#my blonde wife and my fatui wife

[dawnbirdwhistle]

I'm so ready for 🃏Arlecchino🍷 (Genshin Impact)

She better comes home when it is time because this took me so long to make xd

Note to self:  mirrors are scary, hands are scary, mirrored hands are HELL (so i hope it was worth it)

Anyways as per usual I will go feral over her here bc no irl friends on tumblr hopefully 👀 oh what a great day it is to love women AH

[allfearstofallto]

Childe Announcing that He's Married - Drabble

Yandere! Childe x Fem! Reader

Forced marriage

He held up his left hand with a playful grin, even wiggling his fingers to draw more attention to the silver band around his ring finger.

Both the traveler and Paimon gawked at the jewelry with shocked expressions, like their eyes were gonna pop out of their heads at any moment.

“Paimon thought you were lying when you said you were married,” she squealed in her usual high pitched voice and the traveler merely nodded along in agreement.

Childe scoffed and dramatically feigned pain in his chest, “Who would lie about such a thing?”

The blonde and Paimon both looked at each other, then back at Childe who still had a glowing grin on his face. He lied about literally almost everything. Him lying about this was more believable than him actually marrying someone.

“Then how come we never see your wife?” Paimon asked, trying to drill him into making a mistake and having this whole fib fall apart.

“And take her into the dangers of my job? Never! She stays in Snezhnaya,”

Paimon thought for a moment, that did sound pretty believable, “Then where is she now? Still at home?”

Childe shook his head then turned and pointed to where you sat at a cafe. Wearing traditional Liyue hanfu, you sipped your tea in silence. Your expression was sad, a look of longing as you watched the dragon dancers and the people popping firecrackers, it was a celebration.

Two armed Fatui guards stood at your side, whether they were there to protect you or keep you from running was debatable, but their presence meant that no one approached you.

When you felt Childe looking over at you, you gave him a weak smile. It looked forced and fearful with the way your lips were shaking, but he still swooned regardless.

“I let her out for the lantern rite,”

[kurogane2512]

Kurooo i just can't get enough of Signora my baby, imagine reader, who is just so smitten with Signora that they just can't help but sit there and stare at her lovingly or coming up to hug her from behind and pressing gentle kisses to her cheek. Like i cant help but want to give all the love she's been missing out on after her late husband. Been wanting more fluff for her and i hope you can write this. Awesome works as always! -🐯

Cute af oh my god Signora fluff gets me weak, I also want to give her all the love she missed out on all these centuries and I have been missing her so much these days 😭

Game: Genshin Impact

Characters: La Signora x gn!reader

Type: Fluff (domestic life, you are married to Signora, slightly suggestive)

The warm rays of the morning sun tickled your face as you slowly opened your eyes and were met by your wife's sleeping face. Rosalyne was beautiful beyond measure in your eyes, you couldn't take your eyes off her. You were lying in the blanket together with her, her arms securely wrapped around your body as she tightly hugged you in her sleep. This was a common habit of Rosalyne, even before you got married to her. It was a bit of a shock to you at first, seeing the ruthless 8th Harbinger of the Fatui become so vulnerable to you but you were glad she trusted you this way.

You smiled and gently caressed her cheek to brush aside her blonde hair strands, your eyes fell on the burned side of her face and you couldn't help but lovingly caress it too. You knew she couldn't feel much sensations on it, but you nevertheless loved touching it to show her you found her beautiful no matter what and that this side was as important to you as the other. You then planted a kiss on her forehead which made her shift a bit but not enough to wake up.

You slowly removed her arms from your body in order to get up and pulled the rest of the blanket on her, gently rubbing her head. But your actions were in vain as you felt your arm being grabbed and turned around to see Rosalyne holding it and her eye slightly open, clearly still sleepy but she was conscious.

"Where are you going, my love....?" Rosalyne mumbled and pulled your arm to make you come back in her embrace, and just like that you were indeed pulled back as you laid down beside her again and she embraced you just like before, nuzzling her face in your neck and breathing your scent.

"I told you not to go before I wake up...." She murmured against your skin, causing you to chuckle but you found her so adorable this way.

"I was just going to the bathroom, I won't leave."

"Hmm.... go and come back quickly."

You nodded and pecked her forehead as she loosened her hold and let you get up to use the bathroom. You came back after 5 minutes and found her sitting up on the bed, and you couldn't lie that your breath was taken away. The sun shone against her messy platinum blonde hair falling down her shoulder and her fair skin, illuminating her in front of the snow white background like a goddess, her black lingerie slightly disheveled as one of the straps hung loose on her shoulder and the gentle smile on her face made you entranced.

"Good morning, my love~"

You were too lost looking at her, rendering you speechless for a moment.

"My love?"

"Ah— g-good morning, Rosa."

Rosalyne smiled with a chuckle and extended her arms out. You climbed up the bed again and went closer to her and she wasted no time to wrap her arms around your neck to hug you. She lunged forward and made you lie back while she rested on top of you and snuggled into your chest, she could hear your heartbeat this way and it gave her so much comfort and peace of mind. You put your arms around her too and lightly caressed her hair, both of you blissfully lying in each other's embrace.

"You don't have work today, right?" Rosalyne asked you.

"Mhm, but you do. You should start getting ready."

"Hmm... there's only 1 meeting today and the usual training. Why don't you accompany me today?"

"Would that be fine? The Mayor doesn't seem particularly fond of my presence in the palace this way...."

"Don't pay heed to him. It's all fine as long as you stay with me."

"Hehe, alright. As you say, my lady~"

Rosalyne chuckled and looked up at you to peck your lips. You gazed at each other and you cupped her face, trailing your eyes over her features, "You are so beautiful, Rosalyne."

Rosalyne blushed at the unexpected compliment then smiled, "You say that every day, you know? Many times at that."

"I know, and it's still not enough. It cannot compare to how long you were called heinous and disdainful. I want to make up for it and more."

Rosalyne felt heavy hearted at your words and cupped your face too, "It's not your salvation to bear. I don't care about those people when I know you are here for me and love me for who I am."

You smiled at each other and she leaned forward to kiss you deeply, her lips moving with yours in a slow yet heated manner. Rosalyne didn't know what she did to deserve you, she never asked for redemption but with you she felt pure and washed of all her sins, she felt like the innocent maiden from Mondstadt all over again.

"Shower with me, I want to wash my hair."

You happily agreed and the two of you made your way to the bathroom and discarded your clothes before standing under the shower together facing each other, her back towards the shower head. You held her waist while she rinsed her hair, her head back tilted back exposing her neck and full body to you. You couldn't resist diving in to kiss her neck, she gasped lightly and held on to your shoulders while her right leg wrapped around your waist.

"Hmm.... Y-Y/n~ I'll be late.... mhm~"

"It's fine.... I'm helping you, right?~"

You planted kisses up her neck to her jaw before moving down to her chest and kissing all over it. Her hands wrapped around your head now and her fingers lightly treaded through your hair as she held you and directed you where to kiss. You then let go of her and turned off the shower and applied shampoo over her hair. You were always amazed by the sheer volume and length of her hair and how well she maintained them, you couldn't imagine taking care of your own hair so well but you were so attentive to hers. You loved feeling the soft strands on your palm as you massaged the shampoo all over, they were so perfect.

She then turned on the shower again to wash off the shampoo and you helped her carefully wash every nook and cranny of her long hair then applied conditioner too followed by putting soap on her back. She washed off both the things after a while and you continued hugging her from behind, kissing and sucking on her shoulder and moving up to kiss her cheek on the burned side of her face. Rosalyne giggled at your constant kisses but you knew she loved it. She turned to face you and kissed your face all over before kissing your neck and collarbone.

"Thank you. Do you want me to wash you too, my love?~"

You smirked, "If you say so~"

And just like that, a slow and pleasant morning passed until you reached the Zapolyarny Palace and to her office. Such mornings were common for you, but they always had such a magical effect as if you were everything for the first time. Both of you would remember these moments for the rest of your lives, and Rosalyne knew you are the only person she'll ever love now.

[chilumi-shipper]

Forget and Regret (2)

Kamisato Ayato x Fem!Reader

Summary: Part 2 of "Forget and Regret", Ayato is being plagued by dreams, you think he doesn't need you anymore, but for some reason, he really can't just leave you alone. Many moments of pain came before comfort.

Tags: Angst w/ happy ending, Hurt/Comfort, Crying, A little swearing, Maybe a little naughty in the end (nothing explicit)

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Ayato walked into the room, his eyes landing on a girl lying on his bed, her shoulders shaking as little sobs filled the quiet room.

Her figure was covered by a blanket, and though he could not see her up front, he knew that she was clutching the sheets to her chest.

"Love?" He called out for the girl, the endearment falling naturally from his lips.

The girl did not look at him, but he knows that he's gained her attention.

She tried to control her breath, trying not to make her shallow and sobbing breaths obvious.

"I-I'm sorry..." The girl said in such a small and quiet voice, the stuttering making it obvious that she had been crying. "I k-know it's stupid, b-but I just wanted to give you a g-gift." Ayato had been hearing a lot of this 'gift' thing. He has no idea what is happening, yet the sight of the girl crying in front of him just makes him want to coddle her and make her feel better.

"I should say my apologies as well, my love..." His mouth moved on its own, letting him say words for which he did not know the context. "I didn't mean to lose my temper. I may have been angry, but I would never ever dream of hurting you." 

"I-I regret not saying this sooner, my dear Y/-"

The Yashiro Commissioner stirred awake, groaning as his eyes slowly opened.

He grabbed a pillow by his side and covered his face with it. 

Yet another dream, of the same girl, no less.

And every single time, every waking moment after a dream like that, Ayato felt like his heart was being vigorously tugged on, a sense of regret oozing from the back of his mind. And try as he might, no explanation ever arose to answer his questions.

So, just like every time that this happened, he shrugged off the feelings conveyed by the dreams before finally getting out of bed.

...

"Have you heard? The Commissioner and his wife had a fight." You hear the whispered rumours of some of the workers in the estate, making you sigh.

"Yeah, but people have been saying that she left him. Here she is now, though, so maybe it's all just exaggerated." 

"No! I was here a few weeks ago, and I heard the Lord himself screaming angrily. Could it be that he was mad at Lady Kamisato?" 

