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aeferkssr · 2 years
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GENSHIN LOVER PROMPTS - various charas !
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you two were actually childhood best friends. they were there to see you grow into the wonderful person you are today. they were there thru the good times and the bad, and knew you like the back of their own hand. you have always been there for them as well, so it wouldn't be there fault if they fall in love?
THOMA . AETHER . lumine . itto . bennett . chongyun .
it was a hallway crush. you know? that cute person you saw in the hallway while you were rushing to your classes in the days? they never really got an oppertunity to actually have a conversation with you until their final year of school, when you two got set as seatmates. seeing you up close will maybe change their hallway crush into something more.
XIAO . itto . heizou . tighnari . ALBEDO . venti . nilou
the resident heartthrob™. they knew they were attractive and used it to their full advantage. whether they were asking for a favour or even wiggling their way out of a specific situation, you couyld bet that they would use their looks as a mean of persuasion. they're literally the embodiment of pretty priveledge, so why isn't it working on you? you don't even look twice when they enter the room. they long for a reaction from you and they will get it.
KAZUHA . KAEYA . lumine . tartaglia . YAE MIKO . ningguang . AYATO . xingqiu .
they were so convinced that you two had a special connection. the way how you made them feel was otherworldy. how completely calm they felt in your arms, and how they felt- no, knew without a doubt that the can trust you with their live. they don't really believe in something so childish as soulmates but if it was the only explanation for how utterly overwhelmed with joy you made them feel, they may entertain the idea just for a little.
thoma . AETHER . XIAO . zhongli . ayaka . ALBEDO . chongyun . tighnari
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astarriscus · 2 years
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— ✧ WHAT ARE YOU TO HIM? ✧ —
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ft. venti, xiao, kazuha, aether (separately). gender neutral reader. fluff (a bit of comfort fr xiao). warnings : n/a. wc ≈ 190 each.
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VENTI ; his muse.
when the wind is at its breeziest and it sways your clothes the same direction as wherever the wind blows that fine afternoon, he finds himself unable to mutter a single word. such an occurence is not uncommon, you realize days and weeks after, when you find venti once again speechless before you for whatever reason it may be. and, so you question him with eyebrows raised, only for him to smile softly and answer, "am i not allowed to gaze at the beauty of my muse?" — and then you would find yourself oddly flustered, a smile rising, and a laughing venti who then swifts in closer to press a kiss onto your forehead. the afternoon would then pass by, hours and hours until it turns evening, and you even once ask as to why he considers you his muse. his reply, however, is merely a wink, a finger pushed to your lip in silence, with his cheeky signature grin. and so the evening is spent in his embrace, the stars and wind alone as witnesses (until you head back home, that is).
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XIAO ; his light.
light and shadow come hand in hand, and one cannot exist without the other. xiao suddenly feels as though he truly understands that sentiment as he stares at you—your ethereal visage under the moon's light, the dark night suddenly feeling a bit brighter with your wide smile directed at him. and, he remembers. how you extended your hand to him, how you sat silently by his side as he reminisced on the past—how you put "ridiculous" thoughts in his head, of how your presence somehow seems to bring more warmth than the sun's rays, and of how he has come to feel more at ease by your side than neath the glow of the moon. how could it be, that you have become so important to him? that you've become a beacon of hope, a source of light—his light? yet, any thoughts such as that will have to wait, as you lean your touch closer to him and he unconsciously leans in as well. "xiao." and, with a simple call of his name, he collapses into your arms, feeling the warmth of your light against all of the shadows of his life, and for the first time in a while... he feels safe.
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KAZUHA ; his home.
'home is where the heart is', as some people say, and he reminds you every time he comes back into your arms, that his heart is with you. as the sun dips below the horizon and the clock ticks closer to the end of the day, kazuha's tense shoulders relax immediately upon setting his eyes on your figure—"always a sight for sore eyes," he would tell you, grinning against your own smile. in the bristling quiet of sunset, he tells of what he had come across today, absentmindedly reaching out for your hand as he speaks. and, you listen. he is by your side with hands intertwined until they feel like puzzle pieces never to be broken, the familiarity of it all ever so comforting. "welcome back home", you'd tell him—and he can't stop the grin from breaking all across his face, as his eyes crinkle in joy and he pulls you into his embrace. yes, you are his home, the home will return to with the dawning sun, stay with in the rising dawn, and beyond the horizons evermore.
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AETHER ; his fire.
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scrunching his nose in thought, AETHER hums with a thoughtful smile as he holds your hand in his, and softly whispers with you still in his embrace. small secrets scatter through the otherwise freezing night turned warm by the fireplace, his hand softly on your cheek—a chuckle escapes you and his grin brightens, as he nuzzles your nose and gazes into your eyes. you are his little spark that spurns him onward bravely, the fire that lit his heart ablaze. the sun is scorching and searing, yet you are not. your presence is an enigma he can't fully grasp, and he chases after that feeling in his chest praying he doesn't end up like icarus. and you won't let that happen. it's in this moment where the fire burns bright with affection in both your eyes that he thanks prometheus for his giving of the flames to man, though none can compare to you. "i'll be here." he'll protect you—after all, you are his dearest fire that alights the deepest depths of his love and heart.
— © astarriscus. please do not plagarize, repost, edit, translate, heavily reference, or profit from any of my works !! . . . taglist ; @tofuthoma @noxtivagus @kdaehara @katzeschreibt @kouque @myjulie @ajaxophobia
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miss-lovesick · 2 years
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◜bubble-blowing hcs◞
▸ diluc x gn!reader,  kaeya x gn!reader,  childe x gn!reader,  venti x gn!reader
▸ fluff
▸  slightly suggestive on venti’s part 
▸ i have no idea if someone has already done this, dont come for me tho, i swear i thought of this while playing with bubbles 😭
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DILUC 
▸ Always blows the bubble blowing stick gently
▸ Has a small pout on his face when he ends up not blowing a lot of bubbles it’s so cute <3
▸ Also blows the biggest bubbles!!
KAEYA
▸ Swings the bubble blowing stick around like a maniac.
▸ He laughs so much when the bubbles pop on your face but if some of the liquid from the bubble goes in your eyes, he begins to worry and helps you wash it off.
▸ Most of the bubbles only end up sticking together in groups but you still have fun anyways.
