#or the adepti who had to watch his friends all die or be lost to madness around him while he was helpless. cursed to bear witness to it all

[callisto-cecilia]

Genshin cutscenes will fuck u up no hesitation and then continue on as if nothing just happened

[souvlaki9]

IT'S YOU THAT I LIE WITH

pairing: xiao/reader yes, it's you i welcome death with. in which where, all of teyvat will crumple in only a few minutes - the countdown starts. everyone gathering to accept their fate.

"Say goodbye to all of your friends and family - for Teyvat will be destroyed." Zhongli's loud voice boomed across the panicking crowd, the countdown decreasing any moment. "There is nothing I can do. I apologize." His eyes held empathy for the pleading people kneeling before him. It was no use for a disguise anymore; as he was now in his old archon's outfit. "I am merely a messenger."

The people from across the world gathers to accept their fate. Others refuse to believe it was the end and fled. All the people could do was pray and hope that some miracle will happen, yet we all know it's going to end.

On top of a mountain, they sit and pray for Celestia's forgiveness. Families come to reunite and friends come to reconcile.

When you had no one.

You watched as the people cry and hug; whilst the sky turns even contrast by the second. It was an orange-red hue, yet it was still morning.

You had absolutely no one here. You couldn't find anyone you knew.

You stood, begging for it to end quickly. When will the meteorite strike? Will it swallow everyone? Was there any chance of surviving?

Was feeling pathetic the only emotion you will experience?

One person comes into your mind.

...An old friend.

Where are you?

The last time you saw him was maybe, eons ago. That time you weren't a coward for everything, before the archon war. Before you lost everything.

Before you shielded yourself from the world.

It's okay to be a bit selfish, right? Everyone's gonna die anyway.

You descended the mountain, running to your feet. It was a confused loop. That didn't stop you, though. You didn't want to be alone, not this time. The feeling to be safe under one's company, that would be amazing. Just for once. Please.

Just let it be this time.

Almost tripping over the rocks, you continued your journey.

What was his name?

...What was it?

Loss of gradual memory was what you endured after the war. The memory of old colleagues, names - Even your own. You'd forgotten almost everything over time.

What you did remember, was the chuckle of somebody. It was faint, yet you could tell your past memories enjoyed hearing that. It was not a laugh. It was merely a chuckle, something of amusement.

You set your foot on the wooden bridge of Wangshuu Inn.

His name is just on the tip of your tongue. You know him. You know him. Who is he?!

"Finally. Just the two of us!"

"You don't like the other adepti?"

"No, dummy. I just think spending time alone with you is the best."

"...Why's that?"

"You're my best company. It's like, I can tell you everything, ████."

Who...?

"Do you think of me.. that way?"

"Yes! Please, don't ever drift away from me. Even if bad things happen. Please?"

"...Okay. Promise.

I won't leave." That chuckle.

"Heh. Thanks.. I'm tearing up, sorry. I don't know why I get so emotional, ████..."

The sky turns deep red. You were losing time.

"Hello!? Is anybody there?! I need someone... I need someone to spend this with..." You crouched, burying your head in your hands. What was his name?

"I can't be alone again." You sniff. "I haven't... I haven't remembered everything yet. I... don't want to die yet."

"Xiao, thank you. Thank you."

"Calm down... I'm right here, you know."

...Is that... his name...?

"Xiao?"

You stood up, and you almost tumbled back again once your body was covered in a hug - Dark anemo energy revealed a familiar boy.

His green hair, his slim figure...!

"Is that your name? Xiao?"

You can feel him nodding.

"I was hoping I would find you." His voice cracks. "I didn't want to see you so helpless, so I stupidly left you on your own. I left you. I thought, it was useless to try to get your memories back, after what I've done you would never-"

You hugged back.

You finally felt the feeling of warmness, under someone's arms.

"Remember that the world is ending soon, so no more crying.." You broke the hug to see his face. "Will you die with me? As weird as it sounds?"

That chuckle. No wonder you loved it so much, you were the only person that could ever hear him be so carefree.

"...Okay. Let's," He smiled. "Let's spend the last of our lives together.

To make up for lost times."

"I only forgot your name, okay? I still remember that time you almost kissed me-"

"T-That was thousands of years ago.."

old work i found in my drafts. did this when i was listening to matt maltese on loop!!!

