#venti angst scenarios

[zeraaachan]

hypothetically

if i died hypothetically… what will you do?

summary: in which the reader asked them a hypothetical question and they curse the day it becomes reality. alternatively, how the genshin! characters react to reader's death

content warning(s): major character death, angst/ no comfort

character(s): scaramouche, xiao, venti

modern au! scaramouche

"babe, hypothetically speaking…"

scaramouche's head adorned by his crown of violet hair lays on their lap, his dark locks being gently combed by their nimble fingers. he hummed and closed his eyes to urge them to continue.

"if I die hypothetically--"

"no."

"babe, i haven't finished yet."

"no."

"no, like seriously," they said with a chuckle. scaramouche's eyes are now already wide open, glaring at them with obvious hate for the topic. yet the sharpness of his gaze is a sharp contrast to the way he currently holds their hand: soft yet firm, as if even the reaper is not allowed to take them from him. "if I die hypothetically what will you do?"

"no."

"what do you mean no?"

"no."

"babe…"

"no."

"scara, love…"

"no."

"no."

"no."

"no."

"no."

"no."

"no!" scaramouche's breath hitched as the only word that escaped his constricted throat is a mere one syllable word. he repeated the short word with another despaired cry. an anguished wail as the two cones of ice cream on his hands fell to the ground, completely forgotten and melted at the mercy of the hot pavement. "no…" another horrified murmur escaped his lips as he take in the sight before him. he can not even hear anything except for the sound of panic and cries to call the ambulance. "no, no, no…"

scara, felt himself shut the world, as the very person that stabilize him to the ground is in front of him… immobile. they sleep on the pavement of the road as a thick, warm red blankets their body. their eyes didn't even met his. it's inanimate, gone… just like as how the rest of the words that the cunning boy once knew became replaced by one word that fully express his grief. all that was left for him was to say, "no…" in pure guilt, in agony.

no, no, no, no… he screams and tear himself in his head as he blame his stupid self for everything. his hands found its way on his dark hair as he cries in pure pain. no, please, no… no… he bemoans, tears continuously falling from his eyes, the same thing he despised yet he now hated even more. no, no, no… what if he just stayed with them instead? what if he didn't stepped away for a moment and bought ice creams for the two of them? then maybe he'll still be holding a warm hand and not a cold and bloody one. no. oh no… no, no…please no. if only he was with them… if only he was there when someone accidentally pushed them… if only the car didn't hit them… "no…no…"

as scaramouche, the ever prideful, kneels on the harsh pavement with both of his knees… as the red started to seep into his entirety, he remembered the words they hypothetically asked that day. in which he answered 'no', repeatedly, it's a 'no'.

how ironic that when the hypothetical question became a reality and his only response truly became… 'no'.

                        modern au! xiao

"babe, hypothetically, if i die,"

a sharp hiss escaped xiao's throat as soon as he heard those words slip past their lips. the mere thought is blasphemy for him, an unimaginable imagine that he'd rather not have. and that's why he can not blame his eyes for narrowing in alertness and unsettlement as he waited for them to continue.

"what will you do?"

the edge to his gaze didn't lessen nor dull. solid amber remains cold, rigid, as the thought freeze each blood cell in his body and cold fear gripped his being. his gaze remained hard on them, unreadable of the muddled thoughts that run in a frenzy in xiao's head.

"i…" he started, trying to makes his voice softer. he racked his mind to find the right words to give them but in the end, what his tongue presented to them was his honest, straightforward answer. "i will never let that happen." he stated, full of conviction, more to himself than them. it is a vow that he etched to the very fiber of his heart's muscle and there it'll stay 'til his heart beats. "just call my name if you're in danger, call my name whenever you need me… i'll always answer your call."

a static noise suddenly filled his ears. it blurred his memory and drowned his reminiscing.

twenty missed calls and one that he actually received. the first twenty are from them, the last call was from a hospital. all that registered to xiao alatus' muddled brain are a few words from the call: heavy injuries, we did our best, and… their name.

he promised them immediate answers. he swore to them an instant response. he vowed to them his presence with their every beckon and call. he made an oath, to be there whenever they need, to be by their side whenever they were in danger… to answer whenever they called.

and the one time xiao alatus didn't answered… the one time he failed to check his phone… the one and first time he dismissively said that everything was fine… was the last time they'll call.

ah, xiao is too stupid. a fool. a whole fucking circus! and the weight of the joke fell heavy on his shoulder, made him drop on the morgue's floor, and laughed as he sing the hymn of bereavement. stupid! how can he easily make a vow and eat his own words? how can he swear to protect them and be nowhere near when they indeed need him? how can he not take their call…? when now he realized how every call of theirs matters…that each time they call him, his name, is the number of times that he actually lives.

how can he let it happen?

the one call xiao failed to answer… is the one he should have.

                     venti

"hypothetically,"

they started as venti serenade them with his lyre. his ears strain to hear the melody of their voice above his strumming of musical instrument and the lyrics that he sings with pure affection. he listens intently to their next words, just as how he listen to the rhythm of the wind.

"what will you do if I die?"

it made the harmony pause. the orchestra experienced a hiccup in their synchrony as the silence became its new conductor. venti's fingers hovered over the strings of his instrument, his gaze now fully trained on them as a mixture of horror, shock, and fear, play like the wind in his green eyes.

"windblume, what made you say that? are you in any sort of danger?" the bard asked in evident distress and their dismissive shrug did nothing to soothe his worries. it terrified him. yet when they urged him to answer, venti sighed in surrender. his mouth that sings the most beautiful and sweetest verses voiced his mind. it made his tongue, expert with the taste of wine yet is never a liar, let a devoted oath fall from the archon’s lips. "if you die… i'll sleep… and choose to never wake up."

"venti!"

"but that won't ever happen, windblume. as long as i am one with the wind, you are cherished, loved, and protected." he vowed, a tone of sincerity in the bard's beautiful voice that made its sweetest song when he swore to them. "there's no place that the wind doesn't reach."

oh, but there is a place where the wind can't reach.

and they fell to it, drowned in it. without the wind, the turbulence took them and took their whole being away from the anemo archon. they spiraled downwards, down to the deepest depths, pulled to the deepest place… at the end of death's tornado. and he wasn't there to save them. the wind can not reach them… he can not reach them. until all of the air in their lungs was gone… and not a single arm of wind reached them.

they escaped the wind's grasp and turned to death's clutch.

ah, venti, barbatos, forgot how to cry. he should have been used to this. he should have prepared for this. he lost one too many already… and it seems that everyone he cherish can not be protected by the wind, by him. anemo must be a hateful element and death is a more enticing option. since how can everyone leave him? always alone with the wind.

ah… venti, the bard, feels tired. the words he swore to them that day rang in his ears. he can still hear their voice, their sweet music that sings with the wind… and he can still hear his promise to them that day.

just as promised, venti, barbatos the archon, went to a deep slumber… to another place that the wind doesn't reach. 

[koiir]

꒰͡ ⠀ ׂ GENSHIN MASTERLIST ׂ ͡꒱

a/n; haven’t posted for genshin since September but for the sack of my sanity I wanted to make a new/up to date Masterlist, also bc I plan to write for genshin again soon:,)

╭∘ MULTIPLE

❛ GENSHIN GUYS AS ARI SONGS — Kazuha, aether, xiao, thoma, ayato

❛ LOVE IS AROUND — Albedo, Kazuha, Xiao, diluc

❛ TELL ME WHY GOTTA LOOK AT ME THAT WAY? — Heizou, ayato, kazuha, gorou

❛ THE FEELS — Xiao, scaramouche, cyno, kazuha

❛ TRUE LOVE — kazuha, scaramouche, albedo, xiao, kaeya

❛ YOU WALKED IN, CAUGHT MY ATTENTION — Heizou, Kazuha, Childe x gn!reader

❛ I’VE GOT SOMETHING TO CONFESS — albedo, venti, kaeya, kazuha, xiao, scaramouche

❛ I’M DRUNK IN YOU — kazuha, diluc, kaeya, xiao x gn!reader

❛ I FANCY YOU ( I LOVE YOU) — ayato, Childe, diluc, heizou x fem!reader

❛ WANNA BE LOVED (I KNOW ITS OVER) — scaramouche, kazuha, xiao, Alhaitham, venti

❛ CHEER UP BABY — scaramouche, diluc, cyno, xiao

❛ II CAN’T STOP ME — scaramouche, xiao, Kazuha, heizou x gn!reader

❛ TRYING TO LET YOU KNOW, I MUST LET YOU KNOW — heizou, xiao, cyno, Alhaitham, zhongli x gn!reader

❛ I’M SUPER SHY, SUPER SHY — Xiao, scaramouche, ayato, kazuha

❛ JUST FOR A MINUTE — scaramouche, diluc, Childe, Kazuha

❛ YOU CRYING? — multiple Genshin men

❛ TALK THAT TALK — scaramouche, heizou, Alhaitham x gn!reader

❛ WHEN THE MOON RISES — Kazuha, scaramouche, xiao x gn!reader

❛ SO I’M UP, DAYDREAMIN — Lyney, scaramouche, xiao x gn!reader

╭∘ ONESHOTS

KAZUHA

❛ SO WHY DON’T WE FALL IN LOVE? — kazuha x fem!reader

❛ IT’S SO SWEET, KNOWING THAT YOU LOVE ME — Kazuha x fem!reader

❛ I’LL NEVER BITE THE PAIN — kazuha x fem!reader, past heizou x fem!reader (pt2, to love is sour)

❛ MELODY OF LOVE — Kazuha x gn!reader

❛ STAY — Kazuha x gn!reader

HEIZOU

❛ LOVE IS SOUR, LOVE IS SOUR GRAPES — heizou x fem!reader

ALBEDO

❛ DON’T TRY TO BE A GENIUS WHY SO SERIOUS? — albedo x fem!reader

SCARAMOUCHE

❛ EX!CRUSH SCARAMOUCHE — scaramouche x gn!reader

❛ YOU AND I, ITS MORE THAN LIKE — scaramouche x gn!reader

❛ SEASONS — scaramouche x gn!reader

LYNEY

❛ BEHIND THE CURTAIN — Lyney x gn!reader

[theendisneat]

"I love you, I love you, I love you." [Dying in their arms]

Warings - Death, mentions of illness and injury, hurt/no comfort

Characters - Xiao, Childe, Kamisato Ayaka, Venti, Scaramouche/Wanderer

Word Count - 1410

Xiao

He held you in his arms. If he wasn’t so concerned with hurting you, even now when blood slid from your lips and down your throat, he would be crushing you against his chest. But his hands cradled your body tenderly, so softly he was practically hovering them around you, not wanting to taint your already dying body with his karma.

Tears gathered in his eyes, but he forced himself not to cry when you two made eye contact. He wanted to, archons he wanted to ball when he saw the light slowly dim from your pretty eyes, the eyes he was admiring not so long ago.

“Why?” He couldn’t help but whisper. “I could’ve protected myself.”

You opened your mouth, only for no sounds to come out on the first try. You swallowed harshly, the taste of blood making you want to vomit, but you didn’t even have the energy for that. “It was instinct.”

It was then Xiao finally let those tears fall. It was instinct? The instinct to protect him? You loved him that much? He hugged you closer, pressing his forehead against your own so he could hear your breaths, your shallow, dying breaths. You protected him, you loved him, and he loved you.

Slowly he kissed your cheek. “I love you.”

Your forehead. “I love you.”

Eyelids. “I love you. I love you.”

And finally, the lips that had taken their last breath. “I love you, so, so, much.”

Childe

Fighting beside you was a dream for him. Both of you engaged in the thrill of battle, taking out enemies side by side with equal grace and power. He loved it, loved seeing you in his domain, loved seeing you kickass. It put a smile on his face knowing his lover was like him, powerful.

But everything powerful eventually falls, and you did it for him. So caught up in the heat of the battle, a rush going throughout his whole body, he didn’t notice the one enemy that was creeping up behind to stab him through the heart, but you did.

You had pushed him out of the way, the sword piercing you like a hot knife through butter, right in the heart where Childe was meant to get hit. The sword was pulled back with a metallic whine as Childe saw red. He doesn’t remember what he did, or what was happening until his body hands were holding your head and pressing down on your heart.

He was mumbling reassurances, desperate pleas to stay by his side and do everything you’ve ever dreamed of doing. Hysterical nonsense was the only thing to be heard besides your quiet breaths and the drip of blood as it painted the field alongside the bodies of the other enemies.

You used the last of your strength to cradle his cheek, accidentally smearing your blood on his pale, flushed face, but neither of you cared. You mumbled out a returning ‘I love you’ as you body went limp and Childe screamed.

Kamisato Ayaka

You didn’t know the woman in front of you, but she obviously knew you with the way she flittered about your room. Was it your room? You couldn’t recall. The memories were hazy, and your limbs were heavy. 

Ayaka had never been more scared out of her mind when Thoma had dragged you home one day saying you had gotten in an altercation with the Tenryou Commision protecting an immigrant merchant and had lost your vision. You had been beaten, that was obvious enough, but what she was really worried about was the lack of vision, with only bad things to say about the condition of those who had lost theirs.

Ayaka was right in her worry as you began to deteriorate before her eyes. You stopped knowing how to get around the house, you lost recognition of some of the house’s staff members, you would wander around, eyes glazed and thoughts foggy. It was only about time when the memories of Thoma, and Ayato, and her started to fade.

