#there have been times in genshin !! where it was just. a ghost …. a memory …… is there enough of him left there to truly bring him back ?

[lanternlightss]

Playable Decarabian. What vision/weapon would he have? Four star or five star? What type of playstyle (healer, buffer, dps etc) would he have. What would his outfit look like. Would his general appearance/personality be the same as it was pre-the rebellion happening or would he pull a Wanderer and completely change his name, appearance, etc and pretend to be someone else? How would he come back to life in the first place? If he has a vision, how would he have obtained it? What would some of his voicelines be? Etc etc

(This is all hypothetical, as far as we know he won’t be playable (anytime soon))

TRUE !!!!!!! i mean, (stares intently at the sigils put in place in decarabian’s tower) there is always a possibility …… that Something is still lurking down there …. something to be able to pull back from the dead perhaps

honestly ,,, could very well see him with an anemo vision, or maybe even an electro or hydro vision ? those ones seem to fit him best (and the shenanigans with having an anemo vision, and having the god of anemo being that same wisp who helped your people overthrow you)—and, also, Very much could see celestia throwing him a vision as fast as possible ,,, a dead god, back ?? after all this time ?? oh dear. maybe its meant to limit him ? harness his powers “better,” or to keep more of an eye on him ?

DECARABIAN BEING LIKE WANDERER !!! that would be SO interesting !! to have an entire quest dedicated to him, to looking back at the past, to be able to see each and every single thought that went into his decisions, why it is that he did what he did… urgh, that’d be an amazing way to get inside his head, to know him more !! though i wonder if he would want to go by a different name …. the people of mond don’t even call his tower by that name anymore, do they..

really hope if he had voicelines, it would give us more insight to perhaps !! his fight with andrius, his love for amos, his people, his thoughts of the gods now, how they rule over their respective lands ,,,,, and, most importantly (/lh), his food preferences. what would his reactions be to getting a bad gift ,,,, “you may have. a different calling, in mind.”

[allfearstofallto]

Day of the Wedding

Yandere! Genshin Men x Fem! Reader

Ft: Diluc, Childe, Scaramouche

Forced Marriage AU

TW: Yandere Themes, Forced(?) Alcohol Consumption

AN: I checked today and I have 900 followers??? That's actually insane!!! This is what I've got to offer I guess!!

Diluc

Who wouldn't cry tears of joy when marrying the most desired bachelor of Mondstadt? That's what people thought when they saw you dressed from head to toe in pure white, the only thing throwing your princess attire off being your smeared makeup. Your eyes, so red and puffy, had mascara running down your cheeks. Black tears staining your face.

Despite the way you looked, you still forced a smile. It was a small wedding, containing only those close to the both of you, but your family couldn't help, but wonder why you chose to stay close under your newly wed husband, almost seeming afraid to talk to them.

When the vows were spoken, you could barely get the words out. Your voice shaking through sobs as your tears fell upon the page of written notes, eventually making the ink leak and becoming ineligible. You still spoke your I Do’s, followed by him lifting your veil and kissing you right upon your lips. His hand snaked around your waist and the other held your head in place. But you, you stood there stiffly, like kissing him had made you turn into stone.

Diluc pulled away with a smile, his mouth stained with a slight tint of your lipstick. He walked you back down the aisle, with the crowd throwing rice and cheering. On the happiest day of your life where you were supposed to be looking forward ahead of you, you just kept looking back, hoping that your family could see the distress in your eyes, though they never did.

Childe

So many of Childe's siblings and cousins and aunts and uncles came to the wedding, but not a single one of your family members joined you.

“She's not close to her family,” he'd say, holding on to your waist with a threatening hand. That was a lie. You loved your family. You saw them often, at least, you did before the day you abruptly decided to move to Snezhnaya without a word to them. You hadn't seen them since and they didn't know where to send letters, you were essentially a ghost of their past. Your memory haunted them daily as they missed you dearly and you missed them too.

The wedding lasted days and days. A surprise to even you, but apparently that's tradition. Games and singing. There was dancing happening for what felt like hours. And drinking. So so so much drinking. With a feast that spanned almost an entire table, there was an abundance of alcohol to match.

You could hardly keep up with the festivities. In an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people being wed to a man you thought you knew. Childe wouldn't let you show your discomfort on your face, meeting your lips with a glass of whatever he was drinking, you'd gulp down even more and fall into that drunken dizziness. When the wedding ended, you don't exactly remember. It all became a blur near the end. But you remember waking up to Childe laying you down in bed, placing a kiss on your forehead and whispering words of praise to you that would've been comforting, had it not been for who he was.

Scaramouche

He always adored the way you looked in kimono. Today was no different. The pure white silk draped over your body was by far the nicest one he'd gifted you. Dolled up in traditional make-up, you felt so stiff with your now decadent appearance.

You'd feel less scared if he wasn't still wearing that same glare. That same look of anger and disappointment. Even though it was just the two of you in the room, you him and the officiant who would wed the two of you, he still glared at the man like one mistake would kill him. And it probably would.

Your hand shook as you picked up what looked to be the tea pot, something he made you practice time and time again to prepare just for today. Getting it wrong today would mean facing his wrath later, yet you still shook while pouring it into the small bowl. You watched with a pounding heart as you managed to spill some, dripping onto the floor and sinking between the wood.

Meeting his gaze and preparing for a scolding, you instead saw him lightly chuckle. Seldom did he smile and even more rare than that, did he actually laugh. The sight was even scarier than his usual glares, somehow his joy made him seem even more menacing.

“I expected this much from you,” he whispered into the silence. His nimble fingers gripped the rim of the bowl and he brought it to your lips, making you take a sip of the warm alcohol. It was bitter and disgusting, just as you'd remembered. When you swallowed your sip, he took one right after you, finishing off what was left in the dish, then sitting it to the side again.

Your names were signed onto a piece of parchment, a wedding document written in traditional Inazuma script. You couldn't read a word of it, but there was no worse contract than the one that said you'd be his lawfully wedded wife.

Scaramouche held your hand as the two of you walked out of the shrine, his fingers cold and his grip tight. It was such a beautiful day out. That was all you could think about as you were walked back to his carriage which would take you to his home. Your last day as a truly free woman, you were glad it was beautiful.

[celestoria]

Genshin Impact (Taylor’s Version)

Tags: SFW with semi-angst Characters: Scaramouche, Zhongli, Kaeya, Lyney

Scaramouche (The Way I Loved You)

I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain // it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name // So in love that I acted insane // And that's the way I loved you // Breaking down and coming undone // It's a roller coaster kind of rush // And I never knew I could feel that much // And that's the way I loved you.

Loving you was so frustrating…yet so addicting.

Scaramouche had a complicated way of showing his feelings towards other people and always rubbed them the wrong way. However, you didn’t give up.

You noticed how the same lips that mumbled disdainful complaints were the same ones that would kiss you so passionately under the pale moonlight. His hands that would brutally throw a fight when needed are the same ones that would hold you delicately as he leads you to a secret spot only the two of you know.

Sure, there are times when you wouldn’t meet eye to eye, but in the end, no word would mean as much to him compared to the first time you told him you'll never leave him. Scaramouche felt so alive since he fell in love with you and he would never trade it for the world.

Zhongli (Wildest Dreams)

Say you'll remember me // Standing in a nice dress // Staring at the sunset, babe // Red lips and rosy cheeks // Say you'll see me again // Even if it's just in your wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha // Wildest dreams, ah-ah, ha

Times of old may be memories of the past but those moments shall never be forgotten.

How long has it been since he last saw you? A month? A decade? Centuries? It all feels the same when you’ve lived for 5000 years.

Still, he can’t bear to forget every bit of you, even if it pains him to reminisce about the days you called him yours. He loved how your hair flowed with the wind the first day you met each other during a busy day at the harbor, the distinct scent of your favorite perfume that could easily make his head turn, and even that beautiful shade of red that often smudged on the side of his neck whenever you were going out.

Sometimes your ghost haunts him in his dreams, but alas it was just a figment of his imagination playing what could have been if life was a little bit kinder to the both of you. But if everything is just one Samsara cycle playing over and over again, he promises to love every one of them until Teyvat and Celestia itself ceases.

Kaeya (Cruel Summer)

I'm drunk in the back of the car // And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh) // Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true // I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you // And I snuck in through the garden gate // Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh) // And I screamed for whatever it's worth // "I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

Everyone has their fair share of secrets, and Kaeya was no exception.

But he kept them buried where no one would find them. Like the last time he opened up about his deepest, darkest secret to someone he trusted, Kaeya fears you’ll push him away once he finally comes undone in front of you.

However, it was such a pain to keep things like that. Always yearning for you but never having you. Brave is the kindest word you can call a fool, so call him the most foolish man on earth when he poured his heart confessing to you how much his heart aches for you like it's his guilty pleasure.

He was ready for rejection to kick him in the guts like a horse, but instead, he was meat with your flushed cheeks and warm smile. To him, he felt like he was confessing shame, but to you, it was the few words you always wanted him to say.

The weight of pining finally fell off his shoulders, freed with the knowledge you always felt the same way for him. Kaeya’s thankful that even though luck often refused to be on his side, it gave him this small chance to find something sweet to make everything seem a little less cruel.

Lyney (Today was a Fairytale)

But can you feel this magic in the air? // It must have been the way you kissed me // Fell in love when I saw you standing there // It must have been the way // Today was a fairytale

To him, loving you felt like a romance novel, always making his heart flutter like the wings of doves flying out of his hat. It must have been love at first sight, the way your enthusiastic, wide-eyed smile became enthralled with his street performances as you stood amongst the crowd.

How lucky he is that fate allowed him to have someone always by his side. Though he was the magician between the two of you, you were always the one taking his breath with whatever you had to offer.

You seem to know how to make his gloomy days a little bright with a bright smile, how to make the simplest gifts feel like the grandest gestures with him, and how to make real life feel like a fairytale that he thought would only be possible in children’s books. The sun always seems to be burning on his cheeks whenever you try to kiss him.

Even though he knows every magic trick there is, how in the world he managed to pull such a beautiful person like you will always remain a mystery to him. That must be destiny’s own little magic, he guessed — always finding a way to let two people tied with a red string of faith find each other in a chaotic mess of a world.

[dummie-writes]

the party walkers

self insert .✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* school bus graveyard

words: 2.21k

next part: a rescue mission

note: hot minute, hey guys, this is my first time writing for school bus graveyard! currently, it's probably my favorite webtoon (that being said, all my other favorites are on hiatus, so, yk. that's that.) if you followed me for genshin one shots, I just wanna let you know I'm NOT gonna stop writing them, permanently at least. I haven't been able to fixate on genshin for a bit because the app is too big for my phone and trying to play on my computer kills me inside. hope you enjoy, also things prooobably aren't gonna be perfect, lol, I'm going off memory of the first chapter/s

content: self insert for sbc, uh, go read that first, I don't think I'll end up including anything (at least, not here) that needs extra trigger warnings. long term, it's a tyler x reader, maybe, idk, but regardless I don't plan on starting that for a bit.

i. a demon inside of my skin

you hadn't been in "the room where it happened", so to speak. actually, you didn't know what everyone else was dealing with for about a week after savannah, because you thought you were having batshit crazy nightmares! your hotel room was a good bit further away from everyone else's that first night, and after making a run for it into a room and barricading yourself in, you thought that would be the end of it. everyone did, didn't they?

and then, you went home. warm bed, soft blanket, box fan running in the background while you scrolled through various social media apps. it was nearing midnight, but that wasn't new for you. the early morning hours were your friend, the moon a sibling by your teenage years. not unique, sure, but that was the reality of that situation. a small shiver tickles your spine as you remember the night mare last night brought you, your fingertips ghosting the spot on your knuckle where you had banged it and broken your finger in that dream. it was even sore when you woke up. sometimes, nightmares were like that though. sometimes people woke up gasping for air after drowning in their sleep, or craving cigars after being a smoker in their dreams. sore knuckles weren't that far off.

it was like a flash; one moment, you were watching a college aged blonde talk about the type of oils she used for her long, silky, soft hair, and the next, the sky from out your window was a bleeding carmine. there was a loud silence, no wind, no rain, no box fan or phone.

