#my vows to you

[thescribeoflostmemories]

MY VOWS TO YOU of pierro x f!Reader in canon genshin universe please!!! So excited for june!!!!

Flaming bonds being tested.

Reader x Pierro

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Music: Waltz No. 2 by Dimitri Shostakovich & Priestess in the darkness musicbox+orchastra (Fire emblem)

note : Implied cursed/ khaenri’ah reader, take that into account and I just randomly puke these all out while I was bored out of my mind during a meeting.Y’all proud of me? Also I have no such thing as summer vacation 🫠 I hope you like it.

- P

"Delusions too die hard, only the savage can reign supreme in this twisted wonderland. But what say, you? Who kindled but the last light of day." - Scribe

“I will lift up your sorrows,”

How many thousand suns have passed, and how many thousand moons, you must?

When did you exchange vows with one such as the man titled as your forevermore lover?

"My lady, Lord Harbinger Jester has arrived."

Jester, it does nothing to ring a bell in your mind on who that was.

"My lady, Breakfast is served." You’d rather spend the days alone, even with a cold bed to dream.

You had no recollection outside of your own name, broke away from sweet repose to this strange rozen land. The tall and small were under this Jester’s command, only a few could only withstand.

“Is it you, who have brought me here?” The bed is stale like bread, and it seems it only occupies you as the owner. Wallowing in contempt as you stare longingly out for the remainder until the blue hours come and go. You’re on the cusp of being exposed in your enclosure, frail and darkness inches closer than the ones that glances up from below.

‘Your cup will never empty,’

Upon the round table the man has laid for you, a small party he did threw.

Pierro is the name that you accrue. He had roused you from the hold of the archon, he did not dispute.

“Meister,” You heard of that title once before. Under the waking moonlight, he speaks of those that dare to oppose them with their might. Surely, what does he propose to justify his price?

“Evr’ything would come to light.” He says as if he had found the path to destroy the hand of heavenly edifice.

‘For I shall be your wine,’

Arrogance, a slow and insidious murderer. “For whom do you serve?” an inadequate query for one fittingly such as thy father. Voice hoarse from years of

“The lady of solemn promise.” he replied back, hollow and alone whisked away by the thread of fate tied to ev’rmore fractured amore.

March on the sands that strayed, from dimmed Khaenri’ah.

‘I light your way in darkness,’

Tearing, progress. You had exhausted all efforts, unplugged.

Realize your epiphany as gentle hands covet yours. Feeling the spine-chilling wind against your back.

In the past, you had recall of twin suns that sink into one, and strange black stars that soar through your scry.

Searching for dark Khaenri’ah

‘With this ring, I ask you to be mine.’

Your hand blessed once more with his soft whispers of perennial burning blue pyre.

To dine. Intruth; your fleeting light he cannot deny. Their love, shall cry, and die. In lost Khaenri’ah.

[the-quiet-girl-thats-invisible]

To my future husband

Gosh, I feel like I am writing my vows. I guess in a way I am, I am definitely presenting a proposal, but I am also presenting promises. Hopefully, writing them out will make it easier to promise you my heart. After all, you know how much I like poetry and songs.  

Okay *deep breath* I need to focus, which may be hard mind you because you know how scatterbrained I can be. But here I go..

 I, Grace, vow to choose you everyday. I think we both have had enough people leaving in our lives, and could use someone to remind us that we deserve to be chosen. Not just chosen for the big stuff, but chosen in our little moments. The little moments such as us waking up with our hair a mess, eyes sleepy, breath stinky, and arms around each other. The little moment of coming home tired and stressed from a bad day at work, grumpy and just wanting to melt into the couch at the end of the day, but seeing each other and feeling some of that melt away. Making you your favorite food on bad days to try to help, giving you space to de-stress, the forever offer of cuddles and love for when you’re ready. I can clearly see our forever in every moment we have.