You would lean away from her kisses, struggling to remember her name, and stayed in your room when moving became too difficult. Your body was going along with your mind, becoming a corpse right in front of your forgotten lover’s eyes.

When you took your last breath, you were too weak to lean away from Ayaka’s hands. They cupped your face gently, her delicate finger wiping away tears you didn’t know the origin of. The last thing you remember was the sound of her crying, her tears dripping on your face as she hovered over you, desperate to see some last spark in your eyes before they finally went out.

She whispered to your still body. Pleas of adoration for you to come back, to open your eyes and look at her with recognition and love once more, but you couldn’t, and she knew that, and it only made her cry harder.

Venti

Your head was in his lap, hair spread across his thighs haphazardly as he caressed your face with such gentleness it felt like a morning breeze. You could feel the pain anymore, the one that had traveled through your abdomen to your heart. It had been stabbing in tune with the beat of your heart, but now, laying here, it didn’t hurt so bad.

The feeling was leaving from your feet, limbs becoming numb. You tried to twitch your fingers to reach up to your beloved’s face. Tears had begun to slide down his cheeks, but a stoic, empty smile was on his face. Why was he crying?

“Are you alright, love?” You had no idea why it took so much effort simply to speak. Your mind had begun to fog, eyes, unknowing to you, had glazed over slightly, making you look like a doll.

“Yeah.” Venti murmured, trying to make his smile more joyful, but you could hear the lingering brokenness in his voice. “Everything’s alright darling.”

“Why’re you cryin’ then?” Venti heard the slurring of your voice and had to bite down a new wave of tears. He thumbed the skin under your eye, rubbing away any lasting tears of pain.

“I’m just so happy to see you again. You’ve been off on your adventures. It’s nice to see you back home ya know?”

Venti leaned down and kissed your forehead. “Why don’t you go to sleep darling? We can do something fun in the morning.”

“Okay.” You felt exhaustion settling in your bones, going limp entirely now. Black spots entered your vision as you felt your consciousness fade. “I love you.”

Venti let out a wet laugh. “I love you too.” And with one final kiss on the cheek, you were gone.

Scaramouche/Wanderer

“You can’t do this to me!” His grip was tight, almost too tight, but you had lost feeling in a lot of your body a long time ago and now a previously bruising grip became a comforting pressure. “You can’t fucking do this to me! Are you going to betray me too? HUH?!”

He couldn’t control himself as you simply sat there, wrapped in your blankets with a content smile on your face. You were leaving him. Didn’t you understand how much it would hurt, living everyday for the rest of eternity wishing you were there?

You had been sick your whole life. No doctor had ever lied to give you hope that you would live past twenty five and so you made the most of your time before you had to move on. Content with death since the moment of your birth, you strayed away from many relationships as they would benefit nobody but misery in the long run. 

But something about Scaramouche just pulled you in.

You gravitated towards him, and he to you. Caught in each other’s orbit you danced for however long you had left. Unfortunately, it just wasn’t enough time. Cradling Scaramouche’s cheeks with your weak hands, you swiped away the ugly tears that marred his beautiful face. Pulling him to your chest, you immediately felt his arms circle your waist.

He tucked his face to the crook of your neck as he cried, pleaded. “Please don’t leave me too. Please, please, please. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

Scaramouche heard as your heart stopped beating, your chest staying still. Your arms fell limp from where they had wrapped around his shoulders in a loose hug.

[kalliyen]

Seatmate Sweetness

Pairing: 4nemo Boys x GN!Reader (seperate)

Featuring: Venti, Xiao, Heizou, Kazuha, Wanderer

Genre: Fluff, Crack, teasing?? is that a genre idk, school au, modern au

Summary: Seatmates who have a sweet secret crush on you ;)

Reader’s Pronouns: Not specified

Warning: this is gonna be shit cause i haven’t written i so long bye 😘 🤾‍♀️

Disclaimer: ⚠️ ONLY A WORK OF FICTION!

♯ Venti !

Venti as a seatmate would be….interesting to say the least

he’s that kid who’s always late even if he lives literally just across the school

he also has this tendency to sleep in class, when he finds the topic boring

which is, every topic in every subject

but when your homeroom adviser changed the seating arrangements and you were assigned to sit next to him, he started changing

he noticed that you were a very precise person. always at class on time very smart responsible the whole smart kid shebang yk

and when YOU were assigned to seat beside him, you were dreading it. great, now someone was just going to get in the way of your studies.

a few weeks go bye and venti is still the same as ever, slacking off, sleeping in class, and one day he even drooled a bit on your paper, which finally made you snap

luckily there wasn’t any teacher in class at the moment to witness you snapping

let’s just say his cheek was red for the whole day, and not in a good way.

he told his friends about it, which they said he deserved, which made him seethe even more

at night he thought about it, how you would focus in class, how your hair would cover you face when you double checking your notes

you looked adorable while doing it, he thought. now his face got even more red, now this time out of embarrassment

how could he realize he liked you after you slapped him infront of the class? was it a kink or something?

the next day, you apologize to him, which he didn’t even notice or listen to you for that matter, focused on your lips rather than what was coming out of it.

“venti? hello? are you listening?” you say waving your hand around his face

“i know how you can make it up to me y/n” venti starts, “really? what is it?” you say confused, tilting your head to the side

“we could go on a date together!” now both of your cheeks were a rosy pink

♯ Xiao

now xiao here was the silent smart type as we all know, while you were the giddy type who couldn’t seem to stay in your seat

he didn’t really mind it to be honest, you rarely talked to each other. but there was an understanding that you both respected each other’s space.

when your history teacher, mr. zhongli, assigned you together for an assignment, you didn’t really mind. xiao was smart and hot, from what you could tell he was also somewhat kind in his own peculiar way

you worked on it together for the rest of the period, and xiao couldn’t help but notice his heart beating even faster than it did before. it always beated quickly when you were around, which made him feel confuse inside.

after class, he asked his father figure mr. zhongli (wow who would’ve thought i did this)

“i don’t know sir, whenever im near them my heart beats 10 miles an hour, i don’t know if this is a good or bad feeling sir, perhaps whenever im close to them i might meet my demise? is this a sign that something bad will happen if i go near them? should i stay away from them? but i don’t want to stay away from them, their very kind and sweet, albeit sometimes loud, and sometimes i-“

zhongli cuts off xiao before he can utter another word, zhongli comes to the conclusion that his son was very down bad for you.

“it seems that you have developed romantic feelings for y/n. and might i add xiao, i do approve of this liking towards them, they are a very caring and sweet person indeed. this is merely a suggestion, but why don’t you tell them how they make you feel? the school festival is about to commence soon, that would be a good opportunity wouldn’t it?”

xiao thought about it for a minute, yes it was a good idea. but how will he ask you?

zhongli suggests to ask you by word, or if xiao is too nervous then by letter, xiao decides on the latter part.

he goes home that day, on his desk, pen in hand and staring at the paper.

he has so much to say and at the same time, nothing at all. he wants to tell you everything and nothing at the same time. is this what love feels like?

finally after what felt like hours, he’s finished his letter to you, making sure it looks presentable, because you only deserve the best.

he makes sure to wake up extra early the next morning, and make it to school before you do

he places the letter on your desk, and waits for you, anxiously replaying all the possibilities in his head

lucky for him, the outcome he was expecting most, came to fruition

♯ Heizou

heizou here is the diligent yet flirty president of your class. while you were quiet and kept mostly to yourself, choosing to draw in your sketchbook rather than converse with anyone.

it’s not like you didn’t have friends, you just didn’t like talking much.

since you sit on the front beside heizou, your often bombarded with the amount of paper he has piled on his desk because of yhe obscene homeworks the teachers assign you.

it kinda bothers you a bit when you barely have any room to put your things on your side of the desk but you don’t say anything, because every morning heizou sits at his side of the desk you can see his baggy eyes and unkempt hair which makes him 10x more attractive in your opinion. but he didn’t need to know that

during another one of his stress sessions you seem him struggling with a particular project in a subject you were quite good at.

but of course heizou didn’t have any balls to ask anyone for help, having the mindset of “because i am the president, i shan’t let anyone see any weakness.” (which was total bullshit btw)

you meekly tapped his shoulder which made his face bolt directly to you, way closer than he was intending

you offer your help, saying he clearly needed it and at this point heizou doesn’t have the energy to decline, so he listens to you explain the assignment in full detail, taking note how your eyes seems to glint in the sunlight and how your soft hands brushed his slightly calloused ones

he may or may not go to you when there’s an assignment on purpose, even if he fully understands the concept.

he thinks it’s a win win, he can spend more time with you and complete his tasks

(even if he’s just staring at you 99% of the time)

♯ Kazuha

let’s be real this boy is rarely in school

but when he is at school, he’s just sleeping most of the time

when the teachers try to corner him with a question when they catch him dozing off, he manages to answer them correctly

they ignore him after that LMAOOOOO

but when you, transfer to his school in the middle of the year and get assigned next to him, he starts to take a liking to you

you’d make notes for him in class while he sleeps, thinking he had a rough night before, which he finds really nice and so adorable

of course in return, he helps you with concepts you don’t understand or if you’re having trouble understanding japanese

he doesn’t know how he ended up in this situation but right now your in his home, speaking to his moms and having dinner with them

it’s not like he didn’t like that you were at his home, quite the opposite frankly but it turns out that his mothers find out about his little crush on you

all evening his mothers have been indirectly teasing him, even going as far as almost revealing his crush on you

after dinner was finally over, he takes you to his room (his moms gave him teasing winks that made his face all red) and showed you all the memorabilia he’s acquired from his adventures with his moms

you found them so amazing, and when you look back at him he’s stepping forward to you which makes you freeze in place, despite feeling a quick warmth on your lips

your at his house even more often after that event ;)

♯ Wanderer

absolutely HATES GOING TO SCHOOL

but is one of the top students 🤷‍♂️

his aunt makes him go saying that learning is an essential part at life

“auntie that’s bs i don’t-“ he gets slapped in the face

goes to school cause he didn’t wanna get spanked in the face again LMAOOAOAOA

as his deskmate he actually really really likes you, even more than a deskmate actually

but boy has no way to tell you

sometimes he sees that you have nothing to eat for lunch so he gives you his “extra” saying that he doesn’t want you to faint in class, making him take you to the nurse’s office

nahida always wonders why her nephew stays up so late to make food for 2 people, but she doesn’t push the subject further

you thought it was really sweet of him, and his cooking was amazing! why would people say that he’s mean and an arrogant bastard? (he is tho just not to you lol)

you wanna repay him with something, so you decide to make some brownies for him, not knowing he despises sweets

you stay up all night, wanting to make them as perfect as the food he gives you

you pack it in a cute lil bento with a lil thank you note sticked to it and get to bad, excited of what his reaction will be to the pastry you’ve made him

the next do you can clearly see the disinterest in his face when he sees your brownies (he thinks he’s hiding it well he’s really not) which makes you feel really bad

“do you not like them? i can make something else for you, i just wanted to return the favor since you always give me your extra lunch, i’m sorry if this isn’t what you like”

his face goes IMMEDIATELY red with embarrassment, mostly at himself because of how a dumbass he is 💀

“i didn’t mean it with i’ll intent y/n, it’s just that i’m not really fond of sweets, but i would like to try one” he responds an idea popping into his head

“really? what is it? i’ll make it for you! to make up for these ones you don’t like, just give me the recipe and-“ you get cut off by him hooking his fingers under your chin

“you”

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a/n: bye this is so cringe if my friends see this they will never let me live this down

if your my friend irl PLEASE RESPECTFULLY STFU 😂😂😂

[2-dsimp]

Can I request Yandere siren venti angst (like with a reader whose trying to hunt down mermaids and sirens for their scales ) for the Mytherials event, if you have time

A Sirens scales———————————

Yandere siren! Venti x hunter reader

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【Cw: yandere tendencies, imprisonment, delulu venti, toxic relationship, slight angst】

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“Oh honey it’s a virtue of mine to value freedom, but where do you think you’re going?”

Venti cooed, his lax feature’s sharpening into a grimacing smile as he noticed his darling chipping at the chain which encased their ankle.

“ The only way to the surface is to swim through this lagoon and I don’t think you have the lung capacity for that”

His head was peeking out from the watery surface of the underground lagoon. And he swam fluidly towards the spot where he held you captive surrounded by a shimmery circle of his blue iridescent scales.

“We had a deal… And this wasn’t part of it. I didn’t sign up to be your damn cave decoration”

You spat, a look of scorn apparent as you couldn’t help but berate yourself for being so dumb as to break monster hunter rule 101: To never trust the words of a siren, lest they drag your soul to depths of hell. But you were desperate for the money since you had a sick friend to take care of.

“Awe sweetheart don’t demean yourself like that. You’re no decoration but my lovely mate after all”

The siren purred as he emerged fully from the body of water to cast a wet hand against your cheek. Admiring you in your entirety, his touch that was gentle soon became all consuming after hearing your adamant rejection.

“What’re you talking about? I never agreed to become your mate. Just let me go home.”

You retorted as you continued to make work of the chain. While actively shying away from his slimy touch. The stark scent of sea salt made you nauseous.

“Don’t say that. You are my mate sweetie. Weren’t you the one to say that you wanted my scales to begin with?”