"Could be, not to mention that Lady Ayaka has been acting weird lately. She's taking over all of the Lord's duties; I wonder what's happening inside their home."

"Ladies, please. Let's all just stop with all the gossip and get to work?" Thoma approached the workers gathered around to talk about the Kamisato siblings and you, keeping his polite smile as he asked them to get back to work.

After the group got back to their duties, the blonde walked up to you.

"My lady." He addressed you like always, making you look down a bit. "The Shuumatsuban thanks you for your generous donations and help on their mission against the Fatui."

Lately, you've been going back to the estate, both to gather your things without attracting attention and to pay back for what you did a few weeks back.

You also did some digging around the Fatui in Inazuma; it took quite a while, and though it almost got you in danger with the organization, you got a few useful pieces of information for the Shuumatsuban. You feel that this is only appropriate because you accidentally sabotaged them before.

"Umm, please tell them that I'm glad I could do something good for them." You smiled at him, feeling a little bit flustered. Your interactions with Thoma have been very awkward lately; he's still against what you're doing with Ayato. "Thanks for everything, Thoma." 

He merely nods before watching you walk out of the estate, presumably going back home.

"I didn't know that she worked here." The retainer heard his lord's voice from behind him, making him turn around to face him. "I wish I had the chance to talk to her again." Thoma noticed how Ayato's blueish-purple eyes followed the trail you walked on, perhaps thinking about you as he did so.

This is why he thinks what you're doing is silly. One look at his lord and he sees the interest in you oozing from him, even at his current state.

"Well, technically, she doesn't work here. But she plays a very important role in the estate." Thoma clarified, making the periwinkle-haired man think.

"Oh, what do you mean by that, Thoma?" The Commissioner asked curiously.

"Well, though I do want to explain, I know it would be far better if she did so herself, my lord." He left it at that, not letting Ayato press further.

...

"Hi."

As you were fixing everything up at the front of the Kamisato Estate, you heard a familiar voice coming from behind you.

You turned around, your eyes meeting another pair that looked pleased to see you. "Y/N, I was hoping to see you again." Ayato said with a smile.

Your breath hitched, you instinctively walked a little away from him.

"Oh, no need to be nervous or anything. I mean, I know I'm kind of an important figure or something, but..." He cleared his throat, chuckling a little. "I hope that I don't scare you away."

You sighed, bowing your head. "Lord Kamisato, I'm just finishing up my work."

"No need for formalities, you can just call me Ayato. After all, I owe you my life." He stated, walking a bit closer to you. "Thank you again, I can't stress that enough."

You couldn't look up at his face, not up his smiling and gentle face, at least not while keeping yourself from bursting to tears, admitting that you're his wife and that you did something that made him resent you.

He looked at your timid form, your hands clasped together tightly. Perhaps he should do something to ease the tension you were feeling.

"Once again, you're welcome, my lord. I..." His ears perked, he heard you sniffle, and he could've sworn that your hand reached up to your face to wipe a tear away.

It's all too familiar for him for some reason.

He has no idea what is happening, yet the sight of the girl crying in front of him just makes him want to coddle her and make her feel better.

"I'm... g-gonna take my leave now." You quickly ran away from him, making Ayato look at your running figure in shock.

He truly did not expect you to be overwhelmed just by talking to him.

And he couldn't explain why, but something in him screamed to run after you and hug you and tell you that everything is okay and that he's sorry.

...Are you... her?

...

Everyday after that encounter, it seems that the periwinkle-haired man was always there by you're side, trying to initiate a conversation.

You've gotten better at containing yourself around him. But still, you'd rather him not be there, you'd rather not be on the brink of heart attack every minute of the day.

Once you realized that he was gonna try and talk to you everytime you go to the estate, you actively tried to spend as little amount of time as possible.

Thoma and Ayaka were not gonna let that happen though.

You were about to leave and take a few days off, but then Thoma approached you. "My lady, Lady Ayaka was hoping that you'd come in tomorrow and help her with the organization of the upcoming festival." He passed on your sister-in-law's message. "Since you've helped my lord with this business before, you might be a great help."

You honestly should have seen this coming. And even if they're making it seem like you had a choice, they knew you'd cave in, they knew you'd come tomorrow and try to help.

They most certainly planned to give Ayato the chance to work on the festival so that you help him with it instead of Ayaka when you came in the next day.

"So... this is my job."

You hated to admit that you were amused with Ayato's reactions to things he had to do.

"Yes, my lov- my lord." He cleared your throat immediately, hoping he didn't catch that mistake. You chastised yourself, for letting your guard down.

"What do we do first?" Though you found his excitement to work again and rediscover what he does for a living very cute and amusing, you stand stiff and focused.

He's not your husband.

You remind yourself constantly as you work on the task at hand.

The cycle continues though, Ayaka and Thoma will make sure that you have a reason to come back to the estate, basically setting Ayato up for at least an hour with you almost everyday.

And you could not even describe how tired you are, tired of constantly being on your guard, tired of pretending to not be his wife.

But this is for him, this is what he wants. He said so himself, you should always remember that.

...

He wants to take you out on a date.

Though Ayato had many conflicting feelings about his situation, and his lost memories, he thought that surely making some nice memories bow would do him some good.

Ayato finds that you are quite shy towards him, never meeting his eyes and always speaking to him in a low and mumbly voice.

He found your mannerisms cute too! Even when you don't look at him much, he often has his eyes on you, seeing how your eyes light up a bit when he says something funny or amusing.

Which is why he asked the help of his sister and his retainer to ask you out on a date around town.

"Y/N, may I talk to you, please?" You heard Ayaka's soft voice call out for you.

You walked up to her. "Umm... Anything I can for you?" Again, awkward interactions because she also doesn't approve of your actions.

"I was thinking, brother really wants to explore around the city, especially since the festival that you both planned starts tomorrow night." You already knew what she was gonna say next.

Thoma stood next to her, "I think my lord feels the most comfortable around you, so why not go with him tonight?"

You sighed, looking at them with a frown. "Guys, please... I-I know what you're doing. Thoma, you heard him! He wants nothing to do with me." Thoma looked at you disapprovingly.

"My lady, Lord Ayato loves you more than anything. Why hurt the both of you like this over things that were said out of angry?"

"Y/N... do you still love my brother?" Ayaka looked at you expectantly, her voice laced with doubt.

You looked at her in disbelief. "...I love him more than anything, words cannot explain just how much." You stated firmly, closing your eyes as a few tears fell from your eyes. "And I know he's better off without me."

Ayaka's hands closed into a fist, "I'm your family too! I love you too! You can't just leave us, not because of a stupid fight!" Tears of her own fell down her face, sobs escaping her mouth.

Thoma held her to make sure she didn't break down to the ground. You stood there in shock, before snapping out of it and cupping Ayaka's face.

"Oh, my dear, I'm sorry." You pulled her into a hug, and she immediately melted into you. "I won't completely vanish. I promise I'll still be here, even if I'm not your sister-in-law anymore." You felt her shake her head on your shoulder.

But she couldn't speak anymore, she merely hugged you and sobbed away. You couldn't help but cry along with her.

...

"Y/N!" You immediately wiped away your tears, hearing Ayato's voice call your name.

Ayaka left you and went back into the house half an hour ago, and you decided to stay for a bit and let some tears out before running off home.

His voice was friendly and cheery, "Thoma and Ayaka said that they talked to you about... Um, you know, tomorrow night..." He scratched the back of his head, acting a bit flustered. "It may seem lame to ask you out using my sister, hehe." He's completely unaware of what happened half an hour prior.

"So what do you say?" He looked at you expectantly.

He's not your husband.

Say no.

"I'll meet you at Uyuu Restaurant at seven."

You wanted to choke yourself to death for being a frustrating and stubborn little bitch.

...

The people of Inazuma aren't aware of what happened to the Yashiro Commissioner, the Kamisato Clan made sure no news ever got leaked. To the eyes of others, it may just look like the Lord of the Kamisato Clan and his wife going out for an evening together, but in reality, everything is just a complicated mess.

And you are extremely tired, so, to finally end everything and let Ayato go, you concocted a plan so that Ayato wouldn't ever want to be with you ever again.

You were gonna be the most infuriating date ever.

Showing up late and putting no effort to how you look, eating a lot, asking for many expensive things, judging his every move, things like that. That should be enough, right?

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No, it wasn't.

7:10 pm

You walked up to the table Ayato was sitting in. You were in your sleepwear, a purple matching cotton pajamas and top with your hair in a messy bun.

His eyes found yours and he immediately smiled. "You look really cute."

Your mouth dropped, seriously?!

7:20 pm

"I would like Sakura Tempura, a Sashimi Platter, an Egg Roll, and Dango, please!" You said to the waiter, looking at Ayato to see his reaction.

"Is that too much?" You asked him, hoping to provoke him a little.

"Not at all!" He stated with a smile, looking down on his menu. "Your orders are actually quite cheap. How about I order you some sake and more dessert as well?"

"No nee-" You couldn't stop him from ordering those for you too.

This isn't working.

8:00 pm

That festival mask was 10,000 mora. This may be too much, but you had to do something to salvage the plan.

"Ayato, look!" You exclaimed, setting his attention to the mask. It has many intricate designs, and a few gems stuck on it.

"Do you want it? I bet it would look very pretty on you."

'Ohhh... but the mask is really expensive...' You were feeling already feeling sorry.

"Y-Yeah..." You said quietly, but he heard it, taking out a bag of mora and approaching the merchant selling it.

You weren't paying attention, so when you felt him place the mask on your head, just above your face, your cheeks flushed.

"Just as I suspected, gorgeous..."

8:30 pm

This isn't working...

You've been walking and doing all kinds of things in the festival for a while, and the date is going so well. This wasn't supposed to happen!

You even tried being rude to him, saying how he walks too slow, his clothes are uneven, or he... you weren't really good at being rude.

"You walk too slow."

"I apologize if I'm bothering you. If you'll allow it, let me hold your hand so that we stay with each other's pace." You walked around the festival hand in hand for the rest of the date.

"Your clothes are uneven."

"Oh, I can't really see it. Can you fix the uneven part for me?" So then, you were stuck fixing the nonexistent uneven part of his clothes, holding the fabric.... just like when you would fix his clothes for him in the morning back then...

'No... stop that, please.'