then, again, you heard it. click, click, click. chatter, chatter, chatter. okay. cool. another nightmare. fun and fantastic.

shooting out of your sheets, your index finger throbbed, sparing a second and glancing at it revealed purple spots upon green bruises splotched along your hand. curling your finger inward hurt, but was possible. making a fist around your blanket, you threw it as hard as possible off of you, hoping to distract whatever was making the noise. it did not have the desired affect, and flew a couple feet before expanding and landing softly on the floor. that didn't matter, you were already on your feet and they were thudding to your door before you were aware of what was going on, scrambling on the carpet of your bedroom as you heard skitter like movements from where your eyes couldn't catch the gray, uncanny human-like figure making its way toward you on all fours. it was fast. way, way too fast. the undignified squeal you released as you yanked open your door turned into a gravelly scream of both terror and agony when you slid through, slamming the door shut before you, a blackened finger along with it. it didn't fall to the floor, but instead was hanging painfully out of your back, right under your shoulder blade. like a when a plank of wood splinters, but has enough fibers to hang off and out of the main piece and bobs back and forth. except you're not a piece of wood, and you have to not scream right now.

you feel nausea drinking its way into your chest, but adrenaline pushes it to a back burner as a need to survive pulses in your brain. grabbing a random shoe, a picture frame from off the wall, and a small ball which were left on the floor earlier, you throw them in another direction and hope it sounds enough like footsteps that when you get into the bathroom, whatever that thing is doesn't try to follow you in there.

the balls of your feet aren't much quieter than your whole foot, but they'll have to do as you nearly slam the bathroom door, stop yourself in the knick of time to edge it closed instead, and lock it. for the first time in your entire life, you internally thank your parents that you didn't get that house with the skylight in the bathroom.

now, you hold your breath. the creaking of the floors beneath your cheap carpet tells you that that thing, that monster, that whatever-it-is, is passing by. your fingers shake as you cover your mouth with one hand, the other cupping your nose as you try desperately to slow and quiet your breathing. unfortunately, the racing of your heart isn't helping, and neither is the recognition of that wound that craved up your back so nicely. again, your stomach turns. you don't have time to deal with that right now, even if you can feel blood dripping down your back and throbbing which matches your heartbeat.

click, click, thump, thump. the shadow from the light outside darkens, two fuzzy shadows before the door. silence. praying.

click, click. click. it slowly, slowly, drags its hideous feet away from the door.

you can't breathe for another minute, and the instant you do, it comes out as a heave. your eyes go wide as you scramble toward the bathtub, making it just in time to spill your guts. after emptying your stomach, you pull away with watery eyes and a raw throat, coughing a couple times. you feel a little bit better, as you usually do after throwing up, but that won't last. also, you need water, and that means looking in the mirror if you don't wanna be loud. but for right now, you just need to lay down for a moment. just breathe. you're so, so light headed. you had only just woken up, and this all felt so real. the pain in your hand and in your back. the scratchy stinging you feel up your esophagus. the exhaustion pawing under your eyes as you start to lean backward;

except, you can't, and when you try that, you only shoot straight up and nearly puke all over again. thankfully, this time, the finger actually falls out of your back.

"𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯."

you can reach the majority of the wound if you really reach. it won't be perfect, but you should be able to get it properly clean and bandaged with the first aid kit your family keeps in the bathroom. you don't really know how to clean a wound this big, though. will you need stitches? the only real way to know is to look at it, even if you aren't really ready to do so.

"𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭."

the thought came to you before you even moved from your spot on the floor. oh, yeah. that's right. you're asleep.

...

huh. most dreams feel a little more, don't know. dreamy?? if this is a dream, candy is going to start raining from the sky right now.

right now. here.

𝘯𝘰𝘸, you think, looking up at the ceiling half heartedly. alright, if this was a nightmare, it was a really weird horrible one. and also, you'd rather not push your luck at this point. so, mirror it is. ignoring the pit of panic welling in your chest, you push yourself to your feet, and tip toe to the kitchen sink. you stare at the faucet, and then force your eyes upward. your hair is frazzled, and there are white specks along the corners of your mouth. and then, you turn around. your jaw tightens when you see the open wound, your nightshirt torn open and revealing tattered, aggressive flesh beneath it. that thing probably cut you to the bone. hopefully, because there is in fact a bone there, it didn't hit any organs. you can breathe fine, so your lung didn't seem all too punctured. it's just ugly. ugly and painful.

cleaning it is the first step, and you're just thankful that despite the fact that you stupidly, stupidly, stupidly dumped isopropyl alcohol onto it in hopes of doing so (for a second, before the burning, you felt a little uncomfortable. and then it hit, you nearly cracked your tooth from biting down so hard), it's over with.

a week later, you find yourself in class, rubbing sleepiness from your eyes. so, long story short, that wasn't a dream, and something is horribly wrong. you waking up to a long scab running down your shoulder blade told you that much. and things were about to get a lot worse. in the real world, that is.

"sir, please. they do literally nothing. they just sit there all spaced out, rubbing their eyes. it's like they aren't even trying for this project!" brandy, your classmate begs in a hushed tone. as annoying as the brunette could be at times, she wasn't wrong. a pang in your chest as you think of possibly making it so that the other members of your group protect fail because you are too tired to do your part. god, sorry brenda, you're too busy trying to huddle up in a bathroom all night and take care of a wound that isn't healing for some reason, all while praying that the thing that chased you in there and will probably kill you, doesn't murder you. but she's still not wrong. and it isn't like she knows that, because you have something seriously wrong with you. it's not her fault, and she shouldn't have to pay for you being crazy.

"mr. thomas," you quietly call, rubbing your elbow uncomfortably as you stare at the floor. you can see brandy pause from the corner of your eye, and you think there's even a sorry expression on her face. even if she was annoying, she clearly hadn't thought you heard that. and she had a right to be upset.

"I would like to change groups, if, um, possible."

there's a pause, and from your peripheral view, you can see your teacher and classmate motioning at each other, her probably trying to convince him to let you do so. a small thump, and then a sigh. "alright. I'm going to put you with ashlyn's group. "

as a redhead from across the room pops up and looks around, mr. thomas looks through a few pieces of paper, crossing something off with his pen. he didn't say it out loud, and frankly, he didn't have to. that was the group in the class that was also failing, so, you being in it wouldn't have much of an impact anyway. at least you wouldn't sink the whole ship all by yourself. was it smart, as a teacher? no. he probably should have put you with a tutor or something. looking up at mr. thomas as you nod and collect your things from your desk reveals an, in fact, apologetic eyed brandy. she mouths a "thank you", and you nod in return. you would drag your chair to their little group later, first, you should go introduce yourself, and hope they don't kick you out.

the bright blonde of the group catches you with his eyes before anyone else. you can hear him say something, and the rest of them stop talking and turn to look at you as you awkwardly walk over. their eyes are so piercing, it's making you uncomfortable.

"can we help you?" a brunette asks, tilting her head up to look at you. her tone carries no malice, just curiosity. makes you feel a little bit better.

"I'm so sorry to ask this, if you guys don't want me in your project I'll go ask if I can be alone or join another group or something, it's not a big deal. I'm having issues with my part of the project, and it's affecting everyone else's work in my group. so they were wondering if I could join in with you guys."

they all share a really weird look with each other, like they're talking telepathically or something. a tense moment passes, and two members speak up at the same time.

"yeah sure lol."

"fuck no."

"tyler! be nice! besides, we probably need someone who actually knows what's going on in this class!"

"didn't she just say she was having issues with her work? it's not like she's going to add much."

"to be fair, I don't think any of us are doing all too great on the work anyway."

you feel the need to clarify, mainly to get this over with. "I'm not really having trouble with the work. I'm just not doing it. I'm having sleeping issues, again, not a big deal if you don't want me to join."

they all stop, and look at you again. the redheaded one narrows her eyes, letting the braid she was messing with fall to her lap. her and the boy next to the brunette girl who asked you a question - actually, now that you're up close and looking at him, that looks like one of the boys on the baseball team. didn't she call him tyler? like tyler hernandez? huh. you didn't even realize you guys shared this class.

"what kind of nightmares have you been having?" the blonde asks, looking at who you're starting to assume is ashlyn. they have a staring contest of sorts while you start to answer. "oh, just weird ones. like, ones with monsters... and stuff..."

you didn't say anything about nightmares.

he looks at you again, a cat like grin on his face. "I think you should sit down. "

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

next part: a rescue mission

[foxwitchaine]

Bright Heavens Institute - A TWST Fan Game

So, it's been a while since I last made the announcement that I was doing a TWST fan game. Has it already been over seven months? Wow, time flies. Unfortunately, due to outside circumstances, I'll be taking the Patreon page down. I'm bummed, yeah, but it's not like it wasn't a learning experience in itself. If anything, I learned I had to plan it out a little better than I did, the fan game itself included.

This does not mean the game is being canceled. Oh, no. Far from it. I'm simply taking some time to reorganize my thoughts, establish a skeleton, and figure out where to go from there. I'll be six feet below the ground before I even think about cancelling this game, and even then I'll find a way to become a ghost and finish it. I'll be nice and share the post I made for those who didn't get to see it, though.

Copied from original Patreon post, with references to Patreon removed:

Hello hello! Fox Witch Aine/Aine Hayes, here. This is a solo project I am working on aside from Miraculous Ladybug, Genshin Impact, and Honkai: Star Rail. It is an entirely nonprofit project done solely out of passion and not for monetary gain. Not like I can even get away with that, with how draconian Disney is about their IPs.

But!

It would actually be pretty nice to share and stoke excitement for this project, as it's become near and dear to my heart. It would mean so much to me if word got out that there's a Twisted Wonderland fan game with an original soundtrack, beautiful Live2D models done in the style of the main game with gorgeous original designs, and a compelling story featuring seven playable characters.

That's right. Seven playable characters. While the game's writing is still in the planning phase (I've since constructed a working plot skeleton), I have a solid idea of the overall plot progression and the personalities of all 30+ girls attending this school.

Did I say "girls" and "school" in the same sentence? I did.

In fact, this entire project is set in a fanmade school called Bright Heavens Institute, featuring all-new original characters aside from the boys and teachers at Night Raven College, Royal Sword Academy, and Noble Bell College. Just like the aforementioned school, Bright Heavens Institute is a magic school. But a school with an all-female student body. The girls are all weird and wonderful and I love them so much. 

The lore of the school goes like this (subject to change in final game):

Bright Heavens Institute was founded by the Queen of the Deep, who worked with a scholar from the surface world to fight back against a mercenary who dared to desecrate her people's way of life.  By fusing with the Abyss Crystal (I gotta come up with a better name some time), the Queen of the Deep harnessed its power to save her people from a volcanic eruption. To honor her memory, the school's founders erected a statue of her and continue her teachings to this day.

Easy enough to understand, I hope.

Just like Night Raven College, the school is separated into seven dorms:

Floraspina - the cottagecore dorm. Based on Bambi, the girls in this dorm are mostly woodland beastwomen. But be warned. They may seem delicate and lovely, but they are not to be trifled with. Every rose has its thorns, after all, and these girls are the very embodiment of that saying.

Vermewilde - the Amazon dorm. Based on Tarzan, the girls in this dorm are an even mix of humans and jungle beastwomen. It is essentially the female equivalent of Savanaclaw, with a heavy focus on sports. Their star athlete Taraji Chalo is also the captain of the school's Spelldrive team.

Sireciel - the pirate dorm. Based on Peter Pan, the girls in this dorm embody the strength, beauty, and spirit of the open sea. There are humans, mermaids, and Fae in this dorm. While the housewarden has an intense focus on propriety and manners, the confidence of these girls is second to none.

Phaluverie - the dream dorm. Based on Winnie the Pooh, the girls in this dorm are a bit spacey. But just like Floraspina, they're not to be underestimated. They have a longstanding rivalry with Octavinelle due to beating a past housewarden in an interschool academics match. The grudge is still carried to this day.