Venti tried to rationalize with a small chuckle as he started to apply pressure when he cupped both your cheeks. Sharp nails dug into your damp skin while he directed your gaze to his crazed ones.

“So why are you trying so hard to deny it?”

He asked, his voice was hollow as he stared deeply into your eyes with wide blown slits. You had to have known what accepting his scales would entail. So why couldn’t you understand that you guys were meant to be? He gave you his scales did he not? So why, were you trying so hard to constantly reject his advances.

You didn’t need to go back to the surface. Not after all the struggles you’ve told him about with your stay up there. What kind of lover would he be if he were to allow his precious human to be exposed to the dangers beyond his reach.

“Oh I know what’s holding you back! It’s that friend of yours isn’t? What’s his name, Ah it’s şçæřämœćħè right?”

Venti begrudgingly sounded out his name in clear distaste and didn’t know whether to laugh or sneer from how you immediately perked up at the mere mention of another man’s name. He couldn’t help but feel an envious bout of jealousy boiling deep within his gut. Well at least he knew what his priority should be, if the only thing tethering you to the surface was your friend then perhaps he could remedy that.

“Well rest assured your pretty little head darling! I’ll make sure to take extra care of him so sit tight I’ll have to make some trips”

In the end sure he did twist his words a little when he struck a deal with you, who seemed to be down on their luck. Promising you his scales in exchange for your prized company. Since he’s always been enamored watching your daily pathetic attempts at capturing a siren.

But he did uphold his end of the bargain did he not? He made sure to pluck out his scales and pile them around you enshrouding you in their glimmering shine. So it’s only fair that you start acting like a proper mate for him since he’ll be expecting a cave full of his guppies in the future.

[wanderingconstellations]

"COME BACK TO ME, PLEASE!"

various genshin men x reader

TMI— MENTIONS OF PREGNANCY, CHEATING, MAJOR ANGST, MENTIONS OF SEX W TRAVELER ON ALBEDO'S PART, AND COULD BE OOC

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DILUC

You remember the day when you and Diluc said your vows to each other— and had your amazing moment together when you both got married.

It was all so lovely, and after that— you both even decided to have a child! So of course, you both made love to each other.

The marriage was absolutely perfect in every way, Diluc was loving to you and helped you along your pregnancy journey. You were so glad to meet a man like him, or were you?

One night, you came back after having a nice day with Kaeya and the Favonius Knights— talking about your pregnancy and others. Everything went well, and you were having fun talking with Kaeya and catching up with Lisa.

That was until later on— you went into the tavern with Kaeya— only to find him with another woman. Was that the honorary knight? It must be, she's known her her heroic deeds, beautiful looks, kind and open minded personality.

Ever since that incident of Stormterror, you were certain that Diluc love you— up to now of course.

You sat down next to Kaeya, your eyes were instantly looking at the two from across.

You can't help but feel the twist and turning in your stomach. You brushed away your doubts and took deep breaths— you shouldn't doubt Diluc! He wouldn't do that would he?

...

Yes he would, he ended up being a bit too friendly with the Honorary Knight and..why was he leaning in..Is he?

...

Oh.

KAEYA

You and Kaeya have been married for six years, having a happy and healthy marriage with him.

Kaeya was your beloved and you were his, everyone in Mondstadt knew that— including Diluc, who was Kaeya's groomsman during your wedding.

Everything felt right, and it was Christmas! So you were excited to tell Kaeya about your pregnancy and gift each other gifts like every Christmas.

Except...this Christmas seemed different. Kaeya has been seemingly avoiding you for the past few months after he met the Honorary Knight and their companion.

On that Christmas day, you were walking around Mondstadt in your comfy and warm clothes— feeling the snow fall upon you while you go around and look for stuff that could be a potential gift for your beloved Kaeya.

While walking around the road of Mondstadt— you find your eyes trailing off to a familiar man with..the Honorary Knight. It was Kaeya, and he was laughing and all gigglingly with the Honorary Knight. He was even holding them why their waist and being too close with them..

Your eyes widened at the sight, where was his ring? Usually he would wear his ring over his gloves, showing them off like a trophy but..it was no where to be seen.

Should you be worried? What should you do next? Should you tell him about the pregnancy?

Suddenly, you start to doubt his love for you and this marriage.

ALBEDO

You were collecting some herbs for Albedo's experiment and you were happy to help your boyfriend.

You've been partners and lovers for a year and a few months, and you never felt so happy before. He was understanding and patient with you, he understood you like no other.

When coming back from your expedition from Liyue, you come to see the Traveler sprawled on the table with Albedo pleasing them.

You stood in shock and gulped the lump in your throat. What the hell was he doing? Why was he..doing that with the Honorary Knight? What..

You turned away with quiet steps, clutching your bag's strap tightly as you reimagine the scene of how Albedo looks when he was with the Honorary Knight.

Did he not love you? What happen? Aren't you enough? Are you enough for him? Is your love enough? Are you worthy of him?

...

You can't even bear the pain, the shock and hurt. You were glistening with tears, and hearing the sounds that the Traveler was making, and the voice of your boyfriend who was coaxing them.

How cruel can this even be.

VENTI

Crazy, being married to the Anemo archon? That was crazy.

But you didn't mind it, Venti or Barbatos was the love of your life— you both promised to never leave each other and to always love each other. You both even have matching accessories and rings to show your love for each other.

It was the day of the Windblume Festival, and you were ecstatic about it. Celebrating with your love was never boring, in fact, it always made you look with glee whenever you both celebrated together.

But perhaps today, you both aren't celebrating together.

You were waiting at Windrise, sitting at one of the trunks of the big oak tree— reminiscing the feeling of the gentle wind flowing freely past your skin and the fresh smell of nature.

It's been quite a while, and you've been waiting for quite a while now. You sighed and got off the trunk of tree, deciding to go to Mondstadt to find your beloved Barbatos.

But yet, you found yourself staring in shock at what he did. He was smiling so smugly and kissing..the Honorary Knight's neck..and looked like he enjoyed it.

To this day, this festival will only bring you pain and anguish— nothing but a reminder of his betrayal.

ZHONGLI

You and Zhongli or Morax, has been married for centuries— around 36 centuries to be prescised.

You both have matching rings to symbolise your eternal love and loyalty to each other. His friend knew about your marriage, and both support it.

Though, Zhongli was rather distint these days.

You wondered, why was he being distant? Did I do something wrong? Did I do something to make him mad?

You were thinking, and you decided to make it up to him. Maybe massaging his tense muscles or helping him with his work— maybe that would help him!

...

Well, you didn't expect that. You didn't expect your loyal and faithful lover, Zhongli, to have marks of kisses and hickies all over him. His hair and clothes were disheveled and he didn't even try to hide his burning and sweating face.

You had a clear doubt and suspicion of his loyalty and love towards you.

CHILDE

You remembered when you and Childe help each other out— on how you dragged him out of the abyss and saved him— about how he comforted you when no one did. You guys were childhood friends who got married. You both love each other dearly, and you know most of Childe's family members.

You were arriving in Liyue back from Inazuma. You were visiting your parents and you came back to see Childe. You've heard all the news about the Traveler and their companion— on how they defeated an ancient god whatsoever.

You reminisce the comforting smell of Liyue Harbor, and took a step out from the ship onto land. Childe was merely with the Traveler, being all friendly with them and all— though, he had a different look in his eyes. A look of desire.

The Traveler seemed unaware of Childe's desire towards them— and yet their companion is whining on how Childe is annoying and all of that.

Normally, Childe would've been here and you both would've been talking about your day and how everything went.

But today was different, you waved at Childe— beaming a smile, but that wasn't given back.

...

Why'd he look like he wanted the Traveler? Like...he wanted to ravish them? Are you not enough? Haven't you given enough of your love and attention?!

...

You've started to doubt your faith in him and this marriage.

XIAO

You and Xiao have been together for years now and your relationship as a married couples was healthy. You and Xiao shared the same feelings for each other— maybe that changed when he met the Traveler.

You were up at Wangshu Inn, waiting at the balcony for Xiao. Today, Xiao didn't seem to visit you much— and that was starting to worry you.

You asked Verr if she seen Xiao— and she only shook her head, implying that she hasn't seen Xiao. This was odd, usually your lover would appear before you and you both would've been engaged instead conversations or a cuddling session by now.

You decided to brush it off and just wait a bit longer— if your eyes were lying, you would've gotten yourself some glasses or something, but it wasn't any lie you've come up on, rather yet, it was the truth.

Xiao was with the Traveler...and the Traveler and then looked like they were about to kiss. What is this? Is this some sort of joke?! After..all of your faith and love..this is what he does?

You silently watched from afar, watching them kiss while you were holding a small gift box that was wrapped with pure love and devotion, from you.

It was your anniversary, and this anniversary would be the day to remind on how he loved someone else other than you.

...

He didn't realize it was your anniversary did he?

PROOFREAD— ❌

WORD COUNT— ❓

A/N— I'll make Inazuma and Sumeru men some other time. Not lying this time 🙏

[aritsukemo]

My Genshin Impact Imagines/Drabbles/Scenarios ⚔

Last Updated: Oct. 22, 2024

Finding out you're secretly a god | Multiple Characters | Hurt/Comfort

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[tarlas]

.✢ Thinking about Venti ✢.

Thinking about how Venti drinks, only to immediately sober up once you’re there.

About how he cries, his tears as clear as crystals when you’re gone.

About how he lies awake at night, thinking of your mortality.

Thinking about how he hugs you, silently crying into your shoulder, hoping you won’t notice.

Thinking about how Venti tries to give you the best life he can, because you’re not forever. Not like him.

“Come my cecilia, would you like to try real flying? No, not with those silly gliders~”

[lxkeeeee]

A MISTY MEMORY | 4NEMO HEADCANON part 1

—4NEMO X GN! READER

synopsis: what happens when their darling is secretly the sixth harbinger's sibling? what happens if they got caught up in whatever mess their sibling did and accidentally also erased their memories? that they existed in other people's lives?

「KAZUHA」

—Kazuhe gently blew into the leaf he was holding, soft lips biting into the leaf, careful not to tear it as a soft tune was emitted. His eyes admiring the vast oceans before him, the boat—The Crux—swayed gently against the waves. Despite saying that he loves wandering the great big world of Teyvat, he cannot helped but missed his significant other. [Y/n] who is currently in Sumeru tending something important.

“I know you'll be traveling to Inazuma, unfortunately if you're ever planning on going back home after, there's a possible chance I might be in Sumeru. But hey, perhaps if the Crux ever stops by in Sumeru then maybe we can bump into each other.” his significant other softly smiled, their deep purple eyes glinting in excitement.

Kazuha chuckled, “I supposed that I should wander a bit in Sumeru, so that I can run into you then?”

“Sorry if I'm not at home, I have to deal with my annoying brother that I unfortunately love.”

Kazuha chuckled as he recalled his past memories of them, he suddenly winced when a he heard sharp and loud ringing by his ears. He clutched his head as an unbelievable headache started to form. With his shaky hands desperately trying to hold himself up to not cause any panic within the crew.

It felt forever trying to ease the pain—it was only 30 seconds—then suddenly it just stopped.

Kazuha's ragged breathing was the only thing the ex samurai can hear. “What just happened?” he asked himself, thinking he finally lost it. He shook his head as his scarlet eyes wandered into the vast oceans. “Now... Where was I?” he thought as he tried to recall what he just previously thought—only to come up with none.

“Huh??? I swear I was thinking about someone awhile ago?” he shook his head, platinum blond hair waving as his head shake. “It was probably nothing.” he thought, but why did his heart ached and filled with longing? He sighs as he slowly walked away from the railings of the boat and go back to his cabin.

I should stop thinking about trivial things, I should prepare a gift for my beloved waiting at home—kazuha stopped dead in his tracks, beloved? Since when did he had a beloved?

His ruby like eyes widening, a part of his mind—the very last trace of memory desperately trying to cling on—you know, [y—redacted].

Odd, a part of him felt like he could say someone's name but it disappeared before the he could focus.

Who? Who's name did he wanted to say? Why can't he recall? Beloved? Who, who, who?

Kazuha started to panic, one hand gently brushing against his platinum blond hair. Why can't I remember?

Before the former samurai could spiral down deep into the abyss, his captain called out to him, “Kazuha!” the strong voice of Beidou cut off his train of thoughts of insanity.

“Yes captain Beidou?” he softly calls out. Beidou noticed the distress of the boy and she sighed, she'll ask him about it later.

“Come and help us a second, we need extra help here.”

He nodded, “Coming.” he slowly walked away, one last time he looked back into the horizon and oddly his chest felt heavy and empty.

「XIAO」

—Xiao, the Conqueror of Demons, sitting in one of the railings of Wangshu Inn. His golden eyes staring at the setting sun, the skies giving hues of orange, pink, and violets. The Vigilant Yaksha was waiting for his significant other, this is their usual meeting time just to talk and catch up on each other before the adeptus would go back to slaying demons.

He is also waiting for his lover's signature almond tofu. He softly chuckled, as he closed his eyes as he felt calm—which is a feeling he rarely experience, but if he ever does experience it, he will bask in it—like a thirsty man with water.

Ever since he met [y/n], no last name—they didn't have one. His dull and dark world suddenly had a hue of light, a caring lover who has the same immortality as him—caring too and doesn't violate his zone. He loves them, he would burn the world for them, in fact, in a very hidden corner of his mind even said he'll betray his contract just to be with them—which is blasphemy.