Ayato's pleasant self negated every 'bad' thing you did.

He could only be more amused as he saw you very obviously thinking, perhaps of another 'insult' you could throw at him.

You were just too cute.

9:00 pm

He invites you to go to Amakumo Island with him as an ending to your date. Seems he got the whole night planned out... he does that a lot for your dates, which you do find amusing.

...Stop.

Of course, you could only agree, knowing that Thoma and Ayaka would light your butt on fire if you ever left Ayato on his own tonight (a part of your decision maybe because you wanted to spend more time with your husband, but you still didn't have a choice).

You sat at the peek of the small island, looking at the see that reflected the stars in the night. It's a beautiful night.

Ayato sighed, scooting a bit closer to you. When you looked at his face, you could see that it seems to display an expression of contentment.

He turns to look at you, making you immediately straightened your head, trying to make it look like you weren't looking at him just then.

It obviously didn't work as an amused chuckle left his lips.

He's not your husband.

But this is still very nice.

You felt his hand going on to hold yours, and you know that all you've been trying to do that night was get him to not like you, and you've honestly tried and failed to do so.

In that moment, you just gave in, finding it hard to move your hand away from his. You even assured him by lightly squeezing his hand.

This is the most relaxed you felt in weeks. If only things can stay this way.

...

...

"I'm really glad I met you, Y/N."

...

...

No, you couldn't hold it anymore.

Slowly, tears started going down your face. The more they fell, the less you could control yourself to stop crying. An overwhelming amount of emotions, blocked by a dam finally broke open, and you finally let it all out.

Ayato's expression changed, becoming shocked as you let out little sobs while trying to wipe your tears away. He saw you try to control your breathing, just like the girl in his dreams, he heard the little whimpers coming out of you, the same he heard from that girl.

You let his hand go, "I'm sorry..." You hiccuped, standing up and immediately running away from him.

"Y/N!"

"LEAVE ME ALONE, PLEASE!" You shouted at him.

"Sometimes, I wish I never met you."

Just like then, you ran back to your home, collapsing on the floor in a fit of whimpers and sobs.

"He's not my husband..." You repeated in your mind. That man you went on a date with wasn't your husband, your husband was the Ayato that said he wished he hadn't met you, that looked at you in anger and shame.

The Ayato you were just with was a person you met a few weeks ago after you saved him.

They aren't the same.

Your husband doesn't love you anymore. He wouldn't ever ask you on a date anymore. He wouldn't say he was happy that he met you.

"He's not my husband..." You did not believe in your own words.

Ayato walked alone through Chinju Forest with a solemn face. He kept thinking back to the look of your face and how you were trying desperately to calm yourself down.

He didn't like the look of your crying face, he could even sense the pain you were feeling as you let whimpers escape your shaking lips. The scene sent needles to his heart.

And just as he thought that it was the perfect date.

Did he do something to make you react that way?

As he was thinking, a glimmering object shone in the corner of his eye, immediately gaining his attention. Ayato looked around, before seeing something on the ground reflecting the glow of the moon.

Leaning down to pick it up, he saw a ring, and as he looked at it longer, he felt a raging headache attack his mind.

He groaned, it wasn't as if that was the only time he got headaches, they were quite frequent.

But he couldn't help but feel some sort of familiarity towards the ring, like he has seen it before.

The ring looked extremely special. He decided to bring it with him and hopefully Thoma might be able to help him find who the owner is.

But the number one thing in his mind right now is you.

He hopes that you're alright.

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Ayato head was already aching when he came home to a small box on his bed.

It looks like it has gone through some stuff, it has dents everywhere and it looked like it was thrown around.

Is it for him?

Since it was on his bed, he decides to opens it, finding a piece of paper inside along with an even smaller black box.

"Ayato, I really hope you like this gift! It might not make sense when you first open it, but I have a proper explaination about what it is. I'd like to explain you in person."

The bottom of the paper has the words "I love you," in it, as well as a "From your beloved wife, Y/N".

His breath hitched.

Within the black box, he saw a necklace with a charm of what he can assume to be a constellation.

Ayato took out the ring in his pocket, like his memory has been jogged.

You...

You were wearing a ring that looked like it paired with the ring in his hands now.

As Ayato was planning to hold your hand while you were looking away from him, he noticed a ring on your ring finger.

Perhaps it was just the right fit for that finger instead of your middle, that's why you were wearing it there.

The ring was beautiful though, something he would probably pick out for something special.

When he held your hand, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of your hands together, his eyes especially still focused on your ring.

Maybe you forgot, but you left your wedding ring on when you went out for your date.

"I'd like to explain to you in person."

He wasted no time in taking that offer.

Rushing out of the estate, Thoma immediately stepped in his way.

"My lord, you can't just leave! Especially by yourself. Remember what Lady Ayaka said to you." The blonde blocked his master's path, seeing the Yashiro Commissioner's hurried steps to the estate exit.

Thoma's eyes landed on the box within Ayato's hand, noticing the tight grip on the familiar cover.

Oh...

His green eyes then saw his Lady Ayaka, standing far behind her brother. His mouth parted in disbelief.

Has Ayaka taken matters into her own hands?

Without Ayato noticing, the two's eyes were locked, and then Ayaka gave their retainer a firm nod, signalling for Thoma to let her brother go.

"You don't understand, Thoma! I need to-" Ayato was just about to argue, but his words were cut short when the blonde just gave way for him.

"I understand more than you might think, my lord." Thoma sighs, crossing his arms. "Y/N, she... she lives in Konda Village."

Ayato was shocked to say the least, can Thoma really read him so easily?

His mind was filled with confusion, many unanswered questions. But one remained on top of his priority, and he needed to get to you now.

Without another word, he hurries off into the forest, on his way to the village you resided in. Despite the tiredness, he pushed on to go to you.

Yet Thoma's final words didn't escape his ears.

"You aren't the only one that needs to remember."

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Fatigue was spreading all over his body.

But he hoped that he can still make it to you.

He doesn't expect an explanation to be served up to him in a silver platter, given that everything after his accident seems to have been a mess.

He can't fully wrap his head around the situation.

If what he read was true and you're his wife....

If you're the mysterious girl that he was chasing in his dreams....

If you love him and he loves you...

Why would you do this to him?

**

"Don't go..." His voice was a little playful, but you could sense that there was some sincerity in his words.

You giggled as you packed your clothes for your business trip to Watatsumi Island. "Ayato..." You feel warmth spread through your chest as he hugged you from behind.

"This is my job, as a lady of your clan." His embrace only tightened, stopping your from packing your things. "It's only for two days, my dear."

"Two daysss..." He whined quite dramatically, placing his chin on your shoulder so that you could visibly see his pout. "Who I am suppose to cuddle during bedtime and kiss awake in the morning?"

You sighed in amusement, turning so that you're now facing him. "I promise that when I get back, you can have all the cuddles and kisses you want."

"I want a very exclusive week of you being with me at all times as well."

"Hmmm, why?"

"Because I'm gonna be very deprived in the next two days so you're gonna have to nurture me back to health afterwards." He argued like a child, very unlike him outside of the privacy of your bedroom. You liked having this side of him all to yourself.

"Alright, fine. Now sit down so I can pack properly without interruptions." You said jokingly, pushing him to sit on your bed.

You were able to get through a few more minutes of undisturbed packing, until...

"Don't goooo..."

**

"Don't go." He whispered into the air, his hurried steps turned to slow walking. This has always been the case since his accident, he gets very tired so much faster than before.

That... memory... that just played in his head...

Was it real?

You and "him"... looked so in love with each other.

**

"Have you ever thought about an heir?" You stopped in your tracks, hearing the voice of your husband's friend coming from the living room.

"Ahhh, I definitely have thought about it. But I will always consider what my wife wants with this subject." You hear your husbands voice after that.

Eavesdropping may not be very proper and polite, but you couldn't help it. Such a topic never even made it's way to your past conversations.

"Does your wife not want a child?"

You thought about it youself... it would be nice to have a little family with Ayato, with a cute little baby boy or girl to share your love for.

"I honestly don't know, never talked to her about it."

...

When Ayato went into your room for the night, you looked at him intently, much to his surprise.

"Is there something on my face, darling?" He asked, as your gaze never faltered.

You shook your head, then he merely shrugged off and went through his nighttime routine.

Still, his curiousity peaked when he went to lay down with you and you remained looking at him the same way.

"Umm, darling-"

"Yes, I do want a family with you."

Despite his cool and dignified self, Ayato couldn't hide his surprise at your sudden statement. Looking at his expression, you sighed, before doing what was the only thing that could make your husband even more at a lost for words.

You straddled him, sitting on his lap.

"Is... is that okay?" You asked when he didn't give a respond to your statement.

"Yes... please." You couldn't help but giggle, as your sly husband was at a lost for words.

"I would love to have a family with you."

Ayato's head started spinning.

His vision was getting blurry.

He was going to collapse.

Happy...

He looked so happy with you.

Even then, even now, he's happy... with you.

He just doesn't understand why... why you lied to him.

And as he fell on his knees from sheer exhaustion, his memory further gave answers.

"All of this happened because of a stupid fucking package, huh?" You flinched a bit when he cursed, feeling even more pathetic than you were a few minutes ago. It's even worse because it's true, all this did happened because of your package.

"I... I didn't k-know-" Your voice was soft and gentle, yet still full of shame. You sat on the couch with your head hung low.

"What is so fucking important that you had to ruin so much of our work?!" You couldn't answer, you just kept quiet, because to be honest, it wasn't anything important, and you were stupid for ordering it in the first place.

Your husband wiped his face with his hand in frustration, mumbling a bunch of other curse words. You stood up, walking closer to him and reaching your hand out to comfort him.

His hand caught yours, his eyes had finally bore into yours. His teeth almost seem to grind against each other, "You know... sometimes, I just wish...."

"Sometimes I wish I never met you."

All the blurry visions he has seen in his dream, suddenly they become clear.

He held the box tight, as he felt the most painful headache starting to form.

Tears filled his eyes.

He could no longer walk, but he saw... people, they were hurriedly walking to him, and he can faintly hear their worried murmurs.

Those words "he" said, he wishes to take them back down his throat, he wishes to delete the entire scene from existence.

Yet there was nothing he could do but cling on to the memory his brain had for him next.

