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alithtleobsessed · 2 years

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— i love you’s & i love you not

IN WHICH YOU, a local florist, unwittingly garner the attention of many while tending to your flowers that seem to be causing you more trouble than you initially bargained for (it’s not too late to leave your work to your helpers, right…?)

OR, you’re just living life with your flowers and helpers when people from varying tropes strut into your quaint shop

INCLUDES : albedo ; ayato ; dainsleif ; diluc ; thoma ; venti ; zhongli

A/N : i have spent a week staring at this draft and trying to write this godforsaken thinhgd reader is gender neutral + no use of pronouns !!

likes & REBLOGS are appreciated if u enjoyed this !! <33

if you were asked to describe your life, you would say it’s something akin to a constant loop:

every morning you wake up; begrudgingly roll off your bed and prepare breakfast; get yourself ready and mentally prepare for the day ahead; open the shop; deal with the mundane passings of life as you attend to the occasional customer seeking out a message in the “language of flowers” (whatever the hell that means. you don’t speak “flower” other than the random pieces of trivia, stemmed from your father’s constant rambling); close the shop and get ready for the night; repeat.

you don’t quite remember when it all first started, but it’s not like it really matters — at the end of the day, you’re a florist. it’s as simple as that. there’s no what if’s, however’s, maybe’s, or anything else that may slot itself somewhere in between; it’s just how it is and how it always will be.

and that routine didn’t change when aether and lumine stumbled into your life a year ago, looking for work experience in a local business that fits the criteria needed in order for them to complete their course. a simple come-and-go, no strings attached.

pretty straightforward, wouldn’t you think? well, that’s certainly what they had.

but what they thought would be a quick two months helping out a (money-grubber) florist here and there turned into one year of part-time employment, and they’re still here helping you out with no signs of stopping.

and you’re fine with that; content, even. they make your dull, repetitive days just a bit more spontaneous — a bit more fun and bearable. especially when it’s during the days where customers roll in much slower, leaving the three of you free to play music that’s out of place in the quaint flower shop, or stuff yourselves with food from local bakeries and takeaways.

(though, you choose to ignore their increasing levels of exasperation directed towards you as each day passes.)

but even so, you’ve never stopped to think about settling down with someone, nor has the idea of even going on a date crossed your mind. you’re simply too preoccupied with your blissfully normal life that you find no reason to worry about potential love affairs. no unnecessary hassles, no one other than yourself to worry about, and certainly no extra mouths to feed — your life had always been simple.

well. until it wasn’t, that is.

— venti : a self-proclaimed busker who’s basically your roommate

you could perfectly describe the busker in one or two words: a menace. he’s a menace to both you and society. but mostly to you.

(aether and lumine can attest to this.)

the first time you met venti was outside your shop in the most literal sense possible.

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Tyranny (ii) ⊱⊰ Genshin!Various

A/N: Time for the rest of the love interests! Ah yes, might you dear be reminded that 'Xiao' here is 'Alatus', as in- beta xiao-

➸ Part One — Three

✤ she/her

✤ Death

✤ LIs: Bennett, Alatus, Diluc, Childe

"You-! You will regret this, you tyrant!" bellows an elderly man who is being hauled to the doors by the guards. "You will kiss the ground, I swear upon my life!" Flicking the fan open to hide your taunting grin, you raise a hand, signaling the guards to stop their rough handling. They obey in a fraction of a second, forcing the cursing man to his knees, crippling under the grips on his shoulders.

"Oh no! Are you perhaps insinuating an uprising?" you tip his chin up with your fan. He spits on your face with a snarl, his only reaction when he's brutally slammed on the ground being a hoarse laugh. Who's kissing the ground now? Kazuha clambers to your side, a murmur of your title as he hands you a handkerchief leaving. You laugh after clearing the taint on your pristine features. "Surely you can stain me with something other than your slaver. Something much grander, how about it?" "Whatever do you mean, my Queen?" the man questions, disdain evident when he referred to you. Flexing a hand open, your servant understands immediately, unsheathing his sword and lacing it in the curl of your fingers. You smile, pupils dilated. "Your blood."

SLICE!