What's taking them so long? He thought.

He recalled the last time they've spoken with each other which is quite awhile now, he recalled that his significant other is somewhat in Sumeru—tending important family matters, which shocked him when he found out that they had a family and they just replied with “It's complicated, I'll be back soon. Just need to take care of some small family matters.” they said as they gently kissed the vigilant yaksha's forehead and the latter just melting into the act as soft hums escaped his throat.

“Promise me that you won't do something foolish?” he murmurs as he pressed his face in the crook of their neck—pressing gentle kisses along their skin, “I promise.” they chuckled.

Xiao sighed as he recalled the memory, time passes by differently when you're immortal. It felt like it was just days ago but they're actually gone for almost three weeks already.

Despite the time moving differently for him—he misses then deeply, he missed feeling the warmth of their skin against his own.

He sighs once more as he slowly stood up from where he was sitting—the railings of the topmost room of Wangshu Inn, his feet landing on the wooden floor of the Inn. He was about to slowly walk back inside when suddenly he felt his body became heavy, sharp ringing can be heard and the hard pounding of his brain against his skull. He silently cursed as he felt immense pain—muscles aching, ringing, ringing, archons so much ringing.

Please for the love of Morax, MAKE IT STOP!

Then it just stopped.

No ringing, no headache, no sore muscles and no recollection of what just happened.

“What just happened?” he grumbled, confused why he was just standing there, what was he doing here at this time? Shouldn't he be protecting Liyue hours ago?. He scoffed before turning his body against the setting sun that can be seen in the horizon, before he fully turned his back, his golden eyes landed on a specific area near the railings and he doesn't know but for a brief moment, he swore he could recall a familiar person standing there—he blinked—they were gone. He shook his head, his dark locks ruffling with the motion. He scoffed, probably another ghost, he thought as he got ready to work.

Before he could teleport away, he swore a misty voice softly spoke ‘Becareful my darling yaksha.’

A sense of déjà vu.

He turned back one last time, unsure why he felt like a part of his heart was missing, why does it feel like there's a huge hole where his heart lies, where did it go? Who was that person? Oddly it sounded like... Why can't he remember? He swore it sounded like [redacted]. Who?

Did I finally go insane?

「HEIZOU」

The detective was in his office, his olive green eyes staring at the corkboard of clues he gathered. He let his long and slender fingers run through his burgundy colored hair, clearly stressed on this particular case of his. He sighs once again, missing a certain person—not the person on his current case that he couldn't solve. eyebags and dark circles evident on his face, the detective felt he aged like 10 years doing the case. He sighed as he plop into his office sofa, clearly bored and tired.

His eyes trailed into the framed picture of him and his significant other—that he placed on one of the drawers in his office, the picture was taken during the Irodori Festival, both of them dressed in Yukatas as they prepared to watch the firework festival, both them had huge smiles on their face as the backdrop behind them was a combination of oranges from the lights of the stalls and decorations, pinks and purple from the falling Sakura petals, the dark blue sky.

“Come on Zou! The fireworks are about to start!” they excitedly say as they sped up their pace of walking, guiding their body in the sea of people that was attending the festival. The detective barely catching on.

“Alright, alright, please don't run darling or you'll trip on your own feet.” he pants as he tried to catch his breath which the other just giggled. “I am suffering and you are laughing at my pain.” he wheezed out and his darling just cackled.

A soft smile slowly etched into his face as he recalls the memory, oh how he misses them. They left awhile ago to travel to Sumeru to take an entrance exam, Heizou knows the long distance is gonna be hard but he fully supports them, after all, Sumeru has the best Universities of Teyvat. He knows they can easily get in—he knows that they are very capable in doing so.

“Goodluck on your trip sweetheart, don't miss me too much.” He teases and the other just rolled their eyes as they pushed him down into the sofa as their lips connect.

He sighs, archons I really miss them.

He closes his eyes as he felt fatigue hit him, before he lost his consciousness—he heard small ringing in his ears and silence.

His fatigue saved him from the pain of Irminsul's work.

When he woke up, he felt like something was wrong.

He just didn't know what.

His eyes landed on a particular framed picture of just him, which was odd. Why would he frame a picture of him only?

Why did the space beside him in the picture felt oddly empty?

Something is missing, someone should be there.

Who?

Who was supposed to be there?

Kazuha?

Sara?

Gorou?

Those names didn't fit for some reason. For a brief moment his eyes started tearing up, he was supposed to be the best detective in the Tenryou Commission. For how many years he has been working as a detective, he knew to always trust his gut.

His gut is currently telling him something bad just happened, something wrong is going on.

Who was supposed to be there? He shook his head as he stood up from the comfortable position he was in.

Oh well, that's a case he can solve later on. He thought but his gut is telling him that he should solve it as fast as he could.

How could I solve it if I don't even know what's wrong? What clues I should be looking for? Who should I question if I don't have a single lead?

He shook away his thoughts, he can deal with his personal problem later.

He has a murder case to solve.

「VENTI」

Angel's Share is bustling with people as usual, considering that the dandelion wine here is pretty much sought after—to die for. The missing anemo archon of Mondstadt is hiding in plain sight—clad in green with his lyre in his hands, occasional hiccups escaping his lips, a certain red headed owner just rolled his eyes at the sight before continuing on wiping the newly washed glasses.

Diluc is not a stranger to this scene, the bard would always be drunk in his tavern—so he's used to seeing the previous known archon of Mondstadt be so... Drunk.

“Come on everybody let's sing!” the bard's voice echoed inside the tavern and followed by the multiple chorus of the voices of the other people inside the shop.

“There once was a ship that put to sea, the name of the ship was the Billy O' Tea” Venti sang as he strummed his lyre.

If only they were here, they would enjoy singing with me.

Venti thought as he dearly missed his beloved who is off to war (just went to Sumeru),

To fight their battles (deal with family problems),

Venti mentally sighed woefully as he remembered their last words (temporary goodbye).

“My beloved!!! Are you leaving me?!” The bard dramatically screamed inside their shared house and the other just rolled rolled their eyes, “Yes, I am leaving you.” they teased and Venti placed the back of his hand unto his forehead and dramatically slid into the floor—archons [y/n] swore they heard sad music played on a violin somewhere.

“Oh you wound me my beloved!”

The puppet just giggle, “I told you I'll be back soon, I'm just gonna deal with some family problems in Sumeru. I'll be back next month.”

“Be sure to come back okay, your beloved would miss you very very much.”

“I'll miss you too my handsome bard.” they say as they cupped the bard's pink tinted cheeks.

“Don't forget me alright, just because I won't be here to scold you for your alcohol problem.” they deadpanned.

“Ehe, I promise! In fact you'll always be at the back of my mind.” he winked.

“Goodbye my beloved archon, don't miss me too much.”

Venti sighed as he strummed the final strings of the song and everyone cheered.

Oh Celestia, I miss them so much.

He thought before sighing and deciding to order new drinks for himself to drown his woes away.

He strutted to the counter, a grin on his face. Diluc can already feel the headache starting to form.

“Well hello there Master Diluc—” The bard greeted before getting cut offed by the red head, “What do you want bard?” Diluc says.

Venti placed a hand over his heart, while the other held his lyre.

“So cold Master Diluc!”

The red head just rolled his eyes, “Your lover would be pissed if they found out you've been drinking too much.” he scoffed and Venti just giggled.

“Actually they wouldn't know if you don't tel—” his voice abruptly stopped, as a he suddenly felt numb. Soft ringing in his ears. Eyes spaced out and staring into space, his eyes closed as he tried to focus to calm down the ringing on his ears because it's starting to annoy him.

Did I drink too much?

No... I haven't drunk that much yet.

Archons, the ringing is getting even more loud.

I swear this is what Ÿ̸̢̛̲̝͇̟̻́͆̔̉̊͑͒̓́̄̽̓̍͋̃̋̒̀̅͐̈́̄̆͐̈̂̈́̿͌̂͒̄͌͊̿̽̂̉͊͂̀͐̒͗̎̑̂́̈͗̈̌̌͒̚͘͝͝͝͝͠��̣͔̱̬͓͓/̶̢̧̢̛̛̙̞͈͈̹͚͉̩̞̳̱̱͚̟̳̻̬̙͇͍̟̖̮̺̳͓̝͕̦̣̲͉͔̘͙͇̯̒̇̋̀̀̊́̇͆̇͂̆͆̈́͆̉̐̆͂͑͗́̆̃̀͒̔̉̓̎̾͂͗̌́̌̽̆̆͒̐̇̑̋̾̋̒́͛̒̽͛̔͋͐̌̈́̽̏͗͌̇́̐̇̋̌̍̅̂̈́͘̕͠͝͝͝͝ͅn̸̢̡̢̨̧̨̡̢̡̨̧̡̡͍̖̪̱͉͔̩̻͉͇̻̥͚̣̗̤͚̘͖͍͈̝͓͎̪̲̥̗͉͉̫̥͓̘̫͈̻̞͉̹͕̠̠͎̮̲̙̗͖̘̝͇̩̹̤̳̙̻̬͉̭͕̘̞͙̖͍͙͈͈̰͔̳̣̫̖̥̼̖̪͇̥̥͖̰̬͔̹̝̰͈̱͙͉̪̠̻̥̠͎̤̞͓̳͖̬͍̱̘̖̰̳̼̦̱̥̹͔͎̫͖̹̝̲͖̖͉͈̯̼̯̝͇̮̮̙͌̀̔̂͗͗̿͒́̊̿͐͑̏̐́̈́̌́̎̃̾͛̎̂̐̈́̌̌̏̽͗̓̏̈́͑̏͆̋͛͌̈̇́͌̊̽̌̅̓͐̑̂̅̏̽͂̏͊̈̋̄̈̈̚̕̚͘͘͜͜͜͠͝͠͝͝͠͠͝͠ͅͅͅͅ meant about me drinking too much—

Wait... Who?

[redacted]

Venti tried to focus on the name he just thought but the ringing became worst as he did. He physically winced at the pain.

Diluc just stood there with a confused look on his face, unknowingly losing his original memories as new ones started to form. Worried because the bard just became silent and suddenly looked in pain.

Did he drank too much?

The red head snapped his fingers Infront of the bard's face.

The bard snapped his eyes wide open in surprised. All the ringing and pain disappearing. So did his memory.

The bard immediately looked into the male infronr of him.

“You okay there bard? You looked like you were about to pass out.”

The bard just shrugged and giggled, “It was probably nothing.” he says and the bartender just raised his eyebrow at the bard.

“Are you sure?” Diluc asked, “Yes, I am 100% sure!”

“Can I please get a bottle of dandelion wine please?” he says and Diluc just scoffed, “And put it in the tab?” he asked and the bard nodded eagerly, “Absolutely—”

“Absolutely not.”

The bard just whined, “Whyyyy?”

Diluc just rolled his eyes, “Because you'll forget to pay.”

Venti giggled, “Silly Diluc, how can I forget when my beloved would remind m—” Venti immediately paused, wide eyes.

Beloved?

Silly me, I don't have any beloved.

“I didn't know you have a significant other, I mean who would date you?” Diluc just deadpanned and Venti pouts, “It was a slip of the tongue, unfortunately I don't have any beloved.”

That's what he said, but why does his heart ached so much?

At the end of the day, the sun long gone from the horizon. Venti came home to his apartment, that felt colder than usual.

Wasn't there always some sort of warmth waiting for him when he gets home?

It was lonely, but why?

This is how he had lived for so many years.

Why does it feel like something is missing?

Who is it?

“Oh wind who is it?” he softly asked the wind, his teal hair swaying against the breeze ever so softly as tears softly trickled down his cheeks.

It hurts, why is it so lonely? Please answer me.

Even the winds forgot.