CHILDE
▸ Idk what you expected to be honest, he just buys those machines that blow the bubbles for you 💀 /hj
▸ But even if he decides to blow the bubbles himself, he almost always blows too hard and the bubbles pop 😭
▸ Gets so frustrated when it pops too
VENTI
▸ Has the wind to blow the bubbles for him 😭
▸ Bro just dips the bubble blowing stick to the mixture then holds it up to the air, then the wind comes blowing and makes the bubbles 💀
▸ Sees two bubbles stuck together and then he just goes “It’s missing a shaft”
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taglist: @oh-mapletofu​ 
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<3
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ganyuslily · 2 years
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MOST WANTED.
perhaps calling yourself “inazuma’s most wanted criminal” is definitely an overstatement and not the brightest idea on your part — but if that’s all that takes to have shikanoin heizou on your back; then so be it.
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heizou / gender neutral reader
fluff? bantering. reader is mayhaps overconfident but heizou loves it. reader is a thief. reader calls heizou “mr.detective” quite a lot. (written before the characters release!)
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the first time you meet the detective, you were not expecting for that man with noodle arms to be that strong — to the point where you can’t move out of his grasp, your hands pinned over your head and his face shoved right into yours. you also definitely did not expect him to smile and laugh, laugh!, in your face and then to just let you off with a warning, a condescending look in his eyes. yes, you did have an innocent look on your face and yes, it was a convincing one, but the way he laughed and looked at you as if you were just a child, a hindrance, set off something in you.
and from that moment on, you decided that you’d make that weird detective respect you.
shikanoin heizou is his name, you learned once by accident during your night trips to the city. the number one detective in the tenryu commission! someone says the next time you’re out and gathering information. a man of wild imagination, you near a couple of weeks later while trailing your next victim, but he also has an extraordinary sense of intuition when it comes to solving cases! someone almost screams the last part of the sentence into your ear. you flinch and then disappear between the people, focusing on your target once more.
“extraordinary sense of intuition my ass”, you mutter under your breath; you despise him to the core just after one meeting with him. is it quite childish? perhaps. but you don’t care.
sure, you’ve never really expected to become a criminal — and also one of the best, if you can say so yourself, but fate works in wonderful ways. the wonderful ways of fate meaning you were incredibly petty.
and today, you’re slightly fucked. not worse than the first, second, third and nth time after coming face to face with shikanoin heizou but the situation is definitely not ideal. shoved into the corner with no possible way of release and running away; it makes you feel like a caged animal. you’re plastered to the walls of the buildings next to you, searching for a way out. the detective is coming closer and closer, his eyes bearing the same condescending look as the first time you ever saw him.
it makes your blood boil.
“shouldn’t you be, i don’t know, sitting in and office and be taking care of all of your detective cases, mr. shikanoin?” you ask cutely, your eyes quickly scanning the surrounding. he doesn’t answer and just smiles (and damn it, it’s really pretty), he just approaches you.
“i truly doubt that chasing after me has anything to do with your job,” you continue your little monologue, deciding that today’s apparently the day when he’s not the most talkative, “considering i’m oh so honest with my crimes; there is nothing to solve there.”
you feign an innocent look and a crestfallen expression guests on your face; perhaps, if heizou did not know you that well, he would’ve fallen for it. the way he fell for it the first time.
“you stole weapons from the tenshukaku,” he says, his eyes brimming with something akin to excitement and it makes your heart flutter. “you stole weapons under the almighty shogun’s watch and i’d like to know how.”
“what, so you can steal them too?” you raise your brow and cock your face to the side. you slowly lift your hands higher the closer he gets to you. “i’m flattered, mr. detective, but the magician does not reveal their tricks that easily. you’ll have to try harder.”
“we’ll have all the time in the world after i take you to one of the cells; the food there may be not the best but i promise to spend a lot of time with you as you slowly tell me all your ways,” he tells you in a voice that makes him sound as if he’s making a sweet and not threatening promise. the issue? your heartbeat accelerates.
he’s only three steps away from you when you hop up and leap up into the air as if jumping on stairs, quickly placing yourself on the roof. you squat and look at the man under you, placing your chin on your hand.
“you’re really annoying, someone ever told you that?”
“yeah, a couple of times from this one guy called shikanoin heizou; ever heard of him? but truly, it’s a pity he’s someone that works under the law and not against it,” you sigh in disappointment.
“one day, i’ll catch you for good. and every time you use up one of your escape tricks, i get closer and closer to that day,” he says fiercely in a way that makes him sound as if he’s making an oath to his beloved.
you stand up and stretch lazily.
“y’know, if i didn’t know better, i’d say you have a crush on me, mr. detective,” you wink and disappear from his sight.
he’ll have you, one day. one day, you will be in his grasp — and he won’t let you go.
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zephestia · 2 years
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catastrophe ( kaedehara k. )
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synopsis you were a college freshman who just moved into your dormitory. as it happens, you accidentally caught sight of your not-so-slick neighbor from the room across yours snuck in a cat. being the good person that you are, you didn't confront him nor did you snitch on him. well, that was until you got the chance to use that information against him. not so good anymore, are we?
pairing kazuha x f!reader
genre fluff. slight angst. college!smau.
status on hold.
note there would be minor cussing and grammar mistakes. updates are sporadic—this series does not have a weekly or daily update schedule as im an academically active student who is often busy with assignments and school organization. contain some written parts which is usually marked with a flower symbol at the end of the chapter's title. send me an ask or comment to be added to the taglist.
TAGLIST🔖 [20/150]
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CHARACTER PROFILES:
STRAIGHT As — INAZUMANS + BEIDOU
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
01 | CAUGHT IN THE ACT [✿]
02 | FIRST IMPRESSION
03 | NAME
... to be continued
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ayazure · 2 years
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✧ — my ethereal muse
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Genre : modern albedo x gn!reader (fluff)
About : Choosing you as his muse was something he didn't regret even a little bit. The same goes for you as you think that accepting his invitation wasn't a bad thing at all.
Warnings : none but possible grammatical errors and misspellings along the way :')
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School life was ordinary in your perspective. It was like a daily routine that must be done step by step. To be frank, it was tiring for you to not experience something worthwhile.