"Excuse me, sir." He looked up, seeing a girl smile brightly at him, her umbrella covering the rain falling from the sky.

Ayato sat below a tree that barely covered him from the rain before, but he figured that it was better than getting completely soaked. So he was planning to stay there to wait the rain out.

"I noticed that you're kinda stranded here." The girl snickered a little, covering her mouth as she laughed.

Cute. He thought, her smile influenced his lips to do the same.

"Yes, I am quite in a predicament." She offered her hand to him, pulling him up to his feet. "Thank you very much, my lady." He flashed her a calm smile along with his thanks.

"Where are you going anyway? Perhaps I can accompany you so that you don't have to wait for the weather to calm?"

He was about to go back home, but it was still quite a long way away... he decided to take a chance.

"I was about to go for a meal. Though, I find it lonely to be alone during one. So... if you have nothing else to do, perhaps I can treat you to a meal." The girl looked up at him wide-eyed, not expecting to receive such an offer. "As a thank you, miss..." He indirectly asked for the girl's name.

"Y/N." You smiled brightly at him, the scene immediately lifted his mood even more. "And I would love to join you for a meal, sir..."

"Ayato, Kamisato Ayato." You almost let go of the umbrella, but he was quick to catch on, holding your hand that was holding the umbrella steady.

A pink tint exposed themselves on your cheeks, another thing he found cute about you, among many things. "The Yashiro Commissioner?" You questioned, avoiding his gaze.

"Hmm, how about we go to Uyuu Restaurant?" He didn't answer your question, but you were certain that it was him.

Fully letting go of the umbrella, you let him take the lead as you head into the city.

"I was quite enjoying holding your hand." You turned your gaze to him, shocked at his forward comment. His smile was still there on his face, if anything, it turned kind of sly.

Not knowing how to react, you stupidly offered your hand to him. "Umm, okay..." You wanted to immediately slap yourself, yet due to nervousness, your hand remained up for the offer.

'Go down, hand! How can he even hold it when he's holding the umbrella?!' You screamed in your head.

As if listening to your thoughts, the rain came to an immediate stop. And as the man behind you noticed, he closed the umbrella, humming as if he was pleased.

When he was done, he carried it with his other hand, leaving the hand close to yours free to hold.

Ayato slipped his hand into yours. "I appreciate your kindness, my lady."

You smiled, though quite nervous... almost in like a giddy way.

You didn't look at him, hoping he doesn't notice how your hand is shaking. You merely looked up to the stars.

A constellation stuck to your memory.

Ayato sat on the grass, his mind heavy as he held the box with one hand and his head the other.

Despite the unbearable pain... remembering you was nice. So he smiled as tears fell from his eyes.

He doesn't want to forget.

"Look, it's the Yashiro Commissioner!" A worried exclaim, one he could barely hear made him look up to see a bunch of people running to his aid.

"Please, inform Lady Kamisato about the situation." The words he heard last as he fell unconscious.

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Here's Part 3

This is really long because the first one was really short hehe. I really hope you liked it. And yes, I am really sorry for updating so late, and just not uploading in general. :((

I am now very busy, but I try. I love writing despite it taking over my sleep schedule and if only I was faster and more creative, I would have a lot for you guys.

See you when I see you ^-^

Might take months to post again ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙

[the-travelling-witch]

[re: @zhongrin’s ebg- the aftermath]

“So, you’re off to Fontaine now, huh?” Holly asked, dabbing a cotton ball drenched in a healing potion over a cut below Childe’s eye before moving on to extract crystal fragments from a wound on his shoulder. “Here I was, hoping to spend a little more time with my husband, now that I have him back.”

“You could just come with me. I heard Fontaine’s a nice couple spot, the city of love some call it.” The ginger winked at her and grinned as best as he could with the cut on his lip. “I’m not going to pass on an opportunity to whisk you away and have you allll to myself, you know.”

“Have you already forgotten that you’re supposed to be working while you’re there? I don’t feel like getting involved in any Fatui business.” A few beats of silence. “But perhaps I could drop by for a little while… So don’t go off doing anything stupid, I don’t feel like bailing you out of jail.”

“Yes, ma’am!” He saluted with a boyish grin lighting up his face. Then, the couple fell into silence again. Studying his wife for a while, he finally prodded. “What’s on your mind? And don’t say nothing, I know you better than that, you have that pensive look on your face.”

“It’s just, that kid…” The witch sighed. “I hope they can find their own happiness some day… You know, Mondstadt is pretty scenic around the Weinlese Festival and perhaps a little bit of freedom could help guide them…”

“I thought you said you wouldn’t adopt them,” Childe chuckled, not surprised at all by this side of her.

“I’m not adopting them!” Holly shook her head. “I think being concerned is natural considering the circumstances. You should know best.”

“I know, I know,” he said soothingly, circling an arm around the blonde’s waist and pressing a sweet kiss against her temple. “It’ll be alright, I promise.”

“If you say so, then I’ll trust you on this.”

“Hmm, I’m so lucky to have such a kind and caring wife,” Childe hummed, his ocean blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “Maybe we should try for a family after all before I leave~”

“AJAX!!”

[wishhero]

     that would explain then, there was so much he didn't know about, and how interesting it was for him to learn how she was able to perform a burial service at such a young age. siyang nodded his head, a rite of passage made sense, everyone had to start somewhere after all. "that's amazing," his eyes lit up, "how did you do?" did she mess up her first service? or do perfectly well? he was curious to know.

there was a moment of silence, the end of a life was always sad. many cried and there were others who didn't, but it didn't mean they didn't mourn, everyone had their own way of dealing with it. it was the same for him when his grandparents died years ago, he didn't go to the service though, it made him sad during that time. "you're right, everyone goes through with loss differently. although i'm sure for the spirits, it's different for them."

he felt eased out of this fear, the stories he was always told as a child. plus, it felt rather nice to have someone to talk to close to his age, even if he wasn't sure if they had many in common. "so…do people assume you're a teenager or something?" he could see it, yet for the blond actor, he didn't see her like that - director hu is an adult, perhaps it was just this air and maturity she had to herself.

having some childish antics here and there was still okay, even adults could feel like kids. his head nodding, though the two of them could be able to fight all these monsters, but initiating a fight wasn't always a good thing. a light-hearted chuckle emitted from his lips "you're right, i was merely joking director hu. its best we only fight back if any come seeking us out."

plus he wasn't sure if he wanted to take on the fatui, he couldn't tell if they were strong or not, he heard a few things, but yeah, best not to. thinking it was perhaps better to change it about what they both liked. "well…yeah," he laughed, he didn't mind if she was a fan of his work, he loved to meet his fans after all!

siyang laughed sheepishly, he felt somewhat flustered from this praise, he loved it and yet, he always felt like this. "thank you, i always do my best to make each character realistic as possible." a polite bow following, he wouldn't be able to do such a wonderful job if he didn't give it his all.

"well, i was always taught to be kind to others, plus…i don't have it in me to be mean to others." it was just how he was, his head nodding, wanting to listen to her poetry one day, "am i able to hear one soon?" everything about the arts fascinated him, while he couldn't do it all, he loved to hear others and watch others shine.

following behind, he made sure to stay close while observing his surroundings. he heard sounds here and there and tried to not react to them, they'd be in the play too, his character was someone who was brave and used to it. "well, the deceased wife of the detective was a simple tea merchant. she made and sold her own tea, yet her ghost only gives him cryptic clues like visions in his sleep, certain music that plays while he's in the area or even messages that only he can see."

it is rather interesting of a plot, "and the assistance from another ghost is his friend, most think this detective is weird since he 'talks to himself' without realising its the ghosts he's talking to."

Hu Tao hummed to herself. It was a simple question. For the most part. And yet forming an answer tugged at something in her. For a moment she gazed at the few will-o-wisps nearby, before she turned her attention back to Siyang. "I can't lie and say that it wasn't. The last director specifically asked that I perform his burial service. I suppose as a rite of passage, y'know?" Another pause. It wasn't often she was asked this question directly. Often it came in the form of whispered rumors.

"The end of a life is always going to be sad. But there are a lot of other emotions that cannot be ignored either. I believe a lot of it depends on context."

She couldn't help but chuckle some at Siyang's honest mistake when it came to her age. Then again she was showing the side of herself not most got to see.

"Don't worry. I mean it did take me by surprise. It's not often that I'm assumed to be older. Instead its quite the opposite," she replied in a bemused tone recalling just how her clients referred to her business tactics as being rather immature.

"B..beat them up??" the mortician choked out a small laugh. Oh wait. Were they serious? It wasn't like she couldn't stand her own ground. Along with being a spiritual guide it was her job to guard the border of life and death after all. "Aiyaaa...I'm not really one to offensively start a fight, my dear client. However, it is good to be on our toes. After all, even the Fatui have been known to scout these parts. Trust me..I know" she added with an exasperated sigh.

She was glad the topic was brought back to the performing arts again. Creative expression was a good form of escapism. "Is it that obvious that I am a fan or your work?" she teased. How could she not support someone in the arts.

"Not just the plays you put on..but all those other performances as well~"

"It's always good to research a role. I often do the same when I'm looking to inspiration to write my poetry. Who knows. Perhaps this latest play could be just that for the next verse or two," Hu Tao remarked with a grin.

"Your kindness is quite a pleasant rarity to come by." she added with a soften expression.

With that she begin to lead Siyang to the next location. The abandoned village that she had mentioned. A few embered crystal flies flew a head of them as if they were lighting a makeshift path through the eternally darkened woods. The sounds of those 'enemies' could be heard nearby, though at the same time kept their distance. There was always a sense of being watched when anyone traveled across Wuwang Hill. No matter how brave, it was always a gamble.

"Tell me," Hu Tao asked as they continued their walk. "What sort of life did the spirit of this play lead before their untimely end?"

[reilliane]

Intoxicate ★ Diluc

— ★ Scry: Lunar Umbra + Diluc + Reader's Prompt (Arranged Marriage) — ★ Genre: Romance + Angst — ★ Concept: Chained in a marriage devoid of love and acceptance, things change when someone begins to be intoxicated with love. — ★ Words: 2.7k A/N: This was changed from Ecliptic to Lunar at the last second because I realized there's absolutely no fluff at all-hfahwufhauilg

The arrangement is an obvious last resort for the [Surname]s, what with the decline of their prestige that mirrors the olden downfall of the Lawrences.