Lanekema - the nerd and geek dorm. Based on Lilo & Stitch, the girls in this dorm focus on engineering and technology. It is essentially the female equivalent of Ignihyde with a Hawaiian theme. While they do collaborate with Ignihyde a lot, there's a noticeable tension between the housewarden and her vice housewarden.

Hypnocreux - the goth dorm. Based on The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, the girls in this dorm are quite spooky. Nonetheless, under the leadership of their current housewarden, their magical prowess is nothing to sneeze at. Count on them to know the ins and outs of potionology and poisons.

Magigranda - the diva dorm. Based on the Fantasia shorts, the girls in this dorm are the cream of the crop in Bright Heavens Institute. Populated by Fae, half-Fae, and humans, they are the female equivalent of Diasomnia. It helps that their housewarden, a diurnal swan Fae, is engaged to Malleus Draconia himself. That's not to say there aren't dissenters, though...

As you all can see, I have high hopes for the outcome of this project. I'm not expecting it to blow sky-high in popularity, but it would mean a lot if word got out that there is a Twisted Wonderland fan game in the works made completely for free. I'm expecting at least a two-to-three year production time. It's already been in planning since... early 2022, at least. I know for sure I will be releasing the project entirely for free once it is done.

Yes. Free. A fan game with gorgeous graphics and music will be published for download entirely for free. The OST will be released for free on Bandcamp (where you can download the songs) and YouTube (where you can listen for free without downloading), there will be livestreams where you can hang out while I work on the project (once I finish setting everything up). And I will accept feedback and critique if people have something to add to make this even better. I look forward to seeing where this will take me once I can put more focus on it.

Thank you for staying with me for this long. Until next time.

Tagging my mutuals: @neoninky, @animemimi1141

[royal-ruin]

other genshin fic recs here personal favorites are starred, by the way. everything is complete unless stated otherwise.

yae miko / ei | raiden ei fic recs

nevermore by bluu (~1.5k)

[“Zhongli says a country directly reflects the state of mind of its Archon.” Yae reaches up with her hand and tucks a lock of hair behind Baal’s ear. “Are you lonely, Ei?”

“I am the Raiden Shogun,” Baal replies lowly.

“I know that.” Then, with teeth, she says, “I made you.”]

*My love, look at me once more by seultoki (~10k)

Miko had begged her to come out of the Plane of Euthymia so many times, but Ei had refused to give in just as many times. She only listened when it was already too late, when both her nation and her lover had been taken by war.

Or: Ei and Miko are trapped in a vicious cycle of life and death, where each time, Miko doesn’t remember who she is but seems to remember what she has done wrong.

this absolutely obliterated my heart.

*the transience of cherry blossoms and their perpetuity by skywardharp (~6k)

Ei meets Yae under the shade of a cherry blossom tree, and for the first time, something stirs.

*exile (you’re not my homeland anymore) by goldfinchex (~9k)

[“though I occasionally get a little weary of the sight of it — I can’t exactly avoid seeing it at the Grand Narukami Shrine, after all — my fate is intimately intertwined with the Sacred Sakura.”]

A love that would eat you up from the inside, devour your very lungs until all you breathe are the remnants of your longing.

an Eimiko hanahaki fic.

she sets my freezing soul on fire by raideneis (~3k)

[“…I will prove it to you in hundreds of ways why you should choose me over anyone else in this world if I have to. Choose me.”

Miko’s heart stopped. Like it is covered in ice. When it beat again, it felt like it is on flames.]

feat. jealousy and kokomi.

a sakura's memory by Sephirron (~8k)

The Sacred Sakura is injured and memories of the land come like a mist, where Ei is forced to relive the painful moments of the past she tried so desperately to escape.

On her path to put her ghosts to rest and pursue a new meaning of eternity, from the Sacred Sakura, she witnesses other memories during the great tragedy and her time in seclusion in the Plane of Euthymia.

Yae Miko’s memories, in all her anger and pain, that leaves the Raiden Shogun with revelations about how foolish a goddess can be.

*stay (do not go where I cannot follow) by cafe_au_late (~7k)

[If there was anything that Yae Miko hated, it was things that were out of her control. And it wasn’t that she wanted to control Ei. What she wanted was for Ei to stop running. Ei had been avoiding her, she knew this much.

But Ei is a coward when it comes to things like this.

So Yae remains there, hand still outstretched for the ghost of someone who had just left and been long gone all at the same time.

Stay. She had wanted to say.

Do not go.

Stay.

But Ei had fled back to the Tenshukaku, back to the Plane of Euthymia, back to the very place that Yae could never go.

Do not go where I cannot follow.]

(The conversations Ei and Yae have following Ei's return from the Plane of Euthymia)

i love fics that go into how yae miko deals with ei’s return after her abandonment.

*In Present, Transient; In Memory, Eternal by LogosMinusPity (~6k)

[“Of all that I have possessed in my life, my memories are the only things remaining to me. Indeed, I believe that memories are the only real treasure any human can hope to hold always.”]

*Long May She Reign by thebetterbina (~4k)

[“Hello.”

Makoto is easy to find on the palace grounds. The servants were more than happy to tell Miko that their princess enjoys walking the length of the garden. Where the sakura blossoms fall, and the sound of the shishi-odoshi’s bamboo arm striking rock breaks the stillness. The koi fish swim listless rounds in the calm water.

Miko smiles from the end of the guzei, hands folded together neatly in her sleeves as she gives a polite bow, her head dipping with the movement. “My name is Yae Miko.”]

The princess is dead, long live the princess.

[localplaguenurse]

Yk that one tiktok trend where we meet the younger versions of ourselves and we say a few things

What would wifey say if they ever saw their younger self because of a leyline disruption or something.

Me @ the prompt and also the art

Man you got me when I'm trying to put my writing powers to something else and I'm torn between if I want to fully write this out or keep it short and sweet

I'm kinda going off of what I can find on both the genshin wiki and actual articles about ley lines for this but unless I'm reading it wrong, my understanding is they recreate/repeat memories, and I can't find anything really about how interactable these memories are so 1. fuck it, we ball, and 2. if literally anyone knowledgeable about ley lines sees this and I get something wrong, help me

It's a familiar sight at the monastery. The fan shaped leaves, still green, gently rustle as the wind flows through them. Small wildflowers pop up in the grass, adding more colour to the greenery.

Crumpled to their knees, sobbing into bandaged hands, sits a young bride. Their dress is striking silk red, tailored to fit them alone yet it has never felt right on their body. The fear, the anger, and the utter grief over losing all they have ever had radiates off of them like heat from a flame. They were a caretaker once, but after today, they are property, a sacrificial virgin offered up to a god for the protection of their loved ones. Their loved ones who so graciously tossed them at the feet of this god the first chance they saw.

The memory is painful enough as is, but to actually see your younger self in front of you is surreal, and the sight causes a deep visceral dread in your body.

When your youngest son had come to you, pale as a sheet, saying this nonsense about how he saw you crying in the orchard, you almost wanted to laugh. That's impossible, you've been in the courtyard all day catching up with some old friends. Still, that disturbed demeanor, that level of fear and worry in his eyes, is not an expression that can be made up on a whim. No one makes that sort of face unless they have genuinely seen something bad. Regardless of what he truly saw, your son saw something upsetting, and it is your job as his mother to help him.

You sent him away to go eat lunch with the rest of his siblings, promising you will fix it by the time they are done. You walked through the monastery until you had reached the orchard. You walked beneath the towering ginkgo trees, looking around for any sort of intruder. There shouldn't be any monsters about, so what did he see?

Near the very edge of the orchard, you spy the colour red. Your heart rate stutters, but you try to steady yourself as you cautiously approach. With each step, you can hear the faintest of sobbing, and the exact voice, each hiccup and sniffle and cry, it all becomes so familiar. Your mouth fills with saliva, your stomach twists, and your chest feels tighter.

And here you are.

Or is it there you are?

It has been... goodness, almost thirty years since you've been in that exact dress. You have hardly aged since your bond with Morax was put in place, with the only passing of time on your body being the growth of your hair, the fading of scars, and stretchmarks and bit of leftover weight gained from past pregnancies. Still, this young woman is so, so young. They've hardly even begun adulthood, only just having shed their teenage years. Their sobbing is childish, quite literally immature, for they are still practically a child.

The memory of you makes your heart ache for so many reasons. That day was a very upsetting day, and you don't understand what you're doing here. Why are you seeing this memory, this ghost of your past life, despite the fact you are still alive and breathing? Not to mention that this version of you is only a couple years younger than your oldest daughter, and with how your youngest three children all resemble you, it really does feel like you're watching one of your children crying on their wedding day.

What mother wouldn't console their daughter when they're this upset?

You carefully approach, and you sit on the ground next to them. They are still crying when you do. With unease on your mind, you lift a hand up and touch their back. There's warmth in their body, and you can feel silk on your fingertips.

They stop crying when you put your arms around them. You pull them close, cradling their head against your shoulder. You hold them like that, waiting to see if something will happen, like the figure disappearing from your hold, or reality suddenly breaking.

"... You're going to be okay," you whisper, "we're going to be okay."

They're shaking a little as they try to hold in their - your - sobs.

"You have every right to be as angry and as scared as you are," you tell yourself, "it wasn't fair. He's truly wonderful, and loves you so much, but it wasn't fair to you." You run your fingers through your younger self's hair. "He will make it up to you, and you do not have to forgive her for giving you away. I still haven't, and I don't think I will, but what matters most right now is that you will be okay."

"... Thank you."

You let yourself go, and you're gone. You feel tears in your eyes, and you quickly wipe them away. It's... odd. You feel like there's a weight off of your shoulders, despite the fact that this experience should rattle you to your core.

You do not know if they understand who you are. You do not know if what you did will have any affect on them, if they'll remember it or if they'll have been completely reset if you ever see them again. You think you would do it again, though. You think you would tell them all of that over and over again, say the words you wished you had heard that dreadful day.

You take a deep breath, stand up, and head back to the monastery.

[siilverwiitch]

Chapter 1: What kind of father does that?

Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact

Characters: Kaeya, Kaeya's Father & Diluc

Language: English

Words: 1,100

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"This is your chance, you are our last hope."

I groan. Why did that memory have to rear its head now? My eye focuses on the room around me. Bookshelf. Couch. Windows. My gaze settles on the moving clouds. It is peacefully quiet. Looking down, I double-check the papers in front of me. Done. Thank Gods. Rubbing my face, I stand, exiting my office. I was expecting new information soon. I'm meeting Vile on the edge of Whispering Woods.

As I walk through Mondstadt, shop owners and fellow knights greet me. Replying in kind, I continue past, heading towards the Adventurers Guild. Blue. I return my gaze towards the alleyway closest to the Cat's Tail. I must have been seeing things. It can't be him. I'm seeing ghosts. Laughing at myself, I make my way to the meeting spot.

"Vile, my dearest informant," I smile as I approach the woman.

"Cut the smooth-talking, sir Kaeya." She seems more fidgety than usual, and my attention instantly peaks.

"Okay, information and then compensation." My hand moves to the bag of Mora resting on my hip.

"Fine, a man has been spotted." She still won't meet my gaze; something about this man was wrong.

"Is that it?"

"No, this man bears similarities to…" she hesitates, "he bears similarities to you, sir Kaeya."

My mind starts going through the possibilities of who this person could be.

"Similarities? In what way?"

"Navy hair," she looks me in the eyes, "star-shaped pupils."

I throw the bag of Mora at her. "Thank you for the information, as always." Once she catches the bag, I turn on my heel. I have a ghost to track down.

Once back in Mondstadt, I walk through the back alleyways of the city. The man had to have been who I saw this morning. He had to still be here.

A noise sounds behind me. Turning, I creep up to the smaller alleyway that runs off to the right. There. A man stands, back flat against the wall. He is breathing heavily. Tired. As I sneak up on him, Vile's earlier description pops into my mind. He gasps as I hold him in place against the wall. I gesture for him to stay silent.

"I have some questions for you!" His face flickers through emotions and finally settles on surprise and recognition.

"Kaeya?" What? Confusion flickers across my face before returning to the prior neutral expression.

"Who are you?" Ignoring his previous statement, I push him for answers.