Every break, you would always find yourself standing in the midst of the hallway, listening to your friends' musings – it became an everyday thing.
Some of the topics they spoke about didn't interest you wholly but you tried your best to listen. Sometimes you'd accidentally space out just like what's occuring now.
Although, you snapped back to reality when your friend starts whispering loudly and eagerly.
"Woah! Is that Albedo??"
"You mean the student adept at art and has high grades? Oh yeah, you're right !"
Your eyes direct itself to where your friends were staring. There he was, platinum kempt hair, some parts kept in a connected braid. A beige v-neck over his school polo. Hands occupied – holding a sketchbook and few papers.
As he's walking down the same hallway, he politely fends off fangirls coming near. "He sure is popular" One of your companions sighed. Silence kicks in for a while as you observe him from a distance. "I'm not sure if I'm hallucinating, but I think he keeps looking at you y/n." The other observed.
You became tense when it was proved after making an eye contact with Albedo. "Ayo?! He's actually coming near y/n"
He steps forward closer and closer to where you are. Until he's right in front of you. You were too speechless, wondering why he would approach you when you two are not entirely close.
"May I borrow a fraction of your time?" He immediately asks of you. Your friends gave you an elbow, seemingly excited over this moment. "Sure, I don't mind" You reply, smiling at him.
He also gave a satisfied smile. "Well then, please meet me at the art room after every class." You nod and he heads off, giving you a slight wave.
You can't keep up with what just happened but you and your friends are thrilled for sure. Maybe starting now, things will get interesting.
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The afternoon's sun shone through every windows of the campus' corridors. You bask into that warmth as you make your way to the art room. Taking a deep breath, you slide open the door as you arrive, revealing Albedo behind a medium easel.
Even he, was affected by the sun's gaze, looking like he's shining brightly. Ironic that he's also doing something that he's passionate about.
"I'm glad you came y/n. Please take a seat." He says and you obediently did as told. You don't have any knowledge as to why he asked to meet up. Thus, you were curious and eventually asked. "So, why did you call me here?"
He gave a momentary hum, also dropping the paintbrush and replies. "If you do not mind, I'd like to sketch you. You would be my muse in this case, it's for the art club project you see"
"I would've asked you this but I don't want any unnecessary attention given that there were a lot of people. So I apologize.." He continues, his palms rubbing his nape.
You gave it a thought, even though it was for a second. Why not? "Sure, I don't mind at all. Buut.. won't other people see that you drew me? Also, why choose me?"
You thought that this question would probably make you annoying but your curiosity ruled over. It must be satisfied. Albedo smiled, he doesn't seem too bothered at all.
"If so, then any attacks would be preventable this time. Also, our instructor said to choose any person to our liking. Secondly, Once I set my eyes on someone, I can never take them off nor let them slip. That's why.. I'm strongly dedicated to have you as my muse." He explained.
You nodded as you understood now. "Are you sure it's not because you like me of some sorts?" These words spilled out as a tease. But to Albedo, it seems that he took your words too seriously, thus him turning awkward. Fidgety hands, a flustered face.
"It was a joke, sorry" you apologized, feeling regretful. He cleared his throat to fix his composure. "Ah well, let's start now.. shall we?"
The atmosphere became comfortable again after a while. He instructed you to do the pose he had in mind. It was simple, thus, you were able to keep up immediately. After everything's set, he started sketching.
The whole room was quiet. Only the chirping birds, the etch of a pencil and your heartbeat are amongst the ones that are audible.
Your gaze had to be straight, body essentially frozen as you look at the artist infront of you. You never realized how elegant and charming he is up close. Sure, you may see him occasionally around the campus but what you're seeing right now can never compare to that.
As you're admiring his soft features, he looks up from the canvas to observe you. That resulted to an accidental eye contact. You tried to look away quickly but remembering not to tilt your head. Your heart skips a beat. He was actually affected too, his ears were red as if it was snowing.
You became conscious the whole time. Preventing yourself from directly staring at him. It went like that until Albedo's eventually finished.
"We're all done y/n" he announced while compiling the pencils and paintbrushes he used. You jumped from your seat and stride towards the finished painting.
You gasped.
It was breathtaking, marvelous. You'd throw almost every compliment into the piece.
You weren't an art connoisseur but you wanted to tell the whole world how this was the most beautiful painting you've ever seen. "Do you like it?" He asks, looking at it beside you. You turned to face him. "I knew you were good from what people say but I didn't expect you to be this amazing !"
He chuckles at your compliment, appreciating your every single utter of word.
"This is what my vision perceives, you should compliment yourself. You are one ethereal being after all."
The more you stay, you can feel your heart wanting to jump out of its confines. You decided that maybe it's best to leave for now before you collapse.
"Anyways.. I had fun being your muse.. I.. shall go home now before it gets too late" you bid. He nods. "You're right, the sun is starting to set and I don't want your parents to worry further."
You two shared another momentary silence before saying your final goodbyes for the day. Your back faces him as you plan to exit.
"Wait, Y/n !"
You halt to face him again. He runs to you and takes your hand gently. Before having the opportunity to react, he kisses your hand as if saying a polite goodbye.
"Thank you for today Y/n.. I appreciate you for agreeing. I shall treat you to a meal soon so please don't be surprised if I suddenly appear to invite you"
"Alright, I'll take a note of that"
You both shared your most genuine smile before waving. You finally went on your way. Your walks became slow as you're pondering about how you can't get over every second of this afternoon.
'I don't have particular feelings for him but with this, maybe I'm starting to. I wonder what will happen next?'
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Heyy I actually like this 😳😳 A part of it got deleted so I had to redo but it was worth it since I fixed some things<3
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ragnvdnir · 2 years
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THE 1 — a pantalone filo smau
if one thing had been different,
would everything be different today?
SYNOPSIS — after getting divorced to your now ex-husband, diluc ragnvindr, you stumble upon a reunion of your highschool batch where you saw pantalone who was your highschool sweetheart, your almost something, and your ex-friend. what would you do now that you met him after years of not seeing each other? what if some things resurfaced like the discontinued highschool romance?