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

The Day the Ocean Erupted

Foul Legacy Childe x Reader Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Angst, Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Allusions to death, drowning, pain, storms, thunder, rain

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You remember the day the ocean erupted.

You’d been in your office, at 2 PM exactly, pen in hand and ink spotting your fingers, the culprits a stack of papers in the upper corner. The sun had filtered through your window and casted shining streamers on your desk as you wrote, typical of Liyue’s golden summers. You tapped your pen against your chin- how to phrase this next sentence? Should you focus on one or two types of silk? You hummed contemplatively, then scribbled a few more words. Sturdiness- that was important to mention in a report, especially one about something elegant like silk. The room filled with a comforting silence as you wrote word after word on the paper in the delicate warmth of the sun.

The first drop came and went without attention. But it was soon followed by another. And another. And another, until the sky was shedding all its tears into the streets and ocean of the city. Your pen had fallen from your grasp with a resounding clatter as you stood to peer outside the window, your eyes narrowed. Rain? In Liyue? Now? It was ridiculous.

Then something burst out of the ocean and you fell backwards in shock, pushing yourself away from the window despite being on one of the upper levels of the harbor. You rushed downstairs and pushed your door open, catching glimpses of an enormous serpentine creature rising from the waters as people rushed up and down the streets in a panic. The rain poured down in buckets, drenching everything and everyone, and all around there’s a frenzy of screaming, shouting, yelling, the same phrase reworded a thousand times, The Fatui did this, it’s the Fatui’s fault, the Fatui are to blame, and you could only think of one thing- your associate, your acquaintance, your companion.

Your friend.

Childe. Where was he? Vanished to the Golden House, they told you, but not as Childe, as Tartaglia, the Harbinger. For business, he said.

But soon you were swept up with the waves of screaming, and the thought had been lost.

That was weeks ago, when the Traveler had harnessed the power of the Adepti and defeated the old god Osial, with a final blow from Lady Ningguang’s Jade Chamber to seal him in the sea. The entire nation held its breath as Fatui activity wavered, dropped, then fizzled out completely. Life returned to normal, the seasons rolling by like a sigh of relief as reassuring whispers spread the news that the Fatui were finally, finally stopping their irritating interferences with the harbor.

You finish your final words and set your pen down, a thoughtful frown prominent on your face. You’ve never really been affected by the Fatui. For the most part they simply existed, a rumored plague on the Liyue Qixing with their endless meddling, but to you they were simple guards standing near doors and on the docks. On occasion when you had to wait there you would make conversation, to which most of them would respond to either in earnest or slightly tense surprise. For all their supposed horrid tendencies and practices and nosiness, you had found that many of the Fatui were, quite simply, people; people from a different nation and far away from home. People who had their own interests and likes and dislikes. People who had their own reasons and dreams and realities.

People who had all vanished when the last ripple in the ocean had stilled. And among them, your friend Childe, the Eleventh Harbinger Tartaglia. He was the only Fatui you would really consider a friend, the others being mere acquaintances. He was always teasingly kind to you, offering to get you a meal or asking to spend some offtime together. You, ever-suspicious, had often refused, but he was persistent and determined to chip down your walls one by one. And when they shook and crumbled your friendship had blossomed, despite the odd melancholy in his eyes whenever he looked at you, a question you never knew the answers to.

All this he was. But he was gone now, you suppose, following the tall, elegant woman you had seen exiting the Northland Bank to the mysterious depths of Inazuma. He looked so exhausted, outwardly appearing as tired as you sometimes felt inside, and your brow pinches.

You sigh and set your pen to the side before rising from your chair, cursing yourself for contemplating old memories. You don’t expect Childe to return anytime soon, if ever, so perhaps some thoughts are best left packaged in their pretty boxes scattered around the attic of your mind. The door swings open as you slip on your coat- it’s chilly outside, and you walk to the teashop for a new blend and distraction from the conflicting turmoil in your head.

The rain begins just as you hurry back home, having forgotten your umbrella in a moment of carelessness. Liyue’s winters, while cold and biting, never froze the storms that encroached almost every other day, instead letting icy droplets of slush fall on people’s backs and clothes. The clouds shield the few stars in the sky from view, blocking out the moon and turning the raindrops an inky black. You shove your door open and immediately shut and lock it again with a sigh of relief, shaking out your clothes and rubbing your chilled hands together. Your breathing is the only sound in the house, and your bones soon settle with a deep chill as the pressing quiet seems more and more foreboding. You cock your head to the side and hear an ever-so-faint rustling sound, and you pick up your weapon before making your way down the hall.