⊰᯽⊱┈───── ✧ ─────┈⊰᯽⊱

[santsukii]

ᯓ✿ say you love me

ˋ°•*⁀➷ anemo boys falling for you (alt angst version here)

ˋ°•*⁀➷ venti, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, shikanoin heizou, wanderer x gn! reader

₊˚ character story spoilers, this is more or less just an excuse to write the silly little scenarios in my head involving these boys, some more angsty than others but it’s like 90% fluff

it’s not as if venti were completely oblivious to his own emotions, he understands what’s going on when he notices his heart fluttering when you’re around. when you smiled at him, it was as if his heart were beating right out of his chest. his music so clearly and beautifully graced the air, drowning out his own whispered confession of love. if he were to say it loud enough for you ears to pick up, how would you look back at him? as if fate itself were turning its head and laughing at him for falling so helplessly in love with someone he only considered a friend until recently.

to all but the archon himself, such melancholy tunes played on his lyre while sitting on the hands of a statue made in his likeness were simply meaningless and carried little to no weight whatsoever. the sky was clear, allowing him to gaze ever so wistfully at the constellations in the night sky as he thinks of you. maybe he’d find yours, reaching up and tracing the connections of the brightly shining stars with his finger. he knows he’s nothing more than a god fallen from grace, and not even you knew of the gnosis that had been taken from him. venti’s heart ached at the idea that he may never be able to scream out his love for you due to his own doubts.

yet right now, in the dead of night, he could sing of the love residing deep within his ever-beating heart. with a final song to confess to the night sky, he sings and plays so softly that it’s difficult to hear. even with that, his voice is so soothing and comforting as he sings out the love that had plagued him for a long time now. as he finished his song, he noticed the smallest amount of tears dripping from his face as he finally let out the pent-up emotions. even if he presumed you were far away, he hopelessly hoped that his voice would reach you. your beautiful smile and laugh were etched in the archon’s heart, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

if xiao met the same fate as those he once held dear, he hoped he could at least let out his love for you. it brings him peace that he can protect you as the last yaksha of liyue. he often finds himself separate from society for their own sake, his karmic debt often drawing closer the demons he swore to kill. yet, you stayed close to him despite the immediate danger you often faced. sometimes, he would find the tears pricking at his golden eyes as he reminisces the life he wished he could have lived with you. it would have been a peaceful life full of happiness and love beyond compare, surrounded by his fellow yaksha.

even with that, the light of your smile never passed him by. silently watching over you from afar during the lantern rite, he was torn. xiao wanted nothing more than to join you in the crowd, but what if you got separated from him? would he have the courage to hold your hand? those doubts landed him sitting atop a building and watching from a distance, silently hoping you’d turn around and notice his affectionate observations. as hundreds of lanterns gently floated into the air, he found himself once again fighting the urge to join you in the crowd. it would only be a matter of time before the fireworks begun, maybe then he’d have the opportunity to stand beside you and welcome in a new year.

in the bitter cold of the night air as the first of the fireworks exploded into the inky dark sky, you saw him next to you. xiao smiled gently, not saying a word as the landscape was illuminated with the bright and lively colors of the fireworks. his hand in yours, welcoming a new year together with a kiss. the one thing that couldn’t be heard beneath the explosions of color that could outshine the brightest star was his voice, saying three words he never thought he’d say again. “i love you”

he had fallen for you without a care in the world, allowing it to grow as the days go by for no reason besides the idea that he has nothing to lose by falling for you. kazuha’s heart felt as if it were bursting with love and passion whenever he looked at you. it was a whirlwind type of romance, one in which both parties involved were constantly sharing knowing glances and giggles, overly affectionate with a passion that will surely burn itself out if given enough time.

but it didn’t. he never once doubted his love for you, in fact he was quite open about it. it was bound to make others jealous, the way he was constantly sending letters with gifts when he was away on various travels. whenever kazuha was away from you, he found himself missing you exponentially more as the days went by. oftentimes, he only wanted to return to the place he belonged, in your arms. he doesn’t really enjoy being all alone, so he’d take your hand and hold it ever so tightly. you’ve always been what guides him and gives him peace of mind. your smile was like a guiding star in the darkest of nights, always there to light the way despite the circumstances.

kazuha never truly “confessed”. his actions alone indicated his love for you, and he one day just began saying he loved you. it came so naturally to him that he could never overthink it, like a second nature. those three words flowed so naturally out of his mouth with that beautiful and soft voice of his, it just felt right. what began as simply a lighthearted summer romance had quickly grown into a love that would stand the rest of time, despite any struggles the two of you may face. if nothing else, you’d face it together.

heizou is a naturally flirty person, using that to his advantage to conceal his true feelings for you. being a detective, he was naturally able to read people, yet he could never truly understand what was going on behind those eyes of yours. really, it was such a nuisance to hold these feelings in. alas, it was a hinderance to his work. sometimes he wondered if you could hear his heart beating out of his chest whenever you were around, surely it wouldn’t take much to realize what’s going on here. he’d need for you to simply let him in and he’d be the happiest man in teyvat.

it really doesn’t take a detective to figure out he loved you, it was quite obvious really. how many words at minimum would it take for you to notice his love? even with heizou attempting to hide the feelings in his heart, the summer days spent with you made his feelings soar. sitting on the beach and watching the sunset together, he really couldn’t be happier. he knew he was helplessly in love with you, warmth creeping onto his face every time you smiled or laughed because of him.

so here he was, singing and dancing in the warm sand with you under the sun’s fading light. the crashing of the waves on the shore drowned out your voices, but he hadn’t a care in the world. with his hands in yours, your laugh as the both of you fell into the cool water, he couldn’t be happier. even if both your clothes were now wet, you didn’t care even one bit as his lips met yours.

ever since the day he met you, he feigned indifference and rudeness to hide his feelings for you. he was a perfect example of using his naturally intimidating demeanor to hide the love he held for you. a puppet made without a heart, you had given him all the more reason to continue living. the nameless wanderer was so into you that he couldn’t help but smile to himself after any interaction with you. of course, he wouldn’t be caught dead smiling over you. just like magic, he was immediately done in by you without your knowledge.

he wanted to hate you as much as he pretended he did, that much was true. even after he warmed up to your presence, he wanted to stop acting like his true self around you. he wished he could just shut you out again, yet he couldn’t stop wondering if you felt the same. he assumed you did, based solely off of your words and actions without even the slightest verbal proof. with every single touch of his puppet body, his heart beat out of his artificial chest. maybe he had known you in his past life, maybe his heart broke knowing you wouldn’t remember him.

yet, you seemed to love him in every iteration of his life. he knew it all along, he said as he held your hands and forced himself to confess. the more he tried to fill the metaphorical gap between you, the more he unintentionally forced himself away. sure, he’d admit that he was greedy for your love. it wasn’t that bad to be in love, was it? under a beautiful tree surrounded by colorful flowers, he had his first kiss. hundreds of years living, but you were the only one he ever seemed to want to be around. angry looks and scoffs had been replaced with smiles despite all odds.

[zoropookie]

CUPID IS SO DUMB! ♡

FOR SOME REASON, your crush venti keeps trying to get you with your best friend. now usually, you'd be pretty suspicious of people's intentions when they do that, i mean, you're suspicious of anyone who questions your credibility as a real cowboy too. but you've already been through the "scarayn" allegations all throughout your life, even by kuni's own mom, and you would rather deepthroat a coconut than hold hands with him. things get a little complicated when you find out that your crush is your cupid for another guy in every universe...time to start shoving that coconut in, i guess.

cupid!venti x gn!reader

genre: smau, forbidden lovers?, reader is so complicated it's kind of funny, comedy, romance, everyone is confused and so am i, some drama and angst

warnings: lots of swearing, crude jokes, kys/kms jokes, death threats, a lot of things that are spelled wrong, alcohol, some toxicity but it gets shut down immediately, reader is kind of embarrassing but not in a bad way just in a really cringe way, irl photos to visualize scenarios but there's none of reader

status: starting soon!

a/n: cricket sounds... um, heyyy!! this is really weird right? right. i had no idea i'd even live to see the third smau on this platform, but here i am once again! i don't expect this one to be quick at all. clearly i have a lot to explain from the last two. enjoy, if you're into this! bright side is, everyone lives in this one. written parts are marked with (💘).

[misshoneyimhome]

Say My Name, Say My Name I Jack Hughes 🖋️⚡️🔥

Requested? Yes / No

Summary; Based on the Tik Tok trend, calling your boyfriend “husband”

Tropes & warnings; established relationship; Tik Tok trend; slight angst due to brief fight, smut 18+, oral sex (f recieving), unprotected sex (p in v), cum inside;

Other notes: So, for the third and final story of this TikTok trend, we're getting a little steamy with none other than Jack H 🌶️ This was another idea I had on how to approach this trend, and I don't really have anything to say in my defence, besides, please enjoy 😉🤍

Word count; 2.1K

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In the warmth of your relationship with Jack Hughes, every day felt like a new adventure. For the past year, you hadn’t just been lovers; you were partners in crime, best friends with an undeniable chemistry that set your hearts ablaze. From lazy Sunday mornings tangled in sheets to intense moments after hockey games, your love knew no bounds. Every day brought something different, and you never knew whether you’d be sharing heartfelt laughter and deep talks, or cutting through tension after a loss, eventually ending in a steamy bedroom scenario.

Amidst the sweet and romantic moments, it felt like nothing was missing, which often led you to feel tempted to tease your boyfriend and push the limits a little. And it was during one of your leisurely scrolls through TikTok that inspiration struck—a harmless prank that promised to inject a spark of mischief into your casual off day.

The trend was simple enough: to capture your boyfriend’s reaction as you playfully refer to them as your ‘husband’. It was meant to be a light-hearted jest, a momentary tease to evoke slight panic or something similar. And as you watched video after video, giggles escaping your lips, you couldn't shake the urge to try it out with Jack.

So, as you settled into the familiar routine of a Starbucks run, anticipation danced in your veins, fuelled by the excitement of the impending prank. With your boyfriend at the wheel and the camera discreetly capturing every moment, you couldn't contain the mischievous grin tugging at your lips.

Then as the drive-through speaker crackled, you leaned forward, all set to carry out your plan. "Hi, can I get a venti caramel macchiato for me and... a tall black coffee for my husband please?” you said, putting playful emphasis on the last word, your eyes briefly darting to Jack, waiting for his reaction.

But much to your surprise and disappointment, Jack stayed cool, his expression unmoved as he kept his focus on the road. There were no raised eyebrows, no startled gasp, just a chilly demeanour that hid the turmoil underneath.

For a moment, a wave of let-down washed over you, the excitement of the prank fading away in the face of Jack's stoic response. Had you misjudged the situation? Was this playful gesture not funny? Doubt gnawed at you, overshadowing the usual playful banter that defined your relationship.

Then upon receiving your drinks and heading back home, the tension hung in the air like an unwelcome guest. Jack's subtle change in attitude didn't escape notice, and the gap between you seemed to widen slowly, casting a shadow over what should have been a fun moment.

And as you felt a twinge of guilt, you decided to cautiously bring up the issue, yet his response left you stunned, his words slicing through the air with a sharpness that caught you off guard.

"I just don't get why you'd call me your husband when I'm not," Jack said firmly, a hint of frustration in his voice. And your attempts to play down the prank as harmless banter fell flat, as Jack's withdrawn attitude contrasted sharply with your usual playful exchanges.

Then finally returning at home, you tried unsuccessfully to ease the tension with a movie. Despite your efforts to distract yourselves, the unresolved tension still lingered beneath the surface, and unable to bear the silence any longer, you turned to Jack once more, the need for clarity outweighing the fear of confrontation. So, with hesitant words and trembling hands, you moved closer to him.

“Please, talk to me, Jack… it was just a joke.”

As you looked into Jack's troubled eyes, his struggle to express himself mirrored your own inner turmoil, and for a moment, silence hung heavily between you.

Then, like a dam breaking, his words suddenly spilled out, each one filled with raw honesty. "It just hit me," he began, his voice tinged with disbelief. "I just… I think I've realised that this... this, us, a future with you, it's what I want."

Initially, you felt a bit confused. Wasn’t that supposed to be a good thing?

But Jack's confession still hung in the air. "And it scared me, alright," he admitted, his uncertainty evident yet softening with each breath. "I've never felt like this before, not so quickly, not with anyone. So, I guess… I don’t know… I just got a little shocked that this - you and me - is real, and it’s all I want. But at any given point you can just walk away, and I could actually get really hurt." His words filled the silence that followed with a heavy weight.

For Jack, the fast growth of his emotions was both thrilling and terrifying. The idea of allowing himself to love, of exposing his vulnerabilities, filled him with a sense of panic he hadn't experienced before.

And surprised by his admission, you found yourself swept up in a whirlwind of feelings. So, without saying a single word, you simply leaned in and closed the gap between you, your lips meeting his in a tender yet fervent kiss, as in that moment, words seemed insufficient to convey the depth of your emotions.

Pulling back from the kiss, you gazed into Jack's eyes, a gentle smile forming on your lips. "Was that it?" you whispered softly. "Jack, I’m not going anywhere."

You felt an immediate sense of relief from him as you sat closely together on the sofa, his arms enveloping your smaller frame.

“Good,” he breathed out softly. “Because I just know that I love you… but I don’t think I’m ready for more yet… So, if that’s what you want to stay with me...” he let out a defeated sigh, nut you couldn’t help but chuckle softly. 

“Don’t worry, babe, that’s not what I want… I told you, it was just a joke,” you explained softly, flashing him a sweet smile as you gently ran your fingers through his brown locks. “I love you too – and though maybe I do want that someday, we don’t have to rush into anything.”

And with those words, a sense of tranquillity enveloped both of you, the uncertainty fading away with each heartbeat. Sealing your connection once more with a passionate kiss, you found yourself melting into Jack’s embrace as he smoothly pulled you onto his lap, allowing you to nestle a little closer against his chest as the kiss deepened.

It felt almost hungry as he gently urged his tongue past your lips, a commanding gesture to which you willingly gave in to. As he explored your mouth, engaging in a sensual dance with your intertwined tongues, you instinctively began to sway your hips against his, your bodies moving together in a rhythm of desire.

Jack's hands found your hips, his grip firm as he guided your movements with a subtle urgency, indicating his own longing for more. Soft moans escaped both of you into the passionate kiss, and as your bodies pressed closer, the inevitable became clear.

With Jack's hungry lips locked onto yours, he lifted you effortlessly into his arms, only briefly breaking away from the heat of the moment as he carried you towards the bedroom with purpose. You couldn’t help but smile against his lips, your hands moving from his hair to gently cup his cheek as you wrapped your thighs around his waist.

And upon reaching the bed, Jack gently placed you down, breaking the kiss to gaze at you with an expression of pure desire and darkened eyes. In that moment, you knew there was no resisting him, and just by the intensity of his gaze, you surrendered completely to him.

