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Welcome Back [ Platonic! Yae Miko & Raiden Ei x Yokai! GN! Reader ]

my sleep deprived mind just went "you have to write this shit" and yeeted whatever sleep i was about to have outside the window. They are more or less OOC! So have some nice, platonic Yae Miko and Baal/Ei (oops, spoilers) because again, why the fuck not. Thanks again for the notes and reblogs. The faraway island is that one tiny island with a domain.

Summary: It didn't take long for the slumbering yokai on a faraway island in Inazuma to notice the changes the Traveller brought. The Inugami of the faraway island was not surprised when Yae and Ei (who was dragged by Yae after another existential crisis) dropped by unannounced. Literally. Takes place after the vision hunt decree.

ᴛᴀɢ(ꜱ): ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(ꜱ): ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀ(ꜱ) ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 613 masterlist.

The skies were clear today, the Inugami of the abandoned mansion beyond the Sea of Fog noted as they sat outside. The water licked their heels and a gentle breeze went past them softly, making their bob-cut hair flutter with the wind. They wore a white kimono and light grey hakama, along with a black haori with golden trimmings. The person was barefoot, showcasing their tan skin.

The Dog God was resting after another scuffle with those pesky floating wolves lingering around their territory. They have been asleep ever since Makoto left and have been keeping tabs on Inazuma with the help of Taroumaru and the other dogs.

And then the Traveller had to go and open their domain.

[Y/N] growled when they sensed another rifthound. Their almond eyes glowed faintly while their fangs and nails elongated. The lone person (well, physically) in the island went inside the mansion and ripped the newly formed rifthounds apart.

"Being unable to leave this place is one thing, but sharing it with you all is another," [Y/N] snarled, "You pesky little shits. Stop infesting my home like what you did in Tsurumi Island,"

The Inugami released their hold on their human form and is now sporting their animal ear (instead of their human one) along with a dog tail hidden by their haori. A bushy dog tail, to be specific. Both are coloured similarly to their human hair—black. Although there's a small white patch on the end of their tail.

"Ever since that yellow little human entered the mansion, those things always appear," [Y/N] remembered the blond traveler who destroyed the seal on the mansion.

Their ears pointed forward, trying to hear if there are any more floating wolves inside the mansion. Those things can become invisible so the eyes are practically useless in this situation.

When they sensed no threat, they relaxed.

Their tail lazily waved behind their back—haori fluttering as the Dog God walked briskly towards the door. They opened the entrance to the mansion and only raised a brow when a purple-haired woman wearing a purple outfit dropped from the sky.

"Ei," Their ears twitched, "What a surprise for you to drop by,"

"My, my," Ei's current companion, Yae Miko, smiled devilishly, "Have your senses dulled, [Y/N]?"

"Miko," The Electro Archon called. Ei, after all, didn't want the rest of their unannounced visit to be filled with their less-than-savoury remarks.

Yae placed a hand on her chin and raised a brow, "It's not my fault they slept for a long time and weakened,"

"Point taken, you fox," [Y/N] huffed and ambled towards Ei to give her a hug, "Glad to have you back, your excellency,"

The woman who is pink from head to toe looked fondly at her friends.

And she may have joined Ei in patting (and hugging) the Inugami when they turned into a big black dog meters high with white markings on their forehead and eyelids. The white patch on the tail also remained.

"Why the hell won't you go into your fox form, you sly fox. Stop pulling on my fur! You oversee a shrine, for fuck's sake—ouch! Stop being petty!"

"This is why you shouldn't sleep for a long time," Her smile turned sharp, "Now let me brush your fur,"

"No," They growled, careful not to move too much because the braided woman was using his side as a pillow. Or bed. "Letting you brush my precious fur back then was a mistake!"

Too bad Yae was not looking for an answer.

And so, Ei nonchalantly ignored the chaos between the two's dynamic and burrowed herself to [Y/N]'s side.

yes, you are a big fluffy dog. Yes, Yae and you are chaotic friends while Ei is the "Ah, this is fine," friend when you two squabble. *cue jazz hands* tada, another OOC oneshot

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¹ Just a Little More [ Arataki Itto x F! Reader ]

👀💦 My mind can't stop thinking about this and that like, sir let me do my work it's already nearing the deadline!!?!?! so here's another Itto content to calm my brain. plus, omfg thanks for the notes, reblogs and follows!

Summary: Contrary to popular belief, being reborn does not guarantee that you remember your past life. Those who were blessed by Celestia themselves are not fortunate either. All of them were merely entertainment in the eyes of the unknown god.

ᴛᴀɢ(ꜱ): ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(ꜱ): ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 724

masterlist.

part 1. part 2. part 3.

Before, she was Kana. A farmer's daughter and a simple citizen before the nations were found.