They haven’t been involved in any corruption, no.

Far worse. Far, far worse.

The head of the clan had been in league with the Fatui outside Mondstadt, keeping a lovely façade with the diplomats within the city, yet doing good for nothing deeds with the military that only resulted in countless casualties.

If not for the last wish of his father, Diluc would’ve burned down the arrangement itself, waging a silent war against the [Surname]s for all that they’ve done.

But he honors the wish, even if it remains against his personal wishes.

[Surname] [Name] is to be his wife.

No one in Mondstadt believes it to be true; the beaute from the clan of unlawful evil is to be married to the one and only Ragnvindr.

But all their doubts disperse when they come to descry the golden ring on the latter’s finger whenever he enters the city.

Indeed, they’re a beautiful couple to see, but they know one thing for certain when they notice the obvious disinterest in both their eyes.

It’s nothing more but a marriage of mercy, not of love.

Absolute is the cognizance of many when it comes to knowing the last Ragnvindr’s hatred towards the Fatui. So, when news of [Name] is to be his wife, confusion arose.

When they see the pair ambling about, the people are uncertain as to whether who is the most unfortunate one.

The lady whose clan was ascertained to be in cohorts with the Snezhnayan military force—and thus fell from grace and respect, or the man whose loss of his life’s colors was done by no other than the Fatui.

And, in honoring the wish of his father, had to take in an ostracized woman who was determined to have worked with the organization he’s fighting against.

It’s an unfortunate tale and relationship, through and through.

But it doesn’t stop there… oh, it doesn’t.

Those tending to the manor know very well, the arguments within those wooden walls. It’s an infrequent event, actually, the disagreements between the married couple, but when it does come around… it’s as blazing as ever.

The head maid Adelinde realizes that this particular one, however, in the dead of night, just as everyone is about to retire to their own lodgings—it isn’t as heated as previous quarrels.

It’s more… how can she put it, solemn. As if it is a dispute between two stranger-turned friends.

If one questions her opinion about this marriage, she’ll say it’s a tragedy. After all, her master’s relationship with the lady ran far deeper than the people knew.

Heaving a sigh, the blonde maid makes her way down the stairs and towards the exit, letting the muffled voices disappear in the back of her mind as she shuts the doors.

The candlelight barely flickers, its flame gentle in comparison to the scalding heat in the crimson-haired man’s stare.

His place by the window, his back against you, is almost intimidating.

You can feel his displeasure spiking the moment he welcomed you into the room.

Well, ‘welcomed’ is a bit of a stretch, it’s easy to say that he only let you in because you’d bug him some other day about it if he didn’t.

Feeling peculiarly safe with the wooden desk situated between you and the man—acting like some barrier—you bite your lips, mustering the courage you’ve lost the moment you learned of your family’s incredulous secret.

“Diluc, I know you’re more than upset with this, and I apologize—but-“

“If you know of my sentiments then you have no need to bother telling me about it,” he cuts you off with a voice as passive as possible, but the window reflects the annoyance in his features.

“Be grateful that I have taken you in… despite the fact that you are a part of them.”

He grips his forearms tighter in its crossed position, the furrowing of his brows seen in the dimly lit reflection as he continues, “It’s by the wish of my late father and by mercy alone that I argued with Acting Grand Master to have you with me than be exiled.”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. Is he saying this for real? And here you thought that—he’d have at least done it out of the goodness of his own heart.

Oh, you shouldn’t have hoped for something impossible.

Threading fingers through your hair and placing a hand on your hip, you pause, attempting to process all that he said. Unbelievable.

“You think I wanted this?”

“Be more specific, what is ‘this’? To be caught? For your right to love someone else be stripped away? Or to have fallen from your little throne?”

By now, Diluc has turned away from the window, opting to rest his hands on the table and look at you head-on. His handsome face lacks the smile that was last seen a decade ago.

The manner in how he delivers his questions is eloquent, the gruff in his voice intoxicated with poison.

If words could injure, you’ll be bleeding out by now.

“I’m talking about you!” you slam on your hands on the desk, mirroring his stance with disbelief and disappointment the most prominent emotions leaking from your voice.

“I thought you knew me better, Diluc. I thought that, out of everyone else, you would know that I have done nothing with the Fatui.”

But you’ve hoped for something that cannot come true. To start with, hoping for him to understand your situation is a lost cause. Not when the Fatui is roped into it.

Yet, you clung unto that small belief, to no avail.

As you plummet from a place you thoroughly thought was there out of your ancestor’s goodness, there is no one to cushion your fall when you realize that your family had assumed that place solely through wicked methods.

Or perhaps, once upon a time, the family was good but had lost their way.

The [Surname]s are far worse than the Lawrences in terms of deception, or so some of the folks in Mondstadt whisper.

I have nothing to do with this, you plea inwardly, and you speak nothing but the truth. I’m innocent.

Yet no one will believe you.

“All the guilty speak of the same thing…” Diluc mutters, fostering an even harsher glare as if he’s enraged that you decided to reason that mid-argument, “My affiliation with you in the past.. it has nothing to do with your circumstance now.”

That being the bittersweet story of how you’ve been friends with him—and his brother, and even Jean, as well another—until he left Mondstadt and his future as a Favonius Knight.

Leaving it to bite the dust.

When he came back, he’s no longer the boy you knew—this argument with him just solidifies that further. You feel defeated. Lost.

And there’s nothing more to salvage than broken dreams and fractured pasts.

What you harbored before as a silly crush that bloomed into something more, is now withering helplessly.

“… You’ve changed, Diluc.”

His burning desire to see the Fatui scum be eaten by the flames that consumed his woeful, mourning heart is too wild to subdue. Too strong to overpower.

And he’ll pause that hatred for nothing and no one.

Even if it means severing the last of his already flimsy ties with you.

Something falters in his gaze at your response, reticent of defeat. Or perhaps it’s just your eyes playing tricks again, nonetheless, it is a certitude.

The gold ring on your finger—one you’ve dreamed of when you were a child—has zero value. Although rings are meant to symbolize an eternity together with him, in truth, you are alone.

“So have you.”

“No,” you laugh humorlessly, caressing the cold metal of the worthless circle as you turn your back on him. Once and for all.

“I haven’t… not at all.”

Arguments are nonexistent after that night, and along with it, died the suffocating atmosphere. There is simply the bitter acceptance of things.

And no one is against it.

If anything, it has actually gotten peaceful in the manor. There is little—almost none, to be honest—interaction, no trivial small talk, and zero greetings.

Other than the maids and servants occupying the place, it feels like living with a ghost.

And to Diluc, it’s not a problem at all.

He resumes his days working about, trying to uncover schemes of that infuriating organization, governing Mondstadt in the evening, and going about the winery.

Rarely is he ever in the manor, which he’s thankful of.

The only times he gets to see [Name] is when he dines with her in the morning, out of the respect he has left. Yet even then, only the clinking of silverware can ever be heard in the dining hall.

Returning by midnight, he will see his wife—by mere papers and words—sitting by the fireplace, a wineglass in hand. He will divert his eyes in mild choler, the smell of finely brewed wine giving him a headache.

He will later notice that [Name] is always drinking the night away with a bottle of wine around a few months later, when he catches her staring at the flames as if she’s trying to lose herself in the past.

“I pay for it, don’t worry.” He doesn’t miss the dead tone of her delivery as she takes another sip, heaving a sigh afterward.

It’s the first thing he’s heard from her in a long time, and he huffs. “It doesn’t matter.”

Seeing her outside is just as rare, but when he does, Diluc does not approach—nor does the woman.

He thinks [Name] is wallowing in guilt following the aftermath of her family’s downfall, for until now he is unable to see the light in her eyes.

It disappeared after their last argument.

He also notes how few of Mondstadt’s folks are welcoming of the unexiled [Surname], for obvious reasons.

The city visibly dims whenever the latter comes to visit, but by the looks of it, the lady is far from being bothered.

Or at least he thought. But he wouldn’t know that yet.

Perhaps if he stuck around further, he’ll see the faintest crack in the façade [Name] has tried her utmost hardest to build. But he doesn’t.

Not until he comes home to the same scene he’s been a witness to for the past several months, almost a year. At first, he pays no mind to it, because what else is new?

But then he hears the faintest of sniffles and a held back sob—and he just pauses.

Weeping? Initially, he tells himself that he shouldn’t bother. Maybe she didn’t hear him enter. But he remains glued to the floor.

“I waited for you… for so long,” the bottle of wine clinks against the tableside, “Trusted you… but I was wrong.”

They both always kept to themselves, not once invading each other’s privacy, so staying for longer scalds his throat and sense of moral.

As discreetly and silent as possible, he moves to the staircase, trying not to listen to the girl’s musings.

Yet he isn’t swift enough.

“Perhaps if I hadn’t been too ambitious, too hopeful, then maybe I wouldn’t be suffering like a pathetic person.”

Or maybe she’s always known that he’s there.

“But the heart strays… it loves and it hurts…”

Because when he’s reached the upper floor and catches sight of the lower level, he finds [Name] looking at him.

Her whisper—it’s raw of emotions that are too plenty to tell at once, but with a simple look in those [c] eyes, he can decipher one.

“Doesn’t it, Diluc?”

Anguish. Yearning over something unobtainable. It’s the message of defeat and surrender in her stare. It’s puissant.

[Name] breaks the eye contact as nonchalantly as ever, returning to the silent shell she had been, drinking and losing herself in the intoxicating wine that dulls the pain, he assumes.

Bewildered, the Ragnvindr retreats to his room and tries to get a wink of sleep, but slumber evades him like a slithering snake.

Instead, that night is sealed with nothing but recollections of what he’s heard, along with the past he has shared with her. A past that he has buried and severed.

The morning after, Diluc finds her as he’s walking to Mondstadt, by the grasses with wind wheel asters. Flowers that the lady is currently caressing, raising it to allow the wind to spin its petals.

“Diluc?” the voice breezes, childlike and mirthful, and—

For a second, his sight is showing him something different; it shows him a child with [c] hair and [c] eyes, the smile on her face as large as it could be, beckoning him over with another call of his name.