Your eyes were fixed intently on him as he peeled off his t-shirt, revealing his sculpted athlete's chest. Then, with a casual ease, he lowered his sweatpants, unveiling his growing member snugly confined within his tight boxers.

You couldn’t help but sensually lick your lips at the sight of your stunning boyfriend standing before you. And as he slowly moved to kneel between your parted legs on the bed, anticipation tingled through you.

A smirk played on his lips as Jack maintained his intense gaze on you, considering how to pleasure you in a way only a devoted boyfriend could. And without hesitation, he swiftly removed any barriers of clothing to your naked form, his focus solely on making you his own.

With expert precision, he leaned in, his head descending towards your throbbing core. Then planting delicate kisses along your inner thighs, he savoured the anticipation before finally allowing his tongue to explore your sweet honey, tracing the contours of your folds.

An involuntary moan escaped your lips as his mouth made contact with your sensitive flesh, your fingers instinctively gripping the sheets beneath you as Jack delved deeper. His arms held your hips firmly in place as he employed his entire mouth to stimulate your core, alternating between sucking on your clit and teasing your entrance with his tongue.

You were lost in ecstasy, your mind drifting into a blissful haze, as your senses were overwhelmed by pleasure. Your vision blurred, and amidst incoherent whispers and moans escaping your lips, you felt a powerful wave of sensation coursing through your body. And when Jack then added two fingers to the equation, gently easing them inside you to massage your walls, you knew an orgasm was imminent. Your head tilted back; your body arched as you reached to new heights of a climax.

Jack's mastery with his mouth was undeniable, and he knew it. So, with a confident smirk, he shifted position, leaning over you as his throbbing member sought entrance. Meeting you in another passionate kiss, he then pushed his length inside you, simulating every inch he could touch.

“Oh, yes…” you gasped as he filled you, your hands finding their way to the back of his shoulders as he began to move his hips, his shaft gliding effortlessly in and out of you.

“Mmm, baby, you feel so good around me,” he whispered huskily in return, desire evident in his voice as he relished the sensation of your tight muscles embracing his sensitive member with each thrust.

And as your harmonious moans filled the room and your bodies melded together, drawing closer to the peak of pleasure, there was nothing but profound love and devotion between you. The tension and fighting of earlier moments faded away, just as they had many times before.

Your bodies were like build for each other, and as the sound of your skin meeting with each powerful thrust echoing through the room, Jack then took a firm hold of your wrists, pinning them down on either side of your head, as he intensified his pace with eager, forceful thrusts that sent your mind spinning.

His movements were vigorous, yet undeniably exhilarating, as each thrust hit your most sensitive spot with precision, pushing you closer to another orgasm.

And Jack could feel the heat building within him, fuelled by the sight of the passion he was igniting in you. Though the absence of a ring on your finger signifying your commitment, he knew without a doubt that you belonged to him, and no one else could satisfy you the way he could.

His breaths were ragged, his lungs desperate for air as he maintained his rhythm. And he couldn’t deny that you were incredibly beautiful as he turned you into his very own mess, each moan and gasp driving him further into a frenzy of desire.

“Mmm, yes, baby,” he muttered, his moans mingling with yours in the air. “Would a husband fuck you like this? Would he make you feel this good?”

Though his questions were rhetorical, you were unable to form coherent sentences, your responses drowned out by the symphony of pleasure escaping your lips.

“Mmm…”

And as your eyes rolled back in ecstasy and your walls tightened around him, Jack increased his speed, propelling you into another wave of pleasure. His name tumbled from your lips in a loud, fervent cry as you succumbed to the intoxicating rush of sensation once more.

His grip around your wrists tightened, almost cutting off your blood flow, as he delivered a few final forceful thrusts. And with a deep grunt, Jack reached his climax, releasing himself into your depths.

The air hung heavy with the aftermath of their intense lovemaking; the room filled with the scent of raw, passionate sex. Jack thrust a few more times to ensure he had emptied himself completely before slowly releasing his grip, both of you now catching your breath.

It was intense, the only sounds filling the room were your laboured breaths as Jack slowly withdrew and rolled over to lie beside you. Wrapping his arm around you, he pulled you close for a tender cuddle, your warm bodies sharing sweat, and heat as satisfied smiles graced your faces.

It was the perfect conclusion to a prank gone wrong, and in that moment, you knew there was nothing to worry about. You belonged to Jack, and he belonged to you, regardless of titles.

[koiir]

WANNA BE LOVED (I KNOW ITS OVER)

‧̍̊˙· I’m which they aren’t over you, based on the lyrics from Like

Characters - Scaramouche, Kazuha, Xiao, Albedo, alhaitham, Venti, x gn!reader

Genre - angst without comfort

Cw: not proofread, mentions of breaking up/ fights, lyric refers to reader as “pretty woman” in Albedo parts but other than that reader is gn, reader is an actor in ventis part

“On every picture you post, a guy I’ve never seen before likes it who is he / Oh right, I’m not your boyfriend anymore”

Scaramouche never thought he was be in this position, ever. The grip on his phone enough to shatter glass, he stared at the account of the one liking every, single, post of yours. He was basically stalking the account, something he did in the past. But now with one difference.

“Seriously? This dude can’t seem to get enough of you.” He said as you giggled. The jealousy was evident on your boyfriend as he clicked on the male’s account.

“Sucks for him, I’m yours.”

Not anymore, cause he shattered something as fragile as glass. The remnants draining him of his worth as he was forced to recall the night he called it quits, only to become the one wishing for you back. Wanting to be yours, not a stranger who was only able to see the online persona you created.

Yet Scaramouche is greedy, so he’ll take in the post from your account, wishing to take the photos you post rather than someone else. Someone who is now in his position, he was now the dude liking your post wishing to be recognized.

“You’re not even mine anymore / but why do I feel like you’re being taken away”

The way Kazuha has been to an endless number of destinations, yet the feeling he has never goes away. He looks back, feeling the familiar presence of the one that was once his. Ah, a leaf. The leaf now on the floor, Kazuha always recalled the times in which you would catch a leaf for him.

So as time passes, why does this feeling go away? It’s not like he’s moved on, Kazuha knows that by now he should have, but he can’t shake the uncertainty of “what if”. If the day comes he encounters you again, he would run to your side, pleading even if it was hopeless. For once he will chain himself down to you and only you, something that he should have done if it meant he could still be with you.

Each step that is taken Kazuha only hopes he will receive a sign from above, one that will lead him back to you. A single breeze was all it took for him to turn back, only for him to encounter a scene that would break all hope. You and another. Happy as ever, you smiling like the sun shines down on the earth. The smile Kazuha once had the pleasure of witnessing each day.

Now the smile would haunt him, the atmosphere suffocating him as he watched. Wishing to be the one next to you, not a witness who would never see you again.

“I swallow the curse’s that rose up to my throat / and again today I press the like button… shit”

Xiao can feel the way his throat hurts, the way his words are caught in his throat as he specks. Trying to hide his feelings, wishing to let out what he has been holding in for what feels like forever. He sighs, knowing that things will never go back to the way they were. Xiao wishes for a time where he can start over, grow a relationship back up with you, and let it blossom rather than whither up like those flowers he gifted.

He taps twice, his mind far from reality as he notices what he did. Xiao told himself he would stop, he would unfollow you and never dare to look back on your account, but xiao couldn’t do it. Not when he can get the pleasure of seeing your smile on screen, even if miles away from you. He has to the chance to look back at the picture, whenever and wherever.

Almost like he has a piece of you left, right? But that feeling is washed away as Xiao now goes into deeper thought, the feelings build up to consume his mind of the same thoughts he has over and over, each day.

The feeling of knowing you have lost and will never get another chance like it, never get you back. His only option left is to continue what has been the cause for his aching heart, or let go for good. Xiao ponders these two options, the second option should be the most logical answer, the one thing he should have done a while ago. But xiao can’t help the way his gaze natural wonders of to your account, wanting to hit the “message” showed on your account.

“After we broke up you look better / pretty woman, yeah yeah yeah yeah”

Stuck in a trance, Albedo couldn’t get a single thing down. His creativity stumped as he pondered on what to do next. The sketch book empty, waiting to be filled with new moments that would fill his heart with happiness. Just like the one he hid away, one filled with sketches reminding him of you and him. He hoped that this book could bring something new, anything to forget the past. But once he looked, those thoughts were pushed away.

Albedo stuck in the scene ahead of him, you. It seems you haven’t noticed the blonde as he was trapped in the confines of the cafe, yet albedo could never forget his muse. He could never bare to look away. The scene filled him with a bittersweet feeling, the way his day got just a little bit better seeing you once more, only to be reminded of the one he lost. The smile adorning your face, the one he once saw every day. That smile now for someone else, along with the gaze you held for them.

Albedo always was fond of the beauty you held, it was only natural that you were the muse for his paintings. Now with that gone, he couldn’t get a single thing down on the paper waiting to be used. It was dangerous, to torture himself by creating sketches of you. To be reminded of the past, even if they were placed in a place of seclusion. Albedo could never get the peace he wanted knowing that was his only way to remember you by. Yet he continues once more, his pencil moving as if it was the most natural thing, beginning to draw you once more.

Albedo stopped, knowing that something was missing. He knew he shouldn’t, he should have stopped. But he looks up, only for his heart to break into pieces. Two hands enclosed, holding one other with a smile on your face. Maybe that was the missing piece. You soon left his vision, once more.

The paper now stained with tear, it near the eye of yours. Almost mocking him of the time he was the cause for your tears. The tables now turned, as he was the one tearing up, one able to make its escape onto the paper. Albedo wished to continue, but he had his answer. You moved on, so why should he still hold on. He got up in order to leave, not before placing the paper into the confines of the trash bin, leaving for the exit. Leaving a piece of the past behind.

“Because of them I backspace into the memories on the word that has stopped / so why am I still stuck in those times”

The night is silent as alhaitham works without care, throwing himself into the piles of despair. In which he can’t find the peace he’s been longing for, wishing for once it could all be a dream and it could be a reality once more. He should know better though, for his smarts it seems he can’t accept the fact that he’s lost you and will in fact not get the chance for you to be his again. The chances of them being zero.

The moments in which you bask in his warmth, the way you would ramble while lowering your voice in order not to disturb him, it all remains stuck in his mind. These memories not once being unnoticed by him. He gripped the files he held in the palm of his hands, the angry growing in him. Just like that night, the night where he broke you. In which he was the cause for you leaving.

He grows cold, realizing the way his angry was the cause for everything. If only he would have stayed calm and collected, just like everyone views him, maybe things would have gone different. He thought he was being rational, thought he was in the right, then why did it end? It should have been logical for you two to stay together, but it seems that the emotions took over and won in this battle.

Alhaitham lets go, collects himself and sits in thought. Calming himself, hoping that maybe he can grow enough to win you back. Just as he grows, you will only grow further. Maybe soon he will be able to catch up, but for now he has to resort to the silence that fills him with sorrow. The silence being a reminder of the nights shared with you as he watched you slumber in bliss.

“Your mind is like a guillotine cutting me mercilessly, but I sneak up behind / as a goblin and watch your daily life”

Venti is in thought as he thinks of how his life could have been different, if he had chosen the path he longed for. But he couldn’t bear the thought of ever encountering you again, so he was whisked into an industry that he had as what others told him “natural talent” for.

“Can you imagine, us… playing the lead roles in a movie!” His smile bright as the sun shines upon you two. “Yeah, and I hope things take a turn for the worst and you somehow end up dying.”

“UGH [NAME]”

“I’m kidding! Hey-“ you caught off guard as he attacked you, tickling you in the process. Laughter being the only thing heard as you two dreamed of a life where you two would shine with one another.

But here venti is now, forced to watch you and your co-star being interviewed on your roles. The two of you being the main leads that would fall for one another, how he once wished to be you and him. He knew many actor’s who would fall for their co-stars, but he wished you wouldn’t be one of them. Maybe it’s just for the press, he thought. But venti knew better.

He could see the evidence on your face, the glint in your eyes that held love. The same could be seen on your co-star, the reporters asking questions on the relationship and others who loved you two together. It’s obvious you two looked good together, which is why it’s hurt so much. It seems like the only thing he hears is people gushing about the love between you two, how everyone knows of the relationship. How Venti wishes to be yours.

Venti loved his career, he really did. It might not have been his first option but he had always had a passion for music. But what if he still went with the first option? The option that could have fixed the two of you? The option that could have gotten him to be yours, once again. But maybe that wouldn’t have happened, maybe you still would have moved on from the past on focus on the bright future ahead of you.

Maybe it was for the better, but either way Venti will never be able to fix the ache in his heart when he encounters your face on every screen he faces. The face of someone he lost, someone who will never be his.

A/n: when I was writing albedos it somehow didn’t save and so I had to start over with his… but i like the way it turned out, anyways hoped you enjoyed the angst

[theendisneat]

"I can't get enough of you, no matter how much time we spend together."

Word Count - 768

Characters - Venti, Xiao, Kazuha, Zhongli

Warnings - Slight angst (Xiao)

Venti

You brushed your fingers through his hair, your own swaying in the breeze as the two of you sat under Lady Vanessa’s tree, his head in your lap. Just looking as his eyes fluttered shut and the little flyaways brushing against his cheeks had love swell in your chest and you couldn’t help but let a cheesy smile light up your lips.

“I can’t get enough of you.” You murmured. You sounded lovesick, but you couldn’t care less. “No matter how much time we spend together.”

