#its very parental mora day )

[tidesfate]

Yknow what, Watchling / Watcher headcanons:

They are born from the shed eyes of Hermaeus Mora, and each inherit a specific facet of its personality- regardless of how large or small that aspect is. It does mean some of the more niche parts of Mora exist a lot less frequently.

Watchlings do not become Watchers- they are two different creatures. At "birth" they seem the same with no clear distinction- Mora is able to tell- and this difference does not show until later. (Similar case to illithids vs ulitharid tadpoles as a comparison)

Much like Mora had to and continues to grow with the consumption of knowledge, they too require the consumption of knowledge and memories to grow.

Mora does give them their names, though they may pick alternate names as well.

This is partially a watchling/watcher hc and part a Mora one, but the different eye styles is because Mora too has different types of eyes (cause I've enjoyed seeing that concept so I'm taking creative liberties).

A good chunk of them seen in other Princes realms are ones Mora has 'gifted' or has told them to 'betray' it so it has eyes on the other realms.

There are ones that are actual original spirits like most daedra whom just adapt the form of the Mora-created watchers/lings, but Mora treats those ones more similarly to how it treats the other true daedra of its realm like lurkers or seekers; they are to do their jobs simply.

[wri0thesley]

cw: cunnilingus, not sfw, arranged marriage reader wearing a gown (no pronouns). based on this post from a few days ago. 3.1k

There's a pout on your pretty mouth that Wriothesley is utterly itching to kiss off. 

It’s an expression he’s grown rather used to on the face of his spouse; somebody as properly born and bred to society as you finds themselves a touch adrift when faced with Wriothesley’s own gruff manner, his inability to kowtow to the strictures that Fontainian society attempts to place on those who have ascended to its lofty heights. 

Unfortunately, when his availability had become common knowledge and eager parents had flocked to him in order to hawk their beloved children like so many lovely wares, he had found himself exceedingly drawn to you. To the stiff little way you held yourself and inclined your head, the way your voice had shook - the way that you hadn’t immediately tried to flutter your lashes and laugh at things that were not jokes. 

It had not hurt that your family, though fine of name and lineage, had fallen somewhat into financial difficulty. Some parents had withdrawn their offspring from the game of courtship when it had become clear that though Wriothesley now had the title of ‘Duke’, he was still at heart a former criminal, and not the genteel fawning aristocrat they had expected to find. 

(A title is not enough to take back over half a life spent in the fortress of Meropide, after all; not enough to scrub the memory of noses crunching beneath his fists, of what it feels like to end someone’s life even if it is for the greater good). 

Your family, though, had needed the boost; the Mora and the prestige. And so you had remained achingly polite and maddeningly prim and proper and so very obviously inexperienced that the sweetness of it all made the back of Wriothesley’s teeth ache. 

“Where are you taking me?” You ask him, in a soft whisper, as his hand fastens firmly but not bruisingly about your upper arm; as your husband maneuvers you away from the chatter of the ballroom. “You’ve barely greeted anyone--” 

He knows you are scandalised; that your parents have taught you to be the gracious party guest, to bow and chatter idly and wax poetic about crystal champagne glasses. But Wriothesley has spoken to Chief Justice Neuvillette (just as out of place and adrift here as Wriothesley himself), and he considers that his duty properly done. He has no desire to do the things that are expected of him. 

Not when that pout on your face - the way the light hits the glimmering petals of your lower lip - is begging to be kissed within an inch of its life, and the moonlight streaming through the windows is illuminating the curves of you in your pretty gown, and he knows that you will squirm and squeak and call him a dirty old man in that way he loves, your voice pitching with desire you’re still not sure about, the moment he has you alone at his mercy in one of the shadowed hallways of tonight’s party. 

“Just to get some air,” he says, giving a smile that’s all wolf-bared teeth to the closest gentleman who dares to give you both a briefly disapproving look. “Isn’t it just so horribly stuffy in there?”

Your nose wrinkles, between your brows creasing. Wriothesley thinks about kissing every place the flesh furrows on your face, covering you in them until you’re helpless to do anything but laugh. He always feels like a hero when he has managed a laugh out of you; you seem to give them so rarely, and it’s such a darling little bell of a noise. 

“It’s barely been ten minutes,” you settle on, the faintest hint of reproach in your voice. “It’s really not polite . . .”

What is not polite, he thinks, is the way that the run of his thoughts have turned to your dress, cut low enough to make people think indecent thoughts about you. There are no manners, either, to the fact he is thinking about the perfume he had watched you dab on this evening, and wondering how long he’d have to rut into you until the only thing that people could smell on you would be the musk of his ownership. 

“They’ll live,” Wriothesley says firmly, steering you out into the hallway. “You ought to know nobody here really wants my esteemed company.”

There’s no bitterness in his voice. Wriothesley does not want to be beloved of this particular roiling mass of humanity; the aristocracy, in his experience, is all artifice. He may spend his time with criminals, but at least the criminal underclasses are usually honest about what they want. They’ve been taught that ‘you do not get if you do not ask, do not try, do not work for it’ - these people, this gathering of society schmoozers . . . they get simply by being born. 

Of course, since he married you, there have been more invitations than before. 

Part of it is curiosity - what kind of spouse will the Duke of the Fortress take? One like him, who does not conform? Some of them want nothing more than to ogle at you and find out your secrets, poke you in your softest parts so they know if you will be a weakness that they can later exploit. Wriothesley finds these people distasteful - at least some of the invitations come from those who have already met you, who have been charmed by your pretty manners and sweet way of speaking, who are hoping that perhaps you will be some calming influence on your uncivilised brute of a husband. He still doesn’t like these invitations, of course (any event in which he is forced to put on a stiffly starched shirt and button it to his throat, to fuss with cravats and tailcoats when he’d rather stick to his own clothes, are not generally met with much pleasure for him), but at least you always seem thrilled to get them. 

It’s because of you he had accepted this one. When you had brought the invitation to him all bright-eyed and chirping, like a pretty magpie with a shiny coin, he had not been able to think of an excuse faced with you looking so utterly thrilled . . . and so he’d helped you choose a dress (he does so love you in black and red, and if he had chosen something cut low in the chest for reasons of his own, who is going to blame him when they see you?), and had travelled out of the Fortress in order to please you. 

He’d only lasted ten minutes, but perhaps after he’s pleased himself the two of you can go back out into the throes and he will have the memory of what you’ve just done to dwell on as he pretends to care about the difference between the fish fork and the dessert fork. 

“That’s just because you don’t let them see the real you,” you begin, but Wriothesley has seen what looks like a likely little hallway - secluded and dark, only one or two doorways leading off of it. He tugs at you, and though you offer a token resistance, you allow yourself after a moment to be pulled into the little alcove, and for your husband to cage you against a wall. Your breath catches, your lashes fluttering as your eyes flit to take in the breadth of him, the muscles, the way you are inescapably caught by him - and Wriothesley does not miss the desire that dances over your gaze. “Your Grace--”

“Mmm?” He asks, raising an eyebrow, lowering his face closer to yours so that he can see himself reflected in your eyes. His cock twitches at the way you bite your lip unconsciously, and he knows from the little gasp that you do not miss the sensation of it against you. “Am I doing something untoward again, sweetheart?”

He lets his voice roughen a touch on the word; the patois of the criminal flavouring it in a way that reminds you he is dangerous, and you pout so sweetly and let out the quietest little whine that he doesn’t know how he stops himself from having his way with you right then and there. There are many untoward things he would like to do to you; many untoward things he is planning on doing to you, right here, in public. 

“It’s indecent . . .” You gasp - but you still wrap your arms around his neck, and still pull him in to let him kiss you hot and hungry and fierce as a wolf. He cannot get enough of the way you taste beneath him; there is sugar that lingers on your lips even when he hasn’t seen you imbibe anything but a single glass of champagne when offered. He wants to devour you; to taste every part of you, until his mouth only remembers the lingering remnants of your own. 

You gasp, pressing your body - soft and impossibly pliable - against his wherever you can reach him, hard planes of muscle meeting the softer give of your flesh beneath your gown. 

“You seem to like it well enough,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to whisper it into the delicate shell of your ear, delighting in the way the words make you shiver. You try to school your face to sternness, but your own desire betrays you even as you try and pull your dignity around you like a cloak. 

“B-But, Your Grace, in public--”

“Mm . . . doesn’t the thrill of being caught make it seem all the sweeter?” He gives you a grin that shines like the sharks that sometimes float past the Fortress, serenely serrated. You squeak in a cross between dismay and longing as he sinks to the floor, and his big, scarred hands find the hem of your gown to begin pushing it up your ankles. 

The frills and fripperies of lace and ribbons look almost wicked, in those hands; fine, delicate concoctions of fabric and satin that were not made to be man-handled. You shiver at the thought of his grip ripping through them; of fine fabrics being rent asunder in his hands as you know he is capable of. 

“We shouldn’t--” You whisper, in that pitching whine of ‘don’t’ that is only a step away from ‘please don’t stop’.

His palms - he will not even grudgingly wear full gloves - feel cool, even through your stockings, as he slides them up your calf. His chuckle is a rough-spurred thing, and before you can say anything further he has disappeared beneath your skirts entirely, and you find yourself clinging to the moulding on the wall behind you to try and get some semblance of purchase. 

He tugs at one of the ribbons that keeps your stockings held up, and from the hot puff of air against your bare thigh, you know he has done so with his teeth. Your pulse flutters in your throat, your vision fair spotting with the mixture of feelings that Wriothesley’s actions are drawing forth from you - desire and shame and wanting and need and unsurety, all mixing together inside of you in a cocktail of arousal so potent you barely know how you stand it. 

A wet, open-mouthed kiss is pressed to the spot above your stocking, on your bare thigh. You feel the graze of his teeth against the soft skin, unseen by anyone aside from him. Unmarked by anyone aside from him (you have learnt that the Duke is very fond of using his teeth, during his bed-chamber escapades; you have learnt more at his mouth and his fingers and his mercy than you had ever thought that you would have cause to know). 

Wriothesley’s cock is so hard in his too-tight formal trousers that he can barely think of anything but the pulse between his thighs, but the moment he has his head beneath your skirts and he can scent your arousal on the air, all thoughts of tending to his own almost-painful erection instead turn to tasting you, smelling you, burying himself inside of you until you are a helpless mess. 

He knows that logically you taste, probably, of the oils and the powders and the lotions you use, on your skin and in your bath. Perhaps a touch of your own sweat - but to Wriothesley, the taste that lingers on the tip of his tongue as he takes his time kissing up your thigh, working towards the apex between them, is nothing short of ambrosial. He can hear his own breaths, hard and panting, but he has never been the kind of man who lets himself feel shamed for doing what he wants. 

“You’re dripping,” he grunts, and the muscles in your thighs jump, tensing, as if you’re cringing at what he has said - and though he cannot see you from his place beneath the skirts of your gown, he can gladly imagine the expression on your face. You’re darling. He wants to kiss you until you can’t breathe and fuck you until you can’t walk; but for now . . .

He settles by kissing over the softness of your mound, letting his hot breath once more fan out over that most intimate part of you. He hears you whine again from somewhere above him;

“Wriothesley, you’re being obscene . . .”

He lets his mouth fully envelope your cunt; lets his tongue lathe out across your folds, flickering against your clit in a way that makes you violently jerk. The moan that you let out is muffled - one of your own (gloved, as is right and proper in society) hands has flown up to your mouth. Though he will miss the sound of your enjoyment unencumbered, he supposes it is better for privacy if you at least make an attempt.

“So you want me to stop?” He growls, the taste of your slick lingering on his tongue, honey-thick and just as sweet. To drive in the point of what you would be missing, he lets himself give your clit - the swollen nub standing to attention, as if begging him for more - a kitten lick. 

“Don’t even think about it, you scoundrel,” you say, whisper-soft and gasping, and Wriothesley knows you cannot possibly fail to sense the curve of his lips against your cunt. 

“As you wish,” he says. “Never let it be said that I don’t take my duties as a Duke and a gentleman seriously.”

And he returns to his task with voracious excitement. 

He has done this to you before, but never in public - never with you standing, never with the threat of discovery looming over his head . . . he finds he does indeed quite enjoy the thrill, so he takes his sweet time exploring your folds with his tongue, letting himself be even wetter and messier than he’d normally be. 

The sound is indeed obscene, as he delves the tip of his tongue between your folds - as he finds your pulsing entrance and toys with it, slipping just a little of the flexible muscle inside of the channel until he feels you try and clamp down on it, before he returns to the wet circling of your fluttering hole. 

His nose presses directly into the softness of your mound, grinding against your clit with every slight adjustment of his head. Normally, you’d at least be able to tug on his hair as he did this (and he’s rather fond of that too - the way you do even that so neatly, so apologetically), but now you are entirely at his mercy and it is obvious from the tremble in your thigh, as if you are going to swoon to the floor at any moment. 

You shift to rest more against the wall and Wriothesley takes that as an excuse to manhandle you - he takes one of your thighs and slings it over his shoulder, unbalancing you but for a moment - but giving him far better access to the spot between your legs. 

Far easier, like this, for him to use thumb and forefinger to tease the lips of your labia apart and to settle his mouth around the pearl of your clit. 

You jerk in surprise again, more soft muffled whimpering coming from above. He can make out a few of the words - ‘scoundrel, rake, you filthy pervert, Wriothesley Your Grace please don’t stop--’

He is not a cruel husband, so he does not. 

Your clit, pulsing with need, is drawn into his mouth - and Wriothesley takes great pleasure in suckling upon it the way that one might a particularly delicious candy, his tongue lathing over and over and over. You squirm in his grip, and he imagines your face as it always is when you are close to the edge. You tremble and sweat and shake for him and Wriothesley needs you to fall apart like he needs air. 

He redoubles his efforts; his other hand clenches on your inner thigh, his forefinger finding the pulsing, clenching hole of your sex. As he sucks, he gently inserts just the tip of it inside of you, and oh, you are greedy for more than his mouth--

You come with a strangled cry that is not quite caught by your glove - a clamping of your thighs around Wriothesley’s ears, and a gush of wetness that Wriothesley is more than happy to let flow into his open mouth and down his chin, to stain the collar of his starched white shirt.

When your aftershocks are over - when you are trembling not so violently, and he trusts you to stand on your own two feet, he presses a kiss to your cunt before he returns your leg to the ground.

He disentangles himself from your skirts, his knees only aching a little - nothing, really, compared to the inescapable pulse of his cock where it’s longing to be pressed hot and deep inside of you. He does not bother wiping his mouth of your release - and when you see him, his face shiny and wet with the proof of your enjoyment, you huff in embarrassment and avoid his gaze. 

You’re the sweetest little thing, he thinks again fondly. Even though you had moments ago been rutting against his mouth like the most brazen and desperate creature in Teyvat . . . now, faced with the proof of what you’ve done, you’ve gone over all proper again. 

Deftly and firmly, he takes your chin in his hand and presses a kiss against your mouth, making sure your own taste lingers on the soft petals of your lips. He makes sure he takes full control of it; that it is a press of his ownership of you like his seal pressing into wax on the missives he writes down in the depths of the Fortress. If only you knew just how much of him you owned in turn. 

“I think,” he says, his voice thick, “I feel much improved. And you were right, sweetheart, about it being rude to leave a party so quickly. Should we return back to the ballroom?”

[knnichs]

RISK

He never believed in Christmas miracles. But if at this moment right now was his only chance–then he will desperately cling onto it as if it was the only thing that mattered in his life.

c. kinich x gn!reader

t. childhood friends to lovers, mild violence (abyss attack, but very short,) no use of y/n, cliche tropes YES i know is it really a knnichs work if theres no cliche stuff, wc: 3.4k

merry christmas, @papiliotao !! i was your secret santa 🧑‍🎄 this is a bit lengthy but i do hope you like it 🧡

Kinich certainly isn’t the type to befriend others.

Not unless it was something formed out of a transaction–or a commission. In this case, his friendship with Mualani was only formed because she was looking for a battle advisor to train Kachina against the wilderness, she said. In the end, he had grown rather fond of them, and gained two new acquaintances that day.

Outside of that, Kinich doesn’t exactly recall when he befriended other people. Sometimes a few people would pass by him while he walked around the tribe and greet him, it is quite embarrassing to say that he doesn’t remember half of their names, if they had never become one of his clients.

You, on the other hand, haven't disappeared from his mind a single day ever since middle school.

