#mod alice 🦋
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um! if it's not much trouble, can i request mona, jean and keqing coming back home from a tiring day at work to be welcomed by their s/o and their child(ren?) having made dinner for them? er, you can ignore this request if it's too troublesome right now
Only heaven.
synopsis: they come home from a busy day, but luckily you are there to welcome them.
character(s): mona, jean, keqing. (separate)
warning(s): mentions of marriage and kids, not beta read.
note(s): female reader, you have children, not beta read.
i haven’t written in a while + i’ve never written mona or keqing before, but i hope this is what you wanted! :]
⎯⎯mod alice 🦋
MONA MEGISTUS
With hunger comes a stomach ache, or a headache, or both.
All were not unfamiliar to the astrologist. After all, when Mona spent all her mora on expensive books and scrolls, food was at the bottom of her list of priorities.
She sighed as she flipped through the pages of a very-lengthy book she picked up today from an Akademiya scholar. All her savings practically went into this, for her master had given her a deadline for this particular project. And when that’s over, it’s back to working for more funds.
Oh, how she wishes she could be in the Akademiya sometimes. Maybe they could find some of her research.
But that was impossible. She couldn’t just move, not when things are a little too perfect here in Mondstadt.
It’s where she met you, after all—and even settled down with you. Plus, it’s not like she’d want to give her son the hassle of moving around to a whole new nation. The forest is so struck with kids and studying…
In addition, you seem contented.
So contented, in fact, that Mona always felt guilty. She didn’t want to show her face to you most of the time, because what kind of wife just spends most of her finances on books and astrology equipment instead of living funds?
It wasn’t completely her own fault since these were orders from her master, after all—but it still ate at her guilt. She was a master astrologist, but not a master wife or mother, it seemed.
Mona tiptoed home late today. She was exhausted, yes, though she couldn’t deny that a large part of her energy was spent worrying about you. She would walk in while you and her son were already sleeping, and then she’d quickly stuff the book in her shelf and head to bed with you.
But instead of such a plan…
You were already right there to greet her at the door.
“Oh, is that for a new assignment?” you questioned quite interestedly as you pointed at the heavy book your wife carried. “I’ll bring it to your desk—you head to the kitchen!” And before Mona could even greet you back, you were already pacing down the hall.
Stepping into the kitchen sent her into an even greater state of shock, for her son stood there on a stool over the stove, cooking away.
“Wah—!” he yelped when he saw her walk in. “Mom, you can’t look yet! It’s not done!” While the act was endearing, Mona could tell it was her favorite food from just the smell alone.
“He won’t let anyone in there,” you sighed from beside her, seeming to come back from her desk. But a smile still rested on your face, even when you shook your head. “He said that he wanted to surprise you.”
“Well I am very surprised,” Mona huffed out. “You didn’t have to spend too much on this, right? I can c—”
“Pssh, don’t worry about that, my love, we’re fine,” you laughed. “For now, let’s all just eat as a family together, okay? Our little one’s been practicing his cooking skills whenever you’re out.”
Mona couldn’t quite place why fate had been so kind to her.
JEAN GUNNHILDR
You are her cherished wine, of course.
Like the breathily breeze swirled into one bottle of Thousand-Wind Wine, you were a unique delicacy to her—one in which was a sacred delight to her life.
But the Acting Grandmaster does not have wine often. And similarly, she does not see you often, either.
She is almost like a prisoner, chained to the duties of Mondstadt that she alone chose to handle. It was a commitment she almost regretted every time she saw you holding your daughter by the cold window, her little hands waving goodbye as Jean sets off early in the morning for another long day at the headquarters.
And every day, by the time Jean gets home, it is too late in the night for either of you to still be awake.
She sighs into the cold air, breath fogging like it does so every other night. The streets of Mondstadt are empty at this hour, and the breeze is cold enough to make her shiver. By now, every other citizen is safe at home in the warm arms of someone they cherish. Everyone except for her, of course.
Since the moment she married you, she could not allow for such warmth—not when she made it her duty to protect you and the city from ever being cold again.
So when she quietly stepped inside your house…
The smell of fresh baked bread and melted cheese overwhelmed her. It was warm in the house, and the light in the kitchen was still on.
“Not too many, my darling!”
“But mama loves mushrooms on her pizza!”
Your giggles from the countertop made her freeze in place. The sound of her daughter still being awake at this hour completely caught her off guard—and at first, she felt a sense of motherly worry and rush to quickly put her to bed.
But the thought of you and your daughter staying up to make her dinner had her mind and body spiraling.
So much so, that she literally stumbled on a floorboard when she took one step forward.
A gasp, “Mama’s home!”
When Jean looked up, she saw the excited smile of her daughter looking up at her from the light of the kitchen doorway. The happiness on her face was unbearable. Jean felt her heart hurt.
“Hi.” Plastered on her own face was the most awkward of grins; her face flushed in embarrassment as she straightened her back. What made her so nervous in front of her own family like this?
“My love,” you called—and she swore she felt her body melt instantly—“don’t be so tense, now.” Your hands traveled down to plant lovingly atop the shoulders of your daughter, who was gesturing quite excitedly at the kitchen with a dough roller in her hands. “We worked very hard to prepare you dinner, so you’ll come enjoy it with us now, won’t you?”
She could only sigh. And yet, one sight of you and her daughter made her feel an endless warmth she never knew she craved for.
“Thank you both,” she smiled. “We should start before the food gets cold, right?”
KEQING
If you had a say, you’d bargain that she’s at the Jade Chambers a little too often. But whose words could rival Tianqian?
Or, it seemed the Yuheng was not even opposed to it herself, for not even you, her dear wife could get her to stay home. She always had that stern look on her face that meant business. When fuchsia eyes held that certain glare, you were inclined to just keep quiet.
She almost never seemed overworked, which is why you hadn’t bothered before. A tinge of annoyance from work is the most she ever held, though you’d admit that your wife is a rather tough one to read.
Keqing was the same, however. In fact, she was likely even more dense. She paid no mind when she had to travel from the Jade Chambers to areas even outside of the harbor. Food or rest was not even in consideration whenever she told you that she was going to spend time with her friends—for that, too, was also classified as “being busy” to her.
Busy, busy, busy. But she always kept an easy-going smile on her face as she was used to it.
“Keqing.”
The Yuheng turned her head to face the Tianqian.
“Ningguang.”
The lady mused, “Don’t you think it’s rather late?” Her metal nail guard tapped atop the sodden surface of Keqing’s desk, avoiding the litters of papers and pens. “You should be trotting along home now.”
“I don’t take advice from you,” Keqing rolled her eyes. “It’s your fault making the office the same building as your living quarters.”
The Tianqian scoffed for a moment, though she hid a sly smile behind the fabric of her opened fan. “Work away, then,” she waved off with dismissive hand as she sauntered to her private chambers. “Though if it were me, personally, I wouldn’t keep my wife waiting at home.”
Keqing had half a mind to chase after her and shove that fan down her throat.
But she was right. And now Keqing found herself walking along home with an empty stomach and a guilty pit in her chest—or was that the hunger? She doesn’t recall it being this late, but to lie in bed snuggling next to you and the kids sounded like heaven right now.
“I’m homeeee,” she muttered out of practiced tradition. Though it was much quieter today, for she figured everyone was already sleeping.
“Mom is home!”
“Mom!”
In an instant, both her son and daughter were suddenly right there in her arms, and she just barely balanced herself from falling. It was only now that she realized all the lights were still on, and both her kids were very much wide awake.
She looked down at the kids in concern, questioning, “Why are you two doing still up—”
“My loves, you two left the food still frying! It might burn!”
With two collective gasps, both kids rushed back into the kitchen where your voice came from. Keqing took a moment to breathe in the air—the smell of her favorite food cooked by the people she loved the most.
The sounds of you lecturing the kids about cooking was heard from the kitchen before you could even welcome your wife home. And yet, Keqing stood there, watching you talk about cooking shrimp as she herself fell in love with you all over again.