When you reach the living room you blink in surprise. Unlike what you expected, nothing is broken, not a dish is out of place, no drawers are flung open and riffled through. Nothing is wrong, nothing is out of order, your limited vision tells you, but a cold breeze sends goosebumps down your arms and you make your way over to the ajar window, very nearly bumping into furniture several times. You fumble with the latch and pull the window shut, dragging the curtain closed as if to cover the rain with elegant patterns and cloth, and for a few moments, you listen to the steady pour outside as it creates a chiming melody on the roof and glass.

Something breathes next to you. You whirl away in shock, clutching your weapon tightly. Something is here with you, watching you across the room, observing your every move as you hurry to light a match for some semblance of sight, the lamps in your house completely useless right now. The match strikes and connects, a yellow flame bursting to life, flickering like a firefly. You hold it up and come face-to-face with a single eye. Enormous and pearly, it gleams softly in the darkness, although whether it is blue or purple you cannot say. Sharp, plated red armor surrounds it, mask-like and curling into twin horns. The creature’s skin is also armored and bony, shades of purple and black with occasional splashes of red or silver, covered by a pair of translucent, sparkling wings like the deepest sea. It towers over you, claws and teeth razor sharp even in the persisting gloom, and you gasp and stumble away in terror. The starry wings and deep, rich colors, and the feeling it emanates, of being crushed and drowned by shining waves…

An Abyssal creature, some sort of monstrous beast from the depths of your world. It must be.

You back away from it, your chest tight with fear and the thought of death, of dying at the hands of this monster, holding your weapon so tightly you fear it might crack in your grip.

You’ve never been a fighter, only practical enough to keep a weapon you could use nearby. Between you and the creature, the creature would win with a simple swipe of its claws, and you would bleed out on the floor until you didn’t exist anymore, just another body lost to the infinite ocean.

But there is no attack, no clashing, no burning, searing pain, only a soft, sad whimper. You open your eyes and see the creature reaching out to you, crawling across the floor like standing causes it agony, as it lets out a broken and desperate wail. You take a step back again, then a step forward, your fear seeping out of you. Holding the match higher, you lean forward and squint, dots of color bleeding into the environment.

Ginger. Wondrously fluffy ginger hair, although it's wet with rainwater, and a single streak of white like snow.

You know who, and you say who before you even think who, uttering out it’s, his, name in a hushed whisper.

Childe.

Your weapon forgotten, you stand shellshocked in a corner of the room, so still and frozen that Childe himself attempts to rise to his feet, only to fall back to the ground with a pained cry, a sound that snaps your thoughts like shattering ice as you rush to support him. He scratches his claws on the ground, hiccupping, sobbing, whining tearfully at a pain you can’t see. You place a hand on the side of his face and he leans into it, almost slumping to the ground as he brings his hand up to cover your own. He stares at you, pained and suffering, with the same melancholy as before, a melancholy you now understand means I cannot love you, even though I so wish to, it is forbidden by fate and stars, and your heart breaks. 

You pick up a distant rumble of thunder, and Childe yelps in fear, wrapping his claws around you and pressing his face into your side, trembling. Your fingers stroke through his hair, running down the sides of his face and horns, and his sobs die to labored breathing as exhaustion finally overtakes him and lets his body relax.

You remember the day the ocean poured down from the sky. It was now, in a dark room with a pinprick flame of light, holding the consequences of the Abyss.

[lady-ragnvindr]

Deadly Qingxin

Warnings:Angst

(Y/N is the archon of light and life)

"Everyone living being is born with a mark on their body some see it as a curse and some see it as a blessing but whether it's a curse or blessing depends on the person

These marks are called soulmate marks

For one to find their soulmate is a blessing but some people can go a life time without their soulmate

For the people who think of it as a curse are because......

Well everyone's mark starts of colorful

But if a mark cracks,fades or turns black one can assume the worst

When a mark fades it means ones soulmate no longer exist

If ones mark cracks it means ones soulmate has given up on the search

And last of all and possibly the worst if ones mark turns black......it means their soulmate has found another love

It's bad because the other soulmate would know when their marks turns black a sudden pain would erupt through ones body

Some people are lucky and it only hurts for a while..........

And some are not so lucky they get a disease from this...............