His eyes opened while a grin bloomed on his face, a pink blush littering his cheek. “I could say the same about you, my cecilia. I could never imagine my life without you by my side.”

His eyes gained a far away look, small tears gathering in the corners. You leaned down and brushed his bangs away before placing a chaste kiss on his forehead, then to his cheek, the corner of his mouth, and lastly his lips. When you pulled back he was left giggling, the tears gone and his smile reaching the corners of his eyes.

Xiao

“How could you say such a thing?” His voice trembled as you cupped his face. The cold of your fingers crept to the warmth that had bloomed on the apples of his cheeks.

“How could I not?” You replied. There was a sad tilt to your voice, like you couldn’t believe he would question your unending love for him. But could you blame him for thinking such? His aloofness, his tendency to push you away, to stay quiet when he really needed you. How at first he kept his distance because of the fear his karma would corrupt your wonderful soul and he couldn’t bear to see it?

He looked into your eyes, kind and unconditionally loving, understanding of his oddities and defense mechanisms; Helping when he needed it with no question. He took a step forward, wrapping his arms around your waist in a tentative hug, nuzzling his face to the crook of your neck as you circled your arms around his shoulders.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “For always loving me, and being there for me. I’m forever grateful.” He hesitated once more, but as he said it, he found more conviction in his tone than in anything else he’s said before.

“I love you.”

Kazuha

“I think I’m rubbing off on you my love.” He chuckled as his arms wrapped around you from behind, the two of you leaning over the edge of the crux, gazing out to the wide ocean and feeling the spray on your face. “You’re becoming quite poetic.”

“You think so? I’m just saying what I’m thinking.”

He hummed, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. “Please say those thoughts more often then, they are quite wonderful.”

You turned in his hold, tracing your fingertips up his arms and to the back of his neck where you played with the baby hairs. “You wish to hear more of my thoughts?” He nodded with a small hum, eyes closing as he melted to your hold. You leaned in close to him, wrapping him in a tight embrace.

You whispered to the shell of his ear, feeling him shiver when your breath hit him. “I love you more with each passing day.”

Zhongli

He was in the middle of a lecture, something about the proper way to find high quality noctilucous jade, and you just stared with love sick eyes. Everytime he went on these rants, you listened, always intensely fascinated with the great amounts of knowledge he could spout at the drop of a hat, but this time you had zoned out, eyes trailing over his beautiful face and ears being calmed by his rough, soothing voice.

“I can’t get enough of you.” You said with a sappy sigh, unintentionally interrupting the god who paused to listen. “No matter how long we spend together, I don’t think I could ever, truly, get enough of you.”

A small smile was on his lips when you snapped from your thoughts, realizing he wasn’t speaking anymore. You clapped your hands over your mouth. “Did I say that out loud?”

“Yes.” He chuckled, but you could see the pleased blush on his cheeks. “Though I’m appreciative of your interruption, it is not often you share these thoughts with me.”

“That’s because it’s embarrassing!” You covered your face with your hands. His gloved fingers tugged your wrists from your face.

“On the contrary,” he gazed at you, and it was then you noticed the same lovesickness you harbored. “I rather enjoy them.”

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hiya! if your requests are still open could i request a scenario any of the “immortal” characters (e.x: the archons & adepti) with a mortal!reader who exchanges a part of them to become immortal so that they don’t have to worry about leaving the character? the reader’s gender is up to you!

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 (𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄)

synopsis: in which you exchange your vision for immortality, determined to live an eternity with your lover

characters: venti, zhongli, scaramouche, and dainsleif x gn!reader

warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, crying, mentions of death and mortality, fear of death, mentions of morbid conversations, scaramouche might be a little ooc here, purposefully inaccurate depictions of how celestia and visions work

notes: um so this request was sent to me back in november of 2022, so, anon, i am very sorry it took me so long to write this. i loved the idea a lot so i hope you enjoy this. also i’m not 100% sure scaramouche is immortal, but he’s been around for centuries and isn’t human so we’re just going to assume he is 👍

Venti:

The wind was blowing softly as you walked up to the giant tree, Vennessa’s Tree. You could hear the faint sounds of a lyre playing an alluring tune among it. If your boyfriend was anywhere, it was here…or the bar.

An off key note made your eyes snap up from where you were watching the ground, not expecting him to have heard you so easily.

“Hello, my love!” Venti cheered.

“Hi, Venti,” you lovingly spoke softly, moving to sit down next to him. Your head carefully moved to rest upon his shoulder and he continued to play softly, although this time around, it was a different song — one of your favorites.

A smile pulled at the sides of your lips. It was the first one since you’d gotten back from your journey. The very same journey your boyfriend was unaware of.

When he finished playing it, Venti set the lyre down next to him against a tree root. His face turned serious, “Something’s wrong.”

“Is there?” you played dumb, unsure of how to bring up the topic at hand. Venti didn’t fall for it. He never did.

He began to scan over your body for any sign of injuries, afraid something bad happened. When he saw there was nothing there, his hands gently placed themselves on the sides of your cheeks so he could rotate your head. He smiled the whole time, but you knew he was just masking his concern.

“I can feel it,” he said slowly, eyes squinting as he looked far off into the distance, “something’s different.”

You tried to hold it back, but tears sprung to your eyes. There was no hiding it now, “Venti, I…”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he hurriedly wiped your tears as you looked up at him, “it’s okay, I swear! You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s just,” you sniffled. The tears weren’t from injuries or hurt feelings, but simply because you were overwhelmed. The entirety of your future was now uncertain aside from the fact that you could no longer face death. You had centuries ahead of you, and it wasn’t something you had before, “my vision. I traded it.”

“What? Why would you…” he mumbled, mind racing back and forth. You loved your vision. It was something you had worked so hard for as a child, a representation of your dedication. It wasn’t like you needed money or anything, so why would you get rid of it?

Through your tear filled eyes, you smiled, “You don’t have to worry anymore, Ven. All those years ahead, we can spend them together.”

“You…you’re…?” he breathed out heavily, realization hitting him all at once. A smile broke through his lips, happy tears of his own were beginning to form, “you did that for me?”

You nodded and he threw himself against you, embracing you tightly. In all the years he had been alive, Venti was sure he would be alone forever. But in life and death, you were with him forever.

Zhongli:

Zhongli hadn’t noticed right away.

He was perceptive, yes, but there didn’t seem to be anything amiss with you at first. You often hid things very well. It was one of the only things he didn’t like about you. If something were to go wrong because he wasn’t observant enough with you, Zhongli would feel perpetually guilty.

It wasn’t until weeks after your journey that he had finally realized something had changed.

You seemed normal for the past few weeks. There were a few moments where you were oddly fidgety or anxious, but he chalked it up to the fact that you had just gotten back from a work trip. Perhaps you were tired out from it. Plenty of people came back a little on edge from trips, he had seen it first hand.

When it became continuous, worries began to whisper in his ear. No, he hadn’t thought you cheated or did something bad. Zhongli knew you well enough to know you weren’t that kind of person. If anything, he was worried that something bad had happened to you. That maybe someone hurt you or there was something you couldn’t tell him.

So, he brought it up at dinner one day.

His hand reached across the table, warmly cupping it around yours. His thumb gently traced over the back of it, a soothing action he knew you loved. He inhaled and pursed his lips before bluntly asking, “Did someone hurt you? Because if they did, I want you to know you can tell me and I will take care of it.”

Your face morphed into confusion, awkwardly laughing at his wild assumptions, “I’m sorry, what? Where’d you get that idea?”

Zhongli retracted his hand from yours slowly. His face was now equally as confused as yours, “I apologize, my love. You have been acting rather off since your trip. I thought maybe something bad had happened or someone may have hurt you. Am I incorrect?”

Another awkward laugh fell from your lips before you sighed and averted your eyes to look out the window of the restaurant, “Yes, but nothing bad happened. I’ve just been a little…down about something.”

He furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head a bit to the side, “If you were feeling upset, you could have come to me. You know I hate to see you like that.”

“I know, I just,” you started hesitantly, “I wasn’t ready to tell you yet.”

“Tell me…what?”

The whirlwind of emotions you had been feeling over the past few weeks began to hit you harshly and you couldn’t stop the tears from forming in your eyes, “I traded my vision, Zhongli.”

He took a few seconds to process, but his hand grabbed yours again. He wasn’t sure what you were talking about, but the fact that you were crying was enough to scare him, “I…I am afraid I do not understand.”

“I made a deal with Celestia…to be come immortal. In exchange for immortality, they took my vision,” you explained slowly, staring down at the table.

Zhongli rose from his seat slowly before walking to your side of the table. He kneeled down beside you, a few tears springing at his own eyes as he looked directly into yours, “Why would you do that?”

“For you,” you breathed out happily, cupping his face as the tears fell from your eyes “I want to be with you forever, Zhongli.”

Zhongli rose a bit from his place on the floor. Cupping your face with his hands, he kissed you softly, yet eagerly. You could feel the love and passion with in it. All the sadness melted away in an instant.

He had witnessed so many of his friends and past lovers parish before him. Victims to time and mortality. But here you were, willing to sacrifice something you cared for so much to spend an eternity with him.

And in that moment, Zhongli realized he’s never loved someone as much as he’s loved you.

Scaramouche:

You were used to Scaramouche pushing you away when things got rough. Not because he was angry with you or tired of you, but because his emotions were too much to handle. The sadness was too much to bear.

The conversation of immortality had come up very often. A worry of his that he just couldn’t seem to shake.

What would happen when you were gone?

How was he supposed to move on?

Love someone else?

If Scaramouche was being honest, he knew there was no way he could love another. Not after you, the one person he’s ever truly loved and the only one he hasn’t lost. You understood and cared for him in a way that no one else ever had or ever could. Despite not having a real heart, his love for you was so strong enough to make him feel like he did.

When you left for some sort of trip, Scaramouche hadn’t been suspicious of anything. You claimed it was for your job — just a week long trip out of Sumeru to take care of some business. It seemed urgent, according to you at least. He understood and didn’t question any part of your story, even if it did have holes in it.

Although he didn’t show it outwardly, the week without you was rather miserable for him. Anytime you were gone, everything seemed to remind him of the centuries that he had been alone. The people he had watched die or turn on him and how weak he felt. It made him wonder, once again, how he could ever live without you.

When you returned days later, it was late at night. The lights to your shared home were turned off and everything was silent. You dropped your things inside, but before you could head to your room, you caught a glimpse of your boyfriend through the window. His hat was cast aside on the grass next to him where he was lying down. The wind was blowing his hair softly across his face as he gazed up at the stars, something you frequently did together.

Coincidentally, it was during those times that the topic of immortality would come up. The stars made Scaramouche sad when he peered up at them. Despite not believing in their genuine existence, he would hate to look up one day and find you among them. Far away from him. Mortality permanently holding you in its grasp.

You silently walked outside to where he was lying down, careful not to disturb him. You laid down next to him, gently taking his hand in yours. His fingers interlocked themselves with yours, but he didn’t bother to turn and look at you, already knowing who it was. When you looked to him, however, his eyes were glistening with small tears, the stars reflecting in them. He looked ethereal, but you hated how sad he looked — eyebrows furrowed, a frown pulling his lips downward.

“I’m not ready for you to leave,” he whispered painfully, voice cracking a bit as his eyes finally met yours.

You send him a fond smile, eyebrows turning upwards, “I’m not leaving anytime soon. You don’t have to worry.”

“But you will,” he started, a hint of anger laced his voice, directed at those who dared to take away the one thing he loved, “You’ll leave eventually. Just like everyone I’ve ever known. It’s only a matter of time.”

You sat up slowly, reaching into the pocket of your pants and grabbing something out. A flash of metal caught Scaramouche’s eye. He sat up instantly, recognizing what the mysterious object was.

It was your vision. The bright shining blue light it normally had was entirely gone, drained of power. Wordlessly, you handed it to him. He grabbed it, but looked up into your eyes with confusion. When he did, he finally noticed the exhaustion and dried tears all over your face.

“What is this?” He angrily inspected the grayed vision in his hands, “What happened to you? If someone hurt you, I swear to you, I’m going to kill them.”

“No!” you quickly exclaimed, interrupting his oncoming burst of anger, “No one hurt me. I did this myself.”

“Start explaining,” he demanded. Although he looked angry, you could see the worry and fear in his eyes.

“I’m tired of these conversations,” you hesitantly started, averting your eyes to a tree in the distance. You could feel your own sad frown pulling at your lips as you fidgeted with the vision he had returned to you. Inhaling, you continued, “If I’m being honest, I’m not okay with leaving you either. It tears me apart to see you like this, Scaramouche. It sounds selfish, but I…I don’t want to think of your life without me. Not when it’s already hurting you this much and I’m not even dead yet.”

You paused to wipe the tears that had unknowingly began to fall from your eyes. Gesturing to the vision, you explained, “The trip I went on wasn’t for work, and I’m sorry for lying to you about it. It was to make an exchange. By trading this with Celestia, I’m no longer mortal.”

Scaramouche’s eyes flickered back and forth between yours and the lifeless vision rested in your hands. A mix of anger, sadness, and relief hit him all at once. Years of memories flashed in his head from all the mistreatment in Inazuma, the Harbingers, and to his newfound life in Sumeru. But most importantly, he saw you and all the ways you’ve loved him ever since you found each other. His voice wobbled a bit, dancing between the lines of neutrality and sadness, “Why would you do that for me?”