"You've grown since I last saw you." His body relaxes from its previous tense stance. "I've been trying to find you."

I push away, standing on the other side of the alleyway. From this distance, I notice the similarities. Navy hair, check. Star pupils, check.

"Name?"

"Vayura." My brow furrows. This can't be happening.

"Full. Name."

"Vayura Alberich."

The first thought that crosses my mind is, 'I really am chasing ghosts.' Pinching the bridge of my nose, I notice my father—no, Vayura—shift under my gaze.

"Why? Why after all this time?" He goes to answer me, but I cut him off. "No. Just don't. I'm not done. You leave me with some stupid shit like 'This is your chance, you are our last hope.' Yes, I remember your bloody speech. You left me in the rain. You left me alone." My voice becomes frantic. "I was eleven. A child. I was a bloody child."

My hands move frantically as I speak. "What kind of father does that?"

"I'm sorry, my son."

"I. Am. Not. Your. Son." My eyes glare down at the man before me. He visibly shrinks. "I don't need you. I had a father, but he was not you. He was never you."

Leaving the man behind, I exit the alleyway. "Diluc, can I do anything without you breathing down my back?"

"You're upset." He pushes off the wall, grabbing my shoulder. "So, that's the man that left you on the winery grounds."

"Yes," a curt answer that causes Diluc to force me to look him in the eyes.

"I'm talking to him."

"No. Let the ghosts stay where they belong. In the past."

"It's time for a drink."

"You don't drink alcohol though?"

"I'm talking about you. One drink on me and as many of those damn skewers as you want."

I smile as Diluc leads me towards Angel's Share. "Thank you, Diluc."

"You're welcome, Kaeya." He turns and gives me a rare smile. "You are my brother after all."

As we enter the tavern, the familiar warmth and hum of conversation envelop us. Diluc nods to Charles, the bartender, who immediately starts preparing our usual orders. I find a seat at our favourite corner table, away from prying eyes.

Diluc sits across from me, his gaze steady. "Tell me more about him," he says, breaking the silence.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my emotions. "Vayura Alberich. My biological father. He was… He was the one who left me on your family's doorstep all those years ago."

Diluc's eyes narrow slightly. "And now he's back. What does he want?"

"I don't know," I admit. "He said he's been trying to find me, but why now? After all this time, why come back into my life?"

Charles arrives with our drinks and a plate of skewers. I take a sip, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through me, helping to calm my nerves.

"Maybe he wants to make amends," Diluc suggests, though his tone is sceptical.

"Amends? After abandoning me?" I shake my head. "I don't trust him. There's something he's not telling me."

Diluc nods in agreement. "We'll figure it out. But for now, let's focus on what we can control."

We sit in silence for a moment, the only sound of the clinking of glasses and the murmur of other patrons. Despite the tension, there's a comfort in knowing that I'm not alone in this. Diluc has always been there for me, a constant in my life.

"Do you think he knows about…everything?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Diluc's expression hardens. "If he does, we'll deal with it. Together."

I nod, feeling a surge of gratitude. "Thank you, Diluc. For everything."

"Always, Kaeya," he replies, his voice softening. "We'll get through this. One step at a time."

As the night goes on, we talk about lighter things, reminiscing about old times and sharing stories. For a little while, I can almost forget about the ghost from my past. But deep down, I know that this is far from over.

[kannymaei]

The Perfect Girl - Chapter 9 (Kamisato Ayato x Reader)

Author’s Note: All characters are OOC! Please be reminded that this fanfic is Modern! AU and Highschool! AU and none of this are canons to the actual lore of Genshin Impact. I do not own Genshin Impact or the characters in the game!

Synopsis: You were a graduating high school student who somehow got involved in unfortunate events and transferred to Teyvat International School. Due to your “complicated” physical features, you became the main target of the school’s “bully”, Kamisato Ayato! Together with his friends, Diluc Ragnvindr, Tartaglia, and Arataki Itto.

Word Count: 3.7k

Taglist: @frieschan @nejibot ​​​

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It was already 8 pm when Kamisato Ayato came home, he willingly fell asleep next to you and wasn't aware how many hours had passed since he left. 

"What are those looks for?" Ayato entered the living room quietly with his friends staring at him as if they saw a ghost. 

"Where have you been?" Miko asks, it is seen in her eyes that she was worried. 

"I went for a stroll and bought dinner for everyone" Ayato replied and showed the bag packed with Japanese food. 

"Let's go to the table then" Ayaka grabbed some of the bags from her sibling and hurried to the dinner table followed by her other friends.

Diluc sneaked up behind Ayato and slightly smelled his clothes. He knew the smell that stuck to his clothes he was very familiar with this smell. It was the smell of the ICU in the hospital. 

"Liar" Diluc whispered to him. Ayato felt cold air straight down his back followed by his friend's gaze

"You went to the hospital didn't you?" He added. 

Ayato was stunned by how his friend guessed correctly that he visited you.

"I heard something from an old friend." Ayato stared at his neutral face. 

"Alright, then that settles it. I thought you were visiting Y/N" Diluc grinned at him and followed their friends to the table. 

— 

"We've been worried sick about you" 

"He probably felt sick inside the house that's why he went out to stroll for a while." 

"Hey, Ayato…" 

Ayato never had proper sleep for days ever since you were put into a coma. Every day, every night, the memory of you bleeding on the floor has been haunting him and he still blames himself for it. 

"So where did you go Ayato?" 

"Hey Albedo, can you teach me this lesson I didn't understand?" 

"Sure!" 

Today, he slept peacefully next to your hand holding his. Even if visitors have a limited time of visiting, the nurses didn't disturb him that his time was up already when they saw him sleeping peacefully. He felt warmth around you.

"Why didn't you tell us that you were going to go out? Ayato?" 

"Is he hearing us?" 

"He's… just eating his food…" 

"I think he's thinking something very deep that he remained unbothered even after we called him." 

What's even weirder is that Ayato seemed to lose his feelings for Miko because she gradually changed when you came. She wasn't sweet and compassionate like she used to be, maybe it was her true colors. Then why does it feel like he likes someone other than Miko? Was Ayato in denial? He wasn't sure about his feelings whenever he was around this someone.

(No, I only love Miko… and it will always be here.) He said to himself while chewing on his food quietly. 

"Why don't we visit Y/N?" Ayaka suggested, this set the mood of the table from something quiet to something full of hope and excitement. 

*Chopsticks dropped* *choke* *cough* *cough* *cough* 

Ayato quickly grabbed a cup of water and drank it to prevent himself from choking. He was wondering who that person might be and who knew that hearing your name would skip a beat of his heart. 

"Brother? Are you okay?" Ayaka offered her sibling some tissues and fetched more water for him. 

"Y-yes I'm alright. Thank you. It's just, this is too peppery" He replied while wiping his mouth with a tissue. 

"Peppery? You're eating sashimi… there are no peppers in sashimi and you're not eating those pepper-crusted tuna or salmon" Childe said, he wondered how could Ayato choke on sashimi alone and said it was too peppery? If it's wasabi, he would have said the food he was eating was a little spicy or minty. He couldn't have mistaken it for pepper. 

"Maybe he added more wasabi…" Ayaka embarrassingly replied to his friend. Even his sister doesn't know what happened to her brother. 

"Miko, you don't have to come if you don't want to," Diluc suggested, he only thinks of your safety. Who knows if that girl unplugs your life support, after all, this is her best chance to end you if she wants to. 

"I don't want you to come with us at all" Lumine said and just like Diluc, she has the same reasons for your safety.

"I don't care because I'm not going to volunteer to visit her." Miko placed down her chopsticks and then rolled her eyes while crossing her arms. 

Ayato quietly finished his food. He wasn't talkative as usual, his mind was somewhere else while his friends continued talking about their school work. He must have missed a lot during his suspension. 

…

The night has ended peacefully, fortunately, nothing bad has happened. Everyone decided to visit you tomorrow morning before they bid their goodbyes and gratitude to the Kamisato Family. 

— The Next Day — 

"Brother, are you going to join me in going to the hospital?" Ayaka knocked on her brother's room but no one seemed to answer her back. 

"I'm going inside now." She said and slowly twisted the doorknob of his bedroom. A few walks in revealed a sleeping Ayato, he was tired from yesterday. 

(Maybe it's best if I don't wake him up now, I'll just text him.) Ayaka thought to herself while she fixed the bed sheets for her brother before she closed the lights that were left open and left him alone. 

Ayaka texted her friends that were already at the hospital waiting for the Kamisato Siblings. She informed them that Ayato would be joining soon since he was fast asleep. 

She bid the maids and servants goodbye before going inside their private car where the driver would bring her to the hospital where they were confined. 

— 

"I hope Y/N's finally awake!" Lumine said she's so excited to see you even if there's no update about your condition. 

"Hopefully she's… awake…" Diluc softly said. 

"I'm here!" Ayaka opened the door of her car waving to her friends. 

"Hey!" Childe waved at her. 

"So is your brother coming or not?" Diluc casually asked if Ayato went out to visit you and not just some of his old friends. 

"Oh yeah, I forgot to leave him a text message!" Ayaka quickly grabbed her phone from her purse and texted Ayato whether he was awake or not. 

"Let's go in shall we?" Diluc suggested and his friends followed him inside. 

—

"We're here to visit Y/N L/N," Diluc said to the nurse. 

"Ah, we only allow two visitors at a time inside the ICU. What's your name? So I'll write it down in the visitor's list." The nurse replied. 

"Diluc Ragnvindr," Diluc said while glancing towards his friends who seem busy talking to each other. He walked up to them, mainly Childe.

"So we're up first in visiting her, the nurse said two visitors are only allowed at a time" He smiled. 

"Let's go then!" Childe stretched his arms around before preparing to enter the ICU. The two men were helped by the staff in wearing their gowns before entering.

They slowly walked up to your room and as expected you were still fast asleep in a coma but you looked so much better than when Diluc first visited you. However, there is something very odd, something that doesn't belong.

—

"Oh shoot, I forgot my handkerchief in Y/N's hands…" Ayato quickly stood up from bed when he received his sister's text message. 

He dashed through the bathroom to take a bath not minding where his dirty clothes would be, he'll fix them later. 

He opened the shower as cold water streams down from his toned body while he brushes. Even if he's already awake, he still feels like his whole consciousness is asleep. 

Ten minutes after he goes out of the bathroom, he wraps his bottom with a towel while checking for something to wear. 

"What should I wear?" 

"Should I bring her flowers?" 

"Why would you bring her flowers?" 

The man started to speak to himself. Thoughts about something that would make you happy but he shouldn't care right? 

"What am I doing?" 

"Ugh, I hate you so much Y/N, you're making me talk to myself like I'm crazy." He rolled his eyes while he finally found something to wear, it was a long-sleeved sky blue polo and black slacks together with some necktie and cost. Ayato looks like he has a formal party to attend.

He goes down from his bedroom and informs Koharu that he'll be leaving for the day. 

"You're going on a date, my Lord?" Koharu asked and hid her laugh. 

"Yeah… I mean no! Take care everyone." Ayato walked outside the house to his car while covering his reddened face because he suddenly said he was on a date but the date was going to visit you. 

Before starting the car, he texted Ayaka that he was already on his way to the hospital.

—

*ding*

"O-oh! My brother just replied to my message. He said that he's on the way now." Ayaka said to Lumine who's currently sitting in the waiting room of the ICU. 

"I wonder how's Diluc and Childe doing inside. I hope they don't cry out loud for her." Lumine laughed thinking about Childe since he's a bit panicky about his friend's safety. 

…

"I knew that son of a b- lied!" Diluc whispered to Childe while looking at you. 

"Lied? Who?" Childe faces Diluc whose face is quite… irritated. 

"Ayato, he went visiting Y/N yesterday. That's why he's been acting all odd and quiet. Look at the handkerchief in Y/N's hand, I wouldn't mistake that for another person. He even left a Sakura petal and his omamori" Diluc said while pointing at your hand. 

"Wait you're right, that is his handkerchief. That man is like walking art. He has his cup, own style of clothes, whatever." Childe said while pointing at the piece of white cloth with a thin sky blue border.

"Do we leave it here on her hand?" Childe's face showed a look of puzzlement. 