 I’m getting off track again. It hard not to with you. You make me dream again. You’ve shown me that my image of a “prince charming” is a reality. But you’re not just a fairy tale. You’re as human as I am. I see your imperfections, the scars you bare, and I still find you amazing. I admire your strength. Your love and dedication to your family. Your resilience and perseverance. Your stubborness and loyalty. Every day I learn something new about you, and it makes me more in awe and fall deeper and deeper in love with you. But I think I should continue with my vows.

I vow to grow with you. I am not perfect by any means, and I’m learning new things about myself everyday, but if you’ll have me I promise to grow along side you. I vow to always tell the truth. Unfortunately, my truth may come from past pain and so it may not always be logical. But I promise to always tell you how I am feeling and work on it together rather than burying my feelings or pushing you away. I vow to give you the entirety of my heart. Not given to just be protected by you, but given as a reminder and symbol of how much I care about you and how much my love will grow over time. 

I am not perfect. I am definitely not a fairytale princess. I am self conscious, I overthink a lot. I put others before myself too often, and I have a bleeding heart. But I vow to put us first. To believe you when you tell me I am beautiful, to trust the words you tell me and to communicate with you my fears and doubts rather than letting them consume me. I promise to grow in myself and see the light in the dark. I may need your hand to guide me sometimes, but I promise to work on always being in the light. I promise to be your hand in the dark as well, to guide you and remind you how much you are loved, cherished, and needed. I am by no means a pro at love. I have never had a great example growing up, and if I’m honest, I don’t even know if I know what it means to truly love someone. But I want to try with you. I want to see what loving you is like and to feel how being loved by you feels. 

So here’s my proposal. I propose that we choose each other. I propose that we build our life together and learn about each other more each day. I propose that we don’t fear loving each other. To care so deeply that you love someone is the easiest and purest form of love. I propose choosing each other in spite of the unknown. I know we both are starting at different points in our lives. But if you are up to the adventure, I would like to spend the adventure of life with you. 

[lucyllawless]

[mj-thrush-gxn]

Oh my Talia- Я тебе кохаю

[learnelle]

My Baudelaire presentation + essay are finally submitted! I’m basically done with this evening diploma in French and honestly… it’s a relief. Consistency really pays off, even when the end doesn’t seem in sight ⭐️

[sophies-junkyard]

Change is incremental, but something CHANGED today. You weren’t sure about voting for Biden? You don’t have to anymore! And now is the time to RALLY. The world is fucked up, but letting Trump win will not lead to the political revolution we’re waiting for. Wake up.

Im gonna vote for Kamala Harris in November because I don’t want a wannabe dictator running our country. Simple as that.

[vaguely-concerned]

purple hawke who, at malcolm's death, lost not only a father, a mentor, the single most stable and safe point in their world up until this moment. but also the only person in their life who would consistently, gleefully 'yes, and — ' them. the loss, in one fell swoop, of both a beloved parent and your sole willing — no, not only willing, enthusiastic — improv partner. truly, the most unkindest cut of all that the maker could have seen fit to deal. (there's always so much less laughter in the house, after malcolm's gone.)

and then after all the horrors of the blight and trying to make a new life in the shithole turned shithome of kirkwall....... they meet varric. and something that's been slumbering deep within their soul dries a tear of relief and joy and whispers 'oh we are so back'. and they are so right

[causticflower]

“—and the love you are made of.” (and I love you because you are love)

@lovesick-x-prince what if i cried. HUH.

[the thing causing big emotion]

[amimuu]

I haven’t drawn them in a while…

[trappedinafantasy37]

"Minthara is so abusive to the player" *INCORRECT BUZZER NOISE*

Minthara would literally go to fucking hell for the opportunity to personally beat the absolute shit out of the person who actually did abuse you. She will throw hands with gods and devils just to avenge you.

And you will not be able to convince her not to.

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Attention peeps!

The event "My vows to you!" Reservations are closed!