But then the wind blows a harsher breeze and he’s blinking—then the spectacle in front of him has moved back to the present.

Diluc sees the same lady, refined by the years, clutching the same wind wheel asters she’d weave into crowns. She called his name in wonder, not excitement.

And there is no smile on her visage.

He lowers his head, walking back on track without so much as a response, endeavoring to bury the prickling recollection of long ago.

That night, he comes home, again, to a scene he’s used to. Only, [Name] is not drinking wine, nor is she weeping. She’s asleep on the loveseat, but she appears to be squirming.

She could’ve gone to her quarters, he mulls, walking closer, only to find out that the lady is fidgeting in place because of a nightmare.

Her arms are clasped around her body like she’s trying to protect herself from something, and she shivers.

As if it’s inherent to him, he sets his eyes on the fireplace. The flames have gone down.

“… You’ve always hated the cold,” Diluc mutters, catching the subconscious frown and tiny whimper that rakes through the woman as she sleeps.

Biting the inside of his cheeks, he leaves, thinking nothing—but amid the feeblest of whispers, he hears his name being called.

A stray tear runs down [Name]’s cheeks and, when Diluc reproaches to see if she indeed called for him and has awakened, he notices something on the table. It isn’t the usual bottle of wine and glass.

Atop is none other than a crown of wind wheel asters.

[Name] will awaken the next day with a blanket over her, and a small smile on her face. A smile rarely seen by those in the manor.

And one that will everyone in Dawn Winery will speak over in bewildered gossips and excited musings. Such, of course, doesn’t fly by the ears and eyes of the Ragnvindr himself.

He notices the mornings when they will dine together, from the end of the table, he’ll see the light in her eyes has returned.

For some reason, witnessing it lightens the weight in his chest.

Whenever he’ll work in the manor with paperwork, he’ll hear her humming a tune or two and he finds it pleasant to listen to.

There are times when Adelinde or Connor will inform him of his wife’s returning charisma, seen in the smile on her face and the bounce following her steps. It feels like she has been revived.

And although they haven’t gone back to occasional speaking terms, he’ll feel at ease, and his chest will flutter.

Perhaps, maybe, [Name] knows that he’s been the one personally replacing the vase of flowers in her room?

That he’s the one who has been secretly restocking the wine rack with her favorites?

Maybe… just maybe, it’s because of him?

Maybe… not.

For when he comes back from Mondstadt, earlier than usual, at the time of twilight, with freshly plucked wind wheel asters, he sees someone he does not expect to see.

[Name] is smiling, bright and sweeter than usual, a sight no one has seen after the exile of the [Surname]s. And she’s speaking to-

“I can’t believe you’re here, Thoma. It’s been so long! I got your letters.”

Their friend who came to move to Inazuma a long, long time ago. And just like him, Thoma has brought along a lovely bouquet of wind wheel asters.

He’s always been such a bright man, with an equally bright smile—that when he asks,

“Will you come to Inazuma with me, [Name]?”

Diluc can’t help but stagger to the corner, in the shadows cast by the setting sun, and drop the measly plucked flowers. Letting the wind carry it away.

As it does with his heavy heart.

Silently, the crimson-haired man sighs to himself.

He detests it, but doesn't wine dull the pain away?

a/n: thoma being mr. steal yo wife -/SLAPPED. he doesn't know, he really doesn't- in truth, this ending is quite ambiguous. it's open-ended, i didn't write in whether MC accepted it or not so~ the ending is up to you, dears!

WELL NEVERMIND, HERE'S THE THOMA ENDING-

shucking diluc being stubborn just won't-GAAAAHHHH-

@cherryflushz @e7t3 @scarlet-halos @lordbugs @nebulaera @koi-chairowo

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

[jade-parcels]

Hi Hi, i love your writing so much...its so good and makes me feel fluffy inside🥺

So recently I've been having a big thing on Diluc being a dad of a red head daughter (it could be the reader) so could i wanna request a little story with how he'd be with a daughter from baby to about 4 years old? It can be headcannons or whatever you are comfy with...just really fluffy and cute u know?

Thanks in advance♥

I hope you don’t mind if the daughter is a baby here <3

She looks just like me...

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Diluc was aware that his daughter had red hair, she was born that way. She screamed her little head off, waving her small arms in the air as her mother held her for the first time. Diluc remembers leaning over her shoulder to look down at his newborn baby girl, unable to hold back his tears of joy any longer when he noticed the red fuzz on her head.

Ragnvindr genes are strong. Diluc, his father, his grandfather and so on all have red hair, it’s just the way their gene pool works. Their genes overpower everyone else’s, it doesn’t matter if the mother is blonde, blue haired, black haired, their babies always have red hair. It doesn’t matter, Diluc was still shocked to see his beautiful baby with such bright hair right after being born.

For the first two weeks after her birth, Diluc tended to keep his distance. He feared that the baby would hate him. He smelled like fire and smoke, his hands were sweaty and his hair was always frizzy. The last thing he wanted was to give his daughter a bad first impression of him.

But now, months later, he’s gotten used to her and she’s come to love him too. Of course, she still prefers her mother over him but she won’t burst into tears when he picks her up.

Now he’s alone with the baby for the afternoon while his darling wife is out with friends. She deserves to get out of the house! Diluc is more than happy to watch the baby for the day. He has the maids do the laundry, wash the sheets and start on dinner so by the time she gets back, everything will be perfect.

Diluc is snapped out of his train of thought as a chubby hand rests itself on his face. He smiles and presses a kiss to his daughters cheek, laughing as she giggles. He looks at her with love and adoration. She has her mother’s eyes and his head of frizzy, red hair. There are a couple of paintings of Diluc as a baby though they’re stored away now to make from for paintings of his family. He can’t believe how much she looks like him

“You’re going to grow up to be a strong young woman, I know it” he tells her, bouncing her up and down in his arms, turning to block the sunlight from her face “You’ll probably grow taller than your mother too...Then what will we do with you?” Diluc huffs a laugh, earning another giggle from the baby

“My father always said that to me, you know. ‘Son, one day you’ll outgrow your mother. Then what are we going to do?’ Heh...yeah, he would say that all the time. If he had been around a bit longer, he would have gotten to see me outgrow him too” talking about his father stung...But when he got to talk about the good times he had with him, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world

“Your grandpa would have loved you...He would have had fifty of paintings commissioned, tons of little dresses made for you, more than you’d ever be able to wear before outgrowing them” he ran his fingers through her fine, red hair. Her little hand came up to grasp his finger, pulling his hand down to try to bite his hand “Hey- no no don’t do that”

Diluc shifted her in his arms, crossing the room to head down the grand staircase and out to the vineyard. After a bit of walking, he found a nice spot in the grass for the two of them to sit together where they could watch the water

“I got to grow up here...I ran around here through the grape vines, I splashed in this river with my brother. I hope I can give you the best life I can...I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you are safe and loved” Of course his daughter doesn’t understand, she grins up at him and waves her little hands around. She’s so full of innocent joy. She loves the grass, the maids, the birds, the rain. Diluc will do everything he can to protect her, to let her have a joyful childhood.

Soon he will retire from his duties as the Dark Knight Hero. He’ll put away his claymore and become the businessman he was always destined to be. He’ll run the winery and the Angel’s Share without any funny business, no more hunting the Fatui or Abyss mages. He has a family now, he can’t afford to be reckless with his life anymore. He has to be here for all of these little milestones in his daughters life, to see her grow into a brilliant young woman

“I love you, sweetheart. I’ll always be here for you” he promises, smiling down at her again. The touching moment is quickly ruined as she tries to eat a beetle from the grass “No! Give me that!”

[hiveswap]

the build up to the wolf boss is like ooh theres this old wolf spirit whos weakened now u wanna fight him ? haha thanks for entertaining that old man. and then he fucking punts you into the sun and laughs at you

the build up to childe is like hes the antichrist hell burn your crops hell fuck your wife hes with the fatui hes evil and fucked up he will awaken gods just for his adrenaline fetish he'll fuck you up and then he dies to some short blonde who thinks shes a princess from a shadow realm and does like 50 damage per arrow

Oh Childe is suuch a fucking loser i love him dearly. I watched my friend play his story quest once (i havent started it yet) and he's just. Aaa.

Also If you want equal buildup and difficulty then youre going to love the chasm. You better watch out in the chasm because youre gonna get fucked up. Emotionally and in-game. You can't avoid either.

[noctis-noctua]

I, Kaeya Alberich, Take Thee

Pairing: Kaeya x Fem. Reader

Count: 1976

Description: Kaeya knows that be does not deserve anything he desires. There is nothing he can do to make you his, but so badly does he wish there was.

Content: Unrequited love, angst, bittersweet ending, marriage.

Warnings: Slight spoiler for Kaeya's backstory but an addition of (non-canon!) Prince Kaeya.

In another universe, maybe I am not cursed so by the Gods. Kaeya resists the urge to nibble on the tail-end of his quill. It was unbecoming for a man of his stature to succumb to unsanitary habits. Plus, this particular pen hailed from a crow’s feather, hunted by the hands of a childhood friend. The intricate quill had not been put to use for a substantial amount of time, but it fits into Kaeya’s hand as if it came to shape its spine based on the curvature of his own grasp. He could get used to signing off documents and organizing civil affairs if it meant succumbing to such mundane sensations. The morning sun dripping onto his mahogany desks and floors, a faint scratch of keratin against ivory paper filling the empty space… It has been a long time since he’s made the decision to take over petty bureau duties. Today is a special day. Kaeya needs to focus on the satisfying echoes of paper and pen, on the sunlight heating his back, or he might just go insane.

    The clamor of bells tugs Kaeya from his mechanical performance. Each ring is a song of desperation, a performance begging for his attention. Come out and celebrate! Indulge in the pain. He is not a man that falls prey to anger, but he cannot help that frustrated itch in his stomach as he hears the iron reverberating. Please just be quiet, Kaeya thinks. Let me forget. The hesitant croak of his door alerts Kaeya to the presence of the Acting Grand Master. She dons an outfit unique from her usual uniform - a cream-colored dress, embroidered by floral lace, a single azure ribbon tying at the waist. So even the straight-edged Jean has taken time off today? 