There are few to zero reactions at the corpse that flops to the ground, spilled blood staining the marbles red. Only the maids and servants who are stationed by the halls move, hands equipped with materials suit for cleaning. Ah, they've been taught well with initiative. Finally, less servant blood to dirty the floor. "My Queen.." Kazuha starts, stepping closer to take the sword from your hands. After sheathing it back in its scabbard, he takes your hands, wiping them clean of the drying blood. Your advisor scurries a second later, grimacing faintly at yet another—you've had plenty—body on the castle floors. His face clears of the horror when he sees you smiling his way, clearly bemused at his reaction. "Y-Your Majesty, you've exceeded exactly twenty-two minutes. You are yet to attend the royal fitting for-" "The treaty meeting, yes?" you hum, curling your fingers after Kazuha has slipped you on a pair of gloves. The advisor nods nervously, eyes averting from your figure. No one must look the Queen in the eye, after all—except for a select minority. "And then I have the rest of the day for myself, is that correct?" "Yes, Your Majesty... although, the Prince from the neighboring Kingdom will be arriving.." Ah yes, the meeting you talked about earlier. To be honest, just thinking of it is boring. A knowing smile curls upon your face. "Mm, perhaps I'll divert my time to something else later.." you say with a simper, strutting out of the grand halls with Kazuha following behind. Meanwhile, a perplexed advisor stands with gaping lips. "Divert time to something else?" he repeats in horror before hastening to catch up, "Your Majesty, one must not indulge in frivolity when there are state affairs to attend to!"

Bennett

You've seen him when you were a child on the streets, but it is obvious that he does not remember you. He's a peasant, presently a squire with the dream of protecting the adults who had taken him in when he was a young boy. His dream is noble—and it almost sickened you how there remains in this wretched place, a soul aware of evil, yet remaining optimistic and pure. This is the very reason he caught your eye. Bennett fears you slightly, and you do not mind, but you favor him amongst the knights and their apprentices. In him, you found a shred of who you were, the person you once were, so you would keep him safe. Untainted.

"Are you not the least bit piqued as to why I keep returning to these corridors?" you address Kazuha, who is three steps behind.

Although your eyes are not pointed at the silver-haired servant, you can almost see him surveying the beige-colored walls of the building built especially for the Knights.

"My Queen often visits Squire Rota,"

"Correct, how observant of you."

A nonsensical compliment that was, really. Of course he has to keep an open eye, he follows you wherever you go, after all.

You may haven't thought of the time in which you decided to roam the Knights' barracks, however, since right now there aren't traces of anyone.

Not until you hear metal clanging against metal, that is, therefore implying an ongoing sword practice.

Arriving by the balcony, you flick your fan open, hiding the lower half of your face with a gentle flutter of the item.

The training grounds cover a wide area of land, extensively furnished to fit and train knights and squires alike. It still comes as a surprise that many have signed up for knighthood when you took the throne.

Your advisor says that it might be because you're seen as a leader fit for commanding a brigade, but deep down, you believe it to be something else.

"Hm.." your eyes fly over one squire to another, smiling daintily when you spot a certain man amidst the groups. "There you are."

"Psst, Squire Rota, her Majesty has her eyes on you again."

"E-eh.. !?"

Bennett all but shrieks, losing his focus and shortly being whacked by a training sword as a result. He tumbles to the floor with a yelp, laughing in dismissal at the frantic apology of his peer.

"You caught her interest," says the platoon commander, "Odds are she will promote you under the tutelage of the Adepti after your period of apprenticeship."

"What.. !?" the chartreuse-eyed squire stammers.

To work under the leadership of the Adepti is no easy thing to accomplish! Surely, the Queen is just being wary of the apprentices so she keeps an eye on everyone, right... !?

He glances back and up, wanting to prove his theory right but- to his surprise, there the Queen herself stands. The same person who doesn't associate herself with anyone less than her ranking unless she wishes to or if it is necessary is right there at the balcony.

Staring right at him.

Bennett swivels in a second, chills running down his spine.

His instructor laughs and smacks him at the back, saying, "Consider yourself lucky, boy. At least you're far from upsetting the Queen enough for her to execute you."

Bennett looks down at his hands holding his battered wooden sword, mulling over the words of his superior. Lucky... ?

He can still feel the stare at his back and he tries not to shiver, tries not to show any sign of discomfort that may upset the tyrannical sovereign and he succeeds.

But it does not get rid of the fear in his chest.