Even before that, she was Ritsu. A noble lady who is contractually obligated to marry a stranger of equal or higher standing.

Before she became Ritsu, she was Makoto—a man sent to the frontlines to fight in a rebellion.

And before Makoto were many more. Names were buried, appearances have been altered, and genders were swapped so many times she has forgotten how her first life went.

And now, she was reborn once more. This time, as [Y/N].

And now, the other was born as a fearsome man.

"I promise I'll find you in our next life, [redacted]..."

The female woke up, startled. Tears were falling down her eyes as she tried to remember the features of the man in her dreams—but to no avail. All she knew was the taste of ash and the suffocating smoke in the air and the bittersweet feeling remaining in her heart whenever she remembers the words spoken by the other person.

[Y/N] remembered crying for a long time. Why, she didn't know. But deep inside her soul wept for what was lost.

The woman continued on with her daily life, the incident forgotten till she dreamt of another.

"Ah... I was far too late—I'm sorry Ritsu—" He held the hands of the woman wearing what seems to be the most expensive clothing there is. She was clad in clothes made of silk and wool, embroidered with golden thread, and wore jewelry befitting a woman of her stature.

Ritsu coughed and red stained her lovely garments. The man, with his features as hazy as ever, only held the pretty woman's hands tighter.

"I—,"

Again, [Y/N] woke up feeling sad and she started crying once more.

And again, and again, and again.

It went on with no specific pattern. Sometimes she dreamt of something once a week. The others, days in between, and rarely, a month after the last.

She wouldn't know the reason why she kept on dreaming about a man and a woman (sometimes both are women or both are men). But the ending is the same. She would feel the deep, unrelenting sadness, pain, and hopelessness of both of them—it was a never-ending negativity that would never go away even when she wakes up.

Blood stained the wooden floorboards.

The sharp scent of iron lingered in the air. A lone female laid in the middle of the room, her clothes stained with red. Her eyes glistened as she held back her tears because now, she remembers.

She remembers them. How can she not? Her last dream was of what he looks like, albeit there are no prominent features like a face. Only his general stature and hair color.

The door suddenly opened with a loud bang. A tall, white-haired man entered the room in a panic. His crimson orbs immediately glanced at the female that is bleeding out. The loud noise caught the dying woman's attention.

Her orbs clashed with his—[E/C] to shimmering red.

'Ah,' The female thought. 'So it was I, in this life, who will leave you behind,'

The muscular man ignored the others—who were wearing the purple armor of the Raiden Shogun's army—and instead went straight ahead to where the female laid.

He cradled her head and held her with care. Red was now the prominent hue of her outfit. What was once light red and grey became maroon, and Itto, who was beside the female already recognizes the scent of death lingering behind.

"I..." She coughed blood, "We m-meet again..,"

"Shit, Hanako—Ritsu, Kaori, whatever—It's you, right?" The male applied pressure to her abdomen. "Damn it—I didn't even know your name in this life yet—"

She laughed weakly and placed her hand atop of his, "Maa, y-your name, p-please,"

"It's Arataki Itto now—don't close your fucking eyes!"

Her vision blurred. She wheezed in pain and she slowly loses grip on reality. The female can vaguely hear anything now, and whatever he shouted must have been something when another person enters.

"S...wake!"

'What a pretty name. It fits him,' She squeezed his hands weakly, 'I'm sorry... I'm leaving you again...'

And the cycle begins once more after death has claimed the other half.

"If you could prevent the other from dying, then life deems you worthy to be together. If not—then death is a given,"

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uhhhh- sorta AU where Celestia, when in a good mood, blesses two people who (will entertain 'em) were involved.

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You're Perfect [ Arataki Itto x F! Reader ]

Here I am stepping into the fandom because of one man lmao. Arataki Itto be hoarding fangirls as soon as he was out 😞✋. Kinda (definitely) new to this sort of thing hhhh. he kinda OOC but 🙄 Itto is still Itto and we all need some soft Itto.

Summary: Deep inside [Y/N]'s heart, she knew she could never hold onto the white-haired man for eternity. But who knows? Maybe said man will do the holding.

ᴛᴀɢ(ꜱ): ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ. ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ. ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 400 masterlist.

Arataki Itto was not meant to be tied down to one person. He was not meant to stay on one island for the man is busy chasing whatever catches his interest. The white-haired man was dumb like that—always running after something, not knowing he was leaving someone behind.

[Y/N] always felt inadequate—but perhaps that's why she was enamored with the tall oni. He was what she cannot be—his loud to her quiet and his bold, adventurous self to her shy, meek personality.

He was kind on where it mattered.

But sometimes, she can't help but wonder if Itto pitied her, too, and that's the reason why he's dating her.

It wouldn't be weird, after all. That's what they all say in the end.