Hm. Maybe she should listen to Ningguang more often.
#mod alice 🦋#keqing x reader#jean gunnhildr#genshin jean x reader#mona megistus x reader#mona x reader#jean x reader#genshin x reader#keqing#jean gunhildr x reader#mona#genshin imagines#genshin fanfic#genshin#genshin headcanons#genshin fluff#keqing x you
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Would the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland (1951) become an Avatar of the Slaughter?
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butterfly themed npt ! 🦋
requested by : @mod-ais-icons
♬ ⋆⁺₊ names :
vivian , vivianna , vada / veda , vera , sara / sarah , sierra , sienna , savannah , gloom , georgia , gaia , kaya , isla , ira , iris , jessie , kelsey , kylee , lindsey / lindsay , lyra , lyric , legacy , leslie , lina , lila , lilac , liliana , lilliale , lilith , misty , moriana , miriam , melody , marley , macy , marcy , darcy , dina , daina / dayna , delia , dahlia , penelope , polly , petunia , alice , angel , angelina
♬ ⋆⁺₊ pronouns :
shy / hyr , hy / hymn , ae / aer , vae / vaer , dae / daer , ey / em , fey / fem
soar / soars , shy / shys , shine / shines , sun / suns , flutter / flutters , flower / flowers , flow / flows , flap / flaps , wing / wings , wonder / wonders , wish / wishes , bud / buds , bloom / blooms , bright / brights , glow / glows
; / ;s , & / &s , ~ / ~s , + / +s
🦋 / 🦋s , 🌼 / 🌼s , 🏵️ / 🏵️s , 🌹 / 🌹s , 🌷 / 🌷s , 🌸 / 🌸s , 🪻 / 🪻s , 🌻 / 🌻s
♬ ⋆⁺₊ titles :
the winged one , the wonderous butterfly , ( prn ) who glows / shines beneath the moon , ( prn ) who shines beneath the sun , the collector , ( prn / noun ) with light in ( prns ) soul / heart
#🎀 ~ another win !#🎤 ~ backstage pass !#butterfly#butterflies#npt#npts#name suggestions#pronoun suggestions#title suggestions#npt list#npt pack#id pack
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A romantic moodboard of Alice Liddell (American McGee's Alice Madness Returns) x Pinocchio (Lies of P). With the theme of blue butterflies, dark fairy tales and blades, please.
I did this one because I know you love this ship and you introduced it to me, so this ship has a very special place within my heart~♡
– Mod Belle (*＾3＾)/～🦋
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btw, what happened with sumeru academy? there hasn’t been in update in months, I miss y’all 3 together ):
omg sumeru academy.
for those of you who don’t know, @sumeru-academy was a sfw wlw genshin blog i ran with 4 other friends. to answer your question anon, my friends and i got too busy to keep writing for the blog, but we still do like writing from time to time. (hence why some of us started our own blogs to write our own things whenever we felt like it)
it’s not completely abandoned. more so like, it’s there when we want to update it. for now, we’re busy doing our own things, so sumeru academy isn’t exactly on the top of our lists at the moment.
but, for those of you curious, here’s some of my friends’ other blogs that wrote on sumeru academy with me. i can’t guarantee that they’re all constantly active, but we are still very good friends to this day :)
mod alice 🦋 - @pristine-rose
mod lie 🪜- @eicrisis / @kafkacrisis
mod chewie 🪑 - @chewiedon
mod kiki 🕰️ - @lunartcmpest
hope this helps!
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how did I not realize you were the same mod from sumeru academy? I literally just thought, wow there's a lot of genshin fans named Alice lol
HELP ME ALXHSKAKXJS
yeah i’m mod alice 🦋 on there !! i just don’t advertise / interact with this blog (pristine-rose) on there since this is a purely smut blog and sumeru-academy is a purely sfw blog LOL.
i dooo periodically talk about sumac (the shorter nickname the mod team decided to call the blog) on here just for plugging and update purposes lolol
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Alice and Chesh! So lovely to be made aware of your presence. I didn't think there were very many of us from Wonderland rattling about in this particular universe. Drink your tea, mind the gap, and always read the signs!!
Love you muchly,
-Formerly Mad Hatter
(Side note to mpc, can I have the emoji 🦋? Signing off with "Formerly" every time can get a bit boring)
I don't keep track of or have rules for signatures if you want to sign off with anything! So yeah, sure!
Mod PArty Cat!
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Hello! Welcome to the Filesystem!
I like a lot of things. I want a space to be very incredibly normal about these things. This is that place now!! Please send in headcanons and such about the things that are listed, I enjoy reading other peoples headcanons a lot as well. I also like making polls, and if you want, you can send in ideas for them! I also always appreciate reblogs, either with your thoughts, or just because you thought something was fun.
I prefer to be positive about the things I like, so please don't send too much negativity about them here. That isn't to say they're all entirely perfect games and completely perfect headcanons and such, I just would rather have a nice atmosphere here. Thank you for understanding. :)
Not every mod will like all of the things listed below, and additionally, they are completely allowed to add things to this list.
The things that will likely be talked about are:
OMORI
Project Sekai
Pokemon
Undertale
(Spoilers for these things WILL be tagged as "thing spoilers" in lowercase, with "thing" replaced by the content's name)
Your mods are...!
Mod Alice 🍓
Mod Samsa 🦋
Mod Sans 🍇
Mod Reaper 🪽
Mod Yuki ❄️
Blog heavily inspired by proseka-headcanons.
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PK Template — Alice in Wonderland
requestes by anon!
Hope you like it!! — Mod Eggnog
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“ *we're all mad here!* ”
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“ *'who in the world am i?' ah, the great question!* ”
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how it looks on discord:
#[ an amazing gift wrap! ;; templates ]#pk template#pluralkit template#pluralkit#plural#pk member template#pluralkit member template#plural system#plurality#proship#proship safe#proship safe space#alice in wonderland
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A stimboard for Tamaki Amajiki (BNHA) with purples and butterflies.
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Mod Haze (❤Alice❤)
#bnha kin#mha kin#boku no hero academia kin#my hero academy kin#tamaki amajiki kin#purple stim#candle#fire#gradient#animal stim#ocean stim#water slime#stim#gif#stimboard#❤#mod haze
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Good day! May I please request, Yae/Jean/Ei comforting their s/o after they woke up from a nightmare?
Pledge to peace.
synopsis: they comfort you after a nightmare.
character(s): yae, jean, ei. (separate)
warning(s): a bit of panic, nothing much.
note(s): reader’s prns unspecified, no use of y/n.
sorry these are pretty short, i turned these into sort-of hcs, if that is alright! so they are a bit more generalized on how they would comfort you from a nightmare.
⎯⎯mod alice 🦋
YAE MIKO
Soft lips cuddle your skin when you come to your senses. They caress your cheeks so tenderly like the sakura petals that fly in the springtime wind, contrasting the chaos of your mind. With her lips moving against each streak, it was only then did you realize she was kissing your tears away.
Miko was always so calm, even in times like these. She used her warmth to shelter you, not even flinching when you woke up so frantic and startled. She was quiet during these times—against the dim light, she hushed you softly as she sat you upright, lips never leaving the surface of your skin. Her hand runs down soothingly across your back, calming down the hammering of your heart.
Your body feels heavy, but it’s not a worry for her; She is willing to hold you up for as long as you are by her side, be it for even eternity. “Easy breaths now,” she says to you, and her lips coddle so close to the shell of your ear that you find comfort in her intimacy. She’ll count to three just for you—just until your breathing calms down.
“1… 2… 3… Breath in, my love.” And then she will count again for you to breathe out. She’ll pull you right against her body, so that you may rest in the safety of the cook of her neck until you’re ready to talk to her.
JEAN GUNNHILDR
Like the rustle of wind, she is quick and frantic the moment you awake. The rim of a glass is pushed against your lips immediately, and the first thing you feel is the rush of cold water going down your throat.