    “Kaeya, you can’t make these excuses forever.” He knows from how Jean closes the door with unperturbed silence that this is not a conversation regarding hilichurl nests or Fatui diplomats. He can tell from the way Jean drops the mature title of ‘Sir’ in favor of his childhood nickname, that it is a conversation Jean feels must be approached with gentleness as if Kaeya is a stray cat that claws at feeding hands. The Grand Master releases a heaved exhale because both of them dread this discussion as much as the other. There is an inherent wrong in seeing Kaeya distressed. He may not be shedding tears in solitude or resigning himself to the dormitories, but he is hiding, and that is enough for Jean to observe that he is not functioning as normal.

    “Please, come for a little while. I know it’s not… something you want to see, but he’s your brother. Offer a small congratulations at the least.” Her heels tap on the polished hardwood.

    “I was planning on coming by later this evening.  Tell them I’m sorry for not being able to attend the main event. How could I? Just look at all this paperwork.” Kaeya’s signature chuckle follows, putting up a front of careless flirtation. It is not uncommon for Jean to rope the Cavalry Captain into his desk chair. Lord knows he’d never do it otherwise… yet now he claims servitude to the dulling labor. How ironic. 

    “I’ll tell them of your apologies… but both of us know that paperwork isn’t the reason you can’t make it.” Jean turns around, blonde hair trailing in the breeze left behind before Kaeya can quip up a rebuttal. She’s right. Jean is always right. The papers piling on his desk are from the drawers of his subordinates, filed away to be completed in another five months' time. There is no reason they had to be done today. He is hiding. He is a coward and a pathetic one at that. The thought alone provokes Kaeya to tug on his studded gloves and push out his chair. His sights are set on leaving because to be seen as a frail child is to fail at the sole thing he succeeds at. Being the chivalrous Cavalry Captain renowned for his beauty and failsafe charm is the one thing he cannot lose because he cannot let Mondstadt see how fragile he is behind the visage. 

    Mondstadt’s avenues are bustling. Oak tables identical to the ones across local taverns have been dressed in linen tablecloths and topped with miniature feasts. Children run between tables, tugging at each other’s shirts in a feisty game of tag as festive music tempts the adults to a dance. The tell-tale strums of Mondstadt’s No. 1 Bard’s lyre lead the crowds to the statue of Barbatos. Behind it, trails of petals line the paths leading to the limestone Cathedral. Couples, singles, and families alike make haste to enter through the carved doors. No one wants to miss this. Kaeya tugs on the collar of his fur coat, gazing at the entry before him. He can hear the music of an organ, romantic and rich, ricocheting from inside. 

    He steps into the Cathedral. The ceremony has yet to start and the pews continue to fill. Citizens scoot as close as possible to allow for more onlookers to take a seat. He finds a spot next to Huffman and a few other Knights, squished on the outer edge. It is three benches from the front. Too close for Kaeya to be comfortable. The croaking benches have long since met their capacity by now. Not a soul is missing, Kaeya reckons. Diluc Ragnvindr, the wine Tycoon, Mondstadt’s famous magnate, is marrying after all. It is no small occasion. Diluc’s brazen hair is a torch amidst fog, its perk hue garnering the eyes of all in the Cathedral. He is dressed in a suave black suit. It boasts minuscule gold embellishments followed by a hefty crimson cape draped on his shoulders. Even dressed in the furs and fabrics of royalty, one could sense a distinct awkwardness from him. If you’re going to marry her, at least look confident, brother. 

    It hurts. He cannot lie to himself - not that Kaeya was trying to in the first place. There is a pain associated with seeing the woman he loves marrying the brother that no longer desires to even speak to him. Now, Kaeya regrets standing up from his busy work. These thoughts won’t stop their festering, and it punches a hole through his stomach. Kaeya is all-too-aware that tonight, you will climb into Diluc’s sheets. He’d treat you kindly, of course. He grew up with Diluc and has seen his rigorous nobility tutors shape him into the gentleman he is today. There is no doubt that you will live a lavish life of luxury. A life Kaeya could never afford to give you. 

    In Khaenri’ah, Kaeya’s title of ‘Prince’ holds as much merit as it does in Teyvat. His people are dead or suffering. His city has crumbled into dust and shards of a forgotten legacy. Kaeya himself serves one purpose, and that is to bring glory back to the Eclipse Dynasty. It is in these times that Kaeya regrets being born royalty to a lost nation. In the solace of his chambers, Kaeya would stare at the painted ceiling and ponder. If I were born someone else entirely, would you give me a chance? But who is he kidding? Kaeya knows he’s handsome. It’s stupid and unreasonable to be so self-deprecating. He isn’t the one marrying you because he wasn’t Diluc Ragnvindr. He wasn’t from a line of Mondstadtian heroes; he was from the ashes of sinners and embers of civilization. He was Kaeya Alberich, Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius, caught between familial loyalty and a stinging betrayal. Of course he wasn’t marrying you. 

    The Cathedral doors groan as the nuns heave them open. Light floods in and frames the feminine body of the lady of Mondstadt. In your hands, a bouquet of calla lilies. On your body, a silken robe of pearls and diamonds. It flows at your back, fluttering in the blessed gales of Barbatos’. Kaeya swore that as a Khaenri’ahn, he would never see the Gates of Celestia. But this… this, he thinks, might be the closest glimpse he gets. No one dares to speak. She is beautiful. She has always been beautiful. Time slows as Kaeya lets himself take in the sight of you pledging your livelihood to his brother, and his brother’s livelihood to you. 

     Then, as if he is an innocent child once again, Kaeya closes his eyes as you two kiss. Clapping and cheers fill the atmosphere. 

    “To the Ragnvindr’s! Oley!”

    “Say, Kaeya, do you ever wanna get married?” The girl questions from Kaeya’s backside. 

    “Maybe. Then I can show off in front of my lovely wife! That would be cool, wouldn’t it, Diluc?” Kaeya jests, elbowing his step-brother’s chest. Diluc rolls his eyes, ever the prodigy. 

    “We’re still young. There’s no use thinking about such things. Shouldn’t you focus on training?” He grumbles. Kaeya knows that he will never have a lucky wife. He will never have a healthy family, or a thriving home, or a genuine relationship. Those are nothing more than dreams to Kaeya.

    The girl grabs Kaeya’s arm and begins running into the fields of grapes and firs. There is a childlike giggle dispersing for all in the neighborhood to hear, fading out as they lose sight of the manor. Reaching the edge of the cliffside, they halt. It overlooks a sapphire river below, fit for one of Master Crepus’ paintings. Diluc had been abandoned long ago. 

    “Hey, Kaeya, the water kind of looks like your hair.” The girl remarks, nuzzling closer to him. He feels his heart thrashing in its cage, begging him not to react, begging him not to ruin the fate of his country. To the girl, he smells of linen, lampgrass, and sweat, much as a kid his age should. Silence settles onto their shoulders, both of them catching breaths that had been stolen in the wind. “I didn’t ask before because I thought Diluc would get mad, but… Kaeya, how about we get married when we grow up?” How silly, Kaeya thinks. I couldn’t marry you if I wanted to. 

    “Hmm, okay. So you’ll be my lucky wife then?” Kaeya plummets down onto the grass and grins. It tickles the back of his neck and stains his blouse a verdant green. He dreams of dreaming, because that is all Khaenri’ahns like him can do. He dreams of coming home to your embrace or trudging back from battle hand-in-hand. Either one is okay. Anything with you is okay. 

    “Of course, stupid. That’s what marriage is. So you’ll be my lucky husband!” Lucky husband. It fills his heart with an immature pride too chaste for a traitor of his caliber. 

    “Deal!” 

    “Deal.” 

    They are naive children making impossible promises, but a part of Kaeya has never unlatched from those delicate whispers. Khaenri’ahns dream of dreaming, but just this once, Kaeya wished he could dream of you.

    “So, Sir Kaeya, are you going to marry soon? Youth is fleeting! Get a wife while you’re young.” One of the Knights suggests, sliding him a suggestive beam. Kaeya let’s himself open his eyes. He processes the blinding light from colored panes of glass spilling over him, the jovial expressions of the citizens he has sworn to protect, and you grasping onto Diluc’s arm, a longing of adoration phasing across your features. Happy. You are happy. He turns towards the knight, cracking a smile.

    “Don’t be silly - I’m already married, Huffman.” He lets the novice soldier ogle at him for a few seconds. “I’m joking. Lighten up.” Huffman releases a hearty chortle, commenting on his Captain’s sense of humor and putting a hand to his chest. He laughs along, but Kaeya knows there is no joke. 

Don’t be silly. I’m already married. It was a deal, after all.

[signoras-pet]

Hey hey! I'm back for a short while! Wanted to sat hi and write a long story something for ya'll-🍔

Tw: very angst and sad

Fury of the Harbringer Part 1

The door slammed violently.

Mona was the first to come greet Rosalyne.

"Welcome hom-"

Mona went quiet. Her wife had an ominous glare. Her wife ignored her and strut to her office. Mona flinched as the office door slammed shut.

Sucrose,Shenhe, Hu tao and Ganyu came out. The group looked each other with concern.

Why was Rosalyne furious?

Believe it or not, Rosalyne always came home happy,energetic,horny to her wives. Always finding time to chat with each of them as she planted kisses on all of them

But this...this was the first time, she had straight up ignored them.

"What's wrong?" asked a worried Ganyu. "I think honey may have had an unenjoyable day." said Shenhe. Her voice sad.

"S-shall we go talk to Rosalyne?" suggested Sucrose. Everyone but Mona agreed. She bit her lip in concern.

What was wrong?

The group made their way to the office and suddenly like a draft had hit them, they were shivering.

"S-so cold!" shuttered Ganyu and Shenhe. The others freaked out. This was not good. If they were cold then something terrible must have happened.

When the group reached the hallway, everything was covered in a layer of ice and frost. The women jumped in fright ss they heard the loud crash inside the office.

They slowly opened the door.

Inside, they caught glimpse of Rosalyne and her abode. She was sitting at her desk. Her face resting on her hand. A scowl on her face. The entire office was filled with large icicles. The furniture was broken. Chunks of woods littered the office.

The group scared, cautiously entered. They slowly made their way through the debris until they were standing a couple feet from the desk.

Rosalyne looked up.

"What is it? I'm busy." she said. Her voice hard and cold. Shenhe could feel her heart crack with the way she talked to them. Rosalyne never acted like this. She was loving,caring,soft and patient.