"He left his omamori or the good luck charm… he probably wished for Y/N's recovery… so we should let it be." Diluc was convinced that he shouldn't return it to Ayato since he probably left it there for a reason. But he's more curious about why didn't Ayato just tell the truth right away yesterday. 

Diluc's eyes wandered around the hospital and noticed that Ayato changed the red roses he brought last time to blue stargazer lilies. 

(Could it be that Ayato? No that's not possible, he doesn't remember.) Diluc shook his head. It's not likely that Ayato is starting to have feelings for you as well because that would mean there are three of them wanting you to be their girlfriend. 

"Hey Y/N! Once you wake up and the doctor says you're free to go. I'll bring you dates every day or every week!" Childe said to your unconscious body. 

"That's if she wants to go out with you." Diluc teasingly replied to Childe which made Childe's face frown a little bit. 

— 

While patiently waiting for her brother, Ayaka recalls a memory from more than 10 years ago right after the accident. Coincidentally, you were having the same memory from your dream.

It was a memory about how Ayaka was ordered by her parents to stay quiet or have her lips zipped for her entire life not unless Ayato remembers it himself. 

Kamisato Ayato truly loved you even if he was young, he knew that you were the one for him. 

His feelings all started back then when you accidentally pushed him down the stairs during the Kamisato Annual Celebration. 

"Hey watch where you're going! You're destroying my handsome face…" Ayato looked up at you. 

You were panicking because you accidentally pushed downstairs the heir of a prestigious family and from the look of it, he looked really mad at you. You covered your mouth with your hands while looking around if anyone saw you but fortunately, no one was there. 

Ayato scanned your face, there stood a drop-dead gorgeous young lady. 

"There you are Ayato, we've been looking for you." A large man came up to him, you assume that it was his father. 

(So his name is Ayato…) You thought to yourself.

"What happened to you, my child?" The man asked his son who has a small bruise on his arm. 

"I… I'm so-" You were cut off by an answer that you didn't expect to hear. 

"S-she was so beautiful! I didn't notice where I'm going and I fell off" Ayato lied and covered for you. 

You were blushing when you heard what he said. Your heart was pounding, how could someone you just met would lie and cover for your own mistakes. 

"Her?" The man looked up at you. 

"She is Lady Y/N of the L/N Family. The main purpose of this party is for the collaboration of their family with ours and you are supposed to meet her later but it seems like fate was on your side. The two of you already met." The man laughed while he helped his son stand up. 

"D-dad I want to marry her!" Young Ayato tried to convince his father but all that he got was his father laughing again.

"You can but for you to do that. You're going to court her since these kinds of things shouldn't be forced. You must know if she would reciprocate your feelings or not. You're still young, my child." The man explained to him. 

You're too far from them and you can't hear a single thing so you decided to come downstairs. 

"I was about to help him b-but- he's so handsome. I was too stunned to move" You went with the flow with his lie but little did you know how much this affected Kamisato Ayato's heart. 

His heart was racing and it was obvious from how red his ears and cheeks are. 

You came up to him to hug him but what caused a little… commotion is when you kissed his cheeks because you thought, as a child, that kissing cheeks are normal things to do because your parents often do it to shower you with their love. 

"D-DAD! S-something's h-hard!" Ayato immediately spoke after kissing his cheeks which shocked his father. 

"I'm taking him away from you now, I'll see you later Lady L/N" The head of the Kamisato Clan pulled his son away from you and walked away. 

You wonder what you did wrong. 

But now that you see this memory, you knew that you gave Ayato his first boner and he was panicking about what was happening.

Kamisato Ayato can't get you off his mind that after the party he requested that the two of you meet more often whether it's at your residence or his. 

"Is your brother here yet?" Ayaka snapped back from reality when she saw  Diluc walk out of the ICU with Childe following him. 

"Not yet, let's go. It's our turn to check up on Y/N" Ayaka replied and signaled Lumine to enter the changing room so they can wear proper gowns for protection. 

Just like Diluc, Ayaka was quick to notice the items that his brother left inside the room.  

Lumine was busy talking to your unconscious body which left Ayaka reminiscing before your family disappeared from the public after the accident. 

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Ayato arrived at the hospital with his two friends staring at him because he looks so formal while they only wore their casual clothes. 

"Where's my sister?" Ayato asked. 

"You know where she is right now, you probably won't need a guide from the nurses either." Diluc calmly said before saying his next sentence that might make Ayato fall to his knees. 

"The next time you lie, you shouldn't leave evidence. It's alright, it's our little secret, no one's mad. Pfff, but your sister is very sharp, she'll know it too." Diluc laughed which made Ayato cold sweat. 

Ayaka and Lumine walked out of the ICU. 

Ayaka handed out in secret to Ayato the handkerchief he left on your hand but she didn't bother bringing back the omamori he left for you. 

"Just in time, I guess…" Ayato scratched the back of his head and quietly walked inside the ICU after. 

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"My lady is going on a trip!" Ayato happily sings inside the car with you. 

"Calm down Ayato, you're too excited" You slid closer to him from your chair which frightened Ayato because behind his pocket, he hides a special necklace specifically made for you. 

"My Lady… Y/N L/N… I love you with all my heart. I swear by my name that I will always be your Knight in Shining Armor, your only prince who will protect you from danger." Ayato held your hand and placed it on his chest, you felt his heartbeat racing for you.

It's been an hour already since you left the Kamisato residence, the driver was different and the two of you thought that your family hired a new one so you had your guard off around him. 

"Children like you are very annoying…" The driver said but wait, that doesn't sound right. 

You looked at the driver in the mirror, it revealed a creepy creepy-looking predator. 

"I'm just following orders… at least my family wouldn't be poor now…" The driver continued and drove the car at more than 100mph. You immediately knew that this man was going to kill both of you, even himself. 

"Ayato- he's going to crash the car! We're going to get killed." You said to him, you could see it all from his face. Regret, anger, and sadness. 

"Don't worry my lady, I'm going to protect y-" The car suddenly made a turn making you two thrown off to the other side of the seat, in a matter of seconds before the car crashed. 

Ayato didn't make it to protect you but ins, but it was you who tried to shield him but your body is too small for him. All you heard was the sound of a crash with your arms wrapped around him before everything turned black. 

Luckily, Ayato was still conscious right after the crash, thanks to your protection. 

"I… I'll get us out of here Y/N!" Ayato tried to get outside the car by crawling through the broken window and pulling your body too. Even with a bleeding head and a broken leg, Ayato successfully got out of the car with you. He got burns on his skin due to everything that felt hot around him, he didn't recognize what fire was since all he had in mind was to get out with you no matter the danger surrounding you. 

Ayato knew he had to crawl far away from the car since it was going to explode sooner or later due to the fire, there, he managed to crawl a little before the car exploded. He looked at you completely bleeding with broken bones, he placed his head on your chest, and he cried because of the low pulse he felt. It was a miracle that you were still alive but he's still worried. 

When Ayato looked back at the car there was another explosion with flying debris hitting him on the head, knocking him unconscious on top of your body that barely survived. 

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The next thing you know is you're in a white room with a lot of beeping machines. Your vision is blurry and hazy but you tried to look around to look at your mother. 

Your head felt light, you tried to recall what happened but your mind went blank. You no longer remember anything and your parents are very well aware of this which is why they decided to move to another state far away from the Kamisato Family and from there you grew up with the feeling that you were always forgetting something very important, something you didn't want to forget but you did. 

On the other side of the country where Ayato resides was Ayaka being ordered by her parents. 

"My dear, Ayaka, you must never bring up this incident again with your brother. I'm ordering you to zip your mouth and keep quiet with all of these. Your brother has lost a part of his memory and it would be most likely about the Lady of the L/N household. Her family has decided to disappear from the public after the attempted assassination of their daughter and our son and who knows if you reminded Ayato, he'll be angry at us because no one knows if the Lady is still alive and you know your brother. He doesn't give up and will not believe until he sees Y/N in the flesh." Ayaka's mother said to her, she is tearing up already but she was glad to know that her brother is alright. All these years she has been keeping it to herself that deep inside her heart she was happy seeing you alive when you first entered the school and somehow… fate reunited you again with your lost lover. 

Maybe you and Ayato were truly meant for each other no matter how long and even if people tried to separate the two of you. 

You'll always find a way back to each other. 

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"You're the perfect girl I've met."

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Your eyes open, you wake up from your comatose. Tears were streaming down your face and as soon as your vision began to clear you looked at someone who looked like they'd seen a dead person who resurrected from the dead. 

What is he doing here? Is he still apologizing to you but you already forgave him a long time ago. (A/N: Y/N doesn't know that Ayato apologized the other night since she doesn't have a perception of time while she was in a coma so she thought that was a long time ago already.) 

"Y/N…" He softly said while tightening his hand around yours with the omamori in between. 

"Ayato…" You whispered to him, feeling the warmth of his hand. There was a long silent pause between the two of you, only the sound of the machines beeping. 

No words were said, he let go of your hand and wrapped his arms around you. 

"I'm sorry…" He said to your ear, you could feel his tears from your neck and shoulder.

[nagipeko]

i dont know if its really my place to say anything?? but just in case it helps. idk.

my ex and i were together for a year and a half and best friends for four, and its been a good 4-5 years now since then. to this day they're one of the only people i've been actually, genuinely vulnerable with in ways that feel almost impossible around others. once in a blue moon i still have dreams where we start talking again and become best friends again and that trust and care and love is back no matter what we choose to call it.

the first probably almost half a year? was really hard. but i kept close with other friends and reminded myself over and over to stay anchored in the present and sooner than i realized it felt less like an open wound and more like an empty garden. and the life around it crept it and grew and grew and the memory and the grief is still there but it is so, SO much easier to remember what i do have, and to focus on that instead of what ive lost. i cant promise it'll ever truly hurt less but i can promise it gets better, and easier, even when better feels impossible to reach.

hope youre doing okay :((

sorry for keeping this so long in my inbox.. ive been rereading it over and over because it makes comfort seep into my mind. thank u aly it really means a lot :’-) to have such a heartfelt message and genuine care from you is something i really appreciate

for me, me and my ex were friends for about half a year before we got together. we were together for two years. they broke up with me just after the two year mark had passed. they broke up with me almost 5 months ago now. ive never loved someone like that before to be honest. they were my first everything. sometimes i have nightmares where they kiss my forehead and brush my hair back from my eyes. we have a stardew valley save file with something like 90 hours on it… i still remember how their cheeks puff out when they smile and i still remember what their voice sounds like when theyve just gotten out of bed. i feel like their ghost still lives in parts of my life. hehe, did you know i accidentally pulled 2 copies of childe on his recent rerun? i was pulling for freminet and the reason i didnt pull on zhonglis banner instead was because it makes me think of when we would play genshin together. theyd use xiao and zhongli, and id use venti and barbara. i always spoke to them about how i wanted to get elegy for my venti one day. i finally have it for him, but i never got to show them

these days i think im doing better. i dont know… sometimes it feels just as bad as it did when they broke up with me at night, and i sobbed and begged them to sleep on call with me one last time. its really embarrassing.

i dont love them romantically anymore. but i love them, still, as my best friend. and i will for a long time

[xkseii]

⎮Final Arc⎮

⏤ Character: Aether

⏤ Including: Angst

⏤ Summary: His wish was granted, but at what cost

You got transported to the Genshin world along with Aether and his sister. Since then, you have been travelling around this world, discovering every nation, searching for any clues about where was Lumine. Days became weeks and then months quickly, but you never lost hope.

At some point, you could feel that you were close, after meeting Dainsleif, you were sure you would find her. And you did, but she disappeared before Aether or you could do anything. So you were forced to start all over again, running after someone that wasn't looking back.

It was getting more difficult physically, you got hurt many times, and you refused to count how many scars you received during the last three months. But even by ignoring your injuries, your mental was down, you were tired, irritated about anything and everything, and you were breaking down. You just wanted to find Lumine and leave.