The instant sight of her bears a panicked look on her face, almost as if you are dying in her bed. But she does not touch you, no—she’s too scared to do so. Jean feared that any sort of touch (especially from hands as rough and calloused as her own) would wake you screaming from shock. And she wasn’t the best at caring for these sorts of things, but the worry she felt spoke of all her love on its own.
“Are you alright?” she asks with no other regards, one hand placing the glass down on the nightstand and the other wiping the sweat off your forehead. She would curse herself for such actions, perhaps for touching you so roughly. But with a sense of security like hers, she can’t help but be so cautious. To be gentle was to be vulnerable, and she wanted to keep your gentleness. She needed to make sure she was the sword and shield that would protect you.
But nightmares like these, she cannot control. She cannot swing her sword until her own death to protect your life. And so she takes care of you instead, and will stay wide awake to be the listening ear you need to cry over the horrors of the night.
RAIDEN EI
She is a roaring kind of thunderstorm, one that consumes you. Once you wake up with a flash, she is already holding you so close, and you don’t even realize how hard you are gripping the fabric of her clothes. But it’s clear that she was already taking care of you for some time even before you awoke.
Ei’s well-sculpted hand is cold, quite telling of the puppet that she is. However, the tenderness she displays upon you is warm like the humidity of her land, and gentler than the storm clouds above. It calms you down immediately—perhaps the Archon herself is used to such nightmarish mirages from her past. Her fingers brush through your hair, and for a moment, you almost believe she is human just like you.
She does not utter a word; though, she makes no complaint when you shuffle closer to her body in search of comfort. Ei is more than willing to give it all to you—like a lightning bolt that shocks your veins with her electric love. She does not ask what you dreamt about. Rather, she hushes you softly, until your breathing slows down. Her first priority is your rest, even though she does not make this clear aloud.
And when you finally fall back asleep in her arms, thunderstorms cease throughout Inazuma, and only the light rain remains to keep you in peace.
#mod alice 🦋#raiden ei x reader#raiden shogun x reader#yae miko x reader#jean gunnhildr x reader#yae x reader#genshin jean x reader#genshin women#genshin x reader#genshin fanfic#genshin imagines#genshin headcanons#genshin fluff#genshin#genshin jean#ei x reader#raiden ei#yae miko x y/n#yae miko x you
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Orchid’s evening.
synopsis: you help lady ningguang get dressed.
character(s): ningguang.
warning(s): a lot of (non-sexual) touching and intimacy.
note(s): female reader, no use of y/n, think of her dark blue orchid’s evening gown, no beta we die like my genshin wife.
happy birthday to the woman i redownloaded genshin for but don’t even have built anymore </3.
⎯⎯mod alice 🦋
“I’m here as requested, my lady.”
Nimble and quiet was your voice as you tiptoed passed the sliding screens. You felt shy against the dim lighting, like you were a little voice walking into a swallowing ocean.
Standing by the entrance, you closed the screen behind you and awaited her next order.
To step in her private chambers seemed almost blasphemous, as if sin swathed your entire body for committing such a heinous crime. You trained your eyes anywhere but the light at the far end of the room, where a single candle flickered haphazardly on her vanity.
Because that was where she dressed—Lady Ningguang, with her back turned to you. And you felt death served on a platter if you dared to feast your eyes.
“Come closer,” she shortly beckoned. The firmness of her voice was a reigning kind of thunderstorm, one whose velvety nature did not hesitate to consume you, yet whose command did not fail to strike fear.
“Yes, my lady.”
Truly, the bite at the back of your throat was painfully obvious in the way that your voice tripped on itself, and you internally dreaded the idea of actually tripping. Lady Ningguang was no God, but she might as well be, and your nervousness knew no bounds. You could not help but feel as if you were approaching a deity, and even as one of her simple secretaries you still found her so magnificent.
“I need a little help,” she told you quite simply. “It won’t be long.”
Was she as nervous as you are? Surely not—this was only a simple request from her, though you didn’t even know what it was yet. In all her grace, she stood from her seat at the vanity, and it was only then did you finally look at her.
Bare backed, her dress wrapped loose around her as the bottom laid unzipped—she stood with the zipper handle hanging right off her lower back. You gulped, and it wasn’t like your eyes could train away after seeing your lady in such an indecent state; Especially here, all alone with you in her private chambers where you felt dirty for even glancing.
“Zip it for me, please?” was all she asked. “I can’t seem to do it.”
She turned to you not once, only keeping her back towards you. To be faced with a part of her so bare felt like seeing a God in her most vulnerable state, though you cursed yourself for thinking that way.
You were only called here to help fix her dress, that was all.
Nothing more.
“Of course, my lady.”
Your hands reached forward, and you almost found yourself stumbling. You were quite awkwardly far from her—farther than an arm’s reach. It took all your pride just to take that single step closer to her figure. Had this been a different setting—different than this dim, empty room, or this close, almost ill-mannered proximity—then maybe you wouldn’t be choking on your own tongue.
And yet she stayed as still as a statue, even when your timid fingers parted her waterfalls of hair that cascaded down her back. It felt exactly as you imagined, akin to the rich softness of silk flowers. You weren’t surprised there, but you still felt cautious when you draped her hair over either shoulder.
Your fingers brushed against one of her shoulders as you set her hair down; And it could’ve been a conniver’s trick of light, but she lightly shivered. Perhaps it was your touch, or your breath against her back, or perhaps it didn’t even happen at all.
But when your fingers pressed against her lower back to grasp the zipper of her midnight dress, she audibly sighed. The richness of her voice sounded amplified in this deafening silence, as if she breathed right next to your ear.
Still, it was a fleeting moment nevertheless, and you zipped it up until the end, where it stopped right below her waist. Your nimble fingers worked to secure the little hook-and-wire closure atop the zipper, and you silently hoped she couldn’t feel how much your hands were trembling.��
“Are you finished?”
The hook missed the loop. You were too far to see it.
“Ah, sorry. Just one second.” Did your voice really sound as shaky as you heard it?
You took another step closer, your face practically hovering over the top of her backside now, close to brushing the sapphire gems that draped down the center. But it was easier to see the hook now, and you hastily secured it before embarrassing yourself again.
“Done.”
She turned around immediately—before your hands had even fully left the fabric. And then she faced the round mirror of her vanity, staring at her reflection. You were in there as well—right next to her, actually—but she didn’t seem to mind as her eyes judged the way the gown hugged her figure.
Your lady was beyond beautiful, really. Even behind these closed doors in which the public eye could not access, she was still such a sight to behold. Your mind couldn’t help but wonder how pretty she would blend in with Liyue’s night sky. In her normal attire, she was the Harbor’s bright sun. And in her evening gown, she was a brilliant collision of all the stars in Teyvat.
“How does it look?” she asked towards your reflection through the mirror.
“Sublime.” And stunning, and elegant, and magnificent, and noble, and divine, and—
You could barely catch your breath.
“And your opinion on an eye look?” she questioned again. This time, however, she sat back down on the seat of her vanity, looking up at your standing figure through the mirror’s reflection. It was only then that you realized she applied no makeup on her eyes quite yet. “I feel I should deviate from my usual soft smoke or classic bar style.”
You mused, “Perhaps one with a more dropped flick?”
“I’ve never attempted anything so bold.”
“It may produce a more simple yet elegant look.”
“Then try it on me.”
Your conversation rang so loud in your head; And it seems like no matter how quiet you tried to speak, it still felt like you were screaming blasphemy in holy grounds.
Perhaps this was due to your close proximity in only one side of the empty room, but even as you both finished speaking, each shift and movement made was amplified by tenfold against your eardrums. And though you were only spending a few seconds selecting an eye color for her, it felt like you were wasting hours of her time.
Finally, your hand landed on a dark blue tone before you fumbled to pick up a small brush.
Without command, your lady tilted her head up at your standing figure, closing her eyes as you bent down nearer to her. She looked so perfectly unreal this close, though you feared she could feel your soft breathing against her face.