The disease of broken heart

Hanahaki disease

It causes the victim to spit up their soulmates favourite flower and the flowers will manifest on their body and coughing up flowers would become more violent and soon the flowers would suffocate from them

The only way to stop the flowers are if the victim finds their soulmate and the soulmate accepts their feelings but the feelings have to be real or it won't work

Some have died from this heart aching disease and it's truly sad".

"W-well Miss Y/N"

"Hm yes Hikari"

You ask the young abyss mage

"Are you ok?"

"Hm? Of course I'm ok why wouldn't I be?"

"W-well you have a black mark on your back"

"Pft-"

Aether spat out his drink

"What!"

You fake a smile and look at Hikari

"Yes Hikari I'm fine I'm one of the lucky few who didn't get the disease"

"Phew for a sec I thought you were gonna die"

Aether said with relief

"Well no I guess I'm just lucky huh"

You suddenly wince as you feel the familiar wave coming up your throat

"I'm sorry Aether but I have to go"

"What? But you just got here"

Aether had noticed you wince in pain and was now suspicious

"I truly regret that our meeting has been cut short but I have to go"

You get up and try to walk away when you feel some grab your wrist

"Wait"

You look back to see it was Aether who had grabbed your wrist you feel the wave in your throat rising so you struggle

"Why are you trying to leave so early?"

"Aether stop I need to no now"

"But why-!"

You fall down as a violent coughing erupts from your throat

Qingxin petals and buds and blood starts to pool out of your mouth

"Y/N!"

"MISS Y/N!"

Aether hold your arm to support you

As your violent coughing quiets down Aether sets you down by the tree

You take a few deep breaths and then look up at Aether he looked worried

"W-well I guess I own you and explanation"

"You sure do"

So you explained to him about your condition

".......C-can you tell me who is your soulmate.....or have you even met them yet"

"........"

"I-I have met them and I know where they are"

"Well why haven't you told them?"

"I-They look happy and I don't want to ruin it for them"

"Y/N!Your gonna die if you don't tell them"

"..............."

Aether sighs

"Look I'm sorry I just care for you ok Hikari could you please leave us alone so we can talk"

"O-ok my prince"

As Hikari leaves you ask Aether a question

"Aether do you want your sister to be happy?"

Aether looks at you

"Of course I do!"

"Then I can't talk to my soulmate"

"What!Why!?"

Silence envelopes you both

"Xiao"

"What?"

"My soulmate is Xiao"

"Xiao Xiao Xiao Xia-......... isn't Lumine dating Xiao"

"Yeh yeh she is"

"............"

"Here let me show you my mark"

You turn around and pull the neck of your dress down

Aether looks and see a mark

It looked like a Yaksha mask with wind spinning around it

"I-"

"I wish I could help you"

"Heh it's ok Aether you being friends with me is enough"

"........Does anyone else know?"

"Yeh Rex lapis the other adepti and Venti know they all know except for Xiao"

"................."

"It's ok their is nothing you could do about it Aether all I want is to spend my last few months with you"

"..........Y-Your wish is my command"

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2 months later

"Hey Y/N look I cooked you some Veggie radish soup please try it"

"Ok ok Aether let me try it"

"Mmm it's really good Aether"

"Glad you like it"

As you ate Aether started to think

Y/N has been getting weaker over the last two months she has lost her sense of sight as the flowers have covered her eyes she can barely stand and her coughing has become more and more frequent I'm not sure how much time she has left at this point I don't care about Lumine and I just want Y/N to confess to Xiao

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6 months later

"Ok Y/N we're here"

As Aether lower you carefully onto the ground you felt flowe petals brush you skin and their sweet scent flood your nose

"Thank you Aether"

"It's no big deal"

As the felt the wind pick up the petals seem to brush against your skin as you felt the cool wind and the warm sunshine on your skin

Aether watched he was mesmerised by your beauty as the sun shined down on you and your hair flowed behind you even with flowers covering your skin you still looked beautiful perhaps even more with the flowers

Everything was peaceful for a few minutes

Then suddenly you started coughing

"Y/N"

Aether rushes to your side and takes your hand

You feel the warm blood on your hand

"Well Aether it seems like my time has come"

"Y/N no we still have time"

"Aether it was nice to get to know you"

"Y/N don't say that"

"I'm glad I met you"

"Y/N your no gonna die"

"I loved spending these last few months with you"

"Y/N!"