PAIRINGS — pantalone x fem!reader
INCLUDES — mutual pining, cursing, crack, second chances, slowburn (not really), highschool friends to lovers, lots of taylor swift refences
NOTES — would you believe me if i told you that this was inspired from the rp of my moots that we did dc? i love the concept/trope so i decided to write it. kudos to my moots who are part of the raiden family especially sevyn and ate sam who played one of the biggest parts in the rp where this smau was inspired! the impromptu rp was so so fun. this one is for the failed lovestory of pantein (pantalone x ein) lol. but i mostly wrote this for entertainment only. enjoooyyy ;))
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NAVIGATION
[ ✧ means it's narration ]
profiles — camp sawi / hindi pinili / kamisato germs
01 ⌇ we were happy
02 ⌇ don't blame me
03 ⌇ i knew you were trouble
04 ⌇ you need to calm down
bonus ⌇ the reply of miss highschool sweetheart
05 ⌇ message in a bottle
06 ⌇ everything has changed ✧
07 ⌇ tba
08 ⌇ tba
09 ⌇ tba
10 ⌇ tba
... tba
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© kazu-topia, 2022. do not copy, repost, take heavy inspiration or translate my works.
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dragonqueenofice · 2 years
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Prompt 8 with Diluc.🥺
"I'm Sorry" Kiss - Diluc
Notes: I started writing this at like 10 pm and I have no clue if this gets finished tonight or weeks from now! Y/n is enby
Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, egregious amounts of physical affection
Valentine's Day Writing Event (Closed)
Word count: 700
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Diluc is a busy man. He's always spent some time with you, it's hard not to when you sleep in the same bed, but even that time with him has been taken from you by his desk. Angel's Share has been getting more business as of late, people from other nations and contact from other business, the rumor of a "spectacular bard clad in green" has been causing more guests, and Diluc has to file mountains upon mountains of paperwork. Is this an exaggeration? Slightly. But it felt like mountains to you. And on top of all of that, the abyss seems to have a plot running in the shadows causing the Darknight Hero to spend more time away from his beloved . How annoying!
It feels wrong in some way to wake up to an empty bed, devoid of any comforting presence. Walking though the Dawn Winery something feels off to not see your darling Diluc, turning around to face you with a startled expression that shifts into the sweetest smile. But alas, business is important. There would be no Dawn Winery to walk around if Diluc's diligent management didn't keep everything in order so, you must hold your grievances to yourself! Ah but it wouldn't be too awful to let yourself into dear old Diluc's office just to, see him again? Diluc is so far away and yet still so close.
Your legs defying you, you find yourself at the door of Diluc's office. Wait, how did you get here again? Oh well, you must have traveled here while lost in thought. It's been so very long since Diluc near locked himself in that awful room, only a few of his maids have walked in there and witnessed his worsening state. Everyone in the manor was worried about Diluc's health, well everyone but Diluc himself. He didn't seem to work himself to a pulp and- you're lost in thought again. You realized that as your thoughts trailed off so did your eyes, and you are now starring at a window. Outside was the night sky, night? The day's already gone by and you have yet to catch a glimpse of your darling!
You turned back around to the door and reached for the doorknob and, just moments before you made contact you changed your mind and knocked on the door. You opened the door a bit, just enough to get a small look at the room. There was no light in the room save for one candle about to give up, despite the dark you could tell the floor was perfectly clean, but the desk had papers scattered about. You opened the door more and took a step into the room. You could hardly make out Diluc's figure, slumped over his desk. You walked to the desk and lightly knocked on it, "Diluc?" You nearly whispered. Diluc jumped awake, disoriented for a moment before noticing the papers and moving to organize them. "Diluc." You said again, this time more authoritative. He quickly looked over at you, his surprised look quickly being overtaken by one of pure love. Then, he paused to think.
"Y/n, I'm not saying I'm upset at the chance to see your face, archons you are a sight for sore eyes, but shouldn't you be asleep by now?" Diluc said, standing up and reaching out a hand to cup your face
You almost melted into his touch, "I thought it's been too long since I last saw you. I came to drag you to bed," You giggled slightly, and removed his hand from your face to instead hold hands.
Diluc hummed slightly in agreement, "It has been to long," he moved his free hand behind your head and pulled you closer to him for a forehead kiss, "I'm sorry if you felt neglected," and other kiss, this time to the lips, "I didn't mean to make you feel alone, but work has a knack at getting in the way of things," another kiss, "I love you alot, and don't forget about that okay darling?"
I just keep on writing characters married to y/n and being the biggest simps like, why does that keep happening? They always just end up being the biggest simps why? Also, while writing the opening monologue I suddenly had the image of Diluc killing an abyss mage and going, "man I miss my spouse" while sitting on it's corpse, claymore in hand. So anyways have a good day and don't die! -Dragon Queen
You fell asleep much faster with the comforting presence of Diluc there, and you weren't dreading waking up to an empty bed yet again. Finally, normal's back, or at least your brand of normal. There's a bit of a limit when the norm is your winery-owner husband going out for late night crime fighting sprees but, that doesn't quite matter now.
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pen-observing · 2 years
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i realize...
synopsis: with the limited time ayato and you have left to spare in mondstadt, you know that there are things on which your mind and heart have to come to an agreement about.
part ix of my ayato series titled ‘reinvention’. word count: 3.5k warnings: none. 
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the morning after seemed a true respite from the overflowing emotions that overtook you. never had the bed covers felt softer, never had you woken up feeling that their very scent was calming – and never were you glad to feel empty.
not the desperate and insufferable kind of empty. if anything, you saw that emptiness the same way an inspired artist sees a blank piece of paper. true respite. true calm. reminders of how tranquillity works and the ebbs and flows it leaps around.
you spent the night crying in ayato’s arms. that much you remember clearly. some things you remember better than others. his worried face, for one, you remember. his eyes. the fact that they expressed all of his emotions towards your state, so much so, that there was no need to verbalize questions at all.
‘i am worried about you’ - was expressed in his gentle hold. ‘you will be okay, i truly believe that.’  - existed in his soft fingertips as they brushed off tears. ‘i will help you.’ - lived in the glass of water he made sure you would occasionally take sips of. ‘i do not see you as someone to blame.’ in the way he gently laid you down on the bed. and perhaps his strongest sentiment:  ‘i am glad you are here with me.’ – in the way he held you close and gently played with your hair so that the dreamland would not be scary.
you do not remember for how long the tears fell for but you remember sharing his strongest sentiment. you were glad you came into his room. glad you did not run off to  kaeya’s embrace instead even if that thought occasionally flashed and disguised itself as a true idea.
it seemed like a meltdown on your part, so waking up and seeing a note on the pillow next to you, instead of ayato’s eyes on you again; also felt like a respite from it all. the note, written in delicate pen work, made you smile.