BEFORE THE NIGHT FALLS

He remembered the exact moment he got to know you. When his parents had left him as a kid, Kinich went to find a place to live and settle down as he did his work. He had just found shelter in the Scions of the Canopy, and under Elder Liek’s guidance, he was to go to school. Even if he hesitated, he was eventually forced to, the Elder wouldn’t let him help out around the tribe without it. There, he learnt about heroes and their morals–I mean, he questioned it: why would they do something when they wouldn’t profit from it?

In those classes, the other kids would make fun of him. Point at his ragged clothing made out of animal-skin, comment on his dirty feet, since he was always barefoot. You, always his knight in shining armor, called out their behavior and told them that they weren’t being nice. 

Truly a reason of all time, he thinks. Those kids would surely quit their teasing simply because they weren’t being nice.

But he appreciated the gesture. You stood in front of him–arms on your hips, you were determined to drive them away so they could stop picking on people smaller than them. He just looked up at you, (with what he hoped it wasn't a blank expression) curious why you decided to defend someone like him. He had nothing to offer you–he had no mora, no luxurious items. So, why? 

He wanted to ask you before the day ended. Following your footsteps until you were in the middle of the bridge. From there, you would learn his name was Kinich, and he would know what yours was (along with the reason why you decided to ‘protect’ him from that group of kids.) From there, you two would grow quite fond of each other over the years.

He knew he had always adored your kindness, even if it was towards people you barely knew–you somehow always managed to bring a smile to their face and a full heart to come home with. Once, he saw you help a crying child find their play sword–you knew nothing of her, aside from her name, of course.  You found that their sword was thrown all the way down to the river below, it was far from saving–the wood was scratched and torn into halves. So, ‘as any normal human being would do’ (in your words,) you spent the next few hours creating a makeshift sword for them, one that had star stickers and a ribbon wrapped around its handle. 

The kid came home happy to their parents, of course. Boasting about how wonderfully made their new wooden sword was and how this was the first step for them to join the pilgrimage. Her parents only shared a look that was saying ‘thank you.’ You simply smiled and waved, leaving them to enter their home as the kid rushed inside. 

That was all you got, simple two words anyone can utter, and you were happy. You didn’t get mora, you didn’t get any sweets, nor did you get any special treatment. Thank you, it was all you’re going to get for something you spent hours on.

It would be a lie not to say Kinich wasn’t puzzled by your behavior. Somehow, even after he had long graduated from Elder Liek’s class he doesn’t understand. Why do you do these things for free? If that were him, he would have charged them an enough amount of mora just because the work took hours already.

Later on, he would realize you did this simply because you think some things in this world are worth doing–no matter how much it would cost you. And a few years after, just before the next pilgrimage, there was an abyss ambush that almost ended with you hurt.

The sky was dark with a purple fog sabotaging your vision. The smell of smoke from a fire slowly starting to grow, its ashes filled your lungs and burned your eyes. You take another shirt and ran—ran from your home, and the tribe. 

Kinich was away at the time, blissfully unaware of the attack until it was already resolved. He doesn’t quite recall what he was doing before it. All he remembers is the feeling of his heart dropping to his stomach as he heard the fellow tribespeople say you were missing. Had a rifthound laid its claws on you? Where were you?

He would grapple across the forest, letting the branches scratch his skin as he travels, his heart rate increasing at the thought of you getting trapped, wounded—or dead, even. He can’t let that happen, not when he hasn’t told you everything.

Thankfully, he found you seeking refuge in a cave nearby. A few saurians found their way in your arms, a baby yumkasaur fast asleep on your lap.

“Are you hurt?” Kinich steps towards you, observing you quite intently for any injuries you may have gotten. You shake your head, petting the yumkasaur on its head. 

He finds a spot beside you, slouching as he can finally relax, at least a little. He still has to help out later with the damages. Fix a few tents that were broken, check up on the other tribespeople—but you were his top priority.

“I’m fine. Are you seeing this little guy? So. Cute.” You say, only sparing him a glance in his direction before focusing on that yumkasaur once again.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “Cute.” 

FEAR

His friend group which consisted of only two people (excluding the dragon he carries around,) were only Mualani and Kachina. Those two were the only ones who truly understood Kinich’s method of maneuvering around the battlefield, pricing commissions, haggling–really, a few tricks in the book he has, they know about it. You’re no fighter, nor are you an errand person, you don’t know how to do any of these, so seeing Kinich do it himself may be surprising enough for you–but it’s really something he does normally.

You do know how Kinich thinks. How the little gears in his brain move, the quick shift in expression before it turns back to his resting face, how he truly feels in each situation–you’ve learnt how to read him. It may just be because you have good observational skills (which he dreads, for multiple reasons) or the two of you have spent enough time with each other to know what the other is feeling with a single glance, either way, Kinich isn’t as comfortable with it.

You can read how he felt, and he’s never felt that vulnerable in his entire life. He felt like no matter how much he tried to run from you, somehow–there's always a somehow with you–he still can’t hide anything from your ‘prying’ gaze. You know what makes him tick, what makes him smile, to the point that he wonders if you know how he truly felt about you. 

If you can read minds (and gods, Kinich hopes you can’t,) he wonders if you’ve already heard of the things he mutters to the moon at night, and the sun at day. Have you heard of the sacred promises he keeps close to his heart? That he would guard you until his dying breath? That under the moonlight, there was nothing he would wish for more than your presence beside him. Grounding the poor boy's heart in the moment only you two share. 

If you somehow have the power to look at someone's past memories, would you see the times he would pick up the guitar collecting dust in the corner of his room, play a cheesy love song from years ago and hum along to the tune thinking of you? There are far too many times he somehow finds a way to make a situation about you. It could be when he’s about to bungee jump, he finds himself tightening the harness a little more because he knows you wouldn’t want to live in a world without him. A few times when he’d go on commissions and look at the flowers, sit on the top of the cliff and watch as the sun set thinking how much more magical the moment would be if you saw this with him. Would you think it was pretty? How would the sun’s rays reflect on your eyes? Will it glow the same bright color that you bring to his monochrome world?

Sa isang munting harana, para sa’yo.

This meager serenade, just for you.

He can’t offer you anything. Nothing but his entire soul—his vow, to protect you, no matter the cost. Even as he bears the name Malipo, just a smile coming from you would already be more than enough for him.

And maybe someday, one day, he would have the courage to tell you the truth he’d been hiding all these years.

‘PRESENT’ TIME

“Kachina, there’s a few stockings on that table over there. Could you get it for me?” Mualani sat atop a chair, trying to hang decorations for your group’s Christmas party. It's not anything big, it wasn't meant to be that extravagant. All of you would just celebrate the holiday as it was, like what you did every year. 

The fireplace burned through the night, its flames becoming the main lighting of the room. It was bright enough for Mualani to see what she was doing exactly, and warm enough that it felt like a normal sunny day in Natlan. It was often cold during the winter, and although it doesn’t snow, the temperature does drop a little colder than usual.

“Here you go!” The girl handed four stockings–all personalized with your names embroidered on them. In green was Kinich’s name, yellow for Kachina, blue for Mualani’s, and yours in purple. With that in mind, you noticed a light green line of thread that resembled half a shape–curved at the top, and straight at the bottom. Kachina had a few sparkles on hers, and Mualani had the shape of a shark. You shake off the detail, deeming it unnecessary anyway.

Mualani gave her thanks and hung up the stockings all in order–her’s, Kachina’s, Kinich’s, and yours.

“This place is definitely starting to look lively. How much time do we have left until midnight?” You asked, sitting down on the world’s comfiest couch. 

“About an hour, we still have time to set up the bonfire outside too.” Kinich looked at the clock–it's frames decorated with reindeer antlers and a small yellow bell. You smiled at him, whispering a small thank you, and looking back at Mualani (who you were quite worried about, since you’re sure she might fall over the chair at any point.) Kachina was also quite occupied, scouring the place to find… something. 

After a bit more adjusting–the stockings were set up, the cookies are almost done, a few dishes have been spread out on the table already, and the marshmallows are just on the table. Perfect, there was just one more thing left.

“Shoot. Hey, uh, can you and Kinich go get the fairy lights? It’s by Altahua’s net.” She climbed down from the chair and faced you, “You know her, right? Yelafath?” 

“Sure do, I’ll just leave my bag here–watch over my stuff!” You say, placing your belongings by the place you sat on the couch. “Kinich, let's go?”

Outside, it was much, much colder than usual. The wind blowing accompanied by the amount of water that was near the tribe was enough to make you shiver. You and the boy made your way to the shop, you’ve only conversed with Yelafath maybe two or three times? But so long as you mention Mualani’s name, you’re sure that it’ll go okay. You rubbed your hands together and brought them to your mouth, huffing it in hopes that it'll magically turn warm. Hearing the sounds of clothes shuffling, you turn to your side and see Kinich already handing his jacket to you. 

“Quick, before Ajaw gets sick of being locked up,” He muttered. 

“Afraid he’ll tease you? Oh, what a softie you’ve become!” 

“Just take it.” He stands behind you, stretching out the fabric to make it easier for you to slip right in. You were getting warm because of the jacket, it definitely wasn’t because of him.

And it all falls back to silence once again. Save for the sounds of waves crashing and the occasional gust of wind. You don’t mind the quiet, actually, and Kinich wasn’t the type to keep on talking all the time either–preferring to be blunt and straightforward. But this is different, it wasn’t because he had ended a conversation too early that you don’t know what to say so it would continue, because you loved hearing his voice, you loved hearing him talk whatever was on his mind. His attitude towards it sometimes made you upset, feeling a little distant with him every time it happened, but you do know it was just the way he does things. The quiet that falls upon the two of you is comfortable.

All of it has to come to an end, eventually finding the shop. You hopped to the counter, calling for the girl who was arranging things in the crates.

“Evening, Yelafath! Mualani mentioned that she had fairy lights with you?” 

“Fairy lights? Oh, I don’t think she gave me any, sorry.” She looks around the shop, looking for something to give you, but shrugs instead. “I wish I could give you something similar, but we have nothing, we’re also closing for the day.”

“Ah, no, that’s okay. Thank you, and merry christmas! I’ll just tell her.” You smiled, giving her a wave. Kinich simply nodded, crossing his arms and following you behind. She greeted you back, and you faced the house once more, the lights of the shop behind you dimming before turning off–leaving you and Kinich in the complete darkness of the night. Some stalls were still open, the only few things really illuminating your way were the lamp posts and lanterns scattered across the platforms. 

“Where will we celebrate the next Christmas?” You shuffle with the jacket again, raising the sleeves upwards to bring your hand out. The stars were so bright with the mix of blue and purple from the galaxies above, 

“It’s our turn next year, we’ll be the ones hosting it. I hope you’re not sick of me yet,” He chuckles–albeit quite softly. It’s rare to hear him laugh let alone smile with or to other people. But with you, oh, everything is just so easy with you. He can always let his guard down without any fear of you trying to make fun of him. Even on days when he comes to you battered and bruised from a particularly rough commission, you take the time out of your day to care for him. To treat his wounds, focusing your attention on him that he shies away from your touch, insisting that you were doing too much and it could heal on its own. 

One step after the other, letting the salt air brush against you. 

And it once again, falls into silence. 

Ajaw does come into the picture once more after his 15 minute jail time was lifted, and thankfully fills the air with random and the most unnecessary comments.

You ring the doorbell to the house, tapping your feet impatiently in a not-so-coordinated rhythm while waiting for anyone to answer the door. 

“Mualani, Kachina–” you shout, “HELLO? The lights are on, I know you guys are in there!”  

“Seems like your so-called friends abandoned you two. How long until something goes wrong? Oh, I can already smell it! I, K’uhul Ajaw, will ensure that this world will know exactly what loneliness feels like, starting with you two!”

Your arms lay slack on your sides, breathing a heavy sigh. You knock again, one more, twice–until you just start slamming your fist on the door calling them repeatedly. You shiver from the cold wind and eventually give up. Backing away to face your friend, who was unusually, still quiet. 

“Kinich?” You say his name, ever so soft. His eyes dared not to look at you, in fear of showing exactly what he shoved deep down in his chest for the past few years you two knew each other.

“Ew, that’s gross! Don’t give him those lovey-dovey eyes! You’ll give him ideas, you hear me?! Quit that, you’re both so annoying!” Ajaw says, all while retching, “You know what? You’re both insufferable. I’m leaving!”

Some part of Kinich does wonder what exactly needed to happen for you to fall with him. He deemed it unlikely for three years now, saying that you couldn’t possibly. Not with someone like him–blood stained on his hands for his entire life, not for someone with rough, calloused hands that can expertly wield a claymore. Kinich has never felt something as delicate and gentle as you. The moment you tried to defend him from those immature kids–he knew. You would never hurt him, not once in a million lifetimes. With your gentle soul? You were filled with nothing but kindness and innocent hope. You were that glimmer of light he needed in his darkest time, the feeling he needed in his chest to keep going forward–to keep fighting, all for your smile.

Your eyes dart to where he was looking at, curious enough to ask yourself what exactly has him so speechless at the moment.

Oh.

Oh.

A cheap wreath with that familiar red bow, and the two of you just happen to be standing just right under it.

He never believed in Christmas miracles. But if at this moment right now was his only chance–then he will take it. He will desperately cling onto it as if it was the only thing that mattered in his life, and hold it tightly, sure not to let it go.

Being in his arms was nothing new, he’s done this several times as a way to comfort you when you were down, or vice versa. This, however, is different. As if an orchestra directed a symphony of a familiar and comforting tune–one that he used to hum you to sleep during those restless nights. As if you were brought back to the times you sat with him under the starry sky, pointing at bright white dots. The universe is vast and magical, and somehow, somehow, it gave him you. The only sun he ever needed in his bleary sky, the only drops of rain he needed on a hot day, the gust of wind during humid afternoons, the flower that bloomed through the cracks of the concrete. 

He pulls away. Gently, he repeats in his mind, this was a high-risk situation. 

But for you, he would gladly take it.

Kinich looks at you, worry filling his heart–is this the right choice? Even with this amount of hesitation, he pushes through. No matter the outcome, he will live knowing he had you at least once in his life. Gods, you looked angelic. The lampost from the porch illuminates you in a warm orange–exactly the color you had filled his monochrome world with. He brings a hand to your chin, tilting it upwards, muttering only two simple words.

“Can I?” 

“I told ya it’d work,” Mualani said, proudly huffing as Kachina hides in the corner of the room in embarrassment. “Now, I’ll be taking my mora from the traveller right after this. Not a word, Kachina, got it?”

She only nods in agreement.

@ knnichs 2023 ﹑ do not repost, republish, translate, feed to ai or modify any of my works. doing so can and will result into me blocking you.

HI REI! merry merry MERRY christmas <3 i had so much fun writing this & i hope that u liked it as much as i did ! :D you’re such a kind n awesome person i hope i managed to incorporate some similarities between u and the “y/n” of the fic cause i wanted to make it as self indulgent for u as possible BWAHDHAJHA IF THAT EVEN MAKES SENSE!! im glad i got to be close w u these past few month(s) & i hope we continue to get closer!!

[sailorstar9]

My Stepsister Seduces My Husband, But What She Doesn’t Know Is That...

F/N and Zhongli had their wedding shortly after the Lantern Rite Festival.

Everyone thought F/N found a handsome man, not knowing the truth. They were all deceived by his chiselled face and body; F/N's step-sister was one of those deceived. Because no one, save for the Adepti in Liyue Harbor, knew that Zhongli was the Prime Adepti.

After the most recent 'Rite of Descension', he started to work at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlour as its consultant.

A few days after the Lantern Rite Festival, F/N brought Zhongli home to visit her parents. They brought along three large boxes of gifts along with Gaming and a fellow guard from the Transport Agency. It was Zhongli first meeting with his wife's family.

The presence of Zhongli and the two Transport Agency guards scared F/N's biological father and stepmother.

The dinner table was set after Zhongli paid Gaming and his partner for their services.

F/N's step-sister, dressed to the nines, kept helping Zhongli to food, trying to impress him. “My sister is merely a junior tax agent working at the Ministry of Civil Affairs. And yet she found such a wonderful man like brother-in-law. I envy her; unlike me who works hard training under Director Yun every day, afraid to eat more just to maintain my figure. I might be able to perform alongside the Director some day and may not even find a partner as good as brother-in-law.” she sighed, showing off by pinching her slim waist.

F/N's step-sister, Zhen Yu, was brought by F/N's stepmother; their two families were from divorced and remarried families.