You tossed the vision to the side and held his hand again, “My vision may have meant a lot to me, but nothing will ever mean as much to me as you do. I would trade everything I’ve ever owned to be with you forever if that’s how it had to be.”

The two of you laid back down together against the cool grass, staring back up at the stars. This time, however, his arms embraced you tightly. The stars seemed to shine a little more brightly, a little more beautifully. There was no chance for them to take you away from him anymore, and Scaramouche was forever grateful for that.

Dainsleif:

The burden of immortality sat heavily on Dainsleif’s shoulders. It was a curse he bore, but not one he would wish onto anyone else. It was painful, unkind, and often struck those who deserved it the least.

When you had found him, you were not originally aware of the fact that he had been among those who were affected by it. You knew he originated from Khaenri’ah, but you supposed he was like your old friend Kaeya, who was also from there, but was not a bearer of the curse.

Admittedly, it was difficult to be in relationship with Dainsleif at times because of it. He trusted you wholeheartedly, but there was always this lingering sense of doom in his eyes. There were times when he would get close with you, share his past and his deepest desires, but then he would pull away. It was a constant game of back and forth with him.

You were aware it was because he was scared, terrified even. Dainsleif had lived a long life of loss and sadness. He had failed in his duties as the Twilight Sword and, because of that, he was forced to witness the death and destruction of everyone and everything he loved around him. Anyone he had ever loved he had lost, and he couldn’t stand to watch that happen to you too.

You couldn’t bear it equally as much. Dainsleif was the best person to ever have come into your life. Someone you knew could never hurt you. Someone who showed you more love than anyone else ever had. Your love for each other was like no other. The only thing that could truly separate you from him would be death, and he would love you until that day came.

As painfully beautiful as that was, it saddened you to a degree that nothing else could. You did not want to lose him as much as he did not want to lose you. And so, you decided to lessen his punishment. Immortality was supposed to curse him with loneliness and suffering, but that loneliness wouldn’t exist if you were by his side for the rest of time.

You left as soon as possible, vision stored away in your satchel and a notebook in hand. It was your notebook that held your recipes. As a chef, there were all sorts of ingredients across Teyvat that you had to often import or travel to obtain. It was the perfect excuse to leave without him raising suspicion. Because, although Dainlsleif detested the Gods and Celestia, he would never let you do what you were about to do. Not for him, and not for anyone else. Not even for yourself.

It took you about a week to return.

Dainsleif noticed instantly something was different when you returned. It was a little past midnight. He was sitting at the table of your home, window open to his left to let the cool breeze sift through the house. He had been scribbling away at a map when the door walked open, and in walked you.

There were dark circles around your eyes, a conflicting look swirling within them. Part of you looked relieved, while the other part looked saddened. His eyebrows furrowed as you stumbled in through the doorway, whispering a small greeting to him. Quickly, he was by your side and hugging you dearly.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly, voice just barely above a whisper. You leaned against him, head tucked gently into his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around his abdomen. Silently, you nodded.

Dainsleif carefully brought you to the couch in the living room, sitting you down gently and setting your belongings on the small table in front of you. The breeze from the window drafted through again, strong enough to make you shiver. In an instant, Dainsleif was up and moving to shut it quickly so you could be warm and comfortable.

“Something’s wrong,” he started, hand moving to cup your face as you gazed into his eyes tiredly, “I know you aren’t just tired. So please, tell me what happened on your trip.”

You crumbled in an instant, unable to lie to his face, “I traded my vision. I’m sorry, I wasn’t actually going to get ingredients.”

Confusion settled even deeper into his blood as he stared at you, unable to comprehend what you were talking about, “Trade your vision for…what? Why would you need to trade your…oh.”

When he realized, you nodded carefully. The silence that followed suit scared you. You often had a hard time reading him, especially now.

His next reaction shocked you, however. Tiny traces of tears sprung to his eyes, threatening to pour over at any second. Your eyebrows furrowed, but before you could say anything, Dainsleif quickly leaned in and kissed you. Your eyes closed and you returned it, feeling the sadness, desperation, and love behind it. When he pulled away, you could see two or three tears had fallen from his eyes.

Gently, you wiped them away and hugged him tightly. He held you tightly in return, and silently, you both laid back against the couch. Exhaustion hit the two of you at once, knocking you out as you slept within each other’s arms. You had been exhausted from your trip and all the emotions you had felt from it. As for Dainsleif, his exhaustion from being cursed had eased up a bit on him. It him all at once, the realization and the lack of loneliness or worries he would have to deal with from now on. There was no more till death due you part, because finally, Dainsleif had you for forever and you had him.

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— in another lifetime ! ★ | edition: archons, version 1.0

ft. venti, zhongli & ei x fem!reader

content. heavy angst, mentions of alcohol, death, blood, details of injuries, illness. refers to their story lore. spoilers for inazuma’s archon quest.

✉️ mail received! sender: venti

you had every ounce of reason to believe that the boisterous bard was in fact not a mortal. he knew mondstadt like the back of his hand - i mean seriously, do all bards recite the crevices of a cliff face the way that he does? - and even drunk he could blabber for hours on mondstadt’s history, occasionally mentioning things that were not public knowledge.

therefore you knew you’d be swallowing yourself into a mess when you fell head over heels for that playful giggle, the lingering taste of wine on his lips between kisses and how he always seemed to reassure you so perfectly - regardless of whether you worshipped the archon of anemo or not (he doesn’t mind anyways!)

you remember the day that he finally gave up his secret well. it was carved into your memory the same way venti had every inch of his country burned into his mind, the rocks, the lakes, the trees he rustled with familiar, warm breezes as you walk under them. you’d been ill for months, seeking help from a multitude of doctors to try pinpoint exactly what was wrong - it turns out you didn’t have long left to live. in a bout of emotion, venti exposed his true identity to you underneath windrise, not far from a statue of his own person.

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a gasp falls from your lips, another coughing fit shaking your body as venti perches himself down beside you on the picnic blanket, his hand rubbing your back warmly. you flash him an appreciative smile, to which your boyfriend returns as he presses a kiss to your head. weakly, you raise a tissue to your mouth as you continue to cough, as if something is stuck in your throat.

it’s becoming harder to breathe and when that lump in your throat finally hacks up, the white tissue in your hand stains a bright red. venti’s eyes notice it before you do, the hairs on the back of his neck standing in a panic as his breath hitches - no, you couldn’t possibly be leaving him this soon?

it was as if celestia was mocking him for falling in love with a human in the first place. a mortal with an archon? a concept so amusing in the eyes of those who live forever. it was bad enough falling for you knowing you too would leave him one day but it was even more of a stab to his chest when you were ill with mere months left.

“windblume?” venti whispers, concerned when you don’t respond straight away. your breaths are staggered, weak and wheezing somewhat. it feels like your lungs are filling with liquid, drowning out your vital organs as you become dizzy. your vision is darkening, static around the edges as you look over at your boyfriend.

he’s crying; rivers of precious, glittering tears are dancing down pale cheeks as he stares at you in fear. there’s no reassuring him now. you know that venti has seen his fair share of death, you couldn’t lie to him in such a scenario.

“in… another lifetime, okay?” your voice cracks, you’re running out of oxygen when your chest tightens and constricts like there’s a heavy weight pressing on you, “i-i love you.”

“wait- no!” venti cries out, catching you as your body slumps forward, your eyes unblinking. he squeezes you close, burying his face into your shoulder when he can’t hear your struggled gasps for breath anymore, “i love you too…”

✉️ mail received! sender: zhongli

he figured he’d done a good job of hiding his status as an archon, especially when he tries to emphasise that he is retired - xiao will always send him a straight, deadpanned look in response to this that makes you giggle. you’d seen through it all, namely because you’d been familiar with xiao prior to meeting zhongli. you knew the last remaining yaksha well, on friendly terms.

you knew xiao wouldn’t just respond to anyone the way that he does zhongli. you’d seen first hand how the adeptus responds at the voice of the taller man - obedient and loyal. not to mention, you’d heard plenty of times when xiao stumbles on his words, referring to zhongli by his archon name before his cheeks flush and he stutters out his human name instead.

zhongli thought the idea of love mediocre. it never seemed to impress him - you suspected that there had been a past lover involved but neither xiao nor zhongli confirmed or denied your suspicions. you also knew however that zhongli had every right not to return your feelings. what would an archon ever want with a human anyways?

but the benevolent turned archon cracked under your smile and contagious energy, admitting that he was an archon the same night he had said his true feelings out loud into the night of guyun stone forest - where he had taken you to delve into liyue’s history. it was a personal favourite activity to do with you, your eyes glittering whenever he’d speak of events long ago.

sadly, zhongli knows that he had delved too deep into too many scenarios for his own good, trusting the fatui within liyue at what cost?

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guyun stone forest was as peaceful as ever, the waves rolling up the sand beaches in melodies you wished you could paint on a canvas. zhongli knew you particularly loved this spot - he’d offered to take you to jueyun karst this evening but you was hellbent on coming back to guyun stone forest, a harsh reminder of the archon war to the tall male.

yet as peaceful as it was, a solace that the two of you would cherish any other day, there was the struggled gasps of your breath that broke the silence, meshing with the crash of waves and the whip of the wind on liyue’s coastline.

golden eyes stare at you, panicked and dilated as he takes in the way your blood is staining your attire, painting it red in the shade of jueyun chilis - would he ever look at the specialities of his own country the same again? let alone the location that he held the most memories at, especially with you, the only one he’d truly let close again?

“zhongli?” you whisper, watching the way he’s clutching his polearm with such vigor, brandishing it in anger after having fought off your attackers. if he wasn’t wearing his gloves, you’d see the way his knuckles are turning white.

“how are you feeling? does it hurt?” his polearm clatters to the stony pebbles of the beach you stood on, the very pebbles that are splattered in blood - not just yours but of numerous fatui lackeys zhongli had put to rest in your defence. he rushes to your side, gloved hands cupping your face as he makes you look up at him.

“it burns, li,” you wince, breathing is starting to hurt. it’s starting to take its toll paired with the blood loss zhongli knows he can’t stop, “i’ll be waiting for you in our next lifetime.”

zhongli grimaces at your words, not willing to grasp the concept of you dying yet - no, he possibly couldn’t. he was prepared for much longer time with you, he couldn’t have it cut so short. but he watches the way the sparkle is dying from your eyes, chapped lips parted as shallow breaths leave them.

“perhaps, then we will get this whole thing right, my love,” he reassures, a hand falling down to your waist when your knees buckle weakly under you, protecting your fragile body from the stones below, “i love you, y/n, always.”

✉️ mail received! sender: ei

following the traveler’s escapades in inazuma, ei wandered inazuma city many days to bask in the sunlight she hadn’t seen in decades. she’d hang around a particular café, one where you worked as a waitress delivering cups of hot matcha to tables of smiling elderly couples, dying old together until their last days. ei would sink deeper into thought whenever she saw you, some days even managing to run into you when you wasn’t working - it truly was accidental!

you would be a fool to not recognise her as inazuma’s archon, to which you do. she knows this when you respond to her in polite, formal gestures and yet you never fear her. you never cower in her presence or shake and shiver. it’s a peace she had yet to experience in her time out of the plane of euthymia.

when she announces her feelings to you, under the dazzling, colourful displays of naganohara fireworks in a quiet spot of tenshukaku’s gardens, she makes it clear that you will leave this realm of existence before her - without her. you do not fear this idea either, the same way you do not fear her. ei finds it courageous that you do not fear death as others around her do.

you do fear her capabilities as an archon, the destruction she can cause in mere seconds and the enemies she makes in the blink of an eye but ei never meant for it to turn out this way, they were her enemies to deal with, not yours.

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“ei…?” her name falls from your lips within seconds of your attack, a red river trickling from the corner of your mouth as ei lowers you to the grass below, kneeling at your side as she holds you close in her arms.

“shh, my dear, it is okay.” ei coos, raising a shaking hand to brush her thumb against your cheek, collecting tears yet to fall from your eyes although she can see them sparkling in rhe moonlight. thunder roars over head, lightning flashing around you in the midst of ei’s anger and worry.

it is the first time she has seen you so fearful with eyes wide as you choke on your own blood, coughing it up. it splashes onto her pale skin but she does not react, watching you helplessly as her grip on you tightens.

“this is it, isn’t it?” you ask with a raspy voice, a single tear rolling down your cheek that ei wasn’t quick enough to wipe away in time. ei flashes a sad smile down at you, not wanting to say the words you crave to hear.

“you belong with me - you know that, yes?” she suddenly states, her voice firm but there’s a slight waver in her tone, “maybe in another world or lifetime but i know you belong with me.”

you choke on a sob at her words, succumbing to your injuries as they burn and sting, red drops of blood dripping to the ground below and staining blades of grass. ei presses her lips to your head in a silent reassurance, knowing that nothing she could say would bring you calm now. nothing would bring you the divinity you feel when the two of you would sit under a shared parasol in tenshukaku’s gardens or wandered in the shallow waters of inazuma’s coastlines barefooted.

ei keeps her lips pressed to your clammy skin until your sobs and cries of how painful it is subdue, leaving her with your lifeless body in her arms. only then does the woman cry, screaming out into the night sky in a battle with the thunder - who truly felt more anger in that moment? she wails, wondering if she’ll ever live without the ones she loves getting taken from her so brutally.

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