‘i have left two glasses of water on the table. be careful when you wake up. i’ve also told thoma not to disturb you but the two of you should have breakfast together. i am incredibly sorry that i cannot be there when you wake up. i wanted to, but my next business partner, diluc ragnivir who i am assuming is more familiar to you than me, personally came to escort me to his manor.
i will be back before you know it. the sooner that i put an end to these talks the sooner you can give me a better tour of the city.  i want to see which places meant a lot to you when you were younger.
please, do not skip breakfast by any means.’
you were starting to think that ayato always manages to say a few words which somehow bring comfort.  is he aware of that?
regardless, after getting up carefully and taking a few sips from the glass, you did as ayato suggested. this was a simple way to repay all the worrying he managed to express both wordlessly last night; and in between words on a simple piece of paper this morning.
the breakfast with thoma was a quiet one but neither of you felt uncomfortable. if anything, you could feel that ayato had instructed him to take care of you. but also, you knew that thoma was a close friend, he would have done the same even without ayato’s instruction.
that is why you know how genuine his words are when they ask you: “would you like to go to the fountain with me?”
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the mondstadt fountain at the plaza is one of those places that seem so ordinary as you grow but it is actually one of those you miss if you ever depart for another town. thoma and you both know that so his suggestion becomes even more meaningful.
sitting here, like these are just simple stairs, a few drops of water touching your back – reminds you both of childhood. maybe thoma and you did not play together, or if you did it was so brief both of you grew to forget it but – doing this exact thing was a tradition among all kids. playing, running, hiding and then sitting down here before someone eventually tried to push you in. watching the coins shimmer and get distorted and competing on who can collect more before elders chase you off while making wishes yourself.
and as you sit here with thoma, you remember it all. this fountain truly made you believe in miracles. many times did you watch people cry alone while throwing the coin and letting fate and hope hold onto their biggest wishes; many times did you see those people return and cry again but with tears that made you glad; sometimes they even returned with the loved ones their lips mentioned in whispers.
and when you remember it all – you think that you know why thoma brought you here specifically.
“thoma?” “yes?” “i know why you brought me here.”
instead of looking at you, thoma looks straight at the main gate.
“i suppose it was time to finally bring it up, huh?” “i suppose… i am aware that ayato probably told you something.”
and thoma is still sure you do not know half of the things ayato says to him about you and how tender they sound, but he still nods.
“he told me, briefly, about what happened yesterday.” thoma’s eyes are still locked onto the gate. you know that he is thinking of how brief this trip truly is. you wonder if he will outwardly state it.
“i thought that you would like to be here, i mean.” is what thoma says instead. “why?” “why not throw a coin like when you were little? why not let fate help you?”
thoma’s suggestion comes from the endless goodness of his gentle heart. but people throw those coins when they have a clear vision of what they want, they throw those coins when they have no choices but to rely on anything else. you would feel defeated if you did that.
entrusting things to fate and trusting that this fountain really gives miracles is one thing. but, throwing a coin instead of relying on yourself seems like a cowardly move. seems like a humiliation to all this time that has passed and all that you have experienced. It would undo all growth.
instead of taking the coin thoma holds out towards you, you close his palm around it instead.
“i do not need to wish for this to be resolved, thoma. i believe that i can do it myself.”
thoma takes notice of your conviction. as a true friend, he trusts you and he trusts that you are capable to work this out. ayato also told him to give you freedom when it is necessary, true care entails it.
he puts the coin back into his pocket.
“well, i suppose i should leave you alone now while you think. maybe i should go and see if they are selling any special flowers for windblume this year.”
when thoma departs, leaving you alone, he does it with a smile. he does not know what conclusion you will come to, or even if you will come to any at all, but he knows that such things are fine too. just thinking is enough sometimes.
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and really, you do believe that you can do it yourself. because you must. the current situation has to do with your emotions, your memories and your hopes. another person cannot feel what you do, another human cannot walk inside the memory doors and see all the details that made someone special; another person cannot hold the same hopes as you.
it is not a matter of being egotistical, it is a matter of responsibility. you must have ownership over your own actions and the sooner you clear this up to yourself, the easier and the better it is for everyone.
but clear what up exactly? the question of who you love? your own manners towards this city? people in it? clear up the way you heart beats when you think and remember? crystallise which memories are more important than others?
all you know, is that you feel. about what, towards who and how; are all things that intertwine and constantly merge. you need to clear up the very reasons for those feelings; and the two men that cannot be separated from them no matter how hard you may try.
but, the fountain has always been a place of hoping to you. it is not a place where you should sit and think. the statue in front of the church is. that’s place you came to every time kaeya and you would have a silly argument. and it is also the place you came to after he betrayed your biggest hopes.
as you get up and take a walk towards it; you can’t help but to think that your feelings towards this city are as clear now as they were when you were smaller. you love this city. you love the way people hope and grieve in it. you love how things start and end here; and how despite it all, people are free to do so. people are free to feel and exist as humans here. you are one of them. and as you climb up to sit in the hands on the statue – you can’t help but think that is the most fortunate thing.
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you are allowed to sit here for hours and try to find methodology in madness. the hands holding you up will not go anywhere, and while the time passes – it does so as a friend meant to help. never an enemy. you can see that now.
the first step would be to thank time for being wonderous enough and kind enough to allow you an opportunity to see things more clearly. to feel them too. time sometimes means distance itself but it is not malice or wickedness that you were away from this place for months.
it was a gift time bestowed upon you. then, first step is naturally followed by the next.
now that you gave your thanks, it is easier to breathe; because you are not cursing time for taking something away; you are being grateful that it gave you more chances. it is a catharsis. so, getting to the second step starts to become easier.
to find some methodology; you need to connect it to time. what is your past? what is your present? and what will be your future?
your past lies where kaeya is. that is undeniable. your present is this moment right now, swinging your legs back and forth with much on your mind while ayato is visiting diluc. you smile thinking if he will ever guess how close diluc and kaeya once were. it’s been a while but you know that if he asks about the ugly vase – there is a chance. Ugh, here you are, thinking about your past while wondering about your present. if you were less mature and didn’t know that is just how human minds work – you’d get upset and mad.
but, others gave you kindness and you need to extend it towards yourself. still, what is your future? better yet; who is your future?
the emotional and the rational grow into one another again, and you cannot separate them. that means, step number three is upon you.
how do you simplify it all?