A few years ago, F/N's mother died from a rock slide while working at The Chasm. Shortly after that, F/N's father quickly got together with Zhen Yu's mother after a meeting with the marriage broker.

Ever since Zhen Yu entered the household, the two step-sisters never got along. Zhen Yu especially loved competing with F/N. When Y/N pulled her hair into a bun with a hair stick, Zhen Yu would also bun up her hair the next day with an extra hair stick. When F/N was thirteen, a boy from the neighbourhood gave her a love letter. Zhen Yu then intentionally wore a floral dress in front of him and claiming F/N was dirty and didn't bathe. Seeing the boy flee from embarrassment, Zhen Yu smirked to herself. Later, when F/N approached Yun Jin for an apprenticeship, Zhen Yu followed suit and applied. She cried pitifully, saying she didn't dare to ask for much. And if her real father was around, he would definitely be willing to send her.

The Yun-Han Opera Troupe apprenticeship fees were very high and the family could only afford to send one person.

F/N's father, feared being accused of favouritism by his new wife, sent Zhen Yu to Yun Jin.

F/N gritted her teeth and started working, using the Mora she saved from her salary to pay for her way through law school.

Later, when F/N brought a classmate home to introduce him as her boyfriend, Zhen Yu also stole him from F/N.

At this moment, when Zhongli heard Zhen Yu's words, he put down his chopsticks with a bang. He frowned slightly but didn't say anything, just overturning his bowl on the table. “My apologies.” he started. “I don't like anyone, except my wife, serving me food. I'm disgusted by the saliva.”

Zhen Yu was stunned, her face flashed with embarrassment. She looked at Zhongli plaintively, “I'm not a stranger.” she whined.

Zhongli did not say a word and just pointed his knee with a finger. “Move your feet under the table away from my legs.”

F/N peered under the table cloth, noticing Zhen Yu's foot was reaching under her chair to try and touch Zhongli's leg.

Zhen Yu was instantly dumbfounded; after all, this trick of hers always worked. It's not something a normal person would point out directly. Seeing everyone in the family glance at her, she was so embarrassed that she quickly explained, “Brother-in-law, have you all misunderstood something? If you don't like me serving food, it's okay. I know my sister is usually petty, but I really don't mean anything by it.”

F/N's step-mother immediately spoke up, “Mr. Zhongli, this is Zhen Yu's goodwill. She usually looks down on everyone, never being so gentle and caring. It's just a kind gesture. Did F/N say anything to cause you to misunderstand?”

F/N father also chimed in, “Our table is small. Bumps are inevitable. Don't think so much about it. Zhen Yu is just caring for her brother-in-law.”

As F/N watched her father's and step-mother's behaviour, she couldn't help but sneer. Zhen Yu had done this kind of thing not just once or twice; they had always turned a blind eye and they weren't any different now.

As soon as they finished speaking, Zhongli unbuttoned the top button of his suit with a somewhat amused smile. F/N was about to get angry at her father's words, but he patted her shoulder. Then, he manifested a sharp Geo shard from his palm. Letting the shard twirl above his palm, he said, “F/N has told me everything about the family. Let me make it clear to you all. F/N is my wife. If you still want to bully her in the future, don't blame me for being ruthless.” snarling at the three of them after he dispelled the Geo shard, he added, “Respecting you as F/N's parents, I won't speak any dirty words. If you don't want trouble, don't let your attention wander to my wife.”

F/N's father opened his mouth, his face red with rage, wanting to say something, but he knew he was helpless against a Vision user. Infuriated and trembling, he yelled, “How dare you... how could you find such ruffians?”

F/N simply cleared her throat and grabbed Zhongli's arm. “Ruffians? Dad, don't talk nonsense. Don't you know Zhongli is a renowned consultant at Wangsheng Funeral Parlour?”

Zhen Yu and F/N's step-mother's faces turned so ugly it could have dripped ink. They probably couldn't continue eating that meal.

Zhongli didn't say much as the conversation had ended. “it's getting late.” he started. “You should rest early. I'll take F/N home.” with that, he wrapped his arm around F/N's waist and walked away.

Turning back to her childhood home as she and Zhongli walked to the walk path, F/N saw Zhen Yu glaring furiously. F/N, it's not over between us. She swore. I must have your man. There's no cat in the world that doesn't steal fish. Just you wait and see.

“Looks like my step-sister has set her sights on you.” F/N turned to Zhongli.

F/N was surprised when her father paid her a visit at her workplace, bringing ham to apologize.

“Your mother's favourite was ham, you know.” F/N's father spoke, picking a piece of Minty Meat Roll at Wanmin Restaurant at lunchtime.”

“Alright.” F/N sighed, knowing her father's underlying intentions. “Here's the address.” she wrote down her current lodging address on a piece of paper.

“Let Zhen Yu bring them over to you.” F/N's father suggested. “She also wants to apologize to you.”

Using family ties to deceive me. F/N wondered after her father left the restaurant after paying for his share of the meal. Was it just a ploy to get Zhen Yu my address? It seemed like my sister hadn't given up; still determined to win Zhongli over.

Sure enough, that weekend, Zhen Yu showed up at F/N's door, knocking. She was dressed in a figure-hugging qipao and high heels.

Seeing F/N answer the door, she hesitated for moment, collecting her flirtatious look. “Your place is hard to find. My feet ache from all that walking.” she whined.

“Then, why don't you hire a transport agency?” F/N was not amused.

“How could I?” Zhen Yu complained. “I've come to apologize in person. I wasn't being polite the other day.”

Then, she simply entered without taking off her shoes and gave a glance around. “Is Zhongli not at home?”

“He's out getting bamboo shoots.” F/N answered, just as Zhongli came in with several bamboo shoots in a basket.

As soon as he saw Zhen Yu, his eyebrows farrowed and he gave F/N a questioning look.

“I couldn't help it.” F/N shrugged. “She sticks like glue.”

Zhen Yu's eyes lit up when she saw Zhongli. She practically skipped over, but before she could take a few steps, she tripped and fell in front of the married couple. She rubbed her legs awkwardly, “I think I sprained my foot. Honey, could you help me up?”

“You're an adult and you can't even walk properly without tripping on flat ground.” F/N chided. “Maybe you should get checked up at the Bubu Pharmacy.”

Zhen Yu pouted when Zhongli just walked over her and into the kitchen.

“Why bother with her?” the Lord of Geo looked at his wife as they prepared ingredients for Oncidium Tofu.

“She's like a rush that you can't shake off.” F/N replied, slicing the tofu.

Zhen Yu, feeling awkward, noticed that neither of the couple were paying attention to her. After a while, she picked herself up before darting towards the kitchen. “Is Zhongli the one who cooks at home? It must be hard for you; working to support the family then coming home to cook for my sister. When I have a husband, I won't let him cook for me. Cooking is women's work. Men shouldn't be in the kitchen.”

Zhongli poured himself a cup of Chenyu Brew, blew across the tea cup and took a sip to calm himself down. Rolling up his sleeves, he downed the entire cup, revealing his entire sleeve tattoo. “What's on the menu tonight? Let's cook this.” he looked coldly at Zhen Yu.

“Cook...” Zhen Yu stuttered, her face turning pale at the golden diamond-shaped tattoos decorating Zhongli's arms. “In our house, both of us handle the inside. Do you have a problem with that?”

“I don't have a problem.” Zhen Yu stammered. “I just feel sorry for my sister. It's not easy for you.”

“You're not someone to me.” Zhongli replied dismissively. “Why should I pity you?”

F/N pulled the still shell-shocked Zhen Yu away, “It's better to just give up. Not all men fall for your tricks.”

“Wasn't my brother-in-law just joking?” Zhen Yu recomposed herself with a forced smile as she prepared to leave F/N's house. “He's really funny.”

“Don't worry, mom.” Zhen Yu assured her mother once she returned home. “There was a small mistake there. There's no man I can't handle. I'm set on winning Zhongli and making F/N miserable. You didn't visit their house. You don't know they live in a house bigger than ours and they have more antiques than us. It's just her husband seems a bit off but rich people all have their quirks. It's normal. F/N is not as attractive as me. Why should she have such a good husband? She must have tricked him. Wait and see. I used to steal all her boyfriends. Now I will steal her husband too. Men are all the same.”

“Now, what is this about the ex-fiance of yours?” Zhongli breathed, the couple were cuddling in bed after a night of lovemaking.

Acting upon Zhen Yu's instigation, F/N's former fiance had harassed the couple during lunchtime.

“He's just a cheating scumbag that's not worth mentioning.” F/N replied. “We cut off any contact a long time ago. Zhen Yu is bothering you, not me.”

“So, someone's still yearning for your husband and you're not jealous?” Zhongli quirked an amused smile.

“Of course, I get jealous.” F/N playfully poked Zhongli's bare chest. “But I know not everyone can seduce my man.”

Days later, F/N's relatives begun to gossip about Zhen Yu's dismissal from her apprenticeship. She had bullied her fellow junior troupe members and attempted to seduce the troupe elders' sons to get more prominent roles which backfired when Zhongli made a formal complaint of her misconduct directly to Yun Jin. She was permanently expelled from the opera troupe, ending her dreams of performing alongside the troupe director.

[onestepbackwards]

Hello Soulmate

🔸Zhongli x Reader Drabble🔸

Summary: You've had a weird soulmark on your wrist since you were young. Who knew it was the soulmark of a god who has waited for you for almost 6000 years?

CW: Fluff, soulmate au

Word Count: 1428 words!

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Imagine Zhongli, in all his years alive, has never found his soulmate.

On his chest above his heart, a small bird symbol lays dormant. If it wasn't for the very obvious mark, he'd believe he never had a soul mate to begin with.

But not once in his thousands of years on Teyvat, had it ever lit up, or burned, or glowed. Tell tale signs a soulmate is alive, and that you have met them, or that they were nearby.

His did none of those. It just sat innocently on his chest.

At least it wasn't ashen grey, showing his soulmate had passed.

He had long grown not to expect his soul mate to appear. Zhongli did have hope after becoming an Archon, hoping that would make finding you easier.

But you never once showed up.

Eventually time went on, and he no longer felt hope.

Well, that would be a lie.

He felt hope, but it had long since grown into a warm, smoldering coal, instead of the blazing fire it once was.

The dragon knew if he were to still meet you in this life, he would love and cherish you, excited beyond belief.

But that day had yet to come.

So with a heavy heart, he went through with the death of Rex Lapis.

It was one of the most difficult decisions he had ever made. But it had to be done, regardless if he truly wanted to step down or not.

Erosion would eventually come its way for him, much like it had done to Azhdaha. It was best to let his country grow on its own two legs, and be prepared for when that day came, whether it be in a hundred years, or a thousand.

A part of him worried you would come, only when he was beginning to wither.

Zhongli didn't want you to see him like that. You already missed him in his prime, but he had nightmares of meeting his soul mate when his mind started to erode.

But it had to be done.

He wasn't too surprised to see your mark on his human vessel, though he still felt so empty. Deep down, he yearned to hold his soulmate, even now.

So when he was sipping tea one day, taking his time for an order for Director Hu, he dropped his tea cup when he felt a burn on his chest, right above his vessels heart.

His eyes widen as he reaches up to touch the spot. For once, he curses himself for wearing so many clothes.

He's leaving the tea house he is in, uncaring if the mora he slammed down on the table was enough to cover his meal. Rushing to his small home he had bought years ago, Zhongli slams through the door, almost stumbling to his room.

Ripping off his clothes, he shakes as he sees it in the mirror.

Your soulmate mark, alive and glowing warmly on his chest.

He stares in wonder, fingers gently reaching up, touching the delicate looking mark with awe.

You were real. You were alive. You were close by.

Old instincts pushed at the boundaries in his mind, and he forced them back down.

Not now. You were alive. You were real. He had time.

Rex Lapis waited 6000 years for you. Zhongli could wait just a little longer.

Meanwhile, you had an odd soulmate mark, ever since it first materialized as a child.

It was the Geo symbol. Just that, the Geo symbol.

Your parents had been stumped since the mark showed itself, on the inside of your wrist clear as day.

It glowed a stunning amber, and was outlined in black. Whoever it was, was alive and well.

Most marks had very interesting meanings. But THE Geo symbol?

It had your parents scratching their heads.

Not once had anyone you met had any symbol similar. Never had anyone seen a mark of one of the elemental sigils.

As you got older, it only brought more questions than answers.

Though you remember talking about it with a friend in the bar in Mondstadt, when the bard there asked about it when he saw it on your wrist in passing.

"You know... It might be someone from Liyue that uses a Geo vision. Or maybe an adeptus that works with Rex Lapis? Who knows, maybe even Rex Lapis himself?"

The bard then laughed, and your face went red at the remark. You? Being able to claim a god as your soulmate? Please.

The head of the bar ended up dragging him away, though the mischievous, almost knowing look that bard sent you over his shoulder had you second guessing yourself.

His words kept whispering in your head. Maybe your soulmate was in Liyue? That was the nation's symbol after all. If anything, it would be a good place to start looking.

After all, you always felt sometimes you had to grab fate by the horns and take control of it yourself.

So when you packed a bag and headed out, your parents tearfully waving goodbye behind you, you didn't think much of it.

If you found them, then you did. If not, you could always go home.

Though you weren't expecting your mark to burn when you stopped to rest at a Statue of the Seven near the harbor. The late Rex Lapis' statue.

A part of your mind grew anxious at this news. Your mark glowing and burning like this.

"Who knows, maybe even Rex Lapis himself?"

The bard's words echoed almost tauntingly in your mind.

You tried not to sadly laugh as you felt the warmth flow through your body.

Of course, if it really was Rex Lapis, it would only be your luck it was a dead god you were tied to. If only you had been a year sooner...

But that didn't mean Rex Lapis' spirit was gone. You had read the papers, and Lady Ningguang had mentioned a dream where he told her about how he had perished.

Or something like that.

Perhaps that was what this was then? Since he was a god, that's why your mark wasn't ashen grey? His spirit was strong enough to live on?

How cruel. If that was what this was, your soulmate was taken from you far too-

"I found you."

You scream as you spin around, and a man with the most gorgeous amber eyes you have ever seen is standing behind you.

He looked a bit disheveled. His clothes almost haphazardly thrown on. You got the impression he normally didn't look like this.

The mark on your wrist pulsed, and your eyes widened.

"You..." You began, though you couldn't think of the words you wanted to say.

The man is quick to unbutton his shirt, and tug it to the side.

When you saw the glowing bird, pulsing on his chest above his heart, you knew.

That mark was yours.

Carefully, you lowered your wrist, and he oh so carefully reached out for it. His hands were so gentle as they took your own, as if you were made of glass.

The spark that followed as a thumb ran across the symbol, left you breathless.

"My symbol..." He murmured, in awe over the small mark.

But you could already tell there was weight behind those words.

His eyes snapped back to your own, and you saw it.

This man... he was older than he looked. Those eyes were the ones of an old soul.

You felt power radiating from him, and your mouth went dry.

"You aren't... human, are you?"

It wasn't so much a question, as it was a statement.

The man blinked, almost in surprise, before he began to laugh.

It was a gentle one, one that had your heart pounding in your chest.

He smiled at you, eyes glowing bright.

"I should have known my soulmate would be able to figure it out first thing."

"Who knows, maybe even Rex Lapis himself?"

Those word rang in your mind once more, and you found yourself speaking before you could think about what you were asking.

"...Rex... Lapis...?" You asked, almost unsure, though the thought somehow felt so right.

His eyes seemed to brighten, along with his smile.

He brought your hand up to his mouth, and kissed the Geo symbol on your wrist, sending shivers through out your body. He then nuzzled against your hand, eyes never leaving your own. The loving look he sent you left you almost breathless.

"Hello, my dear. It's nice to finally meet you."

[l0viez]

This is a very random idea but like imagine,,, instead of YOU🫵🏻 being the creator of Teyvat, your actually just your parents sassy smart ass kid! and somehow your parent is the "CREATOR" of Teyvat💀 but..