He doesn't know if he counts himself as lucky.

Alatus

One of the very few men in the Palace to not fear you for your reputation. He's closely affiliated with the previous royals, though, so you've got an inkling that he despises you to the core. As one of the elites meant to protect the royals—that means he'll be protecting you—however, he mustn't show his abhorrence out in the open. Even if you both know that it exists very well—and he'd have no trouble slitting your throat if not for the consequence that will befall his companions. So there he stands, only a step behind your servant, drawing his weapon to those that oppressed you. Waiting for the day he will be able to turn that blade around.

Each first quarter of the year calls for a show of strength from the Knights, a form of entertainment enjoyed by the nobility.

The tradition stuck around even when you ascended to the throne, though you truly have no excitement to express regarding these activities.

But it raises everyone's morale, so you do not mind.

These times call for the most arrogant of Knights to show off, and since you support their dreams and strength, why not pitch in a few almost impossible challenges for them?

"This is unforgivable, my Queen, my men are far from being animals you can watch gnarl each other to death." says Alatus, the passive-aggressive smile on his face not once leaving.

"Oho," you grin, leaning onto the back of your throne, "Wherever have you gotten the idea of a bloodbath? I am merely proposing a challenge to... vivify this year's exposition."

His smile twitches, but otherwise, he is doing well keeping up that facade whilst in the presence of other court officials.

With a clear of his throat, he bows his head.

"I implore you to think of something else."

Giggling at the Yaksha's once in a blue moon desperation—oh the things he does for his comrades is admirable—you stand from your seat, stalking closer with intent.

You can practically taste the ire he has hidden behind his emerald eyes that are glazed over with faux surrender. It's divine.

The rush in knowing that he can kill you in your sleep—and knowing that he won't do it because of the risks—makes provoking him much more delightful.

You are both playing with fire and poison, and you both know it.

"Well, since Alatus asked so nicely.." you trace the curve of his lips, down to his jawline before tipping his chin up so your eyes meet.

"You can be the one to think of other arrangements that will satisfy the nobles. If I so much get a single complaint, then..."

Sliding your hold to his neck, you give him the faintest squeeze, reminiscing the day before your debut when he had grasped you by the neck in warning; 'harm the royal family and you'll be shown no mercy.'

"Well, we can just punish your men. Is it clear?"

He seems to have understood the reason behind your action, and if the fire in his eyes hasn't been lit with enough fury before—well it is raging like an inferno right now.

Alatus doesn't respond right away, choosing to give the fiercest of glares that only you will be able to decipher, and you grin, whispering,

"I said, is it clear, my dear Knight?"

His cheeks are tinted with the same red of his hair and he shakes, evidently thorough with disdain. But still, with gritted teeth, he looks at you in the eye and responds begrudgingly.

"Yes, my Queen."

Diluc

The Prince of the Kingdom allied with yours. He has always been a mirthful man who loves his dear father and land, but it's as clear as day that he loses that character with each step into your Palace. You suppose you cannot blame him. After all, you are someone to loathe. After all, your family murdered the line of royals he was meant to marry in. That promise of marriage hasn't been touched upon and is still written on paper, so he dreads the day you will probably use it to get him to submit. Now, he's on the mission to break that agreement off whilst trying to minimize future repercussions.

Without a doubt, he loved her, the previous princess, so much.

So, you can perfectly understand why he is doing everything he can to cancel the marriage arrangements that were untouched after the massacre of the royal family. Who would want to be married to you?

Even a Sun Prince—a title he got after his sunshine optimism and contrasting stoicism when the situation calls for it—such as himself wouldn't want to be shackled in a loveless marriage.

Perhaps it's because you rule differently compared to how his father does?

Mm, such a reason is acceptable.

It's rather funny how desperate he is to get rid of the arrangements as quickly as possible, though.

"Marrying me is quite deplorable, I see."

You comment as Diluc slides the stack of papers across the table, all written with the context of breaking the future engagement.

"I'm honestly surprised, your Royal Highness, to extend such notice within a year of the preceding royal family's deaths," you take the paper, aware of the flinch the Prince failed to hide and you smirk behind the parchment. "I assumed you'd spend more time mourning."

He clenches his fists, taking a moment to breathe in and out. You almost burst out laughing, but that'd simply be rude! As if you aren't being rude enough.