"I'm glad I spend my last few moments with you"

"NO!"

"!"

"NO NO NO NO NO IT WASN'T MEANT TO END THIS WAY YOU CANT DIE"

Your hand carefully finds its way to Aethers face as you caress it you say

"Aether......no one lives forever even god's can't do that"

"B-But this is to soon"

"Aether please I want this so please respect my wishes"

".........."

"Aether?"

"............"

"Aether"

".......fine if it's what you want"

"Thank you"

You suddenly use the last of your strength to sit up and kiss Aether on the forehead

"I'm glad I met you"

As you fall back Aether catches your body

"Y/N"

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It was as if the heavens grieved as well for it started to rain as the animals who had witnessed this dipped their heads

The wolves howled and the birds cried for the blonde male and h/c female in the middle of the flower field

They blonde male who usually had a smile on his face and was always cheerful no longer smiled his face was now covered in tears as the rain poured down his face

The whole world was grieving for the little h/c girl

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"Well Life it seems as if your time was cut short............way to short since your time was not meant to come yet Life I will allow you to go back to the living realm since I will also have mercy on the poor boys soul though you might not reincarnate in your own body or have your memories you will find out who you are as you travel so please Life...................please find me in the lit realm I will wait for you"

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As the world grieved no one noticed a f/c crack in the distance

Deadly Qingxin part 1 complete

So yeh this is gonna be a series that I might or might not continue it kinda depends on the readers if they want my to continue I will if no one request for more I'll just probably drop it but anyways this is for you the series is gonna lead up to a NSFW chapter at some point but for now this is gonna be a series stayed tuned if you want to see more

-Ender

Ohhhh this is an interesting take on the soul mate thing 👍 🤔

Yall better give support to these bcz I wanna know more 😤

[lunawritesfics]

The Chasm's Inner Hell, a Firsthand Account

To my beloved friend, with whom I have a story to share.

Surrounded by malevolent manifestations of chaotic energy, deceitful illusions, and a fatigued Itto, hope started to grow dim. The original investigative excursion began only days prior to this mess. Yanfei had told me about the critical piece of evidence she seeked—a compass—but little did we know how crucial that item would be in that moment. It's been what, 3 or so days without sustenance now? Yelan's ancestors' compass, apart from the grander illusatory compass, is the only thing that stood in the way of our quiet demise in the Chasm, and freedom.

Some more time had passed, and some more events unfolded. The group had encountered a separated Xiao through a mystical portal, I saw a hallucination of my lost brother, and Yelan deciphered Boyang's fate through some clues. It was around this time that the flow of time really began to feel stagnant. The leads had all became as dead as we thought we would be soon. Was there even a way out? Or were we but more victims for the malicious Chasm to claim? Despair must've been hitting Paimon especially hard. In that moment, she knocked the Fantastic Compass down in a panic. It was weird though; it seemed to react to Yelan and Xiao's energies. Perhaps there was hope after all.

Without a second thought, Xiao began lending his abilities for the greater good of the group. The compass responded to this, and produced a platform with which we could ride to the top. With Xiao at the center, Yelan, Shinobu, Yanfei, Itto, Paimon, Ushi, and I began our ascent. The Chasm begged to differ, however. Abyys manifestations started overwhelming our platform and fighting forces. Itto was still out for the count, and Xiao was growing regretful by futiley watching our desperate struggle. It was then that a blanket of Anemo energy surrounded each individual, apart from Xiao. A harsh wintery gale—bitter yet melancholic in form—revealed what was going on.

This was his sacrifice; Xiao's sacrifice. He had always lived a life of underappreciation. Fighting for the the protection of a humanity who will never know his sacrifices. Serving others without receiving so much as a 'thank you'. He'd always been a person who lived for others, and now he was fully prepared to die for them; for us. It was in this brief instant that I realized how much I wished Xiao had lived for himself, even just a little bit. No one deserves more happiness than him, and yet he is the most lacking of us all. We reacted in protest, but at that point we had already reached the top without our adepti friend... or so we thought.

I write this letter to offer my experience and gratitude. It may have been nothing but a snap of the finger to you, but you saved Xiao of his untimely death, apart from sparing us the heartbreak of losing a friend. It's something I feel the words 'thank you' could never encapsulate, and yet, I will formally say them to show my respect to you.

Thank you, Zhongli.