SAGAU IMPOSTER!AU

Imagine this alright, your parent plays genshin and so do you (your the one who introduced it to them! isnt that nice) now you both somehow got sucked in Genshin Impact💀(dont ask how, its for the plot LMAO)

You and your parent got chased, almost got killed, yelled at, insulted, got called as a imposter yk all that normal typical SAGAU Imposter fanfics😭

Now you and your parent somehow got mora and decided to buy a house, howd you guys even got the mora to begin with and where are you guys even buying the house from? Some shady bussiness man from Sumeru that looks like they came from Snezhnaya (no its not one of the fatui's)

Alright so let's say you both got a house now, not too big not too small just right, Sometimes some abyss mages comes by to your house and brings food at first you and your parent was warry of it (Who wouldnt?😭) but seeing the abyss mages being actually friendly it calmed your parent down abit and decided to accept the foods

One day your parent decided to go and search for some extra food so you guys dont go hungry! which leads you being the only one inside the house.. Of course you didnt pay mind into it at first then later on, you heard some people outside your house (maybe 6-7?) you heard one of them yelling that they finally found the "imposters" house and is about to break in

You look through the window and remebered one of the rumours & gossips about whoever can capture the imposters will get a very high huge ammount of rewards

You noticed these people possibly trying to kill you and your parent were Treasure Hunters

You acted quickly and went to find items to protect yourself

//(Now you know that movie "Home alone"? Where that kid's name is kevin and made some traps to keep the robbers out of their house until his family , yeah thats you rn Lmao)//

Good thing you being in that boy/girls scouts payed off, you made sure to watch every Troom troom videos/jk

No but seriously, You and your parent is prepared for this and they trained you what to do if this ever happens, you quickly went to the room where you and your parents putted the traps to protect your house

You began to set off the traps and went a place to hide somewhere in the tables (you a kid so you bet yo ass your short asf) once you fully trapped the whole house and grabbed your makeshift weapon

Once you heard them go in the house you watched the treasure hoarders fail miserably on trying to get pass through the traps you have planted

Once theyre injured enough they finally gave up and flee not obtaining anything

Meanwhile you laughing your ass off

Once your parent finally came back you told them everything that happened

and your parent laughed with you

Lets just hope those treasure hoarders wont come back or call more back up or else theyre gonna get theyre ass beaten by traps planted by you once again💀

[aeneaans]

that fated day

synopsis: after a tiring day, you and diluc decide to watch a meteor shower together

word count: 1,323

c/w: none !!!

note: hi !! this is my first time posting on tumblr >_< please enjoy !! i dont post super often but yeah :3

There wasn’t a single cloud in sight that night, the stars littered the vast ocean in its reflection. “Hey, do you believe in wishing upon a star?” You asked as the two of you returned to Mondstadt after taking down a few Fatui camps together in the evening. Diluc lowers his head slightly and ponders his response. His steps across the ground are soft, yet they still hold a sense of authority to them. It’s quiet. Crickets chirp in the warm summer breeze, the sky turning dark at last. Mondstadt has mostly fallen asleep by now–the city that’s filled to the brim at the brink of dawn has not a flicker of light in sight. The windmills continue to spin, as does the wind blow, and the summer dew trickles from the petals of the Cecilias.

“I’ve never thought about things like that. I suppose I don’t.” Diluc responds after a few seconds of thought. “Why the sudden question?”

Right before you set out on your adventure with Diluc, Mona happened to be at the main gate. As it turns out, she briefly informs you that there’s a meteor shower tonight. It was Mona you’re talking about, so of course you’d trust her words.

“I heard there’s a meteor shower tonight,” You explain. “It reminded me of when my parents gave me mora to toss in the fountain in exchange for a wish, I guess.” And to that statement, Diluc’s lips faintly tugged upwards. You reminisce back to when you were just a small child, when Mondstadt seemed so much more peaceful compared to now. The idea seemed rather childish now.

“Do you want to check it out?” He says, head facing the sky to look up to the stars. When he says that, your eyes light up accompanied by a bright smile.

“Well…it’s true that I haven’t seen one in a while. It wouldn’t hurt to check it out.” You say, trying not to sound overly-excited. You clutch your bag tightly, fiddling with the strap.

“We’re not too far from Cape Oath.” Diluc mentions so quickly that if you hadn’t been paying attention, you would have missed it. Nobody is out this late anyway, so it’d be a nice break from all the battling the two of you have been facing.

“Then let’s go to Cape Oath!” Suddenly, you realize the implications of the two of you going to Cape Oath—‘The Lovers’ Oath’—together.

After a few seconds, it hit you. “Ah,” You mumble under your breath. “Maybe we should just stay here to watch?” You turn back to him, desperately trying to avoid any misunderstandings and awkwardness. He looks at you and tilts his head innocently, seemingly confused as to why you’d change your mind so fast. He stares at you as you try to explain yourself without making it obvious you were a flustered mess. It doesn’t work very well, as your hands begin to fiddle with the strap of your bag once again. Your eyes dart around as words just seem to pour from your mouth, neverending.

After some more sputtering from your side, Diluc lets out a soft laugh. He clearly put two and two together in the time you tried, and failed, to explain yourself, understanding why you’d want to stay put instead.

“It’s okay,” He smiles at you and begins to walk towards Cape Oath, gesturing for you to follow. You quickly catch up to him, the grass crunching quietly beneath your feet. After several minutes of walking in silence, Diluc points out a light in the sky.

He seemed to frown, “It started already.” Diluc purses his lips, looking back at you. Though, it’s hard to tell when he’s actually frowning since his resting face always seems to be so…somber.

“Isn’t it good that it started so early?” You ask, curiously. You looked up at the sky, shards of space rock shooting down into Teyvat.

He stops in his tracks and turns to you. “You were quite excited to see this meteor shower.” He glances back to the sky, admiring it for a few seconds before looking toward Cape Oath. He seems to be lost in thought, brows somewhat furrowed and squinting toward your destination.

“We’re still seeing it, aren’t we?” You were never a believer in ‘special locations’ that much. Superstitions didn’t make sense to you. After all, is fate really real? What matters is that you live the life the way you want, right?

He stopped in his tracks, finally turning back to you. “You wanted to see it at Cape Oath, no?”

But he was right. Cape Oath was a scenic area, and it would definitely be a better view than in the middle of nowhere. Just imagine: The meteor shower filling the sky with dozens of warm tones as the color is reflected into the large body of water below the cliff as you’re surrounded by greenery.

“Well, yes. But it’s not much of a difference. Besides, you’re here with me and that’s all that matters, isn’t it?” Diluc’s eyes widen for a second and look away from you.

“We can still make it if we run.” He mutters to himself. It was just the beginning of the show, it definitely hasn’t gotten to the best part yet. As the shower continues, you grab his arm out of sheer impulse.

“Then…let’s go.” You weren’t exactly sure why you did what you did, but you did it. You dashed across the grassy plains, feeling the grass crunch beneath your feet. You felt Diluc being pulled along with you before he finally managed to balance himself again, running with you. You felt the wind brushing past your face with each step you took, covering a large distance in a short time. You felt your breath getting irregular and your throat felt dry, but you didn’t stop.

Your eyes weren’t focused on the meteor shower anymore, just on your destination—Cape Oath. You looked back at Diluc occasionally, the two of you rushing toward the cliff with no words exchanged. Perhaps it was to save some breath, or perhaps it was the fact that there were no words left that needed to be said.

Luckily, the two of you weren’t that far from the cliff. It was only a few minutes of nonstop, high-speed running. But before the two of you know it, you've arrived at the cape. Panting from all the running, you immediately fall onto your knees, your legs were provided a somewhat soft yet rough landing by the vast field. A few dandelions surrounded your being, a few crushed under your leg. The broken stems left a trail of water dripping down your lower leg down to your ankle.

Still catching your breath, you finally speak. “You were right, Cape Oath really is a good spot for this stuff.” You lean back, your palms flat on the ground. Diluc gives a quick nod before sitting down again. His breathing is quiet, but he’s definitely panting. You find it a little silly as to how he would try to hide the simple fact that he’s tired. After all, anyone would be.

“Did you make a wish?” You break the silence again, catching Diluc off guard. Your gaze is stuck to the sky, the bursts of colors before your very eyes.

“Yeah,” As you were about to ask what it was, you remember your parents saying that the wish won’t come true if you say it out loud.

“Did you?” He asks, finally turning to look at you.

“I did, but I’m not telling you.” You turn to him as well, giving him a cheeky smile.

“Of course,” He closes his eyes for a split second before they flutter open once again just to take in the view. Together, just near the edge of the cape admiring the spectacle that nature staged for Mondstadt, there’s a comfortable silence that can't be broken between your pair.

[sunlightamed]

.         albedo / / @spidergourmet asked,

albedo has never needed a special day to treat klee accordingly. even so, the festivities and merriment make a golden foiled gift feel all the more magical. he squats to klee's height, a gloved arm beckoning her closer—the other arm waits patiently behind his back, seconds away from revealing the surprise of the hour.

"happy lantern rite, klee." albedo draws out a red pocket, presenting it to his younger sister. "i think red quite suits you. did you know? it's the color of a hero, of sparks, and particularly in liyue... of 'luck'. just like your clovers."

just like everything that has led him to here. there could be no greater fortune than what she has given him. ten, a hundred, a thousand, a hundred thousand mora has nothing on it.

"now, make sure not to spend it all in one place, yes?" a palm cups the side of her head—albedo's language of doting is silent like snowfall, but certain as the imprint of footprints left in its powdery white blanket. "you mustn't forget to indulge yourself, either. i'm very proud of how responsible you've been growing in your adventures."

received: albedo's red pocket! a weighted crimson envelope packed even heavier with mora. 100,000 mora, to be exact. happy lantern rite!

little sun was almost too eager to be anchored by her other half, smiling from cheek to cheek, her chest rising in uneven breaths as she panted and tried to collect herself before her brother. after all, running to and fro in a game of chase with the other children of the harbor surely put her out of breath! but no matter how breathless, how dizzy with excitement, this mage's gaze immediately stuck to the arm albedo kept extended behind him. round, bright eyes narrowed, her mouth opening to maybe exclaim her surprise before all of her attention is pulled back to his face. to his smile, mainly.

thus, she giggled, tawny skin flushing merely from excessive joy as she nodded, "happy lantern rite, big brother! i━━" but a gasp interrupted her; her gasp, to be specific. a red pocket was raised to her gaze, bright and golden and full and hers! all hers!! klee squealed and hopped on the tips of her boots, anchored only by the hand albedo gently had on her arm, keeping her close enough within the invisible bubble of their conversation.

her first red envelope of the year! or, well, that's how the tradition went... but! it was a first! klee giggled until the mirth trembled her shoulders and her voice spilled into the sweetest fit of laughter, her arms outstretched, not to reach for the envelope, but instead for her brother. she practically tripped into his arms, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck and trapping the crimson pocket between their bodies.

"klee knows! klee knows! mama said she knew red would be my color ever since... well! ever!" little sun held him closer, laughing against his skin until she pulled back, still smiling, still bright. gloved hands carefully took the crimson envelope, holding that, too, close to her chest as she swayed on dizzy feet. a softer fit of laughter slipped from her at the touch of albedo's hand against her head, thus, she pressed back into the embrace.

klee's assurance came in the form of little uh-huhs and happy mhms. she nodded, "i promise! klee will be diligent with this." but her promise came too early, as albedo hadn't finished. and, when he did, his words left her in a silent, wide-eyed state. she blinked, rapidly, bright eyes unable to fathom what he had said.

but then, little sun laughed, a small sound, glancing away albeit nervously, kicking her foot against the wood of the harbor beneath them. "oh, big brother..." she whispered, clutching onto the red pocket as though it were him, hugging it to her chest until she remembered that, unlike her parents, he was tangible; kneeling before her with a gentle smile.

so, once again, klee embraced him, arms around his neck and head bowed slightly. laughter hadn't left her, still prominent as she said, "thank you, 'bedo! thank you so much! klee's grown so much and learned so many things and it's all because of you! well, most of it. hehe, i can't forget about the other knights." when she pulled away, it was to press a quick kiss to his cheek, before ultimately remaining in the embrace. "klee can't wait to buy so many souvenirs with this... and, oh! maybe we can take a trip to fontaine and buy some of their gear! have you seen this lady━━very pretty and blue━━who..."

[coffeeandmagicaltales]

The Auror & The Devil part 19

AesopSharpxadultMC, no disclaimer

Aesop knew perfectly well that if he took even a few days off, he would completely break down. He was struggling, feeling terrible, and the pain in his leg was increasing, but... After a few days, he simply gave up and concluded that this was his fate and he had to endure it, somehow learn to function with it.

He wandered alone through the forbidden forest and marshes. His heart still bled, he constantly thought about Morana, catching himself looking for her during dinner in the great hall. Once on a Saturday, he absentmindedly prepared sandwiches for her, accustomed to her coming to him hungry without breakfast exactly at that time... He cried for hours afterward, unable to control himself.

He had the horrible feeling that what he felt was some form of mourning, even though Mora hadn't died... She had, however, disappeared from his daily life, leaving a cruel emptiness in her wake, she was gone. He felt uncomfortable with the thought that he had fallen in love with her. Professor Fitzgerald's words hurt him deeply; she had scolded him like a student who didn't know that what he had done was inappropriate and improper. He realized the mistake he had made by burying his professionalism for Morana. He didn't need to be reminded of it...

He worried that someone might find out...

He listened for gossip even more attentively, was alert, anxious, slept very poorly, waking from nightmares in which Professor Black summoned him and bluntly told him he was being fired because he knew about his feelings for her, or, Merlin forbid, accused him of being seen having sex with Morana on school grounds, and despite Aesop's denials that it never happened, he was expelled from Hogwarts and publicly humiliated... He woke up screaming, drenched in sweat, trembling with fear, rummaging through his mail, looking for a non-existent reprimand from the Ministry...

It was also painful that he had no one to share his fears with; he was completely alone with his anxieties.

He didn’t want anyone to find out, furious with himself for revealing it to the Guardians in a fit of anger. He didn't have the courage to talk about it even with his mother or the goblins, because they would only worry unnecessarily. He knew he had to occupy himself with something... to return to the life he had before he met that black-haired woman in Fig's office. Somehow not go crazy... Get out of this terrible abyss that had consumed his mind and emotions.

One morning, as he dragged himself to breakfast with no appetite at all, a familiar owl dropped a letter on the table in front of him. He trembled immediately, knowing who the message was from. Before he could pick it up, a few more envelopes fell in front of him, the new Prophet, the "Even Bigger Cauldron" monthly, and he used the moment of commotion and the distraction of other teachers grabbing their mail to hide Morana’s letter deep in his pocket. There was no way he would open it here, fearing what it might contain, expecting a message saying, "I don't want to know you anymore," though there was no reason for that...

The rest of the letters? Some nonsense from the Ministry, which he didn’t even open, correspondence from parents panicking before exams, and... What a surprise... He immediately cut open the envelope addressed to him by Miss Galatea Flint, curious about its contents.

Aesop,

after recent events, I have only now found the strength to apologize for my behavior.

I am terribly ashamed. I had no bad intentions towards you, and I did not mean to hurt you, but that does not mean it didn’t turn out quite the opposite. I have no excuse for my actions, I acted wrongly, and I am ashamed to ask if I can somehow make it up to you. However, I want you to know that if there is a need, I can use my influence in the Ministry as much as I can. Recently, the situation here has been quite tense due to the deaths of Aurors and the suspicion of goblin retaliation for Ranrok’s death. There is talk of some dark magic weapon they are creating... I have taken the liberty of attaching the results, or at least everything I managed to gather about Mr. Moon, who, without the help of some artifact, would still be hiding his lycanthropy. If it weren’t for your instinct and the help of your friend, I probably wouldn’t be here anymore. I ask you to remain vigilant, though.

Not everything seems clear.

Galatea

Aesop moved in surprise and glanced at the hastily written parchment attached to the letter, marked with ink blots, as if Galatea had written it in great haste. "Unknown magic, seems to work similarly to Crucio (?), literally tearing life energy or more specifically the ‘magical essence’ or soul from the victim, only magical creatures (?), I'm not sure, Mr. Moon permanently maimed, torn wounds."

He had mixed feelings towards her, but he didn’t want to label her as "evil." He was above that, and besides, he had made many mistakes in his life that he sincerely regretted to this day, having lost dear friends. Everyone deserved a chance. She had hurt him, but he saw that she was far from immoral and corrupt. She sincerely regretted it and apologized, which was enough for him, despite the disgust he still felt at the thought of her hands on his body. He closed that chapter easily and should have done the same with Morana...

The longer he postponed reading the letter, the more he feared its contents. Even when he had long finished his lessons and it was late, the unopened envelope still lay before him on the desk in the classroom. He stared at it, not knowing how much time had passed, and when, angrily, he decided that reading the letter shouldn’t be difficult, fear quickly overtook him again. He frantically arranged scenarios in his head of what Morana might have written, most often imagining that for some reason she had learned from the Guardians about his feelings and was ordering him to disappear from her life...