Ah, it's always so easy to rile him up. Is he cursing me to damnation, I wonder? You hum, setting the paper back down with a placid look on your face.

His expression alone contrasts against yours.

"It will appease both kingdoms if we're to stop future arrangements now, Your Majesty," his eyes are firm yet poignant as if under that vexation lies grievance. "... And I too."

Hm? You smile. This is surprising.

You didn't expect the Prince to admit a personal reason. So he truly is still mourning his lover's death. Then again, he's loved by the people for plenty a reason, you suppose being warm-hearted is a part of that.

Well, since he asked so nicely.. although...

"It'd be an honor to help you acquire peace of mind, but as you can see, sir," you snap your fingers, and the doors open to reveal Xingqiu, carrying papers equal to the amount brought by the Prince.

The amber-eyed man hands you the stack and you pile it down in front of the male royal. "Your Kingdom is indebted to me."

The look of bewilderment on his face tells you that he is unaware of such things, prompting you to laugh.

"So your father hasn't told you. He can't be blamed. With the debt your Kingdom is under... it won't be so wise of him to reveal it."

"I- this is.."

Grinning at his speechlessness, you draw out a long sigh, folding your arms with a frown.

"So unless you can find a way to pay my Kingdom back within a time period, then we won't be canceling the future engagement. And say his Royal Majesty fails, then.."

You stand, walking towards the frozen man to tousle your fingers through his locks before leaning down to whisper in his ear.

"I'll see to it that you will be your father's payment."

You go out the double doors with a repeat of your warning, leaving a horrified Diluc behind.

Childe

House Caeli has forever been in arms with House Khemia, so it is understandable that you've known him for a long time, though the start of your relationship is rather peculiar. Having aided your family in the quest to ascend to power, he's been what you can say a close confidant. Always at your side if Albedo isn't there. Albeit he is a part of the court's officials handling geopolitics, he does a handful of... dirty work in the dark upon your orders. Be those to spy or assassinate. After all, he is an indebted man answering to a Queen who gave him worth.

It's in the dead of night when he comes to report as per usual, cloaked in black with the hood up concealing his visage.

A rhythmic knock on your balcony doors starts and you go to them, opening the doors to reveal Ajax—or Childe, as you'd call him in the evenings.

"Seeing that you are here without a scratch, I reckon it went splendidly?" you prompt, giving him your hand which he takes, holding them to his cheek endearingly.

"Yes, my Queen," he closes his eyes with a contented sigh, before saying, "Those who dare conspire against you in the shadows have been silenced, so,"

His grip on your hand turns firm.

"So you needn't worry about rebellions nor coups from the nobility."

Pleased, you caress his cheek, showering him with murmurs of praise. All of which he soaks in with a sigh.

"I knew I can count on you, Ajax. My utmost gratitude."

He shakes his head at your response, assuring over and over that what he's doing right now cannot amount to what you've done for him in the past.

You pull his hood down, gently as if you are unraveling a carefully wrapped present.

His chestnut tresses are dried with a liquid you see on at least a weekly basis, but having to see it on someone close to you is down heartening. Which is hypocritical, since you are the one to task them with the dirty work.

Childe locks his clasp on your wrist to prevent you from touching his hair, and he smiles. "Now, now, you mustn't dirty your fingers. That's what I am here for, no?"

Rolling your eyes, you abide by his words and withdraw your hand.

"You won't be any longer if Kazuha spots you lingering by my balcony for the seventeenth time this month."

He rolls his eyes at the name, huffing a complaint under his breath and you chuckle, dismissing his little jealousy away.

"Then I have to leave before he can spot me!" he beams with a wink before jumping onto handrails, adeptly turning with ease so he faces your way.

No matter how many times you warn him of the height the balcony's at, he does not falter, beyond thrilled at the face of risk and danger.

"Good night, [Name]."

Childe takes your hand and plants a swift kiss on it with a wink before he's hopping off the balcony, his cloak hiding his figure in the night.

a/n: second half done!

I love all of them so much gRR if MC isn't heinous in the first part, well she's definitely described as one here. doesn't it baffle how she can kill so easily yet is concerned over the kingdom's economy? or maybe she just wants diluc as a prize, hoho-

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　Tyranny’s Scrying Glass　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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