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you simplify it by taking parts of it away. not to break them or throw them out; but to hold them in between your very hands and carefully look them over one by one.
and while that could be difficult, it proves to be quite easy for you. because the second that you think it – you see kaeya descending the stairs of the headquarters. he is far enough, he is at a distance, he is your past and he probably won’t notice you. the rhythm of his steps is the same one he had when you walked together. it has not changed at all. now that you think of it, has kaeya ever changed it? you remember that you would always slightly pick up your stride while he seemed to be walking with a distant goal held at the very end of the horizon.
that is why you are so used to it. used to seeing him like that. you are used to seeing kaeya in front of you, rarely next to you. your past self remembers such things much more than you do right now. is it really possible that it only shows itself clearly now? how strong were your emotions to not take notice of it while it was happening?
maybe the reason you are able to notice it now is the very distance? seeing it quite clearly, through emotions that seemed to be washed away like shells, puts things into perspective.
you are in the present. if emotions were swept away by waters on both sides; why does it seem like kaeya is standing still in time? his voice, his pace, his steps, his hands, his eyes, his words, his whole existence is the same it was months ago. and, somehow it makes you sad. has he not moved from the spot at all since you’ve left? should it be a flattery or a reason to never speak to him again? kaeya, despite it all, deserved to continue growing in your mind. you shouldn’t be the reason he stays the same. what if his feelings did not change?
you are starting to overthink it all again. simplify. hold things in your hand and examine them.
yes, imagine holding your memories and your past with kaeya inside of your palms. what do they look like? what kind of memories are there? can you reach inside and see?
and, as you imagine doing so – reaching to grasp them – you realize that those are memories of distance. they are not true; rather, they are ghosts that live on. and, these ghosts, while incredibly beautiful until the moment they shattered; cannot clearly be seen or felt anymore.
‘it was’ and ‘it makes a difference right now’ are two completely different sides to how one can view things. and this makes you realize that while kaeya has not changed – you have. kaeya did not ask for forgiveness but before; you wanted him to and you wanted to know why he said no. now, however, you feel okay with not knowing. because it would make no difference to you.
maybe it sounds cold but..you remember kaeya being the same way. cold hearts sometimes bring peace. before, kaeya was the name on your lips and the central image of your thoughts. now, you don’t think you could actually call out to him. all you could do is give him some advice.
your very own feelings about him are clear after simplifying it all.
Instead of calling out his name, you would tell kaeya to let you go. even if all this time it seemed like he had done so – when he told you no, when he betrayed your hopes and plans for the future – kaeya kept holding onto you. in his own way. and, you are afraid that he needs to hear it clearly now. he needs to know how that betrayal can never be fixed or repaired – his name will never fall from your lips in the ways it once has.
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and as soon as you realize that, you also notice how paradoxical life truly is.
on your first meeting, ayato had already solidified himself as something greater and grander than you expected him to. no matter how badly you wanted to hide the scar – he took notice of it and did not shy away from being direct. now, you realize you needed exactly that.
you told him not to look for the traces of kaeya, not to question things deeper, but he did. maybe it was because your words and your heart were saying two different things and he knew that; but deep down, it was the first step of healing. ayato kamisato to you has been the night which shines. the kind of night that falls over a town quietly and makes you realize that healing is a process. his words sometimes opened up old wounds made by others, but, those of us who vow never to love again, or give a chance again, only make liars out of honest people.
ayato never wanted that for you. ayato, something you also realize now, did not only care for you because of his clan’s obligations and expectations. in giving you freedom, he gave you space to leave even him if you so wanted to – he just wanted your wounds not to hurt anymore.
he would use words to remind you where those wounds were placed because he wanted you to carefully go over them; he did not want you to lie to yourself. it was his way of pacifying it all, making it heal.
despite closing yourself off, he managed to find a way in. managed to reach inside; and he did not take advantage of it. ayato held you warmly, with patience; he consoled you and your scars. his kisses were gentle and you can still feel the warmth on your forehead from the night you had a fever. the afterimage of that whole trip is ayato’s face. he has always been on your side. for a while, it felt like you locked yourself inside of a small room without any light. pretending is never the same as actually being. and ayato being who he is; the night with the full moon – did not lose patience or hope for you, instead his hands would reach out until you were ready to take them. they would send dandelions to the winds for you, even when you refused to actually take hold of them. ayato healed your memories too, he healed the perspective you had of them. some things should not be forgotten, he once said.
and now, you cannot forget things connected to him. how hard was that for ayato actually? to stand next to you with overflowing patience and understanding while you kept telling him to leave? kept avoiding him? yes, your relationship changed without you even realizing it, but, it changed so slowly that you are sure ayato felt overwhelmed too.
all you can do right now, after realizing the paradoxes, is feel extremely thankful to the point of tears. the same kind of tears that made you glad as a child. at this moment, you were reuniting with your past self but also the future one. you became more honest, and got rewarded for it. how can one person reinvent themselves without knowing that change is gradual?
ayato’s kindness and patience, no, ayato’s love – there is nothing else to call it by – was strong and beautiful. he loved you consistently and that was a surprise. but, to think that it took you coming back here, seeing the ghosts of your past self, and crying one whole night just to recognize the biggest truth of them all? how silly of you.
how is it that everyone else seemed to know? how silly is it that you felt it before you could verbalize it?
nobody else could love you like ayato does.
and with that comes another realization.
the reason you did not notice these gradual changes; did not notice why you longed and yearned so much while watching ayato say a temporary goodbye to those that came to see him off was the same as the reason you wanted to know more about him, his poetry and soul and heart. it was love.
maybe you are unsure of where it started but it is something that you can no longer deny.
you love ayato kamisato. unequivocally so.
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but it seems like even these realizations cannot be left alone.