The white-haired man was not as dense as they made them out to be. And no, he's also not a pain in the neck unlike what his female subordinate says. He may always look for trouble (pestering Kujou Sara is definitely trouble. But he's going to defeat that Tengu next time he sees her!), bouncing around Inazuma looking for bug-fights and other competitions—

Okay, he, sort-of, is a pain in the neck.

Anyways.

His crimson eyes would always follow [Y/N]'s figure whenever he is with the female. Nowadays, she would always drift off when she thought he wasn't looking. Her muted happiness was turning into something else the longer it goes on.

And so he bothered his deputy because she's oh-so responsible—

"Ah, [Y/N]?" Kuki Shinobu raised a brow at the Gang Leader, "You finally got kicked to the dog house?"

The male frowned and was about to retort when the female continued, "—but maybe she's sad? [Y/N]'s always forcing a smile these days,"

Sad? Itto can deal with sad.

Imagine [Y/N]'s surprise when the white-haired male dropped by her place unannounced and proceeded to drag her back to the couch. If there isn't a couch in Inazuma, well now there is.

He hugged the female and set her on his lap, intent on comforting his significant other.

"H-huh?! Itto? Wha—," She turned beet red when the man softly nuzzled against her nape.

"Stop thinking," He muttered, "I told you didn't I? I'm not like any of those assholes that you told me about. I wouldn't leave you for some shitty reason, or for another female. [Y/N], you're perfect."

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² Brighter than the Sun [ Arataki Itto x F! Reader ]

So this thing is kinda connected to my "Just a Little More" one shot, yeah. Yeah so, well. Yeah, an AU, probably? Another angst. An angst continuation because my brain rose from the dust after our research paper. Ehe. Before y'all yell at me for OOC! Itto well, it's past! Itto so 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️. Happy reading!

Summary: Before Itto was born as Itto, he was also another man. Another Oni. Still bearing the Arataki name, he was worshipped on a faraway island in Inazuma. Oni were, after all, powerful beings long before Celestia and its' archons had complete influence over the world of Teyvat. And he needs something to exert his power upon the mortal plains.

ᴛᴀɢ(ꜱ): ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(ꜱ): ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1287

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part 1. part 2. part 3

The dreams that he had have been vague—vaguer than what he had in his previous life as the son of a noble family (how he knew that—he wasn't sure). The white-haired male frowned. Being an Oni must have done something. That, he was sure of.

He has seen blurred shapes whenever he shuts his eyes for a good rest. He has seen figures of a man and a woman, laughing together, having a good time. He has seen a man getting killed in front of another man, and a woman jumping off a cliff to follow her other half.

That was all he has, for he can see where it happened but not of who.

'Blurred images that no longer define his reality,' The male thought.

He knows they were all set to the past. How can he not? Some have happened outside of Inazuma—the crumbling ruins of another civilization are etched deep within his mind. It may not be a complete memory of a lifetime, but it was enough for Arataki to understand who and what he is dreaming of.

All the white-haired male has is the voices and the feel of emotions to help decipher the dreams.

"My love, I'm sorry," A voice sobbed, words completely drenched in sorrow and guilt.

A shaky voice answered his apologies, "I-It's going to be f-fine. W-we'll meet again i-in our next l-life...,"

"I'm sorry... I was far too late...,"

Anguish and sorrow were some of the things he mostly felt. Arataki will always wake up yearning for something—someone—with a pain reverberating deep within his heart. And yet he ignored it and promptly did his duties.

The villagers, after all, gave him offerings for a job well done.

He wiped the blood off his face. His fiery orbs as he walked back towards his shrine, with destruction in his steps. Red trailed after him like a cloak would to its owner—bound and tied intricately with little to no chance of escape.

The people who encountered him along the way actively avoided crossing with the intimidating male's math. Between his haori, soaked with the blood of the vagrants, and his club, dripping with the red substance, it is no wonder people are scared to even meet his eyes.

Yes, even you.

He first met the human woman after he went out to take a walk. She was hiding near his abode. The woman was clearly being chased—what with the way she hurriedly walked and how she jumped at the animals on her path. Her face was flushed and she breathed loudly.

Clearly, this human woman traversed the entire island ducking and hiding like a rat.

He inwardly smirked at the instantaneous look of fear as soon as she laid her eyes on him.

Arataki caught sight of the people who must've been chasing her. He clicked his tongue when he saw it was the people causing trouble for the village. Remembering the chief's words and a new offering, he went past the trembling human and drowned himself in the pleasure of carnage.

When he was done, he looked back and unknowingly frowned in disappointment.

That was how we met in this life.

The white-haired man caught sight of her a few times when he descends to the village. The locals quickly took to her like as if she had been residing there for years. The children were quick to flock her and the others would smile at her blindingly.

'Stupid human, trusting others easily,' He frowned and swiftly left the vicinity.