— The Traveller

This was something I wrote for the Genshin Impact #EndlessMemories event that I was pleased enough with to share here ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡ I thought the idea of writing about a fictional event from your perspective sounded really cool, so I was glad with how this turned out!! It kinda seems like I'm teetering on the verge of self inserts LOL but I definitely want to try this again with other things in the future <333

[teyvattherapist]

Ohm Ambros | Stories

Character Details

Ohm Ambros is the eldest son and heir to the Ambros clan of Inazuma. While the clan has since lost its greatness with the passing of his parents and remaining family, Ohm remains a proud member of the family name.

As a child he and his brother were sent away to an unknown academy to study for a period of time, the school is something Ohm no longer speaks about.

These days the Medical Captain of Mondstadt is far more focused on various expeditions to every corner of Teyvat and upholding his duties within Mondstadt. As such, his door is open at all hours for care.

Story 1

If one were to listen to the chattier members of the Adventurers’ Guild, they’d hear whispers of somebody known as the Favoured Moon of Mondstadt. A bit of a local legend, based off of an old Inazuman fairytale.

The Favoured Moon is none other than the Knights’ own Medical Captain, Ohm Ambros. A title subscribed to him by a family legacy he somehow manages to upkeep along with his regular duties.

There is debate, of course, whether or not it's just a title or if the things of the fairytale are real. But if one were to watch close enough, the way Ohm makes friends wherever he goes, securing favours in the forms of connections and artifacts, in the forms of promises and wishes to be kept. Even in the way he gets anybody and everybody to trust him with that charming smile.

Perhaps.. There is something more to the supposed fairytale his extra title comes from.

Story 2

If one were to stand close enough to Ohm, they’d find he always smells of mint. And if they ask him about it, he’ll produce a fresh mint plant with a smile. How or where he acquired it will somehow always be a mystery.

It’s rare for Ohm to speak about himself, he’ll say it's because he thinks he’s boring. But it's the times he claims such he’ll rake his fingers through his hair with a smile, an unfortunate tell of nervousness.

Those who are close enough to the doctor are the brothers he grew up with when he was young. Though the three of them rarely talk of one another, there’s a silent agreement between them to bury the past. And so they have.

Ohm is an enigma to many, but a very constant and open person to others. He manages this flawlessly and without very much effort. All he cares about is the appearance he has personally handcrafted.

Story 3

When Ohm was five he had already shown great potential in the art of alchemy. His brother was not far behind. And when he was ten they were sent away to Snezhnaya in an undisclosed location to study it.

And yet, he no longer practices the art of alchemy. Many have asked why, given his incredible proficiency in the art. He has never given a straight answer. But sometimes when he produces mint flawlessly, or he always has a flower on hand for the children of Mondstadt, one can get a glimpse of his skill.

The first year of studying he came back for the holidays, and then he was shipped away again. This was the last time he had seen his parents. And it wouldn’t be until he returned three years later alone would he get news of their untimely passing, following the passing of his brother.

This devastated the teenager further and he vowed to never touch alchemy again despite his ability to bring life from nothing. Ohm doesn’t talk about the academy or just what exactly he studied. Nor does he speak of his brother. No he much preferred his mother’s chipped old blade to the gentle alchemical process.

“If I can’t bring them back what’s the point of alchemy?” He had once asked Master Crepus, the father of his friends. He was never questioned again on his lack of use. It became a quiet promise from the town of Mondstadt, due to their inability to find him and inform him, that they wouldn’t ask again.

Story 4

When Ohm was only fifteen he disappeared from Mondstadt for several months. Though he did not speak of what he did while away for such a long time, he came back with markings that raised a lot of questions from those close enough to ask him.

And though he did not answer these questions with anything more than a shrug, he also displayed a new set of abilities that he couldn’t particularly hide. The ability to blink from one location to the other was new, but so was his sudden want to join the Knights of Favonius.

Ohm had been imbued with adeptal energy, something most mortals struggle to contain. Though the extent of these abilities has yet to be tested by the captain, it can be assumed the power he now wields is rather great.

However this has also left him with a lasting curse, too. A karmic debt that often only afflicted the Adepti, seems to have begun to dig its claws into him, too. For a mortal he manages it well. But he also has to wonder when the day he may fall to the darkness might come.