Jade: About time too, getting really sick just watching you organize the event.

Falaila: Oh come on, it wasn't that bad, Right?

Jade: where is, P anyway? She should be the one announcing...

Ollie: Well....

Camera: *Pans to P slumping over the laptop*

Ollie: She has other problems now that she's free. This is your host "Ollie" speaking, and have a fantabulous time, dear guests (even if there's like three of you, who reserved fics-- but who cares!)

[lil-miss-brainrot]

Oh here we go again… these boys and their devotion.

[mara-phelion]

so i finished my first playthrough of seekL and got the seekLove ending

person a (edited as odxny): "i was gonna say i'm from dc i got pajamas on at 2am-"

person b (edited as thrim): "i'm gonna be honest, i'm ONLY looking at your titties right now"

[the-wandering-mage]

I've seen a lot of Batfam meets the Justice League fics where Batman has hidden his family. I'd really like a Batfam meets the Justice League fic where he doesn't try to hide his family no. The Batman who loves scaring people, popping out of shadows, disappearing into them, and overall just fucking with people, the head of the chaotic Batfam, he knowing that the other heros don't know a lot of what goes on in Gotham so he just pretends like they know. He tells them it's Oracle's system that runs watchtower and he make a bunch of vague references to the other bats knowing they are going to take it a different way. He doesn't try to hide his relationship with the other bats when his kids and their teams run into the Justice League. He just sits back and watches the chaos as the leaguers try to make their perception of The Batman fit with what they are seeing.

And his kids and their teams? Well they should have believed them when they said Batman was they're dad. It's not their fault they thought they were joking. Even Alfred is in on it making calls to watchtower and Titan's tower about being home in time for dinner and forgetting their lunches at home. Alfred is happy how this is bringing them together and that Bruce is making friends.

Meanwhile the Hero community is scared shitless about Batman's retired dad that doesn't have a no kill rule. They've never met him in person but the overall respect of the Batfam has towards Agent A as well as the fact he raised Batman makes them never want to meet him or for him to feel a need to come out of retirement.

***

"oh Batman isn't the head of the Batfamily"

"what?"

"Agent A is"

***

"who's scarier than Batman?", one of the leaguers asks rhetorically

Batfam member who pops up behind them from the shadows, "Agent A, he doesn't have a no kill rule"

"who's Agent A?"

"The man who raised Batman"

The leaguer who once referred to him as that old guy that answers the batcave phone: 😨

[justaz]

arthur (prince of camelot) still has to study under a tutor bc yknow uther wants him to be very intelligent before becoming king or something bc its super important idk idc anyways merlin is doing chores in his chambers while arthur is squinting at a book and merlin eventually caves and asks him what he’s reading and arthur gruffly explains that its a collection of stories from greece that make absolutely no sense so merlin asks him to read them outloud to him. arthur of course teases him and calls him an idiot and asks how he could possibly help but does as he’s asked and reads the stories to merlin as he does his chores. merlin (being crushed under the weight of destiny and tormented by the prophecies that kilgharrah spews) understands the stories almost immediately and gets all excited and starts rambling about them with arthur. arthur is glad to have someone who understands so he can give something that reflects a hint of understanding to his tutor who accepts it and moves onto the next unit of education.

the thing is, arthur finds more stories in camelot’s library and brings them up to his room to read them aloud to merlin under the guise of completing his studies but really he just wants to watch as merlin’s eyes gleam when he understands whats happening and listen to him ramble on and on about them bc he’s gay. the stories stick with merlin though and he realizes that they’re cautionary tales, that the heroes who were told too much of their future doomed themself to fulfill them - that them fighting the prophecies led to their completion. merlin takes it to heart and gives a big “fuck you” to kilgharrah before forging his own fate and helping morgana with her magic and handing out an olive branch to mordred and now everyone can live happily and peacefully in an albion teeming with magic.