This was not Rosalyne speaking...It was La Signora of the Fatui Harbringers.

Sucrose was shaking and Shenhe and Hu Tao made sure to hold her hands.

Mona was the first to say something. "Rosalyne? A-are you okay?"

Mona immediately regretted saying anything. Signora looked up her. "Am I okay?" She repeated the question quietly.

The blonde slowly rose from her chair, they slowly backed away.

"DO I FUCKING SEEM OKAY?!" screamed Signora as she kicked her desk with all her force. The desk went flying until it hit the wall and shattered into tiny pieces.

Sucrose started to cry and Ganyu,Hu Tao and Shenhe wrapped their arms the girl. Trying to comfort and sub-conciously to protect. Mona was shedding tears but she remained steady fast.

"THE TSARITA DARE TASK ME WITH TRAVELING TO SUMERU!? TO GO WITH THAT PATHETIC PUPPET, SCARAMOUCHE!? 3 MONTHS WITH THAT FILTHY RAT!?"

Sucrose was wailing as the others cried. Whoever this person was not their wife. It was a monster filled with nothing but anger and the desire to burn the world alive.

Signora panted as she finished her little speech. She turned around and she saw her reflection in the mirror.

Her eyes went wide with horror as she stumbled back.

What the??

As if snapping out of a trance, she got a look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was messy making her look crazy and eyes burning red. She looked terrifying!

She heard the wailing and immeditaly turned around. She winced, a tiny gasp escaping her mouth. On the floor. Hu Tao,Shenhe, Ganyu were crying and shaking as they hugged a wailing Sucrose. Mona was standing, her posture shift. Her face trying to stay strong but tears rolling down her cheeks.

What I have done!?

For the first time in years, tears welled up in her eyes. And then she started crying.

Rosalyne slowly approached Mona. The woman flinched, thinking she was going to be attacked but instead was pulled into a hug.

"My dear! I-I I'm sorry!!"

Mona didn't say anything nor return the hug. Rosalyne's heart ached when she noticed this.

She let go and went to her wifes. How could she have been so stupid?! To have let her anger best her.

Rosalyne gently got Sucrose into her arms. She carassed the girl's head as she plant kisses. The young woman crying shattered her heart.

"My sweet puppy! Forgive me! I didn't mean for any if this to happen!"

Sucrose continued. Rosalyne looked at everyone else.

One by one she pulled them into a massive hug and showered them with kisses. The women were like statues.

Nothing was working! How could it! She had hurt her beautiful darlings! It was over!

Rosalyne slowed back away and fell onto her hands and knees. She stared at the floor, tears dripping.

They were going to leave her. She would be lonely once more. Was this her fate? She shall suffer alone until she burned out? Forever failing to live a happy life?

Rosalyne wailed.

"NOOO! I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU!"

In that moment, the only noise that could be heard were the pained screams of Rosalyne

A/N: waah so sad😢 even I felt like crying.

Welcome back!!!

omg Signora is reaping the consequences of her actions for almost a month. Her poor wives jumping whenever she closes a door too loudly, it doesn’t matter how much she tells them she’d never hurt them.

She questions herself, was the harbinger lifestyle really one that she thought she could love? Let alone so many women at once? Maybe she shouldn’t have done this, she should have foreseen her anger seeping outside of work

[stargazer-balladeer]

😌 ATTACK!

Damn it! Life can be so cruel. Was it not enough for Aether to lose his sister? Did he really have to his lose his lover,too? After finding out that his sister was working with the abyss, Lily was there to try and make sense of it all. She held him as he cried and yelled out frustrations.

Her arms being wrapped around his waist helped to ground him. Aether allowed himself to relax in her hold. The traveler didn't realize how much he depended on his fiance to keep going,until she wasn't there with him anymore.

He's been searching for Lily for days. Her disappearance driving Aether half insane. Each night that passes without his star sleeping peacefully beside him, hurts his very being. Aether remembers seeing Lily for the first time. Feeling as if the world gave him a temporary home. She felt welcoming and warm, bright and comforting. The young man promised his heart stopped for a moment.

It took all his courage to say "hello" to the girl. Only for him to get nervous and say a dorky " How do you do?" Instead. She laughed,but at least she didn't leave. His throat begins to strain with the feeling of a knot forming. " Where did you go?! Please- Lily! Come back!" He blondes voice breaking with emotions he couldn't place. " How could this happen?" He whispers to himself. " What if she's hurt? Begging for someone to save her? What if she was taken by the abyss, the Fatui? horrible thoughts claw at his mind relentlessly. Crouching to the grassy ground beneath him in exhaustion.

Searching. Searching for days and no sign of her. Aether even asked Venti to help look for her, but the bard didn't find anything at all. That only caused Venti sadness, worry and another reason to drink.

" THIS DOESN'T MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE!" He punches the ground with tears clouding his vision. " How can you be with me one day and completely disappear the next?" Stress of his commissions, his wayward sister, trying to return home and his missing lover, all becoming too much for Aether to bare.

"Can't I keep at least one precious thing? Please? " He whimpered. Aether's golden eyes staring at his ring that matches your own. Not being able to control his emotions,Aether lies on his back, in the grass and cries. " To think that I practiced all those hours to dance a waltz with you, just for life to take you from me."

Aether slowly falling asleep from his exhausted state, stares into the gray sky. Making a promise to find you. Rather it be a week from now or five years down the line. He can't quite his search. He promised to your husband one day. "Star, please. Please. I need you. I love you. I miss you. I'm not sure how far I'll get without you to help me along the way." He sobs freely without anyone to see him.

" Traveler?" Someone calls out to him,but he doesn't care, and Archons know he's too tired to see who it is while being half asleep with a migraine. " Traveler, are you hurt?" The voice calls out again. " Oh? Master Diluc? Why are you here?" Aether barely managed to ask. Diluc disregards his question and begins to carry the mess of an honorary knight. " I'm taking you back to mondstadt. You've clearly been pushing yourself too hard." Diluc says in a firm manner.

"But, I- I have to f-find my wife." "Aether, you can't do a thing like this. I would never try and stop you from finding the woman you love, but what would she think seeing you like this? Surely it would break her heart." "But she-" "No more debating. You're getting rest." Everyone is worried for her, Jean, Amber, Kaeya and the bards been so sad he's been singing less and drinking more. You don't have to go through this alone." Aether allowed himself to cry into back of his older friend. Some of the stress falling off his body and helping him to relax. "Thank you, Diluc." Was all the knight could bring himself to say before passing out against his back.

Listen. I just woke up early for my school. And i’m already crying 🥲🥲🥲

WHY

WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TORTURE MY BB LIKE THIS 😭😭😭

On a side note,, that was a good fic 👏 i enjoyed it hehe KANSKSNSH

[lesdreams-author]

Pregnant Lisa mini fic part 7 (better days is coming)

She is in her office, piles and piles of reports to be read and analyzed.

The Fatui and Abyss order has been wrecking havoc in Mondstadt borders, stealing from the poor farmers, killing villages in the process.

Because of it Mondstadt citizens are scared and their supply is getting dangerously low, there's already shortage of beans and corn.

She sent a squadron to Dadaupa region to try to reclaim the lost land from the Fatui's hand, while others are in cap oat, fighting the abyss order.

With all the chaos she hasn't had a day of peace, even when she should be resting she is trying to solve some issue. However, it's a good thing for her, because this way she don't need to think about the things she lost and is losing every day. Because she doesn't need to see her marriage fall apart with their grief.

It's a shock to hear her name shouted, screamed by Lisa. She feels tired and even though it's an unusual behavior from her wife, she can't muster the energy to be worried.

Lisa shouts her name again and she sighs, hand scraping her forehead. She gets up from the chair and with slow footsteps she goes to see what all this urgency.

(●__●)ಥ‿ಥ

The first thing she perceive is the noise, a thin, panicked sound. There's another voice too, her wife, voice gentle and low asking "what happened?" And "where's your parents?"

The question seems to incite even more fear, even more panic because the crying develops in a full screaming cry.

She rounds the hallway and freezes.

There, in her front door is her wife, kneeling in front of a little girl, a toddler, a baby.

The girl is dirty, shoeless, her blonde hair a tangle of leaves and knots.

She feels a stab on her heart, a powerful punch on her stomach.

"Deeply engraved, my memory is silent but not forgotten indeed"

•́ ‿ ,•̀•́ ‿ ,•̀ヽ((◎д◎))

She had to name her baby, she had to write down a name for her even though they only could think of a second name.

She received a official paper with a date, hour and measurements. A official paper with her baby name on it

#$#$ Nola Gunnhildr-Minci.

Born and dead in the same day, in the same hour.

She stashed the paper on her office with all the others important papers of their lives. That one though, she put under all the others papers, inside the safe to never look again.

Just like the little room she locked and put the key inside the safe. A sanctuary, a grave, a coffin to never be visited.

(っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ(っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

She regains her voice and approach they.

J: " Lisa...What is going on?"

Lisa looks at her, eyes wide and the little girl at her presence grabs her wife legs.

Lisa seems shocked but her arms envelope the girl, brings her securely to her own body.

L: " i- I don't know ...I opened the door and she was here."

Jean's brow furrow. She walks to the door and looks around. The street is almost empty, only some people walking around with their market bags.

She turns around again and this time she is shocked again, Lisa is carrying the toddler on her hips, her hands touching the little girl head, inspecting the toddle.

L: " are you hurt, sweetie?"

Lisa asks and the baby doesn't seem able to talk, only cry.

J: " who is she?"

Jean asks approaching the two.

L: " I don't know...What do we do? She is crying, she can't stop crying."

J: " maybe she is hurt."

Jean says, her eyes studying the little girl, so small and scrawny. She is so thin that Jean asks herself if she's been eating properly.

There's a little bag, filthy and worn down, on the girls back.

J: " I will ask one the soldiers to bring Barbara here, while it try to make her talk."

Jean doesn't wait for a reply going outside again to grab a soldier. She should bring the kid to the hospital but if the little one is already crying with only they two, she could only imagine the toddler will be even more scared with others unknown people around.

"Crash against the barrier above the crowd

Flaring up pieces in the air to show a fairy starfall

These sparkles shine and never fade till the break of day"

To be continued