Trembling all over, he finally cut open the envelope, and almost immediately, a shining black feather fell out of it. He was sure it belonged to her.

Aesop,

The flight went without any problems, though I got caught in a snowstorm. A flock of wild ravens, whom I befriended, helped me get out of it. I got a bit lost on the way and only arrived two days ago. It seems the Ministry forgot to inform that I had transferred schools, and only those enrolled at Durmstrang know where the castle is... There was some confusion. The castle is truly beautiful, but it can't compare to Hogwarts... Well, one of the pluses is that there are many more Slavs here, a few people even come from the vicinity of Nitra, but once again, I am the 'new' and have to learn the local customs... So far, I am making nothing but blunders, no one here speaks English, barely any German, and the Durmstrang welcome is rather chilly, perhaps because everyone is focused on the exams that I had already passed at Hogwarts... I have been told that due to my age, I will be treated more as an intern in one of the senior professor's workshops, an assistant...

I definitely plan to learn more about ancient Magic, on the way I saw many sources, abandoned castles that could have been created by people like me... Don't worry, I won't abuse diffindo, if trouble comes, I still have your marvellous potions.

I know I haven't been myself lately, probably because everything overwhelmed me... I hope that being far away from it all, everything will somehow work out.

I don't know how to thank you for everything... In the envelope, you will find a small token imbued with protective magic, you could say it's a kind of amulet. The spells, whose words I cannot reveal, I have learned come from my homeland, they are very old and will serve you well. I've heard various disturbing rumors that are hard for me to believe... Goblins are not likely planning any attack, the Ministry is clearly afraid to admit that they are dealing with someone dabbling in dark magic. They are probably doing everything to avoid causing panic... I don't know what to think, I just want you to be safe, and the only dark magic you’d have to deal with at Hogwarts would be a biting toilet into which Garreth poured the contents of his cauldron.

Yours,

Silly Bird

Aesop stared blankly at her signature, overwhelmed by a flood of thoughts and feelings. He took the feather in his hand, watching the candlelight glint off its iridescent colors. He stroked it, feeling its familiar softness under his fingers, then brought it to his lips and kissed it. Immediately, he smelled the scent of malt and herbs. He sank into the chair, clutching Morana's feather to his chest.

Even though he wanted to, he probably couldn't close that chapter of his life. He felt both relief and terrible pain, anger that she had written at all... And foolishly, after pocketing the gift, he began to write a reply.

“May I interrupt?” He heard Mrs. Weasley's voice as she knocked hesitantly on his classroom door. “I know it's late, but you weren't in your room...”

“No, no, it's ok... What happened?” he asked, quickly hiding Morana's letter with a flick of his wand. The woman's expression was very somber, and he became worried. “What happened?” he repeated.

“Did you read the letter from the Ministry?” Surprised, he shook his head. Matilda pulled out a piece of paper, adjusted her glasses, and began to read. Her voice was breaking.

Dear Faculty,

This year, the application rules for the position of Aurors have been changed, and the recruitment will only be a necessary formality. Graduates will not have to take internal exams at the Ministry and will only undergo a few weeks of training. Please encourage students to take advantage of this opportunity. This decision has been approved by the Minister of Magic, who has unofficially declared a state of emergency due to the growing threat from the Goblin community, which must remain strictly confidential. The letters are secured with tracking spells, and we will know if anyone reveals this, with the expected penalty being a minimum of one month in Azkaban.

We cannot afford a repeat of the rebellion sparked by Ranrok. Currently, his scattered ranks are regrouping into smaller factions led by self-proclaimed leaders experimenting with dark magical artifacts to create powerful curses.

I also inform you of the immediate recall of all retired Aurors to the reserve, which will transition from dormant to active duty in the event of a worsening situation. This applies irrevocably to all former Aurors and, for now, will remain a formality as there is no immediate need for radical action.

Teachers are requested to remain vigilant and report any deviations from normal student behavior, limit the time students spend outside the School's walls to the absolute minimum. The same applies to visits to Hogsmeade.

Sincerely,

Chief Constable

Vincent Ærinbjørn Fromm

Aesop froze.

“Encourage the students!?” he growled after a moment of silence. “Have they completely lost their minds!? It’s a certain death sentence for those fresh out of school. No, Matilda, I won’t be a part of this, even if I have to fail everyone this year without reason, I... I refuse to comply, do you understand!?”

Matilda nodded sadly and patted him on the shoulder.

“Parents’ ambitions won’t be diminished by this...” she admitted sadly. “They’ll think it’s a great opportunity, not knowing the Ministry’s true intentions and the issues with the lack of Aurors...”

“I’ll tell everyone, damn it!” Aesop stood up abruptly, wincing as a bolt of pain shot through his knee. “I’ll go to Azkaban for a month, so be it! But they must know that...”

Matilda pointed her wand at him.

“I won’t let my best friend fall into the hands of the Dementors! One more step and I’ll erase your memory!” she shouted, tears streaming down her cheeks. “You’re not a Gryffindor to play the hero, Aesop!”

“What am I supposed to do then!?”

“I don’t know, I really don’t...” Matilda sank onto one of the stools at the students' desks and sighed deeply. “Use your Slytherin brain!"

“We should call a staff meeting... Professor Hecat will surely have something to say about this, it’s worth thinking it over together...” Aesop leaned against the edge of the table, his hand slipping into his pocket to absentmindedly stroke the feather. “The only thing we can do is effectively discourage the students from joining... I see no other way but sabotage.”

Matilda nodded.

“What do you think about all this?”

Aesop shrugged.

“It’s definitely not the goblins. I spoke with Torq two days ago. The Bank is fortified by wizards, the Aurors are quite aggressive... Both sides are scared. One reckless move and it could get ugly. They can’t reach an agreement... I think someone is benefiting from this chaos. The Ministry knows this and prefers to cover it up rather than cause more panic... Or they prefer to have ‘some’ culprit rather than ‘none.’ Maybe they’re conducting some secret investigation, Singer hasn’t said a word, the sneaky snake has some good connections.”

Matilda nodded and added after a moment.

“Aesop, what if... What if they summon you?”

Aesop took a deep breath and shrugged. He really didn’t know what to expect, but he doubted that anyone would need him, a cripple, as he would only hinder the work. He reassured her, nothing bad will happen.

Matilda stayed with him for a while longer and then went to rest in the Faculty tower.

Aesop still had his night watch in a few minutes. He sat at his desk, lost in thought. He took out a parchment and began to write. '

Silly Bird!

You have no idea how helpless and lonely I feel without you. Without my best friend, the only person who would know how to advise us in a difficult situation... You would probably come up with some crazy and dangerous idea, which would definitely include a few of my stolen explosive potions, at least one dragon, and probably Miss Sweeting as company. You have no idea how much I’d love to be part of such a mad escapade, even as Madame Niffleur...

I miss you.

Things are going badly. The Ministry is doing everything it can to hide someone dangerous from the wizarding society, probably out of their own pride. They can’t show that they have lost control of the situation, that some wizard has slipped through their fingers. It’s not someone previously known... Or they’ve been hiding cleverly... My intuition suggests a few scenarios, but they are just guesses for now...

The investigation, some goal, is the only thing that still convinces me that I am worth something. And maybe my duties to the school... I want to feel at least a bit needed. My place is at Hogwarts, especially now, when things are getting dangerous again.

Would... Would you like to visit me someday? Maybe come over for the holidays, if it wouldn’t be a bother?

I have so many things to tell you. Things that shouldn’t be written down. Although I’ll probably burn this letter. It will never reach your hands.

I’ve fallen in love with you.

It sounds awful, I know, but I couldn’t control my feelings for you. I don’t know when I realized it, probably very late; suddenly I stopped seeing you as a student and saw Morana—the woman I would want with all my heart to call 'my beloved', to be her partner, to serve her with my advice, my help, to be close, to spoil her... I’d give anything to be your family.

I don’t know what the future holds. I have bad premonitions. With your departure, a part of me has died.

Forever yours,

Aesop

The letter immediately burst into flames and turned to ashes.

Morana sat in the middle of the floor surrounded by unpacked suitcases. Overwhelmed.

She didn’t know where to start, feeling the weight of the letter that had flown a few days ago with her owl to Aesop. She glanced at the fireplace to make sure that the other letter she had written first, along with the words of the spell she had cast on the feather, whose visible words still read “...may it protect him from evil and death, I beseech by my love for him. I beseech with magic...,” had turned to dust.

Well, she had achieved her goal. The world of Ancient Magic was open to her, surrounded by people from her region, and she had immediately received a well-paying position... She shouldn’t feel like an outsider here.

Why didn’t that feeling disappear?

Why did she still feel ‘incomplete’? What had gone wrong?

After all, all her sorrows, longings, and passions were thousands of kilometers away... The thought twisted her stomach, and she glanced at the fireplace once more. The die was cast, she couldn’t go back, it was better for everyone this way. In her dreams, she increasingly saw herself walking a dark path, led by the glow of Aesop Sharp’s Patronus trotting ahead of her... She felt so safe with him... As if Aesop knew she needed to find her way through the darkness and sent her a part of himself... She had no idea if it would actually work, or if it was some open-to-interpretation vision showing how desperately she wanted to be close to him.

With a heavy heart, she got up from the floor and glanced at the upcoming schedule... She had two days off and didn’t intend to waste time sitting in the castle. It was time to occupy her mind with why she had come here.

She unfolded the maps of Europe, marking probable sources of magic in Norway, near the castle. However, she felt she would only find trolls and a few old books with knowledge she had already acquired at Hogwarts. Her gaze also fell on a marked spot much lower, in Central Europe, “NITRA.”

She had spoken with Slovaks from those areas, and they all knew the Witch of Gymes Castle. They knew she was a Muggle and couldn’t explain what her ‘magic’ was, but it seemed to work. Morana opened the narrow window, letting a gust of icy air into her chamber, and stood on the windowsill before throwing herself into the abyss, easily transforming into a raven. A long journey awaited her.

The Witch might still know a lot. Her instinct told her that this was where she needed to look, or at least that’s where Aesop would have started.

Something Wicked was coming this way, she was dead certain.

End of part 19, thanks for reading!

[multifandom1writer]

Genshin Impact brainrot!

I've had this idea for years and I'm gonna write it now cause I wanna and I have free time.

2nd person cause I realized I hate writing in 1st person (thanks to the previous post, go check that out btw, also, STOP SCREAMING AT ME IM WORKING ON PART 2 GODDAMINT)

You had been a bounty hunter since you knew how to walk, your parents taught you everything there was to know, how to haunt, stalk, attack and kill.

You knew every way of killing and how to kill.

From rabbits and frogs, to beasts and humans, there was not a single thing that could escape your hands.

Therefore you made your way up in the ranks till you became part of the top 3.

However you did have a more kind and caring side to you.

You found love and raised a family, and now you've had a lovely husband and son for hundreds and thousands of years, being inmortal had its perks.

You had your job and your love, two things you'd like to keep very far away from each other.

Your husband was none other than Mora- I mean, Zhongli, former god of contracts and archon.

You met him hundreds of years ago in the aftermath of a mission

You were wounded and hurt, walking for miles and miles of snow in a deserted mountain.

Gripping your arm in a futile effort to stop the intense bleeding in your arm.

Wounded and hurt you walked and walked, not any closer to home than when you started your journey.

Your immortality only made the travel harder, walking and walking the blood in your veins never ending.

You felt it, deep in yourself, your soul, it wasn't ever going to let you go.

Suddenly, a man came out of the mist of snow, he was dressed in beautiful golden and white robe, beautiful long hair tied behind him.

You knew the man before you was no shorter of an Archon.

You could feel it in the way he just looked at you.

Suddenly he reached his arm forward, signaling for you to take it, so you did

Slowly all the pain seemed to flow out of your body, warmth enveloping your every being, overstimulating your mind and brain, fainting from the calloused feeling of peace.

Slowly you had woken up back home, everyday since then he came and visited you.

Shortly after, he started talking and soon enough you guys became friends.

Friends to partners, partners to lovers and lovers to soulmates.

You readied your matching sickle blades and stored them in your pockets.

-"I'm heading out"- you spoke and kissed your husband's forehead as you walked to the door.

-"best of luck"- said Zhongli from behind you, drinking some tea.

-"Where's Xiao?"- you asked, fixing your black collar.

-"Who knows where he is these days..."- sighed your husband.

You chuckled at him and gave him one last kiss before heading out.

You spent your day picking out bounty's and picking up your reward, sometimes being hired for a small job or two.

You were walking home when a Fatui guard stopped you.

-"Anything I can help you with?"- you murmured while glaring at the guard.

He only handed you a note and spoke

-"if your still interested meet me tomorrow at 6pm here."- he spoke in a low voice before walking off.

You simply hid the note in your pocket and walked home.

You didn't really have any grounds to reject him, hence you've worked a lot of jobs for the Fatui before, much to your husbands, and sons, dismay.

You opened the door and was greeted with a lovely smell of tea and food.

-"I'm home!"- you yelled out, maybe for now you can forget about the note.

You had a lovely dinner with your husband, surprisingly your son also stopped by so it was a great time all around.

Now came the dreadful moment where you'll have to read the note.

You hated working for the Fatui because normally it can get very messy.

(Plus your husband would kick your ass when you got home)

You opened it and read it carefully.

"Dear Bounty Hunter,

Greetings, how have you been?, We have another job we'd like to hire you for, surely you've heard all about the traveler, recently their missions and request have gotten in the way of our plans, and as much as we didn't want it to come to this, we decided we want you to end his life, as always the details will arrive later, but so that you decide this is worth your time, the pay will be much higher than any other job you've received from us.

All the best, Bounty Hunter.

- Fatui Harbingers"

You sweat dropped as you fisnihed reading the note, you knew exactly who they were talking about, after all he had made quite a name for himself, but to the point they want you to kill him?

It was insane, what's also insane is the thought of you actually considering it, the Fatui have always paid you high amount of mora, so much so that it came to the point you didn't have to work for a month or two.

And with that much of a raise, and how they pride themselves on how they pay in full everytime, you had no doubt in your mind they would follow through on their promise.

You sighed and put the letter away weighing the cons and pros of this whole thing, tomorrow you made your final desición.

Sooner than you would've liked morning came and you were getting ready to leave.

You heard Zhongli in the shower and sneakily grabbed the letter, making your way outside, screaming a -'See you later!'- to Zhongli before heading out.

You let the day run it's course and soon enough 6pm rolled around.

You tapped your foot impatiently waiting for the guard from yesterday to come around.

He came into view and you stood up straight.

He bowed and spoke -"sorry for being late, they didn't think you'd show"- he said.

You scoffed and replied -"whatever, just show me the details"- this was the last test, the last guarantee on wether you should take the job or turn the other way.

You read the letter and you knew, your brain had made a choice in no less than a second.

'1,600,000 Mora as payment'

You put the note away and looked at the guard, stretching out your hand.

-"Deal, lead me to him"- The guard smirked and shook your hand leading the way.

The traveler was wondering alone, he got a mystery commission and decided to take it.

He was walking in a humid cave, Paimon behind him commenting on every thing she saw.

He heard footsteps coming closer, and turned around pulling out a sword.

Soon enough you came into view, the traveler looked at you slowly.

You had messy brown short hair, black under liner, a sleeveless black turtleneck, with a chain going from shoulder to shoulder, Morax's sigil on each side, black military pants and matching combat boots, deadly sickle blades rested on each side of your waist hanging on by your belt.

You looked at him up and down, his grip on his sword never wavering or flattering.

-"Who are you"- he spoke as he looked at your unresponsive self.

-"I don't think it'll matter"- you muttered, getting closer to him

-"Why won't it matter?"- he spoke stepping away as you took a step closer

-"When your dead."- you spoke in a raspy voice, blades coming down on his sword, breaking it.

He cursed under his breath and threw the sword away, Paimon grabbing him by his side and lead him away, having realized who you are.

You grumbled lowly -"I hate it when they run"- you muttered and chased after them.

You chased him through the cave, coming close a few times, cuts and bruises littered his form, yet his pace never stopped.

Soon enough you reached the end of the cave, he fell and Paimon fell to the floor crying into the travelers chest.

You clinked your weapons together, sparks flying off because of the friction.

-"This was fun, sadly it won't be happening again"- you said, bringing your blades down.

He yelled something however, a name, as you went for the kill, one you didn't hear that well.