“you’ve been sitting on this statue for a while now. don’t you think it’s rude to just hog it all up like that?” “really? those are the first words that come out of your mouth, bard? ”
you scoot over so that venti can sit down next to you.
“i’ve missed you, yes, but that’s no excuse for your behaviour.”
both of you laugh.
its funny. you started this day with thoma and are ending it with venti. two of your closest friends get to witness both the questioning and the resolution.
“it seems like you finally know the answer to what i asked you before you left.” “i just thought of it now actually.”
before you left venti asked if stories and wounds of the past continue to persist into the future.
“would you be so kind to share the answer? or are you going to be selfish and keep it to yourself?” “well, my friend, if your first words were ‘i missed you’ and not ‘get off this statue’ i might have given you the answer.” “we both know i didn’t say that.”
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a/n: we only have on chapter left....feels surreal. how are you feeling besties?? if you have any questions or want clarifications just ask me about them. ayato is still on my mind what did you think i would drop him just cus the new male character has beauty marks under his eye???  if u were rooting for kaeya.,,,, sorry besties from me, a kaeya main.
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oh-mapletofu · 2 years
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.・゜-: ✧ :-  𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐬. with my sisters suzu & suu.
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alatuslvr · 2 years
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Genshin voiceline
Character - Albedo/Reader
Note - y'all really like my Genshin voiceline, so here's another one for ma boy Albedo before I go hiatus for a month (・–・;)ゞ
Tags - gn!reader, mutual pining is fun, fluff, crack?, Reader being a simp on Albedo because why not? AREN'T WE ALL??? Hinted spoiler at Reader about Albedo backstory but nothing too major or minor
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About Reader.
Albedo: "About [name]? What about..them? Ah. You mean by my opinions on them. Hm.. to be precisely, I find them very... Interesting. Everyday. They always have a great ideas to be told, their imagination often helping me with alchemy. To be fair.. their 'deduction' about certain things always go perfect. [Name] is the best person you could ever have. Although, don't expect them to keep some secret, they good at it, but whenever they get excited at certain things, [Name] found themselves often ramblings, not that I'm complaining about... Oh, forget about that."
About Albedo.
[Name]: "Albedo? And... My opinions about him..? Well...! I think he looks beautiful! More beautiful than MYSELF!! Just look at him!! A-ah! Sorry... Ahem! Right, back to the topic. Albedo, he's a kind person! He tends to isolate himself in dragonspine, I don't know why but.. he did tell me about how he hated there, because I'm watching everything happens.. sorry that I made the air a bit unbearable.."
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aeferkssr · 2 years
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i'm thinking about embarassed aether... i'm thinking about a really red and blushy aether... im thinking about a cherry red aether looking down and twindling his fingers because he doesnt wanna meet your eye aether...
im thinking of aether being embarrased to the point where he starts to let some of his elemental power slip...
im thinking of anemo aether who suddenly creates a gust of wind when flushed, not enough to blow you away but strong enough for it to ruffle up your hair. the sight of his lover with messed up hair on his own accord making him smile. you on the other hand - definitely surprised from the sudden gust of wind - reaches to ruffle his hair back in retaliation. he chuckled and you followed, as the both of you try to smooth down each other's hair...
im thinking of geo aether going so red to the point of him vibrating. you noticed that he was shaking since you were gently holding his cheeks so you worriedly asked if he was doing okay. stuttering, he said he was fine but his voice was shaking as well (like how your voice would sound if you spoke into a fan). you were still a bit worried that he was visibly shaking until you expressed your worry. you started to peice together that this was due to embarrassment when two heart-like structures erupted from the ground behind aether. your worry was instantly replaced with joy, as you couldn't help but giggle at your embarrassed boyfriend...
im thinking of electro aether generating small electric shocks as he hides his face in embarrassment. since you were relatively close to the boy, you had to dress bac to prevent yourself from being shocked. he noticed this and tried to gain back control of his newfound element which he did butever since then there has always been some discharge at times. for example: his kisses are electrifying. no really, sometimes when you kiss him you can feel your lips tingle when you two part. its not an unpleasant feeling nor does it hurt, its just something noteworthy and something you think about a lot...
thinking about how dendro aether would be super cute! when flustered, little sprouts a flowers grow from his body and if hes standing on grass the ground starts to blossom as well. different colours and types of flowers would grow and the amount would vary on how embarassed he is. if he's just a bit sheepish a single sprout would grow on his head as heshys away from your gaze. if he's full on embarrassed, a whole garden of flowers may grow! the perfect amount for you to weave them into a flower crown and place it on his head, hereby declaring him as the prince of your heart. this action, of course, leading to more flowers to grow, maybe even twice the amount as before! no matter, at least you'll have some more to make for yourself and paimon...
i just... sigh... aether ♡
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astarriscus · 2 years
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❀ : ❝ . . . SOFT IS THE BREEZE THAT CAN SET A PETAL FREE — ❞
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ft. kaedehara kazuha x gender neutral reader, no pronouns used. angst (prose...?). warnings : implied character death (up to your interpretation), themes of letting go/mourning/remembrance ?
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the winds have changed along with the seasons, and the morning dew bespeaks of something almost forgotten, yet never truly let go of.
perhaps it is in the way you clench your hand tightly, feeling as though something irreplaceable has gone missing—the breeze passes through the holes in your fist, leaving you with a feeling of longing and emptiness.
spring has come again. the flowers bloom and the sky is clear, especially this day, yet the memories of your beloved, of your kazuha, refuse to disappear. maybe, it is because the hold of his slender fingers in yours still lingers, even after what seems like eons later (the vices of a love fated to be ephemeral, like everything in life.)
how does one uphold remembrance? in the tear stained pages of torn pages, thrown away? in following the traces across your lips to the middle of your chest—your heart—cupid's deviltry, despite the white wings on his back?
"a flower—i promise you, when i return." kazuha vowed, holding your hands with his own in a field of serenity and solemnity both, the apologetic smile not leaving (his touch gentle, his voice warm, and he, kazuha, soft as the breeze that flows through all four seasons, a presence maybe not even the gods could bear to take away, though nothing is ever truly set in stone).