Despite being as destroyed physically and mentally as Aether, you were holding up for him, you couldn't let him give up, even if it means driving yourself mad. You were sleeping less, since you were looking over Aether's bed most of the time, ready to shake him awake if he was having a nightmare. Paimon would do it for you sometimes, but you could see that the anxiety was growing on her, and you started feeling bad.

You were pushing yourself to another extent, the thought of finding Lumine and helping Aether to be happy with his sister again was motivating you. And finally, again, you managed to find her, you were all happy to be reunited, but not everything could end up well. And in order to leave this world, you had to fight until you were able to fly away together.

During the fight, you got hurt multiple times, and you were all tired, the sleepless nights and days without a break drew you to this mistake. Aether had no strength left either and Lumine wasn't physically able to fight, and in the last hope of not dying together, you pushed the two away. Paimon watched with wide eyes as the portal closed in front of your eyes, and you were left alone here, with her.

She didn't have the time to say her goodbyes to the twins and was going to witness the death of her friend some minutes later. She wanted to help you, save you, but you pushed her away, saying to save herself first. She floated away under your words, crying as she knew the adventure was over, she lost her three friends and none of them could come back.

She could still hear the sounds of fighting as she leaves, until it stopped suddenly, with no grunting or sounds of swords and shields clashing anymore. Everything went silent for a second. Paimon turned back, watching as the monsters were leaving in groups, going back to their camp as if they had nothing to do here anymore, crushing her dying hope.

They won the fight, but it was bringing them no joy or sadness, they just did what they were created for, and her heart broke as nothing was remaining except the burned grass and some drops of blood. You disappeared, without Aether here, there was no coming back, you just became a ghost that nobody would remember. Even Paimon knew, that she will disappear soon, she had no purpose anymore, and she would take with her the remaining of those memories created within those months with you.

As for Aether, he could only watch in shock as the portal close and disappear in front of his face, only leaving an empty void behind. Even after months of fighting to rejoin his sister, he couldn't find the heart to celebrate, he couldn't feel this oh-so-much-needed joy as he held Lumine closer.

He had his sister, she was here with him, Aether could hug her again but, in exchange, he lost his two closest friends. He lost this world he grew to love, the acquaintances he made, the memories, gifts, the time spent together.

He lost them, he lost you.

The only thing remaining, was his sword, which he fought with, along with you for months. And this seelie, which he chooses only because it was your favourite colour, that was still floating beside him, reminding him of Paimon too. The seelie moved closer, stilling on his shoulder as Aether cried. His twin was here, but he lost everything, and would never find it again.

He had another occasion to find his sister, it could have taken another two months, but she would still be here. But he was so focused on finding her by doing anything, that he forgot what he was putting in danger, something he could bring back. In his last hope, he tried to open another portal, but the only thing he saw, was the back of the monsters, leaving the area.

Nothing was left, and his last hope died at this moment. He wasn't happy to have his sister, he was devastated and broken. Maybe he should have confessed before, before this, before everything.

His wish was granted, but at what cost.

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[lavenprinz]

Another idea i have this time with childe is that he had fallen out of love with reader and cant bear to tell the reader and decided to pretend he still loves them but the reader knows but still chooses to hold on because she loves him but then she saw how childe and lumine interact, it reminded her of her relationship with childe before they become a couple how they used to be so sweet and happy. So the reader just decided to end the relationship because she realized that if you truly loved someone you will let them go if that means they will be happy. ( childe didn't really cheat but he does starts to have feelings with lumine but you know cant be lumine because reader)

hi anon!!! i put a lil twist on this idea by making hanahaki disease exist in genshin. there is a perspective shift from childe to reader!

content warning: angst with no happy ending, mentions of death and blood, memory loss

word count: 1.2k

note my blog contains dark/nsfw content. minors DO NOT interact.

"Welcome to Scent of Spring, what can I get you today?”

It’s almost hilarious that the last time Childe had frequented this store, he was courting you, purchasing a bouquet each time he went to win over your heart. Others had joked that the next flowers Childe would buy were for your wedding - the customary flower ball for the married to toss into the oncoming crowd, for blessings of married life and eternity. And now, he was requesting a sorry bouquet.

Where did it go wrong? When did his thoughts start to drift to Lumine’s face and not yours? The pleasant tranquility of peace that you would bring him dulls in comparison to the electric rush that Lumine sparks in his heart, and even as he browses the store's wares, his eyes are drawn to pale yellows and whites, reminiscent of the heroine. Childe knows how to pretend, he’s Fatui after all, so the role of a loving boyfriend who just forgot their anniversary and not fallen out of love is one he can play without a fault, though he knows he’s breaking your heart with every white lie.

As the shop assistant wraps up the bouquet of pink and purple carnations, Childe’s mind drifts to thoughts of sparring with Lumine, when he could spend time with Lumine, memories with Lumine and just Lumine. It seemed like all he could ever think of was her, not even a second spared to you and when his daze is snapped by the complete bouquet, his practiced feigned charming smile sends butterflies into the assistant’s stomach, no wonder you couldn’t let go.

Childe approaches your door with the bouquet hidden behind his back, image of sweetness and not a traitor with his heart elsewhere. When he knocks, you’re at the door immediately and as his amber guilty eyes meet yours, you know. His thoughts must be on Lumine and not you, you could tell, you’ve been in love with him just too long to not know. Even as he thrusts the flowers into your shaking hands, you know that there is no love behind them, his feelings are reserved for another. You know who he pretends you are.

How can you compare to the one chosen by the stars as you stand as shaky as a leaf in Barbato’s wildest winds in front of the man you love? Perhaps the archons give you strength in that moment, gulping back your internal pleas to keep Childe by your side, you interrupt Childe before he gets to sway you with his honeyed tongue. “Childe, thank you for the flowers. Let’s.” You pause, hesitating to yourself as tears fall down into the bouquet.

“Let’s break up. You should see other people.” The tears threaten to choke you, feeling your heart break inside your chest and when you’re met with stunned silence, you gather the strength to slam the door, dropping the flowers to the floor as you begin to sob. It’s over. You’ve parted with Childe, the ghost of his once promised everlasting love and as the tears flow unrelentingly like a river, petals unfurl within your chest. Your once awaited spring with Childe have dug their roots into your lungs, bloodying your throat with agony as you hack up a garden, one Childe had planted inside you.

You’re reminded of him as the flowers of his bouquet begin to wilt, feeling your health begin to fail you. You know that despite finally letting him fade away from your life, you still treasure him beyond words and actions, having treated the flowers with care you know you can no longer give to Childe ( You repeat to yourself : He chose someone else over you. The flowers have no meaning.) What once were the beginnings of the disease, your throat’s flesh tickled by uncomfortable petals have begun to blossom into buds that make you choke in pain when trying to breathe. Sometimes, when it gets bad and your heart aches desperately for Childe’s warmth, your sink ends up rinsing blood and rotting carnations down the drain.

When you visit Bubu pharmacy, Qiqi’s soft mention of your state makes you laugh softly. How could you explain that you broke up with the love of your life? And that you’re now dying, but you did it for him. Because you love him. Baizhu’s sympathetic smile as he hands you a concoction to aid your deteriorating throat tells you that this is not the first time he’s seen this condition. Though you had never wanted to let go of these feelings, you’ve found yourself with courage in many unexpected moments recently. “Is there a cure?”

The man looks down at Qiqi who posed the innocent question that had meanings beyond the mind of a zombie child and answered in a somber tone. “Yes, but it involves cutting off your feelings for the person who made you this way forever. Sometimes, when you love someone very much Qiqi, it’s hard to do that.” Baizhu’s wisdom is like an old oak tree and his words comfort you temporarily as he speaks, though they only strike home as you’re struck by a violent coughing fit of fully fledged flowers, bloodied by the thorns scratching at your throat. As you collapse onto the floor of the pharmacy, supported by Baizhu and Qiqi, reality hits like winter to orchards, barren with the knowledge that you must decide. Your love or your life.

“Your condition is becoming critical… any longer and you will die. Will you take the surgery?” The outburst of petals, blooming as they fall from your bloody lips are a painful reminder that Childe’s moved on without you - he no longer loves you. Painfully ignoring the internal desire to keep your love for him and through blurry tears in your eyes, you accept Baizhu’s offer.

The long wilted bouquet from Childe sits by your bed as you recover from the procedure, their meanings lost to you as you tend to your health with Qiqi, whose forgetfulness only warms your days as your condition improves. “Remember me. I’ll never forget you.” Though somewhere in your heart, a part of you aches when you gaze at the vase of decaying flowers, you discard of them - they no longer hold any memory to you.

After the surgery, brighter days are imminent, smiling like a sunflower as you stroll through Liyue, Qiqi in your hand as you guide her to your appointment at Liuli Pavilion - a celebration for your complete recovery. As you pass by the glaze lilies, you pause to show Qiqi the way they sway and respond to song. With a nostalgic melody of forgotten love and marriage that brings joy, the glaze lilies dance along as you sing. Above the patch of flowers was Northland Bank and the familiar tune captures Childe’s attention, having not seen nor heard from you for weeks now as you recuperated away from his sight. A part of him feels guilt, relief and most of all regret as he hears you radiant compared to the misery he had seen you last. When he calls your name with a faux cheery “How have you been?” you only tilt your head sideways, a motion that he’s long observed to mean utter adorable confusion, and you reply, “Hello there, who are you?”

The anguish that stings Childe is well deserved despite his obliviousness to the fact the surgery had removed not only your feelings for the man but your memory of Childe completely. Perhaps it’s better this way, the two of you now no more than strangers who were once in love.

[starglitterz]

cynosure. (vii)

─── chapter 7 ! ~ bubble tea

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summary; you and xiao are genmates under the famed streamer company genshin impact. the chemistry between the two of you is undeniable, and your fanbases absolutely love your collaborations. but when you both start meeting up offline more and more, your connection starts to deepen past just harmless flirting and playful banter. with these real feelings starting to affect both your job and reputation online, how will you two react when your relationship becomes the internet’s cynosure?

a/n: apologies for the ugly formatting i needed space for 10 images so i removed the banners LMAO,,, hehe i hope u all like this chapter bc i certainly do (it went kinda far from my og plan LOL) also i forgot to add this but reading order is; 1 2 3 4

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scaramouche is a famous tea channel, he starts informs people about drama in the youtube community. his sources are usually untrustworthy but everyone believes him because he's pretty. has been cancelled numerous times but still comes back every single time, much to the chagrin of the poor streamers whom he sets his eye on to make his next video about.

feiyun slope is is the northeastern area in liyue harbour. in-game, wanmin restaurant is actually in chihu rock, but for story purposes it's now at feiyun slope since that's usually where business occurs in the game.

hu tao and yanfei were on a ghost-hunting date, they had stopped to take a break after quite a long time without seeing any ghosts and that's when hu tao texted in the groupchat.

xiao's contact name is tiny because of a joke w his chinese name that i mentioned in a previous chapter. xiao’s chinese name is 魈, read as xiāo and meaning 'demon’, but the word for 'small’ in chinese is 小, read as xiăo. basically if you mispronounce xiao’s name the meaning will change, and so y/n nicknamed him tiny bc of the word 小.

while yanfei says the username is 'genshin-impact-updates', the actual poster is 'gi-updates'. just take this as yanfei having a rare lapse of memory, pretend it's not bc i realised twt usernames can't be that long <3

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a/n; YOOO SOME DRAMA??? LMFAOKMDKSD also i dont know how bubble tea works so i cut out a whole part i had planned for this but! genesussy helped me out when i was asking qs in the discord server hehe 😎 ty genesis btw!! <3 besides that im sorry for delaying this chapter for like 700 years T_T i didnt have any time to write it </3 fun fact i nearly cried editing parts of this on mobile bc it was so laggy omg,,, but now that it's out, i hope u all like it !! also send me theories abt what u think will happen next or perish /j ily all, im abt to go sleep now (i just realised i always finish cynosure chapters late at night HAHA) so goodnight my loves ! or good morning when u read this ! either way i hope you like this chapter and continue enjoying cynosure <333

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[watevermelon]

Tease | Venti (Genshin) x Reader (NSFW)

✧ Summary: Venti wielded his appearance like weapon, pouting his bright puppy-like eyes at you whether on the battlefield or the bedroom. There was something about the Archon that moved you to play along, at least not until tonight.