When your blades were supposed to meet with flesh they collided with another weapon.

You didn't bother looking at the travelers saviour before kicking them away.

Glaring as you stood straight, the figure helping the traveler up.

You decided to glare at them ready to attack.

However your moves came to a stop as you recognized the saviour of your enemy.

-"Xiao...?"- you murmured lostly as he took your moment of weakness to teleport somewhere inside the cave.

You grunted as your hunter senses came back, sickles out and looking for the two boys, almost like a predator stalking their prey.

Xiao looked around at the place he teleported them in, he couldn't think straight and he was looking around nervously, just trying to find a way out.

Aether stopped his raggedy movements, worry filled his being at the sight of his friend in such a state.

"Xiao what's wrong? How did that guy recognize you?" Spoke the traveler, softly holding his friends wrists

Xiaos breathing was fast and uneasy as his eyes centered on Aether.

He hugged him tightly, tears spilling.

-" your alive! Oh my archons your alive"- he spoke, worry and anxiety filled his very being at his words.

-"what do you mean?"- Asked the traveler pulling away from him.

-"The man you encountered is no one short of a god, he's powerful, fast, strong, smart and most importantly, he can never be killed."

-" He's had many names through the pass of time, Bounty Hunter, Karma's blade, Blood god, many many names, he's killed thousands, kings, Gods, beasts, creatures, everything, if you ever encounter him, you aren't getting out alive,"-

Worry filled aether's veins as he stared wide eyed at him.

-"But we may have a chance of getting out of this alive"-

-"If all those people you spoke of died how do we have a chance?!"- whisper-yelled Aether.

-"Because..."- He stopped in his sentence before making eye contact with Aether, his breathing finally calming down

-"Because he's my dad"- he spoke, eyes directed to the floor in sadness.

-"but isn't Zhongli your dad?"- asked aether.

Xiao held his hand up and pointed at his middle finger, aether slowly realized.

-"You have two dad's?!"- spoke the traveler at Xiao astosnihed.

Xiao shushed him aggressively putting a finger to his lips.

-"yes! Yes I do!"- he spoke trying to shush the screaming boy.

-"and one of them is trying to kill me.."- dread filled aether's body, the world coming down and crashing on him.

-"Yeah, but the other may be able to help"- murmured Xiao.

Suddenly a bang was heard and you were seen walking through destroyed rocks, eyes red, walking closer to the two of them.

Xiao stepped Infront of aether, getting his weapon out, his mask covering his face.

-"Move aside, you know I'll never hurt you, so don't force my hand"- you muttered gravely at your son, however his stance protecting his friend never moved.

You came closer and closer with each step.

-"C'mon, we even had a lovely dinner the other day, don't make me do this"- soon enough you were face to face with Xiao, your blood colored eyes having died down back to your normal brown ones.

You looked at him with such love Aether would've never believed you were the same person attacking him earlier.

-"please..."- you muttered gently, hand coming up and stroking his cheek through his mask, gentle tears ghosting your eyes at the thought of even hurting your son.

And just for a second, a slim second, Aether thought he might get away with his life after all.

However that hope was broken as Xiao slowly whispered

" 'm sorry...", He jumped and got in a fighting stance.

Your eyes went wide and brown was infected with red as you stared up at him, unsheathing your sickles.

He kicked you away with all his force and ran with Aether .

You had blocked the hit but the rocks around you had not been so lucky, you had bloodshot eyes and sharp fangs adorned your teeth.

You let out a low groan, almost growl like and ran after them in unimaginable speeds.

Destroying everything in your path, not a single nook and cranny left unbroken.

-"XIAO! WHERE ARE YOU?!"- you spoke loudly, voice booming around the cave, panting like a crazy man and acting like an animal.

You heard a clatter and ran over and destroyed the wall from which it came from.

It opened up to a whole new room, crystal shards littered every corner of the place.

Drop!

You looked around, it was silent for a few minutes and you just stood in the center of the room.

You closed your eyes and listened to everything around you.

Silence

Drop!

Silence

Clink

Silence

Crack!

Silence

Got ya'

You turned around and met the fearful eyes of Aether, you turned and ran to them, Xiao's voice cutting through your ears.

-"Move aether! Move!"- he yelled in a futile attempt to save his friend, however it was to late, your blades ran closer and closer, his demise and your reward only a second away from reaching your cold, merciless hand.

Closer and closer.

-'Goodbye Traveler, it was a gun hunt'- you smirked sadisticly at Aether.

-"DAD DON'T-'" spoke your son but you didn't listen to him, he had his hand reached out, tears falling down his face, hoping for his friend to grab it.

Everything seemed to go in slow mo.

BOOM!

It echoed through the room and the cave.

You stood up, out of it, while holding your head.

Your weapons laid coldly at your side.

You picked them up but didn't look the other way.

-"Teaming up against me now?..."- you spoke lowly, almost hurt and broken.

You knew that blast no matter where you went, the gentle sprinkle of gold around you only proving you right.

-"Zhongli, my love, why are you defending this boy?"- you spoke, turning your head and glaring at your husband and son, defending the traveler.

Your hungry, bloodthirsty red eyes met his own brown, calm and collected ones.

-"What curse has befallen you to the point you'd hunt a lost boy looking for his sister?..."-

Zhongli spoke, disbelief in his words as he looked at you wide eyed.

-"Why should I care? I don't even know his name..."- you grumbled slowly walking towards Zhongli.

-"and yet you hunt him like a wild dog...what happened to my husband? Because you are not him"- he spoke firmly, tears in his eyes.

-"I don't tend to mix work and my personal life, but don't worry darling, once I kill that stupid boy you'll never have to see this side of me again, and with the pay I'm receiving I'll be able to help out around the house for months!, Doesn't that sound lovley?"- you chuckled darkly walking closer to him, fangs and eyes on show as you walked closer to him.

You stopped Infront of him, looking down at his face, him looking up at you.

-"let's just forget about this yeah? Go home, I'll be back later."- you smiled intoxicatingly sweet at him.

-"no..."- he said.

-"no?"- you wondered at him.

-"then why waste my time."- you spoke bitterly at him, smile dissapearing as you looked down.

-"To distract you."- you turned around and aether and Xiao we're no longer there.

Turning to see Zhongli only to find he was no longer there as well.

You screamed out of frustration and looked around to see any sign to where they might have gone.

-"MORAX!"- echoed through the cave.

-"Traveler, I am trying to understand but the chances of this happening were almost impossible."- spoke Zhongli as he slowly helped the two of them up the cave and outside.

-"I'm just as lost as you are..."- spoke aether, his brain still processing everything.

-"We need to help him! If it wasn't thanks to us he would be dead!"- spoke Xiao running ahead of Aether and to his dad.

-"I am aware, but I do have a plan, my husband is very strong, stronger than the whole world, we may not be able to defeat him, but we may be able to get Aether away from here with his life."-

To which Aether responded to Zhongli

-"I'd think if I want to get away it'd be with my life thanks"- he muttered looking down at the ground wide eyed.

-"I won't promise anything, let's draw him in once we get to the top of the cave, there we'll hide the traveler and me and Xiao will try to speak with him"- said Zhongli guiding the group, decing on the plan.

You had been looking for a hot minute yet there was no sign of any of them.

It was moments like these were you cursed Zhongli's sneakiness.

Suddenly you heard some steps above and smirked.

'Rookie mistake'

You climbed your way on top, fast and unscathed

You landed on the hard rock and looked at the night sky, looking for any of the three.

-"Dad."- you turned around quickly and Xiaos form came into view.

-"Got tired of running from dear old dad?"- you laughed bitterly at him.

-"Don't patronize our son dear"- Zhongli spoke from beside you.

You laughed and walked backwards.

-"What, you came up with some amazing plan to take me down? Is that what this is?"-

You chuckled bitterly running a hand down your face.

-"Why?"- you spoke, both Xiao and Zhongli staying quiet and looking at you.

-"Why are you wasting so much time and effort on this- this- this boy!"- you spoke, disgust and surprise in your voice.

-"That 'boy' helped me and saved me, I owe him everything"- spoke Xiao, standing up to you.

You looked at him but before you could respond Zhongli decided it was his turn to speak.

-"He's right you know? That boy is powerful, he is a person with a lot of value and will, he's the means to an end! And your willing to throw that away just for a few more Mora in your pocket?"- spoke Zhongli staring at you in disbelief

-"I've killed millions and thousands, little boys and little girls, father's and mother's, grand parents and even Gods..

What does one gifted boy have that they didn't?"- you muttered through gritted teeth and hate.

Not at your family but at everything else that made you fight against them

Zhongli scoffed and looked at you.

-"you think all those kills are something to be proud of? I love you, I truly do, but the demise of someone is not something even the darkest of monsters are proud of..."- muttered Zhongli at you, tears pricking his eyes.

You looked down at him and murmured -"Then I guess I'm a monsters nightmare.."-

Silence enveloped the both of you.

Till you spoke up.

-"Both of you!"- you yelled out

-"You have 5 hours to decide, that boy or me, depending on your answer, this could turn for the better....or the worse."- you muttered walking over to a rock and sitting on it.

Making both Zhongli and Xiao tense up, you smirked and reached down, Aether's long hair in your hand as he was pulled out by your string hand.

You scoffed at him and threw him on the ground.

-"5 hours, that's all you get"- muttering you started sharpening your blade while they went off to talk about what to do.

The time went by painfully slow, slow strokes in order to sharpen your blade were everything that met your ear

Once 5 hours hit you stood up and walked over to them.

-"made your desicion?"- you said looking down at them.

Xiao and Aether straightening their back, Zhongli giving you the same calm and collected look.

-"Yes we have"- spoke your son.

You made a 'Well?' look and Xiao sucked in a breath before speaking.

-"We choose Aether."-

Well shit.

Your eyes widened but you collected yourself

Nodding at the two of them before walking and taking out the letter from your pocket.

They all stared at you in question, wondering what your next move was gonna be.

You pulled out the Fatui card and then a lighter burning it.

It dropped to the ground, slowly creating ashes.

You looked down and shut your eyes tight, bracing yourself for the pain.

The sound of a sword reached your ears, but you didn't even try to fight it.

The sharp object bit through your skin and chest.

You dropped to the ground and coughed up blood, you knew this wouldn't kill you, it couldn't kill you.

But Archons did it hurt like hell.

You looked down to see your blood covered hand and the screams of your son and husband.

You were shaking and while you knew you were going to survive, it did not stop the underlying anxiety.

You felt as two guards came and picked you up, passing out from the pain.

You told them whatever they choose, the outcome would change drastically

Zhongli's eyes widened and he stared at his husband, on the ground in pain, he yelled out to him but Fatui guards came and held him back.

He screamed for you to get up while Xiao was trying to get past them, Aether helping how he could.

Zhongli didn't want to resort to violence, but when he saw two guards have the audacity to grab you and try take you away.

He

Saw

RED.

The battle field was broken and bloody, Xiao laid bloody on one side, helping an innured Aether.

Zhongli softly sang while holding your unconscious body, treating and healing your wounds, just how he did a hundred years ago.

All the Fatui soldiers that had come to take you away now laid dead and bloody around the peaceful man.

His humming just became more tranquil once he finishes his job.

Stroking your cheek with love, looking down at you in his lap with adoration.

He kissed you in the forehead, staying there for a few seconds before rising up and carrying you in his arms.

Mumbling something about 'having a serious talk about your jobs later'

Both of the boys just smiled at the figure of a walking Zhongli, lovingly holding his much larger husband in his arms as he sang and talked with him, even if he was unconscious.

The two of them were clearly made for the other, just a simple interaction and it was clear as day how destiny had aligned their paths.

A God and A killer.

Both of their souls entwined, no matter what happened, what fights and battles they got into.

They were always going to love each other.

Always.

How sweet.

[khajiit-journal]

Fredas, Morning Star 03, 2025

(Friday, January 01, 2025)

Dream interpretation first, as always.

I was friends with this family who ran this restaurant. For the first half that I remember, I was sulky and upset for having been scared and tormented by someone else entirely. But the rest, I was trying desperately to save the matriarch from a god-given illness, by performing a ritual and pleading with the gods. I woke up before I succeeded.

I... don't know what this means per se. I can make a few solid guesses, that the former part is due to the haunting I'm enduring. But the part about the god-given illness? I... really don't know.

— ☆ —

My new tools arrived today! Safaa (Rumi oracle), Aileas (Imbolc oracle), Bao (Mahjong), and Lilian (Sibilla oracle). I've done some test readings with them today, and also did some with Nadia (G-Witch).

I made sure to thank Hermaeus Mora for all of this. As always, I deeply appreciate the work It puts in for me and this part of my practice that I am utterly Feral about.

I opened some free reading slots for Nadia/G-Witch. Quite a few people took up slots which I'm really happy about, but I feel a bit bad I can't do it all same-day delivery, but then again, I need to be kinder to myself and not be a little butt to myself. I think as of writing this I'm done for the night, I'm physically tired and maybe a bit spiritually tired? I dunno, I'm not very good at listening to myself, but Hermaeus Mora and Lucifer both are asking me to at least take a break before returning to it. So I will. I'll heed them, maybe eat some dessert or something. Watch some stuff.

I am proud of myself for saying "Thank you for your patience!" instead of "Sorry for the wait!" on my reading posts end blurb. I know it's small, but it's kind language like that that I deserve.

I did some personal Mahjong readings and plan on roping some friends into receiving some. If I wasn't so shy I'd reach out and ask a mutual or two if they want some, at least the mutuals I properly interact with.

I also made a taglist for this blog, visible from here. I'll update it daily as I need to. I like having taglists. It's something that used to be more popular on Tumblr back in the early 2010s of its life, when I used it the first time, and I haven't quite let go of that aspect.

I wanna write some TES related posts or queue more stuff up for that blog, but I dunno what to do. Maybe "worship" posts. How to worship them, with a section on subtle worship. I got the idea from someone else, but I don't know how many ideas I'll have for actually worship, despite doing it every day of my life.

I just feel very strongly about TES. I have a post in queue about Azurah's triple aspect/triple form as Human, Mer, and Khajiit and how it looks like the depiction of the Triple Goddess and what that can mean for Her worship; and another about Clavicus Vile likely being based somewhat off of the Christian idea of Lucifer.

TES means a lot to me. The Gods in it mean a lot to me. I would give up so much for them, but they would never ask me to do anything like that. Well. to an extreme, I mean. They do ask me to give stuff up to them, just nothing... "so much".

I should work on finishing Clavicus Vile's quick start so I can post it. I don't have to worry about Akatosh's, but Meridia's day is the 13th, and Haki's day is coming up on the 24th. I know I can churn these out at the speed of light if I just focus, but with ADHD, it doesn't always happen, lol. Maybe I'm being too hard on myself...

Speaking of the 13th, I need to... focus more on the actual cleansing rituals and everything. I know everyone (my spirit guides) is telling me to chill, to not speedrun it, but... I. y'know. I like to get things done. I don't like having a to-do list.

And also, as an aside, I added something to my parents list for myself for groceries (that I can use otherwise) and turns out it's not at the store so it has to be ordered online. Which is really good I did that, because otherwise I wouldn't have been able to find it when I needed it for my spells, which I really wanna do The Big Shadow Realm One on the new moon this month. To start the year with January's new year energy and the energy of the new moon. I also don't want to wait to perform it even longer.

There's really not much else for me to say today. No spellwork done or anything, just messing with decks, as ya do. So... well, it's not goodnight, I won't be in bed for another hot minute, but g'night.

[coghive]

Amanda Danziger & Filipe Michael To Release ‘Seasons Instrumental’ January 20

Amanda Danziger and Filipe Michael will release part two of their Seasons EP, titled Seasons Instrumental on Friday, January 20, 2023. The project which initially launched in November was created to emulate cinematic soundscapes, which Danziger describes as devotional worship. “Devotional worship is a place of listening and stillness,” explains Danziger. “Over the years I have written every song I’ve done with my co-writer Filipe Michael, so I wanted to show that we are a team with our latest project Seasons. Filipe is the sole-composer of this project, while I have written the lyrics and melodies. Seasons Instrumental is going to give the listener a completely different experience — you’ll be able to hear all the nuances and creativity my co-writer put into composing Seasons. I hope listeners go into a quiet place for this experience when it releases.” The Seasons In Sound Seasons caps Danziger’s musical journey through the year. Each season she teased listeners with singles included on the album, starting with “Vindicate” for winter, “Prison Walls” for spring and “Refining Fire” for summer. And in the final album release this past November, “Be Still” completed the seasonal journey with fall. Each song in Seasons begins with a distinctive sound to evoke the season. “Vindicate” starts with the rush of a winter storm. Rain and thunder open spring’s “Prison Walls,” and the crackling of a summer campfire introduces “Refining Fire.” For fall, the sound of walking along a leaf-strewn path in the woods begins “Be Still” (pre-save the Instrumental EP here). “Each song is approached in a cinematic style that paints a musical picture of the season,” Danziger shares. With Danziger musically drawing the outline for each song, she relied upon producer and co-writer Filipe Michael to paint in the colors.