Swallowing both your fear and your pride, you reached out a hand to gently cup one of her cheeks, securing her head in your hold. Her skin was so soft against you, and it felt like you were tainting pure gold with your nervous touch. And yet she showed no signs of hatred or disgust, even remaining patiently still as you pressed the brush against the corner of her eye.
Slowly, you moved the brush along the bottom of her eyelid, the shiny blue leaving its trail along its wake. Your heart was beating so heavily against your chest. You could only pray that its hammering beats weren’t loud enough for her to hear.
Your fingers tilted the brush to wing the line, and then you switched to the other eye.
It was quickly over before it even started. And though it was just a simple moment, you were ready to back off and sigh in heavy relief from such tension. This closeness was getting to your head.
Before daring to open her eyes, she asked, “Is it dry?”
Ah, right. Liquid gleam.
“Not quite. Allow me to just…”
She slightly gasped when both your hands held her cheeks once again, this time positioning her to face upwards. You lowered your own head closer to hers, lips forming until—
Her hands quickly raced up to grasp your wrists once she felt you blow against one of her closed eyelids. Your gaze was focused down on her eyeliner, which was slowly being dried by your blowing. She squeezed your wrists very slightly as you moved towards her other eye, repeating the same, gentle process.
Thump. Thump.
And when you finally backed away, your warm hands leaving her lonely face, you told her:
“Open.”
You immediately fell for her etherealness.
She was like the starry night sky—one that was drowned out by Liyue Harbor’s city lights. She was a hidden gem only you were bestowed the honor of seeing this way, as if blessed with the grandeurs of divinity.
Lady Ningguang was a work of art, and you felt like you had crossed that velvet rope just to view her up close.
“Thank you.”
You snapped out of your little daze, only now realizing how close you were still standing to her. But before you could back away, you felt her hand press against your cheek, and something quickly pecked against your lips. It only lasted less than a few seconds, before your lady stood up to leave.
“Join me outside later this evening, will you? I’d like to spend my birthday with you.”
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Material world.
synopsis: after going on double dates to exploit for gifts, yelan finds herself falling in love with you, her best friend
character(s): yelan.
warning(s): friends to lovers, double dates and terrorizing men, don’t take it too seriously, it’s not targeting everyone.
note(s): female reader, no use of y/n, reader’s exact sexuality is unspecified but she is interested in women.
i had way too much fun writing this. also happy elysia day. :)
⎯⎯mod alice 🦋
"Aw, rich boy! Is that for me?"
With a faux gasp of surprise she knew all too well, you slipped a golden earpiece right through your earlobe and clipped it onto your helix. She thought it was a gorgeous piece on you, and perhaps the men did, too—the way its chain dangled so delicately between your hair strands.
But Yelan swore she admired it much more than they did, though she wasn't even the one who got it for you.
Your date, who she couldn't remember the name of—well, let's just call him Man #1—was a wealthy man. Big Liyuean company. Financial manager. High class citizen.
And, a total degenerate for women.
Yelan had a good eye for prices. That dainty little accessory hanging off your ear was probably worth her own total salary in a week, which was hefty, to say the least. She found herself almost smiling in delight at the thought of you receiving such a gift from this man. She eyed you so fondly, in fact, that it almost seemed like she wasn't also on a date herself.
Her own date—who we'll call Man #2—sat at her side, watching as she aww'ed over you. If she knew any better, then she'd realize that he was holding a gift box of his own, one he wanted to give to her.
Instead, she stared at you with a sort-of dumb smile that Man #2 couldn't quite describe, though it was quite clear that he was not the object of her attention. She paid him no mind as she fawned over you instead, so it should've been more than obvious to him that she wasn't really interested in their date.
But men like these two were terrible at picking up hints, weren't they?
"Yelan..." Man #2 stuttered. When she clearly didn't hear him (or, was much too focused on you to even hear anything), he repeated himself but louder this time, albeit shaky. "Y... Yelan...!"
"Huh?"
She seemed annoyed at first glance—because who dared to interrupt whatever she was doing? Actually, it seemed like she even forgot he was even there. And how absurd, what would they call a gold digger who forgets her own date! Though, he supposed it was different since it was not his gift in which she was getting distracted by.
"Oh, it's just you," she waved off rather dismissively. "What did you want?"
"I... um..." With shaky fingers, Man #2 uncovered a box in his sweaty hands. It was designed with a diamond-shaped leather pattern, not to mention dyed a luxurious-looking dark green. The packaging itself was expensive—one could only imagine the contents of the inside. "I thought you might like this..."
Man #2 let out a sheepish laugh, worried that his gift might be tasteless compared to the one Man #1 gave you despite the earpiece being less expensive.
Were you and Yelan the type of women to value design or the price tag more? He had no idea.
You gasped when he opened the lid, a beautiful silver bling dazzling against the light. The necklace was positively stunning, and both you and your date looked impressed. Man #2 felt relieved at your reactions, though he unfortunately could not say the same about his own date. Yelan... didn't seem to react yet. Blank stare, straight faced.
Silver...
She pondered the necklace quite carefully. It was beautiful—wildly expensive, even. With the sapphire in the middle, it was clear that Man #2 took the time to pick one so tasteful—one that complimented the blue of her eyes and her aesthetic so well. But all she could think was...
Will this look good on her?
Yelan thought about the gift you just got from your date.
No, but the gold earpiece fit her so well. This one doesn't match.
"Hm, is there a gold version of this?"
You gasped, "Yelan!"
Upon hearing the panic in your voice, she immediately snapped out of her little daze and turned back to look at you. Your eyes were trained in a slight glare as if telling her "Watch your words." She didn't like it when you were upset with her.
After mouthing a small sorry, Yelan turned back to her date and said, "I mean, wouldn't a fully gold version be much cheaper? Please, you shouldn’t have gotten me silver and this gorgeous sapphire—oh, you're far too kind!" Her hand pressed against her chest quite dramatically as she spoke, as if his gift meant the world to her... or... something like that.
Man #2's shoulder's seemed to completely relax at her (totally faked) reaction. Though, she supposed that even if she said it sarcastically, this man still would've believed it.
"Oh, there's no need, Yelan!" He spoke so frantically and breathlessly. She almost recoiled in reaction. "You're so pretty, I went through all the jewelers in Liyue to find something that can match your beauty! Did you know that very few sell sapphires? This shape is actually called a princess cut, and I thought that—"
She forgot that these types of men always gave too much information.
You both laughed into the night, walking home alone together in the countryside.
"I could've totally guilt-tripped him into exchanging it for something more a more fitting color."
"But then we'd have to see him again!" you scolded through your laughter.
"Ugh, that's true."
Sharing a home with you was a luxury Yelan held dearly, like it was her one true treasure. Sure, you were roommates under the relationship as "best friends," but she could live with it.
As long as she still got to do this—got to walk with you home in the dead of night, marveling over your expensive gifts from the men you just ditched together—then she'll have it no other way. Even if it meant she would never confess her feelings for you.
"Want the ear piece?" you offered, pointing at the gold accessory that was still dangling from your ear. "I saw you eyeing it earlier."
"You don't want it?" she asked a bit incredulously. And when you shrugged in indifference, she said, "But it looks good on you."
"I'll keep it if you say so, and if you don't want it." She shook her head; you only smiled at her. "As for the necklace you got, did you say you wanted it in gold instead? We can try trading tomorrow."
Yelan moved her hand to touch the jewelry at her neck, though she felt quite uncomfortable. "Nah, I'd rather we just sell it." There was no use if it didn't look good on you, too. "I don't think I'm in any need of necklaces right now. Plus, we can totally market this for a high price and use that money to buy more stuff for ourselves. What do you think?"
"I always love you and your brilliance."
That shouldn't have affected her as much as it did. "I always love you." Sure there was a second part to what you said, but she already tripped at the first. If you only loved her ideas, you wouldn't have mentioned that you loved her first, right? Did you deliberately word it like this? Were you trying to make her react this way? Were your words only in a platonic sense?
Did you even think about her as much as she thought about you?
She hated this. Why in the world was she overthinking a set of four words?