➳ Tags: some semi-public teasing and eventually fluffy sexytimes; Venti is a teasing lil shit; LOTS of humor and most of the Mondstadt characters show up ➳ Navigation

—xXxXxXxXxXxXx— One of the lessons you learned very quickly in your relationship with the Anemo Archon was that Venti was a teasing lil shit. 

Venti loved you — there was no doubt. But his mischievous side popped up in almost every avenue of your time together. When fighting hilichurls or hunting down abyss mages, all it took was a bat of his eyelashes and you were ready to wield a sword on his behalf.

He played on his appearance heavily — puppy dog eyes gazing up at you no matter what the conversation was about. It was easy to look at him and think he was a humble bard who enjoyed a glass of fine wine. Instead of the thousands of year old God who had the power of wind at his mercy.

All it took was a couple smiles and nicely placed laughter and Venti knew he had you under his spell.

And you were even aware of it, the asshole.

Presently, the original Dvalin team had gathered together in Mondstadt. Diluc was hosting again, the bar open even though he grumbled multiple times. Plates of food were displayed on the main table as Barbara and Mona perused the feast, Paimon right alongside them. You were altogether celebrating a time of true peace, one that Jean had called after both Venti and Dvalin were finally long freed by your hands.

Even though your relationship was relatively new, it did not stop the weight of the promises you made to one another. Venti was well aware of your pursuit in finding your brother and you knew that there was nothing that could tie down the God of Freedom.

But that did not stop either of you from falling in love.

Venti took you on private dates where you glided high above the skies — the last time you ever flew this high was alongside your sibling. Your reminisced over solemn moments, Aether simply a memory as you poured out to Venti your past. He would pull you close as you recalled, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as he comforted you. And you gladly did the same, pulling Venti into a tight hug as he spoke about his time simply with the wind.

Your favorite moments were the quiet ones - like when Venti pulled you into your first kiss as a couple, smiling at you widely as you returned for more and more.

You cherished these moments when you were traveling, only Paimon at your side. Venti would join you sometimes as you explored the Liyue mountain ranges, but his responsibilities lay in Mondstadt. No matter how far you traveled, you made it work by returning back home to the Anemo Archon.

And now you were enjoying the night, sitting at one of the back corner tables as your friends mingled around the bar. You were sitting closer to the wall, Venti at your side while your favorite Outrider sat across from you.

Amber was discussing some of the adventures in the city, something that included slimes but was suddenly evading your memory when you felt a warm hand on your thigh.

You shot a quick, curious look in Venti’s direction, but the Archon was still focused on Amber in front of you. Not for the first time, you cursed your everyday attire, lots of skin on display despite being on the battlefield every day.

This was something Venti took plenty of advantage of.

His hand slid higher up your thigh and you swore that his happy expression only grew. Amber was none the wiser, continuing in her story as Venti’s hand ghosted over the fabric of your underwear. Your gaze flew to the rest of the party, plenty of other eyes that could catch you in the act.

But it seemed Venti could not care less.

His touch only grew bolder, index and middle finger rubbing against your clothed sex. You fought the urge to move into the motion, trying to focus back on the conversation and the woman in front of you.

But Venti knew your mind was anywhere, but here.

And so of course he had to tease you. 

“Don’t you agree that they should continue research by the temple in spite of the ruin guard?” Venti asked, mischievous eyes turning toward you and dragging you back into the conversation.

“Yes.” You answered back clipped.

“Really?” Amber questioned, genuinely curious.

“With the proper knights and if their envoy is careful enough…” You continued, but just as you paused Venti pulled the cloth fully aside to rub at your core. It took all your willpower not to stiffen under Amber’s direct attention, but you stuttered to complete your thought.

“Then…?” The Outrider continued for you.

You shut your eyes to remember, attempting to drown out the mischievous God alongside you. But it seemed you could almost hear the smirk Venti was shooting you. 

He had wasted no time in intimately joining with you the night prior, when you had officially returned back to Mondstadt. Almost every surface of his humble apartment was paired with a memory. And even then, it seems Venti could not get enough of you.

“Then they should be able to safely conduct their necessary research.” You finally finished your thought.

“Maybe you should join them next time.” Venti proposed as his fingers continued to play with your clit.

You couldn’t even deny the effects that he had on you — your essence starting to leak out in response to his touches. That was one of the things he loved about you — how eager you were for him in kind. Very rarely did you ever push him away and, if he pushed the right buttons, you would rise to his challenge later that night.

“Oh, you should! Nothing like the protection from our favorite honorary knight.” Amber replied with a genuine smile.

“It’d be my pleasure.” You responded, reaching for your glass to drown out your expression with wine. 

“Your pleasure indeed.” Venti murmured under his breath, loud enough only for you to hear.

Amber was called by one of the other Knight’s and she turned in her seat to face him. Her back was facing you now and you let you out a quiet, but incredibly long sigh. Venti’s expression could be compared to a lighthearted smile, but you knew that a smirk was underneath that forcibly innocent aura.

His fingers rubbed circles against your clit — his skin a wildfire against yours as you wet the seat beneath you. Venti shoved in his middle and index with little warning, pistoning them while the other partygoers lay innocent to his dirty deed. 

 “My love, if you continue to make that face then surely everyone here will know.” Venti murmured this against the skin of your ear for a second, before straightening back in his seat.

You tried your best to hide your impassioned look, but it was hard to do so when your lover was working directly against you. You felt this thumb rolling harshly on your clit while his fingers thrust in quickly. Trying deep breaths to hide your moans, Venti leaned down to kiss you on the lips proper.

You followed the motion immediately, chin lifting as you savored the feel of his lips against yours. The crease of your lips parted for him, Venti immediately licking at your wet cavern. He knew you completely and this included how to throw you right over the edge.

One of your hands grabbed at his arm and just as you were about to feel that sweet release, Venti pulled away entirely and sat back in his seat.

“Alright, lovebirds. No need to gloat your kissy face in front of the rest of us single people.” Amber’s voice cut through your thoughts and you blushed at her words.

“Hehe.” Venti giggled aloud, his laugh while usually endearing, was nothing but mocking toward you.

At least Amber did not catch more than kissing.

But just as you were relieved to have not been caught, you were annoyed that Venti had just teased you right to your breaking point. You turned to the Archon, but he was already looking at you.

Expecting a teasing smirk in place, you were pleasantly surprised to see the loving gaze he was throwing you. Venti instead grabbed your hand, lifting it to his lips and kissing the top as he maintained eye contact with you. 

It was hardly scandalous, but Amber still exclaimed. “Oh my god — just get married already!”

Venti laughed, but did not let go of your hand. At this point, while you were glad to see everyone again, you had one thing on your mind and it had much to do with what was leaking out of your sopping wet pussy.

But Venti was intent on celebrating tonight, drinking plenty of wine and shooting you looks over the rim of his glass. Different faces stopped at your table, Barbara exclaiming her greetings and Jean formally addressing the both of you. Kaeya flirted with you while Venti sat right alongside you, but hardly batted an eyelash when he was waved away by the Archon.

The hand holding yours squeezed once the Cryo user walked away. Venti leaned into you, kissing you on the nose before murmuring. “You’re mine; don’t forget that.”

You narrowed your eyes in response and gritted out in frustration, “Then why don’t you fill me up proper so I remember?”

“Hehe.” Venti chuckled before moving to whisper by your ear, “Don’t tell me you're still dripping wet with all these people around us?”

“You’re such a lil shit.”

“To think you’re so naughty.” Venti continued, crafting a sensual word picture through his words. The Bard too often used his powers against you. “Surrounded by all our friends and your main concern is the feel of my cock as I split you wide open.”

He was so smooth with his words, the same lips that poured out endearments was just as likely to light your nerves aflame.

“Tell me how hard you need me inside you.” Venti demanded, “Would my little minx prefer it if I painted your walls white tonight? Or are you so desperate for me that I should take you right here?”

“Venti—“

“Ah, not a good enough answer.” He cut off, “Looks like you’ll have to wait.”

And he sure as hell made you wait. Through stories and conversing with the rest, you were stuck at the bar until Diluc was finally shutting the lights off. You waved at Amber and the rest a warm goodnight, not at all gentle as you gripped Venti’s wrist and stalked in the direction of his apartment.

He openly laughed at your eagerness, but did not fight your grip.

The moment his door slammed behind the both of you, you were gripping at his clothes and throwing them off to his hardwood floors. Your mouth gravitated towards his — for once you were commandeering the lead tonight.

You pulled Venti towards his bedroom, open mouth kisses as you pulled him along. Once you were close enough, you practically pushed the poor man onto his own bedsheets. Your dress followed as a heap on the floor before you hovered over the Archon. You held a firm grip at his wrists, keeping his arms in place as you nipped at his neck and sucked dark hickies along his skin.

Venti was usually the one who took the initiative in the physical aspect of your relationship and for once, you were dominating the bedroom activities. After all, he had all the power to push you off, but Venti was relishing the way you lost yourself to the lustful passion.

Grinding your naked hips against one another, Venti openly moaned into the air. You just kept sucking at his skin, running down his chest before surfacing back upward. Running a playful tongue over each of his taut nipples, you loved the way Venti was gazing at you from beneath.

“I should make you have a taste of your own medicine.”

“Oh?”

“Should I bring you right to the precipice, my sweet bard?”

Venti smiled before challenging you, “I’d like to see you try.”

You licked your lips before trailing downward, a confident hand wrapping around his shaft. Giving only small kitten licks at the throbbing, pink head, Venti watched you as he folded his arms behind his neck.

To catch him off guard, you took a breath and downed his dick in one swallow. His dick poked at the back of your throat and you fought the urge to gag, your nose prodding against his skin. Venti’s voice broke the cool evening air as he moaned loudly, one hand reflexively carding through your hair.

You swallowed around him before pulling off his dick entirely, placing a small kiss on the head before repeating. Venti continually groaned at your rapidly deep pace, vibrations from your mouth only heightening his pleasure.

To think that you were so meek when you first started being intimate. You were hesitant to hold hands and never really had experience being like this with another person. Venti loved the fact that he was guiding you through it and was almost proud at how he was fully at your mercy now.

Even balls deep inside, you licked at the underside of his shaft and tried your best to swallow around him. He had to fight the need to curse, pleasantly surprised at how you were dominating the night. Venti planned on teasing you the entire time, but it was even better finally seeing you snap.

You felt his hips spasm in place and pulled off of him before he came, hearing a soft groan in response almost immediately.

Venti tried to guide you back to his dick, but you pulled off and shook your head at him, eyes latching onto his from your lowered position.

“You better finish this.” His voice held little patience.

Instead you smirked and shot back, “Like you did with me earlier?”

With little preamble, Venti wiped the smirk off your face by pulling you up and maneuvering into switched positions. You suddenly found yourself on your stomach as Venti aligned himself from behind, the only moment of reprieve was when he pushed in the head of his dick. He stewed there for a few seconds, giving you time to push him off if you did not want it, before thrusting himself all the way through.

You nearly screamed at the long impale, his shaft filling up your pussy as you gripped his bed-sheets tightly. Head shoved downward, you grinded your ass in tandem with his thrusts, a slave to your passion as you wanted to feel him in the most intimate way possible.

His pace ran wild, varying in speed and intensity with each thrust as if to keep you on edge. You felt one of his hand glide its way up your back, outlining your spine before he buried his fingers in your hair. His hold was not gentle, keeping you head down and ass up as he rut harshly against your ass.

His other hand snaked around your waist, returning back to the area that he had graced back at the bar. You tensed around him as he played with your clit, earning a harsh groan in response from the sudden tightness.

Venti leaned down to kiss at your neck, eager to mark those planes of skin as his alone. You expected to be fucked stupid, but he guided you onto your back in the next second.

“Look at me, taking you.” He instructed, connecting eyes with you before motioning down to where you were joined. “It was cute watching you try to take over tonight.”

It was becoming too much for you. Venti was attractive on multiple levels, but what really drew you to the bard was his way with words. And it seemed he picked up on that quickly, eager to whisper sweet nothing or even better, dirty words into your ears at almost any time.