“Amanda and I collaborated on this project in a very unique way. Even though we are only separated by a state lines, we worked on this project remotely. Amanda would only provide a vocal track in our sessions and then explain what the song would picture — after that I would take over and compose the project,” explains Mora. “When we would talk on the phone about the project, I told Amanda that I’m ‘painting music.’ This project gave me the fresh air that I needed to think outside the box. Together we created something beautiful.” Collaborating in His name Childhood friends who met in church, Danziger and Michael have been collaborating since 2019, seperated by state lines – Danziger in Pennsylvania and Michael in New Jersey. Working remotely with musical sounds as their primary means of communication, they brought the album together. “Soundscapes are like painting a picture and my part of our collaboration is to bring these visions to life,” Michael says. Adding spice to the soundscapes they create is that both come from multi-cultural backgrounds. “Filipe will joke with me that my melodies don’t sound mainstream, and that’s because of my upbringing. I’m a first-generation American after my parents moved from Egypt in the late 70s. I grew up listening to Arabic music in my home, so I find myself singing in minor keys and experimenting with the sounds of Egypt.” Michael grew up in Sao Paulo, Brazil though they first connected in an Arabic-speaking church. “We used to lead our peers in worship, and from then on, we’ve always known we would create a very special musical piece one day. Seasons is it,” Danziger believes. Recognition After releasing the first song of Seasons with “Vindicate,” Integrity Music recognized the unique contribution that Danziger made in the contemporary worship genre and signed her to a licensing deal through its Integrated Music Rights program. This allowed Danziger to remain an independent artist, but also gain access to a record label infrastructure and opportunities. “The timing was all in God’s hands. I was so excited for this opportunity because it came right in time for the launch of Seasons,” Danziger states. “Seasons is a journey. It is a walk through of an entire year of thoughts, prayers, and life — and I’m grateful to launch this project with the Integrity team. They’ve encouraged us and helped us navigate throughout the entire process.” Read the full article

[zelphyrsarts]

Jameson was orphaned as an infant in Skyrim. No one knew who his parents were, but he appeared to be a Bosmer. He was raised by the especially cruel Grelod the Kind in the Honorhall Orphange in Riften, and was picked on the most for not being human, and for his strange accent.

Despite growing up very close to the Thieves Guild, and his lack of career prospects, he defied all odds and expectations and became a well-respected miner in Shor's Stone, a small mining village north of Riften. One day, a courier brought Jameson an omnibus of the 36 Lessons of Vivec, stating it was from a "friendly stranger" with little other explanation. Jameson wasn't one to read much, but something about the massive, beautifully decorated book drew him in, and every night he stared at it as it sat on his nightstand before falling asleep.

One day, when he happened to have a bit of free time, he began to read it, and immediately became enveloped in it. The "sermons" themselves-if you could call them that-didn't make much sense on the surface, but slowly, he was able to decipher the hidden meanings underneath. He felt as if the more he read, the more he understood Nirn, Oblivion, and everything in-between, to the point where he began to have glimpses of something beyond it. He found himself re-reading Sermon 12 many times; it spoke of the Secret Syllable of Royalty: CHIM. It was apparently a form of enlightenment beyond anything else in this world or the next, one which-if attained-could allow one to truly understand the scope of the world and his place within it.

This concept began to occupy his mind more and more. Why did his family abandon him? Were they still out there, waiting for him? Did they die horribly trying to save him? Was he really meant to be a miner in a tiny, remote village in Skyrim his whole life? The thought burned a whole in his soul, as if this Syllable was aching to be discovered, floating on the tip of his tongue. CHIM. CHIM. CHIM. He knew the word, but he felt as if he could not truly understand it.

The Syllable was originally in Ehlnofex, the ancient language of the Original Spirits that created Nirn. In the lesson itself, the Syllable was spoken by a Daedra-Molag Bal. Jameson didn't relish consulting the Daedra for help, especially not one so cruel and vicious as he. He decided instead to consult Hermaeus Mora, the Daedric Prince of Knowledge. He knew any dealing with a Daedra was a risk, but he'd rather deal with old Herma-Mora over Molag Bal anyday.

And so, he set out to find one of Mora's Black Books to commune with the eldritch Daedra lord. It did not take him long to find one; it was as if it wanted to be found by him. He read it, bracing for the worst, and was pulled into Appcrypha, Hermaeus Mora's realm of infinite knowledge. Before him, he briefly saw a masked man conversing with the Daedra, before disappearing in a cloud of cinders and ash when the man turned and saw Jameson. Jameson was perturbed by this, but his train of thought was cut off as the Daedra addressed him directly.

"Ah, you have finally come. I have been waiting for you." The tentacles Daedra's deep voice tendriled its way into Jameson's mind, reverberating deep within his soul. It was in that moment that it truly occurred to him just what he was getting himself into, but it was too late to turn back now.

"I presume you know what I have came here for?" Jameson asked, his voice cracking slightly as he shakily stepped forward. The mass before him laughed in response, the laughter echoing endlessly around him as if coming from all directions.

"I want to hear you say it, mortal. Tell me what knowledge you're hungering for." Hermaeus Mora's many eyes were trained on Jameson as he said this, unblinking. Jameson took a deep breath, gathering his mental fortitude before answering.

"I wish to know the true meaning of CHIM, the Secret Syllable of Royalty." Jameson replied, putting as much conviction into his voice as he could muster standing before the great and terrible deity. Once again, Hermaeus Mora laughed, this time with more cruelty.

"Do you *really* wish to know *that?*" He challenged, a tentacle flicking in Jameson's direction. "Are you certain you simply don't want to know who you are?" The many eyes of the tentacled mass twinkled with knowing, as if he were in on a joke that Jameson couldn't yet understand. This angered him, and he replied with renewed boldness and vigor.

"I *need* to understand my place in this world. I *need* to understand the world I come from. How am I going to do that without understanding CHIM?" Jameson snarled, his lips drawing back to reveal his teeth. He was becoming increasingly frustrated with the deity, and although he knew he shouldn't push his luck by disrespecting the Daedra, he also didn't understand why he didn't just tell him what he needed to know. After all, why would the Daedric Prince of Forbidden Knowledge withhold such information from him?

In his rage, Jameson failed to realize that the Daedra had fallen silent, and was staring at him more intensely than before. After another moment of silence, he spoke once more.

"Very well, then. You are quite lucky, mortal. I typically do not give charity, especially to those as ungrateful and audacious as you," the deity punctuated this statement with another flick of the tentacle, this time mere inches away from Jameson's face, "a...mutual benefactor has agreed to pay the toll for you."

"Was that the man I saw before?" Jameson replied, his eyes narrowing. This was all becoming very suspicious to him. Questions swirled in his mind regarding the identity of this "benefactor", and how they even knew who he was and what he was after.

"You were paying attention after all, mortal. Very good." The Daedra crowed, blinking slowly at him. "If you read your Black Book once more, all will be revealed to you. But beware: your toll has been paid, but this knowledge still comes with a terrible price, should you fail to comprehend it in its entirety. Beware..." the great mass of tentacles trailed off as he slowly faded away into nothing, leaving Jameson entirely alone.

It was then that Jameson truly took in the space around him; stacks upon stacks of ancient, moldering books, piled high all around him to form an impenetrable wall of forbidden knowledge. The sky above him was a sickly green color, glowing with a sinister energy. The only other feature of the "room" he was in was a rectangular stone table piled high with more books, scrolls, and soul gems. Seeing no other exit-and no other option-he read the Black Book once more, which had somehow accompanied him to wherever he was now.

As soon as he looked at the page, everything around him changed. He was in a great white void, and he could feel a strange energy crackling all around him. Despite the intense compulsion to look deeper into the white void in front of him, he instead looked sideways, and saw the masked man from earlier standing-or rather, floating-beside him. The man said nothing, merely pointed toward the void in front of them.

Jameson turned back, and suddenly the void had changed. Flashes of memories, sights, sounds, sensations began streaming through his mind, as if he were living infinite lives in the span of one instant. It was so much-almost too much-to handle. The Tower was visible to him now, and he saw and understood the entire construct. He saw beyond it, and beyond that as well, ad infinitum, until he knew everything of every life he ever lived. It burned him inside and out, and he felt himself change in an instant, and it was in that moment that he finally knew who-and what-he was.

Everything he had ever known was a lie. Everything he knew was a construct of the Tower, a dream within a dream, and everything contained therein-everything he ever knew-was just another part of the dream. Who he was, *what* he was, where he was from, were also lies. He wasn't even Bosmer-he was Ohmes Khajiit, which were so similar to Bosmer as to be indistinguishable. A life of pain and loneliness, all leading nowhere. Just another construct of the Tower-but now he had risen beyond it.

He cried out in pain, all the revelations burning through him, but despite this agony, his form held. Something was holding him together. He looked up, and saw the masked man in front of him, watching silently. Somehow, the identity of this man escaped him; it reached into a place his now-infinite mind has been barred from.

"What...what are you? What have you done to me?!" He choked, knowledge pouring out of his eyes like hot lava.

"I have awakened you. And now, you are ready for the task I have for you." The masked man's voice was a great many whispers converged into one loud silence, pronouncing the affectation of knowledge without the sound of it. The lack of an echo bred space for rage within Jameson's expanded heart, and with one backwards step through time, he was back in the place where he had read the Black Book-but it was too late.

Jameson had successfully achieved CHIM, and was now trapped eternally in the waking dream-but an eternity here was better than being back there with *him.* He still felt all the lives he lived burning within him, and he clung to them within his soul, and he blessed them with a ward from *his* touch.

After that day, Jameson hid away the omnibus and Black Book that cracked open the egg of his soul, so that no other would have to experience the agony he now faced. He then returned to his life as a miner, as if nothing had ever happened. The others could tell he had changed somehow, but none questioned it, as he was still the best miner in Shor's Stone.

You made your mark on me

Those things I've seen

Can't explain

The blinding lights, the strangest sounds

I'll never be the same

[genshrineimpact]

Today's brainrot (possibly one of two or more)

You are an adventurer who is stationed in liyue

You saw and explored all of liyue, discovering various ruins and artefacts. During one of your adventures you stumbled upon a giant nest in a cave. There were multiple shattered egg shells, or at least what looked like ones, but they have been there for at least a month, abandoned. But among some rocks, slightly away, you find a weird, round rock, that was brown and smooth with some golden markings on the surface.you thought tht it was a rock, until you heard some chirps coming from it.

After some internal debate, you think that whatever this creature was, it's parents didn't exactly care about it and took it home.

You placed it in some warm nest made with cloth and blankets, washed its surface and checked on it few times a day. After a few days, you invited traveler for some lunch at your home in liyue harbor (let's say you helped them during liyue archon quest and became friends). They had this elegant man tagging along and you didn't mind. You knew zhongli as a furneal parlor consultant and briefly met him earlier, but that was it.

Cue Zhongli being weirdly skirmish around your house, like he was looking for something.

Then you decided to show the egg to the traveler and his companion, talking about how you didn't know what was that, but it seemed alive so you took it in. Then you looked at them, and traveler had weird, shocked look on their face and Zhongli, well...

I leave the reaction up to you lol

luke back at it again with the brainrot everyone say thank you luke for the meal 🍽

i am combining these two into one because i can hope you don’t mind ehhehe also snakes are so cute awww look at that tiny lil face i wanna boop that lil snoot <3 who's a good snakey snakey??? yes you are!!! <3

zhongli can feel it, the energy of a fellow mythical beast, and so that’s why he’s so antsy, looking around the vicinity like an animal who smelled a nearby predator and is trying to locate it. their presence is unwelcome in the city - in what used to be his city.

when you show them the egg, zhongli is tempted to yank it off you and fling it away towards the mountains because a xiushe definitely does not belong in a human abode. mildly concerned for your safety, he tells you that it’s a beast that can grow into an extremely massive size, said to be able to even swallow a primo geovishap whole. and he tells you that he will gladly relieve it from your hand.

now, obviously, you don’t know zhongli well enough yet, and even though you’ve heard of people singing praises to him, you’ve gotten a little attached to the egg, so you’re reluctant to part with it. i mean, sure, a funeral parlor consultant’s knowledge must be pretty extensive, but does he really know what he’s talking about in this case? you’ve heard about him being broke and having to borrow people’s money - what if he just wants to take the egg and sell it for some mora??

but then the traveler who is your friend also nods along and tries to convince you to let go of the egg, saying something about how it didn’t feel “right” and that you can trust zhongli, because he definitely knows what he’s talking about…. so with a pout, you pat the egg one last time and tries to hand it over to zhongli.

- the thing is, when you were about to do this, it starts to crack along the golden markings. you freak out because you thought you damaged the egg from your pats. zhongli and traveler internally freak out because “oh shit it’s hatching are we too late oh crap oh fu-”.

a golden-colored snake head pops out from the top, a pair of unnaturally tiny horns jutting right above its big beady red eyes, which were intensely staring right at you. a familiar sounding chirp cuts the tense silence.

it’s…. very adorable.

safe to say that you decided to keep the little one despite the two people’s insistence for you not to. zhongli tells you a xiushe is most definitely not a pet, but how can you believe him when the little thing keeps bumping onto your hand gently, asking for head pats? in the end, you tell him that if he’s that worried, he’s more than welcome to check in with you every now and then, to make sure everything is fine and dandy and the beast hasn’t swallowed you whole or something.

... which is the beginning of how you and zhongli started spending more time together. xiuxiu is always with you (truly, you possess a superb naming sense) third-wheeling much to zhongli’s displeasure. both of you slowly realize that you’re enjoying each other’s company very much, and your relationship develops further in a slow-burn, feels-steady-move-slow kind of way; from mere acquaintances of a friend to actual friends to best friends to dating-but-not-really to finally-dating to unofficially-married.

and throughout it all, zhongli absolutely adores you, he really does….. he just wishes you would stop bringing the snake beast on your dates.

the irritating reptile clearly knows of his draconic ancestry and has a personal vendetta against him. whenever he's around you, the lesser reptile makes it its job to rile him up. always wrapping itself around your body in some way or another, hissing whenever he gets too close- he swears he saw it smiling, perched smugly on top of your head when you tell him that you have to get home because it’s feeding time for your cute xiuxiu.

zhongli’s seen the snake wandering out in the fields and swallowing a whole darn hilichurl. he really thinks it can feed itself just fine.

“are you sure that’s xiuxiu? maybe you mistook it for a snake monster? i mean, look, ‘li! he’s so tiny! how can he eat a whole hilichurl, aren’t they the size of human children?”

he’s been waiting for the right time to tell you about his past, but at these times he’s so tempted to just blurt it out. maybe even transform into his dragon form, so you’ll finally believe him when he says your cute little xiuxiu’s actual body has now enabled it to eat an adult human being if it so wishes.

well, at least he sleeps better at night knowing you’re safe cuddling with your clingy snake child… though he wishes it was him you’re cuddling instead... (literally the "Ah Yes. Me. My s/o. And Their Sentient Reptilian Mythical Beast" meme sldfjlsjdfk)

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[whispereons]

Over This Shit

So, you know how I said it was mostly going to be boys and based on my game? I lied. I have no idea what I'm writing. I'm just making it up as I go.

The Beginning

Yanfei didn't know how much longer she could take it.

Her days were happy and peaceful with her job giving her day a little chaos. A normal, fulfilling life is what her and her parents wanted and it was going well.

Until a month ago that is.

Y/n, a traveler who saved Mondstadt from Stormterror and recently took part in the battle against Osial.

They first met when Y/n was speaking to Granny. They went on a whole case for smaragdus jadeite and bonded quite well. At the end a serena teapot was given away and they both went their ways.

Unless they had a case, that's how it should have ended.

The shooting stars lasted almost an entire day, and after that the world got... confusing.

A warmth envelops her body, and a name enters her mind.