"So let's head down to the market in the morning, then?" Yelan offered, trying to keep her voice leveled and cool. "If we play our bargaining skills well enough, then maybe we can get something cute to match your new earpiece."
"Aw, but I'd rather we pick out something for you."
Why did you always have to care for her in a way that made her heart explode?
You continued, "Because it's unfair if I got something for myself, but you didn't get anything at all. So let's trade your necklace for something you like, alright?"
She could only sigh. You were stubborn. So, so stubborn.
"Alright."
Another night, another set of two men dropped after a date.
"These men were much cheaper compared to others," Yelan scoffed. She walked with you in disappointment, twirling a pipe around her fingers. How tasteless of a gift... She didn't even smoke! That new man probably got it for her just because he was a heavy smoker himself.
"Oh, tell me about it," you groaned in agreement. "All I got was perfume and a tiny lipstick? Not even jewelry?"
With a click and a nudge of her arm, the front door to your little house unlocked and opened. The two of you slung inside like any other night—and she supposed this was just routine by now. Find two wealthy men, then seduce them. Convince them to go on a double date, then hint that you'd like gifts. See them at night, then play the act. Promise them you'll meet again, then take their riches.
Ditch them, then... go home together.
As best friends.
Yelan shook her head, going back to the topic of your gifts. "A person should know that gifting perfume on the first date connotes that he thinks you smell bad."
"And now I feel insulted!" you gasped. "Does he really think that?"
"No, no, he's just a terrible gift giver," your best friend waved off. "He clearly doesn't know the meanings behind gifts if he can't even get you something good." And, you deserve so much more, anyways.
"Hm, you're right," you hummed; and as she sat down on the couch, Yelan couldn't help but stare at how pretty you looked all worried and perplexed. The moonlight spilled through the window and drowned you in its rays, creating quite the shining light on you—an image she found herself staring at much more often than the glimmer of any gold or silver.
The ocean she's created was one she could not cross, and no lucky dice could possibly pull her towards your grace.
"And what did you get?" you called out to her, making your way towards a mirror on the other side of your living room. Yelan, still seated on the couch, started at your reflection subconsciously.
She cockily smirked, "Designer handbag."
"Oh, you lucky fox," you gasped. "Your man was so much better than mine!"
"Definitely."
You didn't respond, but Yelan heard a little snap! from your direction. It was likely you just opened and closed the little lipstick case. Another little click, and she watched you raise your arm to bring the color to your mouth.
Dark, pale pink.
She wasn't sure what it was, but there was something about this specific shade that just didn't suit you. Maybe it was mixed too much with another tone, or not enough of it. But either way, it wasn't quite perfect on you.
You scoffed towards the mirror, "This doesn't even match me—these rich men really don't know how to pick a lip color, do they?"
"What a waste," Yelan sighed. She slumped on the cushions and closed her eyes, trying to picture a price that would be worthy of a tiny lipstick that was already swatched once—if they could even sell it at all. "We can try handing it off to some secondhand places, like maybe—"
"Here, let's see it on you, instead."
When she reopened her eyes, you were no longer at the mirror. Instead, you were in front of her—hovering right over her seated form on the couch, actually. The sudden proximity was alarming, and she would've fallen back had it not been for the couch supporting her body.
"Try... what...?"
"The lipstick, idiot."
And in seconds, you leaned down to capture her face in one of your hands, tilting it upwards so she drowned in your gaze. Waves crashed against the pit of her stomach immediately, and it felt like she was suffocating with the way you stood so close to her. She was practically trapped, sinking in your currents—the way you stood in front of her as she sat still, your body placed between her legs.
Your thumb brushed on her lower lip, pushing it down as you finally pressed the lipstick against her upper lip. And your gaze, God—the way you stated so intently down at her lips made her think of crazy things. Your breath on her skin, your hand on her face...
She leaned up without thinking and kissed you.
You backed away immediately on instinct, the lipstick smearing against her cheek. Her lips chased yours for just a moment, but they ultimately connected for only a second until you backed away.
"Oh, I—"
"Yelan?"
"Oh, I'm so so sorry."
She threw her upper body back on the couch, covering her face in her hands in absolute embarrassment. Her face was burning, and her stomach practically dropped in heavy regret from her actions. How could one close moment make her lose control like that?
"Hey... Hey, look at me," you quietly called to her. But you had to grab her wrists yourself since she would not budge, pulling her hands away from her face. She still turned away from you, however, trying to stay back even as you pulled her closer.
One of your hands immediately reached out to grab her face again, this time rubbing at the skin of her cheek with your thumb. She supposed you were trying to remove the lipstick that smeared. How embarrassing.
"If you wanted me to apply the lipstick on you like that, you could've just asked."
"Pardon?"
She watched you purse your lips together, rubbing around the lipstick you applied on yourself just minutes ago while you were at the mirror. And then you leaned in, pulling her closer unexpectedly and kissing her once again.
Only when you began moving your lips against hers, did Yelan realize you were applying your lipstick on her via this kiss. But she couldn't protest, not when this kiss was so sweet and intimate. You were so sensual with her, in a way that exceeded her dreams of you.
And when you finally backed away, staring down at her lips, she was still dazed.
"There," you mumbled. Your eyes were locked on her lips which were just on yours a moment ago. She only hoped you were thinking more than just the color, because her own mind was a thunderstorm right now. "It looks good on you. The lipstick shade, keep it for yourself."
"...Thanks."
"And let's go on a date tomorrow, yeah? Just the two of us," you told her. She swore she was probably dreaming, and so she shot back snarkily.
"What, you want me to give you an expensive gift this time?"
You playfully hit her on the shoulder and laughed, "Yelan!"
"Sorry, I didn't mean it!" she quickly defended in panic. "But yes, let's... go on a date."
But as best friends... or...?
"Yelan, we just kissed twice and you're really asking me if we're going as friends? No, I meant it as an actual date."
Oh. She said that aloud.
"Just like that?" Yelan blurted. She really couldn't believe it. Would it be rude of her to say she had no idea you were into women? This whole time, double date after double date, she thought you were either into men or just not into dating at all.
"Yeah?"
She blinked. And then again. So, you were actually serious. She couldn't really tell what that feeling was in her stomach—whiplash from the sudden revelation, or happy butterflies from the notion that you like her, too? Yelan just shook her head, deciding to forget it for now.
"Well, then," she sighed. Then she yanked at your arm, pulling you down until you landed right on top of her with a little yelp. Her arms encircled your waist immediately, and you found yourself scrambling to find a comfortable position.
Yelan leaned in for one more peck, before smiling against your lips, "I guess it's my turn to spoil you better than all those men, hm?"
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Library of alexandria.
synopsis: ganyu tries to confess her love for you in the form of writing, but it seems a certain fox has other plans.
character(s): yae miko, ganyu. (love rivalry)
warning(s): cameos of klee, ayato, and ayaka; you have to know what among us is.
note(s): female reader, no use of y/n, there’s a section on here that is representative of an irl interaction that i had with mod angel and my sister—it’s very specific so you can gloss over it.
hi angel :) i’m your secret dodoco. this is very much not within my writing style but i tried very hard i promise!!
⎯⎯mod alice 🦋
And then she turned, her eyes holding such softness towards me that I couldn’t believe I could ever receive such love.
Even after millenniums, she was the only grace that made me human.
“Oh… Oh, hi…!”
You looked up from the stack of parchments on your desk at the sound of the voice, only for your eyes to fixate on someone you would have never expected to see in Inazuma City.
“Ganyu?” you named. “Fancy seeing you here!”
“Likewise, though I really didn’t expect to run into you…!” she sheepishly grinned. As a wild blush formed on her cheeks, she seemed to fidget with something in her hands—a thick stack of papers, likely official documents, or even a draft of a book. Ganyu did not seem like the type to write up drafts of novels based on what you knew of her; however, you were standing in a publishing house, after all.
In hopes to ease her awkwardness, you answered, “I work here, actually. I’m an editor for Inazuma’s Yae Publishing House.”