You moans bounced off the walls, along with Venti’s mischevious words, mixed with the sound of skin slapping skin as his thighs continuously met your ass.

“Look at the way you grip me so good. Your sweet lips give such a good nectar, but I’ll get a better taste later.” Venti continued before leaning your foreheads together. “You’re mine.”

To think the God of Freedom was so possessive.

But it seemed he also wanted a response, from the way he kept staring into your eyes after.

“Always yours.”

He shot you a genuine smile in response, more sloppy, open-mouth kisses following as he continued to slap skin against skin. You folded your fingers behind his neck, trying to get any semblance of balance as you lost yourself to the feel of his glistening cock.

Venti continued whispering similar thoughts to you, receiving moans and labored agreements from you in response. He was very vocal during intimate times, which you absolutely loved hearing.

Formal words escaped you as Venti joined your hips together, moans pouring out in a reverence that the Archon cherished.

Taking advantage of your lost mental state, Venti asked. “Tell me, does my little minx want me to fill her up?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, pussy throbbing just at the thought of it.

You heard him swear under his breath, his hips faltering in rhythm as you both neared a similar end. Like a spring being quickly uncoiled, you felt the pressure in your lower stomach burst almost all at once. Clenching hard on his cock, you clawed into his back as he rubbed at a particular spot in your greedy pussy.

“Please!” You begged without direction, Venti following your hidden words as he all but slammed your hips together.

All at once, you felt your tight hole fill to the brim with your shared essence, walls finally painted white as you both finally reached your end. You felt like a puddle of bones on the bedsheets, Venti pulling you to his chest as he laid on his back.

Venti did not hesitate, kissing your forehead even as he struggled to gain his breath. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You replied, much more fatigued than he as you lazily pawed at his hair.

You were hardly equals but in moments like this, Venti made you feel like the most loved person in the world. He placed butterfly kisses along your neck — you could feel his smile on your skin.

“I’m always so grateful when you come home.” Venti continued, lips murmuring against your skin.

Home.

You started here as a simple traveler, without Mora to your name and not a single family member alive. But Venti and all the wonderful people of Mondstadt filled the hole in you heart.

You inclined upward to meet his lips and replied saying,

“I’m finally home.”

[mrpenguinpants]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Whenever I write these it’s always when I have a pile of requests on my desk that I said I was going to get to but never do. I even missed a day yesterday because I crashed and burned and slept the entire day haha. Might miss today too since I’m going out to see my mum. 

This is like 90% crack and 10% actual content. I’m gonna post this and proceed to have shock therapy and wipe it from my memory.

I just want to be happy and it’s cold af where I live. I’ve also learned from maagdalen that Russia is insane with snow.  

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Today’s appreciation post goes to asoundofdrop. Ty for the love on the Childe HCs hehe. Honestly, just the fact you tag everything blows my mind because I hate tagging so just seeing you do it with my mess of tags (back when I screamed my feelings before tumblr dropped the ban hammer on me) is like wow. That’s some next level effort, wish I had that haha;; I’m just gonna say this in advance, I am so sorry for the mess of tags I’m about to drop on this. 

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Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: University AU [V1]

Genshin: Roommate [V1]

Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

[Masterlist]

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[taglist]  <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

@hanniejji  @mikeysbike @unionwitch @musekala @twistedsunnshiii @stanzastic @akaasea @xoneaboveallx @adoring-ghost @asheseiler @childelover @dilucsz​

@youaskedfurret @snowy224 @mayumintsu​ @tigerpriestess

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Xiao

Excuse me? What is this cold you speak of? He’s an adepti he doesn’t know what cold is. Is it a demon he’s not aware of? Should he go beat it into submission if that’ll make you feel better? He’s already gone with his spear and out to go slay this cold demon before you can explain what the hell temperature is. 

By the time he’s back, he seems so proud of himself for killing a dragonspine yeti that you don’t have the heart to tell him that was literally not what you wanted or expected him to do. Your fingers are about to break their finger kneecaps. pLEASE sir just hold my hand. 

Bad idea, he’s been outside in the cold and he’s not exactly wearing mittens so your fingers end up colder. But you’re finally holding his hand that you suck it up and cry when he does actually break your fingers because he doesn’t know what muscle control is. 

Keqing

Ruthless business woman one second and then you show up, tell her you’re cold, and she’s reduced to flustered mother hen. All she has on her are these long sleeves that all Qixing wear. Would you like some warm milk? She knows you like your milk heated to a simmer right at 187.7975 degrees Fahrenheit.

Okay, first off, who measures in fahrenheit anymore this is China Liyue. Second off, how the hell does she know that and why is it so precise? She’s already throwing whatever Liyue duties she had back at the poor worker that has no idea what possessed the normally confident and admirable Keqing into this...creature. Making new plans for a heating system in Liyue while also coddling you. 

Catch her outside at 3am pounding the snow ground, crying, as she curses Rex Lapis for making it so cold in Liyue when he’s not even the Cyro archon. Zhongli sneezed while looking over papers burning the 3am oil. Maybe he needs to go home before it gets too cold, he might be getting sick. 

Diluc

God you’re such an idiot. Didn’t you see how hard the snow was falling? I can’t believe I married someone with 2 braincells. Are you trying to give me a heart attack? What would father in the sky think if my partner died because of frost bite when I’m a goddamn pyro vision user? I can commit arson to make a make-shift fire place, I have the money for the damages. 

Dilu- NO I DON’T NEED YOUR SHIRT. IT’S -20 DEGRESS. IT’S OKAY. YOUR COAT IS ENOUGH. PUT YOUR CLAYMORE AWAY WE CANNOT SET THE KNIGHTS OF FAVONIUS HQ ON FIRE WE AREN’T EVEN NEAR THERE. KAEYA IS INSIDE- DILUC - NO COME BACK. 

Your make shift fireplace is Kaeya’s “ugly” scarf. That’s it. That’s the post. 

Amber

Oh you’re cold? It’s okay, here take her baron bunny to cuddle with while she lights a fire. She thinks she saw some boar’s in the forest, she can make her specialty and that should warm you right up! So sweet, so wholesome. Don’t worry this baron bunny won’t explode in your face, she tripled checked she wasn’t giving you a dancing bomb.

While you’re huddled around a summoning circle of baron bunny’s, nice and warm, is when she relaxes and joins you. She grins to herself and pats herself on the shoulder. See that haters, she can make her partner nice and happy without your #buffamberwhen. 

Kaeya

You’re cold? Maybe you’ve just fallen so hard for him that whenever you think of him you get cold. He never knew you cared so much it’s so cut- okok you can stop hitting him now. He’ll offer his scarf if he had one but Diluc might have burned it but he does have his tit window. 

Basically impenetrable, you could bounce bullets off it so naturally the cold bounces off. You have to tell him up front that he sound borderline crazy and the fbi are already at his door. The fbi is Diluc. So instead he offers his overcoat and asks you if you would like to join him in some cozy tavern that hopefully has heating. 

It’s a nice and comforting experience until he drags you to Angel share and you know it’s just to 1v1 Diluc in the parking lot. 

Scaramouche

lol perish 

So naturally, you grab his ridiculous hat that he wears to compensate for his gremlin height and throw it like a frisbee. 

Go fetch 

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God, why is there no official content of you scaramouche you bitch, you’re ruining the aesthetic. This is why I only give you one point of dialogue. This isn’t even funny. It’s a therapy session. This entire post was just for me to say tit window because I didn’t get to say it in my last Kaeya fic. 

Wow, I wonder which characters I like in genshin. Could it be “wow I hate everything and everyone don’t fucking touch me” male characters??? Could it be “Head strong but are secretly adorable” female characters?? Kaeya is only there because Diluc is there. 

I had to redo all my headers because everyone was taking up so much space in their 240p quality. Keqing is the only one that actually stepped forward when it was picture day. I don’t have enough energy to care about sizing I’m sorry. 

[del1ghted]

♡ general relationship headcanons w/ xiao♡

↳ gender neutral pronouns used for reader

↳ warnings | none

↳ fandom | genshin impact

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xiao often teeters the line between a gentle and passionate lover.

there are days when his fingers skid over your palms with caution, his touch ghosting over your hips as his kisses are filled with just as much apprehension. he longs for your warmth, on the occasions where he’s too afraid to make the first move he appreciates your lack of hesitance in taking his hand.

he’s much too aware of his strength and pushes down his selfish desire in order keep you safe, no matter how much he wishes to bury his nose in the dip of your shoulder. “it won’t be a problem if i touch you,” you say, his voice of reason, and eventually he gives in and allows you to take over.

although he may seem reluctant, he melts when you brush his hair and run baths for the both of you. the sense of normalcy he was never given thaws his frosted heart to the core until it feels like you’re filling him with heat.

eventually when need overrides his fears, he intends to keep you all to himself in a room at Wangshu Inn for days. phantom kisses turn into greedy make outs until your lips are wet and bruised with the intensity of his love.

his hands leave prints on your waist if you come back from a long journey, xiao only finds peace between warm sheets and his person curled around your form.

annoyance burns through him and fills his veins when you’re out on commissions for too long—turning into a petulant child when others take your attention for more than necessary.

xiao is uncaring to people when it comes to you, your safety becoming his top priority above everything else. he may be a tad possessive towards you because of his past, the fear of losing you plagues his mind whenever you’re not there to distract him.

when you venture out beyond Liyue he stands counting the seconds till your return, what would usually feel like a blink of an eye to an adeptus turns into hours for him while you’re away.

“did you miss me?” you’ll tease as you unclip your vision from your waist, setting aside the artifacts you gathered on the desk beside the bed. the answer will come in the form of xiao gripping your wrist and tugging you down into a tight hug.

there are many private moments on the balcony of the inn, xiao takes his time peppering your face instead of observing the stars above. His preferred love language is physical touch, (you can’t tell me otherwise) and he makes it very known to you.

If your hands are calloused and scarred from climbing Liyue’s mountains, he’ll kiss every scrape until the rough textures of your palms are engrained in his memory.

mornings are accompanied by the feeling of fingertips trailing along the knobs of your spine along with sleepy kisses on your shoulder. you’ll be wrapped up unproductive in his arms until you need to use the bathroom, and even after he’ll pull you down and kiss you senseless if he’s in the mood.

when arguments inevitably happen, they’ll usually be over the blunt things he said or the overwhelming need to protect you. you know he never means to hurt you, but sometimes his words cut like a jagged knife through flesh. he doesn’t mean to be rude, but it can sure come off that way especially if he’s recently dealt with his karmic debt. since xiao has met you he’s had less time to stress and hurt over his past, so when he is reminded it puts him in a bad mood for the rest of the day.

his temper becomes shorter then it usually is, he’ll snap at you if you cling too much or if you’re too reckless.

it may take awhile, but he recognizes the change of your attitude soon enough. the only form of contact you two have is a feeble squeeze along his forearm before you head off to Mondstadt, trying your best not to let the wave of hurt show on your face.

nausea and separation anxiety creep on him slowly after your departure, a commission that’s supposed to be three days turns into five, and xiao cannot help but think you left him.

“the main roads were blocked.” you explained as soon as you got back, taking a seat beside your lover once you noticed the pure worry clouding amber eyes. “i’m okay, really.”

your boyfriend, as expected, leads you to the bed where he can bury his face into your shoulder.

“‘m sorry.” it’s quiet and gentle, something meant for only you to hear.

he’s not good at expressing his feelings; there are moments where xiao will seem reluctant to be in your presence when it’s truly the opposite. for decades he’s been apart from human interaction unless it was necessary, so it’s difficult for him to show how much he loves you.

it would help, immensely so, if you’re patient with him. there are days where he’ll drown you in affection, and others where space is more wanted, and you have to accept that.

kissing you has perhaps become his favorite thing to do. he’ll trail from your forehead, to your cheek, down to the corner of your mouth before finally, properly meeting your lips.

call out his name between kisses and he’ll press against you fervently like he can’t get enough.

while he doesn’t prefer to express his love in public, hidden in the four walls of Wangshu Inn’s rooms he’ll express that you’re the most important thing to him in all of Teyvat and beyond.