Turns out the traveler's real name was Lumine who just introduces herself as Y/n. Reason being that she's basically being controlled by Y/n.

The same Y/n that now has a hold on Yanfei herself.

Yanfei can't understand why Lumine is so okay with it (in fact it seems like she likes it).

Because forcibly being dragged into the red glittering sky while in the middle of court isn't very fun. At least she's not losing time.

She's thankful that Y/n didn't make her a permanent part of the team.

Yanfei was a busy woman after all. With legal work to do, papers to file, rap battles to be won and relationships to be kept up with.

Her annoyance was understandable as you changed day into night.

Again

The judge, jury, everyone, even her client was leaving!

"But the defense hasn't even began!..."

She was usually more composed than that, but this would be the 5th time this week and its only Tuesday.

The judge only gives a nod saying "Yes, but it's night already we can continue the case tomorrow."

Resisting a long-suffering sigh, she left intending on eating her weight in tofu at the Wanmin Restaurant.

Even if the start was hectic, she couldn't deny how the world felt more real after the truth was revealed to her. Even if that was the opposite of this world...

At the beginning Yanfei had zero idea why or how she was dragged into a salmon sky with embers of pyro floating around.

Not being able to move any part of her body was a major part of concern. She dimly wonders if she should have paid more attention to the adepti history.

Nothing she could do about it now, really all she could look at was this...person?

You were cute but being in a rectangle with only a face and some shoulders to be seen would be off-putting to anyone.

You go around her body quietly, getting close before moving back, inspecting her she realizes.

"Yanfei you're really cute."

Yanfei doesn't know how to react to a stranger calling her that but she can't refuse considering her condition. In fact it makes her feel a little bashful.

Peculiar

You smile tiredly as her body starts moving on it's own.

The feel of noctilucous jade was familiar as well as the action of setting it on the scale. Small hums escape her as she does so before the scale disappears.

"The little details like your antler rings and mora accessories suit you nicely."

Yanfei doesn't get embarrassed that easily but you paying such attention to her still makes her feel a bit flushed.

Suddenly she's speaking, "My name is Yanfei, top legal expert in Liyue-"

Her mouth moves as if it has a mind of its own. Sure, this is stuff she would say if she met Y/N under normal standards.

But you were not Y/n. And this was anything but normal!

Her mouth continues to talk about different topics until she says something that didn't quite make sense.

"A client? Very pleased to meet you, here's my card. I'm afraid I can't leave my desk today-"

This wasn't her office but then again it wasn't raining when she spoke earlier but from her first words, she thought you might have been drawing out her thoughts.

"...you came to chat as friends with a legal expert that you've never met before... care to explain?"

But Yanfei met Y/n before, saying she never met them is a direct contradictory.

"Thats strange. I guess they made this in case the player got her before finishing the Liyue quest."

Quest? What quest? Who's 'they'? What players are you talking about?

She doesn't have enough clues to figure out what is going on but someone else does.

You had the power to render her, a half-adepti, immobile and draw out private information from her. Would you force her to forget or keep quiet about it?

She's taken from her thoughts when she's dropped back into her chair. The feeling similar to being scared awake when you fall in your dreams.

Scrambling for the time Yanfei stresses over how long she was stuck in that limbo.

No time passed.

She stares blankly at it with disbelief. Could you control time too?

Her half-eaten breakfast is still hot, the tea hasn't finished boiling either.

Yanfei wants to brush it off as a daydream but the evidence says otherwise. And she was a woman of the law if not anything else.

Y/n was a clear part in this scenario but tracking down the traveler was hard. From the rumors, she might be trying to get to Inazuma right now!

Other than an early morning appointment, Yanfei was surprisingly clear for the day.

After the client left, Yanfei didn't hesitate to go looking for the traveler. Her first stop being the adventures guild to see if she was on a commission.

Climbing up the stairs in haste she looks at the reception desk. An adventurer was expected, not the fatui.

Yet there he was, Tartaglia the 11th of the fatui harbingers.

The fatui didn't have a good reputation being the cause of multiple cases she's gotten ever since they made moves into Liyue. Childe was also blamed for the Osial attack.

Combining that with his already bloodthirsty reputation made his appearance even more suspicious.

It was easy to tell something was off about him. He stood with a blank look and had a fire in him, she could tell it was the same as hers with the only difference being his burned far more brightly.

Did he experience it too?

It was risky to talk to him but she needed answers.

She stretched her arm out and opened her mouth to grab his attention when a light consumed her sight.

Yanfei didn't realize she closed her eyes until she was blinking rapidly to chase away the lingering brightness.

Katheryne and Lan didn't react at all, was it another thing you did to them? In fact that warmth you planted in her felt cold...

Looking back to Tartaglia she was shocked at his disappearance.

Instead Y/n stood in his place.

Sighing Y/n rubbed at her eyes and muttered "I don't think I'll ever get used to that."

Yanfei grinned at the traveler, Y/n saw that brightness too. In fact, the warmth was in Y/n as well!

"Y/n!" Yanfei grabbed the travelers wrist as Y/n turned to look at her.

"You saw that bright light too right? And um you saw that person in the rectangle too?" Loud at first Yanfei quieted down as she finished.

Y/n was shocked, for a long time no one else could see it. What made Yanfei see when even a yaksha and a god couldn't?

"Yeah, you're the first I found you could see it. You probably saw Y/n too right?"

Yanfei tilted her head in confusion, "What are you talking about? You are Y/n... right?"

Y/n(?) shook her head 'no' and gestured Yanfei to follow her as she walked away.

"No, I'm Lumine. I'll explain everything I can in a more private setting."

Staying quiet Yanfei followed Y/- Lumine.

Eventually they arrived at the very last dock, far away enough that no one could overhear. The sun was still high in the sky as they both sat on the dock.

Lumine looked at Yanfei with a serious expression, "The truth is, is that this whole world is a game."

Yanfei could only deadpan.

Lumine launched into a series of explanations starting with the fact that you are that warmth that enters them through 'pulling' which would be the meteor showers that only vision holders could see. To how you can control them and make them stronger through upgrades that Yanfei has never heard of. Pointing out the world's bizarre behavior when you are 'playing'. And how you watch and control them through a screen, the same screen that allows them to see you.

"Okay, I don't want to believe it but let's say I do. What sets us apart from the rest that allows us to see Y/n and know the truth?"

Yanfei didn't want to think about everything done was all for naught when someone could just change it.

How long her father fought for Liyue when it could have been prevented easily.

Cause it was only a game...

Lumine pointed up to the sky as stars began to emerge from the darkening sky.

"It was when all my constellations glowed or activated that I was able to see the truth and see them. Before that my head was hazy and I didn't question all the strange things happening. Are all 6 of your constellations activated?"

Yanfei didn't need to look up at the sky to know the answer. When those shooting stars filled the sky, she briefly noticed her constellation glowing in completion, but she didn't care about power and brushed it off.

Lumine frowned at Yanfei's silence. She already knew the answer to her question, she kept meticulous track after all. She needed to know her rivals allies well after all.

"Yeah, they did. Did that not happen to anyone else? In fact how many of us are there?"

Lumine nodded and spoke, "You're the first that was c6'ed, that's what they call it, and I wanted to check in to see if my theory was right."

Yanfei pursed her lips as she asked the question that had bouncing in her mind since she was first controlled.

"Constellations grant power, since I've been c6'd does that mean they'll force me on their team? It's not like I can refuse or even show that I don't want to..."

Lumine shook her head, "No, they won't"

"What makes you so sure?"

Gazing at the waves Lumine responded, "It isn't cheap to make us stronger and they invested a lot in their current team. Plus, they have have rather specific taste..."

Ignoring the last part Yanfei sighed in relief, being stuck as a random person puppet wasn't ideal. Still how could she ever be sure when you were going to pause their world?

The traveler spoke up again, "I have a few theories at the moment but I'll wait to share until I have more proof. Right now I can only tell you that the time in this world and theirs is different. They say that'll see me tomorrow and disappear for a month. Sometimes later sometimes earlier but they always leave saying 'Goodbye I'll see you tomorrow'. So I don't think they're lying."

"Then we'll have to deal with them for a few weeks then get about a month break?" Yanfei sighed as she imagined being stuck in limbo and slowly forgetting what legal case she was dealing with.

"I'll take what I can get. If that's the last thing you can warn me about then I'll be going. I can already see the line of clients in the morning."

Lumine nodded as she got back to her feet.

Yanfei smiled at the blonde as she spoke, "Thank you for clearing this up. You really are one of a kind. I felt like I was going crazy by myself. Remember if you have any legal trouble in Inazuma I can help you out!"

After that they both went their ways, but Yanfei could tell that Lumine was a little bitter at not being used as much.

Yanfei entered the Wanmin Restaurant and ordered an almond tofu to start off. After all nothing like a sweet treat to melt away the stress of a pausing nightmare week.

As she waited for her food, she watched Xiangling cook and deliver food in its usual fast pace.

Bright and cheery as always Xiangling greeted each customer.

The eyebags didn't escape Yanfei's sight.

Looking closer Yanfei could see Xiangling nodding off before startling awake when another customer comes in.

"Sorry for the wait! Lots of customers have been coming in due to Lantern Rite approaching. Enjoy your food!"

Xiangling still smiled as she set down the plate of tofu. Yanfei didn't know Xiangling personally, she only came for their food really, so she only looked at Xiangling as she thanked her.

The words died in her throat as the world sped up into day.

Again

Xiangling's eye twitched and Yanfei covered her face with her hands as she groaned in despair.

"Um Yanfei right?"

Xiangling looked nervous and up close Yanfei could see that the poor girl was starting to lose it.

"You can see it right? The night turning into day, that's why you are upset."

Yanfei sighed tiredly and nodded. That was all Xiangling needed. She grabbed the half-adepti by the shoulders and got closer.

"Please tell me you know what's going on! I've barely got any sleep these past few weeks. I feel like I'm going crazy since no one else can see it."

Yanfei didn't want to get more involved with you, but she had been wanting to tell someone else about this that wouldn't automatically regard her as crazy. The young girl's touch also revealed the warmth in her.

'I guess we're in this together.' Yanfei shrugged off Xiangling's hands and grabbed her plate of almond tofu.

Walking leisurely to the entrance, Yanfei turned her head slightly to face Xiangling.

"You coming or what?"

Xiangling could cry in happiness, finally answers!

Yanfei was an intimidating lawyer in Liyue. So, she'll either get charged with insanity, collapse from stress and lack of sleep, or get some answers (and a solution if the archons allow it).

All done! Would you believe me if I said that this is only half and I split it due to length and time? I really suck at sad stuff so don't be too mad about it. This is my first time writing genshin characters so tell me if it's too ooc!

Either way Xiangling was done with this bullshit.

Taglist: @ognenniyvolk @i-hate-that-i-love-them

I do want to do a few other characters but I'm just doing the ones that come to mind. Who knows maybe I'll change things up again.

Edit: I can not believe I was dumb and sleep deprived enough that I left the author notes in inside this post. And I spent a hour looking for it too.

[glazelilyy]

genshin guys as types of dads

characters (separately!) - diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, albedo, childe, zhongli, xiao

word count - 1222

genre - fluff, crack

format - headcanons

warnings - domestic life, parental content, children

a/n - im on the dad train here so im gonna keep it rolling with this LOL

content under the cut!

absolute worrywart dad

he packs the baby/kid bag himself

it's not that he doesn't trust his partner to do it, he's just overly meticulous about everything he's bringing (please remind him not to pack two first aid kits and three blankets in case his baby gets cold)

he'll start to worry if they've gone off too far from the winery or if they're out of his or his partner's sight for more than five minutes

also very protective

not to the point where it's overbearing but looking in on the outside it's extremely obvious that diluc would maul anyone that tries to harm his child

very gentle with his child

prefers to hold them on his hip—a classic of course

if his child has named all of their stuffed animals, you better bet he'd got their names, genders, ages, occupations, and personalities memorized

expect to walk in on tea parties and sparring sessions with wooden swords between him and his child on the daily (and yes, diluc will willingly—although begrudgingly—put on a tutu, fluffy boa and tiara for tea parties)

he spoils them a bit, actually a lot

if they want that toy that costs two million mora? it's theirs

but diluc is reasonable and will make sure that his child doesn't grow up to be demanding of everything they want

all in all, diluc is a bit of a worrywart protective dad, but he's also super soft for them he'd do absolutely anything and everything to support his child

fun dad fun dad fun dad-

no but seriously kaeya as a dad is full of new experiences every day

he'd take his children on adventures, whether it be a simple stroll through mondstat to greet the locals, or spontaneous camping trips near windrise, there's always never ending fun

adores having his children sit on his shoulders

"the view's better when you can see much more of it," is his usual reasoning

as fun as he is, kaeya is also great at supporting his children

who would've guessed that being a smooth talker came with its benefits?

he's able to sit and talk with his children instead of reprimanding them and the like

but then again, it's kaeya

expect him to pull lots of pranks, both on his partner and his cute kids

all in good fun though, if he does end up upsetting them you'd better believe he'd make it up to them as best he can

he'd love to stay up late and tell them creepy ghost stories and build pillow forts out of the cushions of couches and blankets

kaeya as a dad would be super fun! a little on the teasing side but he'd do his best to give his children the life that his own father never could

the calm dad

he's pretty good at this whole "taking care of a kid" thing (re: klee)

albedo's got a handle on how he works with his children pretty well

he's a tad stern, after all he'd hate for them to barge into his lab and accidentally hurt themselves

but then again with the proper lab attire, he'll let them sit by his side and watch as he runs alchemical tests (he absolutely adores the look of awe on his children's faces as they watch him work)

albedo will often explain lots of complicated scientific procedures to his kids in a manner that they can understand

he's also not afraid to be upfront with them, to a child it can come off quite blunt but the manner in which he talks and his phrasing assists in helping him convey what he wants to say

if his children are artistically inclined, he'd adore taking them to scenic areas like windrise or starsnatch cliff to sketch or paint

albedo as a dad is pretty chill and steady, he knows what he's doing

chaotic, sweet dad

kaeya may be the fun dad but childe takes it to a different level

he's a family man! he absolutely adores children and it's evident in how he behaves as a father

much like diluc there isn't anything he wouldn't do for them, besides let them see where he works of course

to them he's the best toyseller in snezhnaya (and he'll reinforce this idea by spoiling them rotten with the finest toys he can buy—after all the pockets of the fatui run deep)

he can and will let them stay up past their bedtime and slide them an extra cookie after dinner when his partner isn't looking

looooots of tickle and pillow fights

he'd enjoy teaching his kids to spar with wooden swords and practice weapons

and family ice fishing!! he'd make it a tradition to go ice fishing with his children and teach them all he knows

childe as a dad would be a bit of an enabler, but he just really really cares for his family and children and wants nothing but the absolute best for them

stern yet gentle dad

zhongli is refined and sophisticated

he expects a certain degree of composure and eloquence from his children

100% homeschools his kids, and they'd probably come out brighter than those in regular public school

he enjoys reading books to his kids, who curl up in his lap or on either side of his body on a couch with piqued interests and curious gazes as he turns the pages and reads aloud

he's not overly stern, but he has ground rules that are pretty basic: use manners, be polite, and adhere to bedtime, to name a few

zhongli refuses to spoil his children with elaborate gifts and toys

then again, zhongli is easily fascinated and forgets that his pockets aren't as deep as he remembers

so it isn't unusual for him to approach the counter of a store with an armful of children's books and toys in his hands every now and then and not have any mora to pay it (to which he usually replies, "please send the bill to wangsheng funeral parlor, they shall take care of this matter.")

overall, zhongli is a pretty stern dad but extremely soft for his children at the same time

protective dad!!

xiao would give life and limb for his children's smile (after all, a family is something he never thought he'd have)

much like diluc, he's kind of a worrywart

if harm were to come to his children, he'd never forgive himself

so he makes it his mission to guard them with his life

he's also the type to be a bit distant, but he makes sure his child knows he cares in his own way

from making them protective adeptal amulets out of leaves to letting them play with the wind currents he manifests, xiao shows his love and appreciation in his own way

it wouldn't be unusual to stumble in on xiao with flowers in his hair and the squishy little fingers of his child weaving them into his locks

he may show up sometimes with a chain of sweetflowers around his neck, and if asked where he received it from he'll possibly dodge the question entirely

he's a bit rough around the edges and will go absolutely feral if anyone tries to harm his children, but as a dad xiao is absolutely at the beck and call of his child and will do anything for their happiness

date published: june 22nd, 2021