“Oh! You do? Miko… never mentioned that to me,” Ganyu fidgeted. She immediately thought back to the invitation letter that the pink fox had sent to her. When she traveled all the way from Liyue to Inazuma, she knew you resided in the nation; But she really didn’t expect to see you here, of all places.
“You know Miko?” you slightly gasped. “I would’ve never guessed that you two were acquainted.”
As you finished your words, you patted the edge of the table, motioning towards the set of chairs right in front of your desk. Ganyu quickly took a seat, and then set her stack of papers down—however, it seemed the moment she realized you were able to see them, her hands immediately raced to take them back.
You decided not to question it.
“We’re longtime friends, actually!” Ganyu told you as she clutched her loose papers tight against her chest. “We knew each other many, many years ago.” She fidgeted around for another moment, the tips of her fingers rubbing against the papers as she tried to muster up something more to say. “Oh, and…” she began again, “I’m actually here to see her today…?”
“Oh!” You clasped your hands together, dropping your own paperworks from your hand. “Miko is actually not here today.”
“Ah…”
“But, I happen to be going to her current location in a few minutes, so perhaps you’d like to accompany me?”
Her eyes lit up at the offer. She’s been wanting to be alone with you ever since you left your short stay at Liyue Harbor. Without another thought, she hastily nodded her head and followed your every step.
When we walked side-by-side, I felt my heart race. My entire head was screaming at me to hold her hand.
“We’re here!”
“A shrine?”
“The Narukami Shrine,” you corrected with a smile, slinging a plastic bag over your shoulder.
Ganyu had been eyeing that bag all morning—you picked it up before the both of you made the trip here, and she couldn’t help but wonder what was inside such a large, lumpy bag. She supposed she shouldn’t be so nosy, though. After all, you had been excellent at ignoring the papers she had been clutching all day.
Archons, she’d be so embarrassed if you found out what they were before she was ready.
“Oh, right!” Ganyu recalled. “Miko is the head shrine maiden.”
“And the owner of the Yae Publishing House,” you added.
“So she’s your boss?”
“Mhmm.”
The two of you walked side-by-side into the area. There weren’t many people here, as usual—mostly shrine maidens and a few people who were saying short prayers before leaving. Ganyu stayed quiet as she observed the unfamiliar area, choosing to lag behind you for a bit since she didn’t want to seem like she was intruding.
Pale pink petals floating amidst the wind were so much more beautiful compared to the hard rocks of Liyue, in her opinion. Even the roaring heights above each stony mountain could not give her a peaceful view such as this, and she could not help but think you looked so perfect standing here in the middle of it.
If only she could take you on a date here, maybe even confess her feelings… Or would that be considered too blasphemous considering the location?
“There they are!” you suddenly exclaimed. Without warning, you grabbed Ganyu’s wrist and pulled her towards a man with light blue hair that was leaning against the stair railings.
After assuming this was one of the people you were looking for at the shrine (other than Miko, of course; but that was for herself), Ganyu questions, “How did you know they were here?”
“Oh, they’re always here on Saturday mornings right before they go out for bubble tea,” you waved off rather dismissively.
Is bubble tea that important for them to travel so far for it?! Ganyu thought.
“Ayato!”
The blue haired man, who seemed to be staring off into space earlier, perked up at the sound of your call. Ganyu wasn’t sure why, but she immediately didn’t like this man named Ayato.
“Oh?” the man voiced once his eyes landed on your approaching figure. “What brings you all the way here?”
“I got something for you!” you told him, swinging the large plastic bag you held off your shoulders.
So that’s what that is for? Ganyu felt the warmth of your hand leave her own as you began to reach for something in the bag, and she could not help but feel a little jealous…
“Ta-da!”
In your hands was a rather large plush: a smiling bunny, with a pink hood over its ears and around its head. You were smiling in pride at the stuffed toy, and Ayato gasped in what seemed to be both shock and excitement.
“You actually bought it?!” he said with a large grin on his face. He pushed his body off the railing before coming closer to you, and then hugging the plush that you handed to him. “I can’t believe you—and how did you even get one so big? How much was this, let me pay you back!”
“Haha,” you laughed with gritted teeth. “Don’t ask about the price.”
As horror etched on Ayato’s face, Ganyu panicked a bit. Plushies were something you only gave to people you liked, right?! And you got one for this man, so did that mean you were already taken—
“And I got one for your sister, too!”
Oh. Nevermind.
You pulled out another large plush, successfully emptying the bag. It seemed those were the only two things the bag carried, so Ganyu now felt a little embarrassed for being so curious about it.
Ayato’s face contorted immediately when you showed off the other plush.
“W… what… What is that…?” Ayato looked rather confused—and even sort of disgusted—as you held up the plush for Ayaka. His eyes seemed to travel along the pink curves of the plush’s body, from its rather large visors, to what seemed to be a backpack on its back.
You gasped, “You’ve never seen these before, Ayato?” And when you looked around, you saw that both Ayato and Ganyu were shaking their heads. “Well, it’s an—”
“AMONGUS!!”
Everyone turned towards Ayaka, who positively gasped when she saw the pink crewmate plush in your hands.
“Is that for me?!” she asked you with excited eyes. And when you nodded, she gasped once more, squealing out an elongated, “Thank you!” She wrapped the plush in her arms almost immediately, and even seemed to hold it quite gently.
“An… Among Us?” Ayato slowly repeated what his sister previously yelled.
“Amogus,” she corrected.
“Amongus,” you agreed.
Ayato squinted his eyes in heavy confusion at what both you and his sister were talking about. Was it some new game younger people played in their free time? Did Ayaka not tell him about it yet? Perhaps he was just getting too old.
“Well,” he hummed, leaning on one leg and crossing his arms. “I don’t think I like these… Amongi.”
Your hand immediately flew up to your mouth to stop your laughter.
Ayaka argued, “I think the plural term is Amonguses.”
“That sounds terrible.”
“You sound terrible.”
You could only laugh harder as the siblings continued to bicker amongst themselves, even beginning to hit each other’s arms in the middle of the public shrine. Ganyu could only watch awkwardly at the exchange, but luckily, you tapped her arm to pull her away from the discourse.
It seemed like this happens quite often. But nevertheless, Ganyu decided to just completely disregard the two siblings. She allowed you to pull her towards a little stand—one that had a box with a slip of paper sticking out.
“What is this?” the half-adeptus asked.
“A fortune stand!”
You then gestured for her to draw one, and when she did—
The clouds disperse, revealing the moon in the sky. Whoever draws this slip will receive great fortune. With clarity in your heart, what you wish for will come true. Things will go your way today, whether there is something you wish to accomplish… or someone you wish to meet. Now is the time to act.
Your lucky object for the day: Everburning Flaming Flower Stamen. The heat of a Flaming Flower comes from the fire in its heart. The reason everything will go your way is because your heart knows the path to take.
“Now is the time to act…”
Ganyu gulped.
Should she really? It was definitely advisable, that’s for sure. But to actually confess her feelings to you—right now.
You only accompanied her all the way here to look for Miko since the half-adeptus was looking for her, but she had no idea what would happen after that. Seeing you was only a bonus, and there was no guarantee that you would have another moment alone together like this.
However, would it still be considered blasphemous or profane if she did it right here, right in the heart of the Narukami Shrine?
“That plush looks so ugly!”
“Hey, don’t talk about Charles like that!”
“You named it Charles?!”
Nonsense. Those two Kamisato siblings were literally still arguing off to the side, even after she drew her fortune slip and all. If anything, whatever they were doing was far more embarrassing than the idea of quietly confessing to you.
Alright. She can do this, then.
“Hey…”
“Hm? What’s wrong, Ganyu?” you questioned her, noticing how her hands began to visibly tremble. And so you grabbed them, soothing both with careful caresses from your thumb as an attempt to calm her shaking. “Did you get a bad fortune? It’s alright, we can always hang it over he—”
“No, no, it’s not that!” she quickly denied, pulling you back into place. Her shoulders hunched so she looked so small, and she inched closer so she could mumble. “I… I just…”
You listened intently, awaiting her response. It seemed she would just have to suck up her courage and spit it out.