Arataki paused. 'Is he sick? Why is he wasting his time, thinking about the little human's stupidity?'

He growled inaudibly before rushing to go to his mansion.

The first willing interaction that he had with the fragile human was when he heard her play a weird instrument. She sat on a big slab of rock, cursing when it wouldn't play the way she wanted it to.

He stepped on a twig and found it amusing when she jumped.

"Human," Arataki tried to mask his amusement, "What is that thing on your hands?"

"I found it b-beyond the ruins and I-I'm trying to fix it," Her voice trembled when she answered his question, "I believe i-it was a zither,"

He didn't ask any more questions after that. The human cautiously looked at him, completely tense. Realizing that he would stay there for a while, she continued to fiddle with the strings and occasionally strummed to test the sounds it would make.

They both winced.

Arataki went to where he found the female, repairing her zither. It had been three weeks since they developed this odd routine, where he will watch the female—[L/N], was it?—work on her instrument and try to get a pleasant sound from the wretched thing. Although she can only come three times a day, and sometimes, four if she was lucky. Running around the villages for errands drains your time, that's for sure.

"I remember Father teaching me how to play the zither," She blurted it out of the blue, "But we were poor. Father slowly piled debt after debt, and what was once a home became a house till it wasn't even enough to be called a shelter anymore,"

He stayed silent.

She laughed nervously, "Father may not be rich, but he earns enough for the family. But we had to sell our valuables, including Mother's zither after that... fiasco,"

The female paused and tested the restored instrument. It let out a pleasant sound—well, pleasant enough for the two of them.

That day, he sat a bit closer to her.

He noticed her smile, and he idly noted that she shines brighter than the sun.

Arataki dreamt one last time.

A hand reached out and grabbed someone's arm. They yanked with all their strength and their desperation is palpable in the air. The person who almost got turned into human paste stared at the male, shocked.

And then happiness—reliefjoyanticipationexcitement—enveloped their very being.

He woke up. There was no dread or gut-wrenching pain in his heart. There was no heaviness that weighs his very being. Instead, there was nothing.

He didn't dwell on it for long, for he can feel the power coursing through his vein at the cost of another human.

He wasn't born a god—what he was is something that relies on the faith and the sacrifice of the people, similar to the newly born Inugami. At the cost of a single person to be offered on the altar on a cloudless day, he gains strength, although not comparable to those who were born gods.

He slew the people wreaking havoc on his island and helped place wards around the island before going back to that rock.

And again, he went back.

For weeks, [L/N] seemingly vanished off the face of Teyvat. He waited and waited and waited till he had enough. The white-haired male went down his fort and stormed towards the village. What's weird is that the scent of the woman was faded, almost as if—

Panicked, the male immediately went to the altar on the outskirts of the village. Arataki's vision turned red the moment he saw the limp body of the female, with scarlet painting her now pale skin. He cannot hear the soothing thump her heart makes. It was silent.

In a single second, he understood who she was supposed to be. He wondered why he forgot to warn her about the pesky humans. He wondered and wondered till all he can hear is the voice deep in his mind and the numbing realization of his mistake. And in a second, he fell into depravity.

The sun and moon shall bear witness to my rage.

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rip once again. this was the, eh, a satisfying continuation. *looks away because I killed the reader again*. shit's kinda, well, shitty. y'all gonna go 👁️👄👁️❓ if you don't read part 1.

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masterlist.

aight so, i made this because i knew i'd end up writing more stuff so lemme just compile 'em all here—

Er, colors and their codes:

Blue, ☁- Fluff,

Red, ❤- Angst,

Purple, 🌎 - AU?

edited the three-part shots of Arataki's to come under one title. that was dumb of me to separate it lol. so any future, eh, parted? shots would be like that.

You're Perfect [☁]

Summary: Deep inside [Y/N]'s heart, she knew she could never hold onto the white-haired man for eternity. But who knows? Maybe said man will do the holding.

In Aeternum [🌎]

Summary: Bonded forever due to a God's whim, they must fulfill the conditions or suffer for eternity.

Just a Little More [❤]

Brighter than the Sun [❤]

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Welcome Back [☁]

Summary: It didn’t take long for the slumbering yokai on a faraway island in Inazuma to notice the changes the Traveller brought. The Inugami of the faraway island was not surprised when Yae and Ei (who was dragged by Yae after another existential crisis) dropped by unannounced. Literally. Takes place after the vision hunt decree.

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Welcome Back [☁]

Summary: It didn’t take long for the slumbering yokai on a faraway island in Inazuma to notice the changes the Traveller brought. The Inugami of the faraway island was not surprised when Yae and Ei (who was dragged by Yae after another existential crisis) dropped by unannounced. Literally. Takes place after the vision hunt decree.