——— ( rest utc, click the keep reading to read the rest !! )
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❝ — AND YET, 'TIS THE STORM THAT DOTH SEE THE PETAL SOAR . . . ❞
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"if you love me, then let me go." a promise to be together, eternally like the neverending storms—broken so quickly like the trampling of leaves in autumn and the would-be beautiful plants that fail to be borne in spring. what was it all for, then?
"remember me. remember us." a final wish and request, perhaps.
brightest spring comes from the darkest of winters, and although the painful smile on his face as he bids you farewell forever might leave its mark never to go, maybe the memory of his soft laugh shall remain with it as well, at least.
those halcyon days are before you, now. all that remains are the pieces of a broken yet healing soul and heart. perhaps from then on, he would be able to soar as high as he had wished to—to soar the heavens beyond the clouds, across the lands, seas, mountains. gone, yet remnants of him, of kazuha, forever remain in the breeze that sets the petals flying away, lost yet free at the same time.
(what does one do with a love lost to time that is never forgotten in the clashing storms and the silent breezes both?)
you let him go. you let kazuha, the wandering soul that yet always found solace in your comfort, go away with the wind, his words that were like honey yet always rung true lost in the breeze of last spring, even after so long as passed.
that promised flower never came—or perhaps now it actually had, as they bloom again this time of year (continuing the eternal cycle of birth).
life bespeaks of both joy and sorrow, and you can only hope the holder of your heart (even now) holds on to both, for such is the way of life. you wish that wherever he may be now, the winds (however soft or stormy) shall be there to guide him and you both, petals free and soaring caught up in the storm that is the existence of love, though one you will never regret (no matter how much time may have passed since then).
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— © astarriscus. please do not plagarize, steal, copy, repost, edit, translate, heavily reference, or profit from any of my works in any way !! . . . taglist ; @tofuthoma @noxtivagus @kdaehara @ajaxophobia @myjulie
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miss-lovesick · 2 years
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It may not seem like it, but the words “I love you” mean so much to them. Praise and compliments galore! They’re the perfect example of how actions might not speak louder than words. They’ll shower you with adoring words that’ll never fail to make your heart flutter. Watch your mouth during arguments with them, insults hurt much harder when it comes to them.
- ITTO, yanfei, XINYAN, venti, childe, KOKOMI, EI, mona, ganyu
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ganyuslily · 2 years
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WHISPERED PROMISES.
love, oh love. it works in many mysterious ways, but really, does it have to hurt so much?
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k. ayato, k. kazuha, dainsleif x gn!reader (separate). side ayaka x gn!reader in ayato’s.
bittersweet. in general noble!au; fallen noble!au in kazuha’s specifically; bodyguard!au for dain’s. i enjoy this trope (read; noble) quite a lot actually
note: if you’d let me give u pinky promise kisses then i wouldn’t have to scream your name atop of every roof in the city of my hearttttt
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K. AYATO — CYPRESSUS CUSTOS.
kamisato ayato never thought that he’d be anything but first.
he is the head of the kamisato clan, the most wanted and eligible man in the whole of inazuma — and yet, even though he has thousands at his feet, he wants no one else than you.
but, even though he wants you (and perhaps, the small conversations and time spent drinking tea together tells him you want him too), at the end of the day, he is a rational man. and precisely because he is a rational man and the head of the clan, it’s needs come first and before his own.
they’re powerful, his advisors whisper, but not powerful enough. (not powerful enough for him.) perhaps, we should arrange a wedding between them and the young lady. we could use their influence — but you need someone far more influential than them on your side.
he agrees — naturally he does. he is a rational man, after all. ayaka is good; better than he ever was or will be. she deserves you, far more than he does.
at the end of the day, it turns out he’s powerless, in a way; his influence limited and his hands tied behind his back. you are betrothed to another — to his own sister, for god’s sake, — to which he agreed himself. and so kamisato ayato comes second for the first time in his life.
it’s a bitter feeling.
K. KAZUHA — ACER PALMATUM.
you were supposed to get married.
“in comparison to me, you still do have a reputation to keep, dove.”
the art of pretending comes to kazuha quite easily. it always did, to be honest; to pretend to care on all the meetings, to pretend to care for all the rules, to pretend to care for the meaningless small talk. he’s mastered the art of it by now — so tell him, why does his heart hurt when pain flashes through your face?
it was always him and you, you and him. you were inseparable since you were kids — not that you knew it was but a simple plan on your parents’ part to make your future wedding much easier. and it was all going so well, so well, until the kaedehara clan lost it all. in a blink of an eye, kazuha was no one and the engagement was called off immediately.
“will i ever see you again?” you ask, voice just above a whisper, toying with the ring he gave you when the both of you were fifteen.
“naturally.”
he lies to you for the first and the last time.
DAINSLEIF — THE TWILIGHT SWORD.
this is perhaps one of many curses that dainsleif bears with him in his heart — to watch the one he loves be so close but so far out of his reach at the same time.
he is not supposed to be the one to gift you flowers; he is not the one supposed to see your smile; he is not the one that is supposed to hold your hands and he is definitely not the one that is supposed to have the right to love you.
and yet, he still does all of those things. quietly. gently. shyly. in a way only he can — in a way only the closest bodyguard of yours can. in a way only dainsleif can.
because, that’s what he wants to feel like — only dainsleif, no one more and no one less. because with you, it finally feels enough. his heart does not ache as much as it usually does and the sword feels lighter in his hand.
yet it is not enough. because at the end of the day, he is the twilight sword and you are one of the khaenri’ah royal family’s heirs.
he would never be enough. not in this lifetime, at least.
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zephestia · 2 years
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catastrophe — straight As.
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you were a college freshman who just moved into your dormitory. as it happens, you accidentally caught sight of your not-so-slick neighbor from the room across yours snuck in a cat. being the good person that you are, you didn't confront him nor did you snitch on him. well, that was until you got the chance to use that information against him. not so good anymore, are we?
masterlist | inazumans + beidou | taglist
you, xiao, ganyu, and yanfei are childhood best friends. the four of you live in the same neighborhood, and quite literally grew up together.
liyue university is known for creating top businessmen around the world of teyvat, and diluc was sent by his father to study there.
believe it or not, xiao's twitter account is already six years old. he's just a private person both on and off social media.
note. not to be that person... but do you get the joke in diluc's twitter profile? please say you do 🙏🏻
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