“I wanted to tell you that—”
“Oh my… Ganyu, my beloved friend!”
The both of you turned towards the new voice—or, more like a voice that was all-too-familiar to both your ears. There stood Yae Miko, your boss and Ganyu’s old acquaintance. Of course, Ganyu knew she was going to come sooner or later; that was what you escorted her here for, after all. But the half-adeptus didn’t think her old friend would cut her off so brutally.
“Had I known you would come here early, I would’ve already prepared fresh Sea Ganoderma for you,” Miko pouted as she finally stood in front of you two. She sighed in disappointment at herself, though you seemed to pick up on her playfulness better than your half-adeptus companion had.
“No, it’s no worries at all!” Ganyu was quick to assure, “It’s already an honor to see you after so long!”
Miko dramatically gasped, “You mean you walked all this way to find me?” She looked absolutely horrified, though falsely. “How horrible of me as your Inazuman hostess—I was even the one to tell you to meet me at the Publishing House!”
It was frankly quite weird to you to see both women interact with each other, especially since you did not expect them to know one another at all. Alas, you would just have to get used to it, even if their personalities clashing together seemed like a total disaster in your eyes.
“Allow me, my good friend,” Miko continued, “to take what you came here for right off your hands!”
Before Ganyu could even question or protest, Miko snatched the hefty stack of papers from her hands. She held up a few sheets between her fingertips, displaying them up rather publicly so she could scan their contents. This caused immediate panic to rise in the half-adeptus’s face; And you still had not a clue of what these papers contained, though it seemed that Ganyu preferred to keep its contents private between her and Miko.
“Miko, don’t—!”
“Oooh… Your handwriting is so neat and lovely! Perfectly expected from a secretary,” the pink haired woman marveled. “Oh, this”—she finally turned to speak to you—“have you read this yet, my darling?”
“Those…” you told her. “No, I haven’t.”
“Miko, I really don’t want her to—!”
“What a grave shame!” Miko whined as if you just spoke of something absolutely disappointing. “You need to read it, I feel it will be right up your alley!”
“Ah, but if Ganyu is not comfortable…”
Ganyu cut in rather loudly, “I will be!” And then she squeaked, probably realizing she was being too passionate. In a lower voice, she said to you, “When these drafts are all edited and published in a few days, I’ll be comfortable—I want you to read it!”
Oh, so it’s actually a book.
Ganyu wrote a book.
And she came all the way here to get it edited and published under the Yae Publishing House.
“Aw, how sweet!” Miko gasped at her old friend. Then, she turned to you. “See, that’s why I took up this offer—this story is so cute, you know. I just had to get my hands on it.” She stared down at the papers in amusement, a slight smirk upon her lips. “And that is also why, as Ganyu’s dear friend, I decided to edit and publish it personally for her.”
“That’s so kind of you!” you exclaimed. “And I’d love to read it once it’s out!”
Ganyu chuckled nervously, “Yeah I… I really hope you enjoy and… understand it…”
“Say, let’s all go get lunch at Uyuu Restaurant,” Miko suggested with a smile. “I have another client I need to meet over there shortly. But I want to make up for my lack of hospitality, so I’ll treat you both to celebrate remeeting friends, and for new relationships.”
She doesn't think she expected it to turn out like this.
What was supposed to be a simple lunch had you three in a private room, with Miko’s arm slung right over around your waist so temptingly. She was laughing cutely near your ear, occasionally feeding you and tapping her other arm atop your thigh.
However, far too close in proximity for Ganyu’s tastes.
She sat alone on her side of the table, opposite to you and Miko, who were sitting next to each other. Miko had such easy access to you, and all Ganyu could do was watch.
Well, Ganyu wasn’t technically “alone” on her side of the table. Right next to her sat a little girl with a cute red hat and dress—clearly not any representation of Inazuman fashion, however. She was from Mondstadt, and her name was Klee. Though, Ganyu wondered why a kid this small was even Miko’s client, anyways?
"Oh my Archons, you—!" Miko burst into laughter at whatever you said. "You're always so amusing to me, you know. I should take you out on dates like these more often!"
Dates like these...
“Oh man,” Klee piped up, “that joke wasn’t even funny!”
Ganyu let out a heavy sigh, feeling like a third wheel… Fourth. Fourth wheel. Though, she couldn't even blame you at all. Clearly, there was too much on your plate with Miko constantly attached to your hip. And yet Ganyu still sat there, wondering about ways to cut in so she can still somehow talk to you.
Speaking of talking, were you and Miko always this close? She didn't expect it, really. In fact, she didn’t even think you two knew each other.
“Come on, you have to try this!” Miko prodded, her body leaning right onto you and her chopsticks hovering over your mouth. “The fried tofu from this restaurant is the best—none compare to it. Come onnn, open your mouth for me, please?”
This lovey-dovey act was throwing Ganyu terribly off. Miko actually read her drafted book, right?
“It’s pretty good!” you admitted through chews and a hand over your mouth. “A lot better than Kiminami Restaurant’s fried tofu, actually?”
“See?” Miko hummed. It was simple, but the way you ate from Miko’s chopsticks was driving Ganyu insane. Had Miko no shame, when she was literally sitting right in front of you both? Ganyu continued to eat quietly, trying not to feel jealous as much as she could.
“I actually need to cut my stay short,” you suddenly mentioned, catching both Ganyu and Miko’s attention. “There’s still work I have to finish at the Publishing House.”
Miko pouted “Aw, can’t you stay?” She tugged on your arm, hoping to somehow look cute enough to convince you to stay for more time. “I’m sure your work wouldn’t mind if you were away for a little while longer…”
“Miko… You’re my boss.”
“Oh, right!” she laughed, and you deadpanned. “Okay, then off you go!”
With a short parting, you quickly left from the restaurant (effectively leaving the two adults [not Klee] with the meal bill) and made your way back to the Publishing House.
Ganyu and Miko were now left alone, though the half-adeptus wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing, especially with the red Mondstadt child here. On one hand, she was thrilled to get almost-alone time with her old friend. On the other hand, this old friend just spent the past half hour ignoring her in favor of flirting with you.
And Miko read the drafts of her book. She knew about her feelings for you.
“So,” Ganyu quietly began. But since it was only the three of them now, Miko heard her meek voice. “About my book…”
“Ah, yes, your book!” Miko clasped her hands together, finally turning her full attention to the blue haired secretary in front of her. “So I’ve already read the whole draft, and I loved it! I can’t wait to work with you to edit and publish it.”
“That’s good to hear!” Ganyu grinned. “And, um… Were you able to understand the sort of… representation I was going for…? Who the characters are, I mean…”
Miko playfully scoffed, “No worries, my dear friend, Ganyu. Your story makes your little crush on her quite clear! And I must admit, she is someone special to me, too.” Ganyu couldn’t help but narrow her eyes—her companion said that with such sincerity, but also an underlying sound of mischief. “It touches my heart, you know,” Miko continued, “that you even made the story revolve around your love for her!”
“Huh?” Klee perked up. “Miss Blue Hair wrote a book as well?”
“I—”
“Yes, she does!” Miko answered excitedly. “It’s a slow-burn romance between a foreign traveler and a workaholic secretary from the latter’s point of view—she falls in love with the foreigner so fast, and it finishes with a grand confession scene where she accepts the secretary’s feelings! Doesn’t that sound so cute, my child? There are tons of cute scenes littered in between, too! And Miss Ganyu here wrote all of them!”
“Oh…!” Ganyu immediately blushed. “Yeah, I’m actually… pretty embarrassed about writing that! But I’m glad you understand me enough to pick up on it, Miko.”
She held sincerity in her voice. It was a little too easy.
“Of course! I mean, what are friends for?” the fox envoy laughed dismissively. “Now, after this, I’ll be editing your story to perfection, and we can get this published to perfection. Alright, dear?”