When he was twenty he was left with a package at the Knights’ Headquarters, a mask that resembled one of the Inazuman kitsune masks he had seen when he was a child. The white mask and the familiar blue markings it holds is his most physical tie to the debt he signed a contract for.

Story 5

To those of Mondstadt, the Ambros family name means little more than a sad tale in the nation's long book. However, in a now closed off nation, the Ambros clan were once feared and respected for their gifts. Favoured by Celestia, they brought great pride to their village. Now.. The family line has dwindled down to two, a stark disappointment to the once great clan.

The Ambros clan were said to have been favoured long before the purview of the Seven, long before Teyvat was formed. Some say they were mortals, others say they descend from the Divine. Their legacy washed away with the passing of time has left only a storybook in its wake, a storybook with more questions than answers.

And a book that his father read a hundred times. “Remember what I always say, boys?” “We can change our own destiny.” Older now, he knows better. Destiny is impossible to change, fate is already woven in the threads of time and space. Celestia will take what they will, and the clan has always been at the forefront of that.

Ohm Ambros carries the family legacy on his own these days, unsure of what to do with it given he wasn’t told so much as how it works. And yet he has still managed to be the most accomplished Ambros, favours from nations far and wide, small and large.

He’s accomplished favours from three of the current Seven, very few can say the same, and certainly nobody in his family line.

Wildflowers

There are many lives, Ohm Ambros has failed to save. They hang on him like thorns in his skin. He remembers their faces and if they had names, he remembered those too. A curse to never forget anybody who he couldn’t protect. His brother, his parents, friends, and strangers. He remembered them all.

He’s often told not to worry about it, that some people can’t be saved, some wounds are too grievous, mentally and physically. But for every single one, he places a wild flower on the graves of his parents.

Especially those forgotten by the world around them. It was no secret that he treated anybody who came to his door, no matter who they may be. Sometimes he found out information, but he always helped them. He had carefully crafted it to be in his nature to help others, because not everybody can choose the path they may be on.

There are many he knows would not be taken kindly by the Church, and that’s why they come to him. And for the ones he cannot save, for the people forgotten and thrown away there is another wildflower. For the adventurers who come to him in the storms, his home closer than the city, for those who die exploring or protecting his home, there is another wildflower. For the civilians attacked or too sick to go on, there is another wildflower.

But it isn’t just those he’s failed to save, those whose lives snuffed out by his hands he made sure to honour, too. He was taught to honour those who have passed as a child, and he kept the traditions of his family.

And with his arms full of flowers and his heart feeling heavier with every step he takes, he places them on cracked tombstones in an undisclosed cemetery. He never stays for long, he has already said his goodbyes.

Vision

When Ohm had visited that first year during his academy time, he had turned a handful of snow into a small fox, much to the delight of his brother and friends. He had turned a decaying piece of grass into a proud very alive mint plant. He had no problem showing off his ability to create life to his friends and family.

But when he returned home alone, hand brushing over the scar on his mouth gained from escaping the academy, the city did not regard him well. Stares followed him everywhere he went and their whispers were like a suffocating coat.

Lisa, the young Librarian for the Knights of Favonius was the one to bring him back to his home, avoiding his questions like the plague until she unlocked the door to his small family home, ushering him inside and out of the snow. It was here he noticed something was terribly wrong.

A layer of dust on everything, it was dark and cold, and nobody was home. Nobody had been home for two years. He found out two years afterwards that his parents had been murdered in cold blood, their killer never caught. Her words of sympathy fell on deaf ears as his already cracked world shattered entirely and she was asked to leave.

Young and alone in a world that he didn’t know anymore, there was a snowstorm that night. One of the worst ones the nation of Mondstadt would ever see. It ravaged the land, destroyed everything in its wake. The storm lasted a full week before subsiding to light snow just in time for the holidays.

It was during that storm that Ohm received his vision, a cryo vision clutched in his hand, the house destroyed by frost from the inside out. He hasn’t felt the bite of cold since, either. Nobody would outright say it. But it would always be thought that the storm was caused by a young boy’s anger and sadness.

For him, his vision is a curse. A curse of the frost invading his lungs and the ice surrounding his heart. For now, he may be kind, he wasn’t always. His karmic debt is great and his heart hangs heavy. He had never asked for what so many others wish for. And if it were up to him, he would have stayed at that academy. Where he may have known where his brother is. Where he may have been angry at his parents for abandoning them, he would at least have been free of the sadness that plagues his heart to this day.