Klee gasped, “Aww, that’s so cute and so sweet! Can Klee read it when it’s published? And, and–! And can I make a gift for all the packaging boxes?!”
“Of course you can, child!” Miko accepted kindly.
Ganyu swore she felt her heart warm. “Thank you both so much!” she exclaimed. “I really hope she’ll like it…”
“Oh, don’t worry. She will.”
Ganyu frequently spent her days in Inazuma with you after that, mustering up the courage to even talk to you at all. But she was here in a whole new nation with her most beloved person, so why shouldn’t she?
And, you were so kind enough to even offer her a tour of not only Inazuma City, but a large part of Narukami Island itself. She felt bad—truly, the worry of intruding in your personal time made her a bit anxious. But she couldn’t help but be selfish now that she experienced relishing in alone time with you.
The time you spent together in Liyue was nothing but fleeting. You were only there for such a short time; And for a business trip, too. Something about a legendary author that needed a bit of extra help before getting his works to Inazuma’s Publishing House—Ganyu didn’t quite catch all the details.
But she fell for you nevertheless, like some dumb, young love—though, she wasn’t quite young anymore.
And yet, the luminous glow of Chinju Forest made her feel like she was in some childish fairytale again. The way the blue light cuddles with your skin like the way she wished she could do the same with you. A moment of quiet and serenity was one she could not get in the heart of Inazuma City; But here, alone with you, she could breathe.
Amidst the surrealness, you asked quietly, “How much longer are you in Inazuma?”
The restriction of volume made it difficult for her to tell what you were feeling. Were you quiet because of the surroundings…
Or because you were sad she’ll leave?
“Two days,” she answered, trying to level her own voice as much as she could. She was already such a quiet person, but she still feared she was being too loud against the running water down the creek of the forest. “Tomorrow, my book gets published. And then the next day, I leave.”
She watched your face closely as she spoke those words, wondering if she could find any indication of a reaction. Would it be terrible of her to admit that she wanted you to feel sorrowful? That she wanted you to tell her to stay? Perhaps she was too needy for your affection, and perhaps she wrote you too unrealistic in her book.
“I see,” was all you said.
You then lowered yourself, moving to sit down on the cool grass right in front of the small creak. Ganyu soon followed, feeling quite awkward that she was the only one standing. Why must she be so anxious in front of you?
“Your hair,” you pointed out. And when she turned, she saw your eyes fixated on the strands of her hair.
At least, that’s what she assumed. She hoped it wasn’t her horns. You’d probably think they look weird, wouldn’t you?
“My hair?”
“The light blue really glows under this light,” you told her. “It’s really pretty.”
Ganyu immediately froze in embarrassment, her hands flying straight up to cover her face. Had you no shame in saying such a thing? Sure, you probably meant it in an artistic way with colors and whatnot, but she took it to heart. You called her pretty. Oh, Archons.
Seeing her immediate reaction, you assumed the worst and quickly apologized, “Sorry, sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable?”
“No!” she squeaked. And as a result, Ganyu’s hands then flew to cover her mouth. Oh dear, that was such a loud noise she made. “I… I’m really flattered actually. Thank you so much…!”
Oh Gods, she was definitely so loud—she hoped you didn’t mind. Luckily, you didn’t comment on it, instead turning to dip your hand against the moving water. It was so clear. Ganyu could see how pretty your fingers moved against the running current.
“And… um…” Ganyu perked up again. Why did she have to be so embarrassing? Ah, she should’ve just kept her mouth shut, but there was no turning back now. “I think your hair is really pretty, too. Not even just under this lighting, but in general.”
She had the locks of your hair memorized in her brain, even how trivial that information was. But it was one of the many features that made her fall for you; and she couldn’t help but describe exactly why she liked it in her book. The way it lifted in the wind, or the way it flowed whenever you turned—the image would always be so vivid in her mind.
You chuckled just a bit, “Thank you, Ganyu.”
The half adeptus only smiled in response, though she figured you couldn’t even see it—your attention was still focused on the creek in front. But she was content with that. Content, as long as you still stayed by her, sitting alone here in Chinju Forest.
“Publishing day!” the fox envoy sang in your ear. You were in the middle of editing a document, and so the sound of her voice completely caught you off guard.
That, or it was the way that both of her arms suddenly snaked around your shoulders from behind. You got this treatment from her a lot, and yet you still froze at such affections. She was quite the touchy one, though what kind of woman would reject advances from the ever-so tempting Yae Miko?
“For Ganyu’s book?” you asked, then she nodded onto your shoulder. She laid on it quite comfortably from behind your seated form, staring down onto the papers you were working on. Her hands dangled in front of you, and her chest pressed against the back of your seat.
“She’s excited for you to read it.”
“I know.”
“Would you believe me if I said that I was even more excited for you to read it? More than her?”
You shivered from how light her voice had gotten, as well as the feeling of her breath hitting your ear. If she was implying something, then you were clueless. Why would she be more excited for you to read Ganyu’s book? It wasn’t even her own.
Perhaps she was just very supportive of her friend.
At least, that’s what you told yourself to believe.
“I guess I can see it,” you answered her simply. “You’re quite passionate.” And very dramatic, but you didn’t say that aloud.
She hummed near your ear in response, seeming to find your answer acceptable. Then she untangled herself from you. She moved back from your body until she was fully standing again before planting her hands down on your shoulders from behind.
“Most of the department is out today, busy printing the final copies of the books.” She told you that rather informatively, somehow completely dropping her flirty tone from earlier. It was like she acted as if she was your employer—which, in actuality, she was. “But since you’re Ganyu and my little favorite, I’ll let you wait until the reveal, does that sound good?”
“Thank you for the special treatment, ma’am.”
“With pleasure!”
Breathless, I confessed to you. I sputtered out nonsense I had no control over, and yet all you did was look at me with the brightest smile I had ever seen on you.
Last page… And, done.
You filled your editing quota for today meaning you could finally leave work.
Grabbing your coat from the edge of your desk, you threw it on, expecting a chilly evening. You hoped they hadn’t begun selling Ganyu’s book yet—you didn’t want to miss it. Miko had told you that it would up on the shelves at sundown, and luckily, you happened to finish today just as the sun began to set.
But outside already awaited you Miko and… Ganyu.
“Well, well, look who’s finally done with work,” Miko chuckled. She then nodded her head towards Ganyu, who suddenly looked incredibly nervous as she approached you.
“Um, I have a gift for you…”
And before you could even say a word, she shoved a book in front of you, and you were quick to assume that it was a copy of her newly published book. Though, you figured as an editor for the Publishing House, you would’ve gotten a free or discounted copy of it anyways…?
“This is the very first copy that was printed of my book!” she told you, bowing her head down. You couldn’t tell if it was in shame, embarrassment, or some form of unnecessary respect.
You looked down at the book in your hands, then back towards her. “But, shouldn’t you get the first copy? You’re the author, after all.”
“No, no!” Gnayu denied with a quick wave of her hands. “I actually”—she turned away—“wrote it for you, and that’s why I really wanted you to read it…”
Well, there was no way that her words didn’t warm your heart. She was so sweet to do something like this, and so suddenly, too. So this is the book she’s been hiding from your eyes? The book she traveled all the way from Liyue to Inazuma to publish? Just for you, someone she met so briefly?
Now, you could only wonder what the book was about. Turning it around to see the description on the back, you read aloud:
“Young girl steps foot in a foreign land only to catch the eyes of… the grand Kitsune Guuji?! Join our main protagonist as she gets accustomed to her new life in a new land. But will she survive when the terribly seductive and gorgeous Kitsune Guuji tries to win her heart by hiring her as her new editor—”
“Wait, wait what?!” Ganyu shrieked. “That… That’s not—!”
“Surprise!” said Miko with a hearty laugh. She moved her fingers in front of her lips as she joyously grinned, “My dear friend Ganyu was so kind to write a book about us, and our love!”
You were so confused.
“Miko, that’s not what I wrote at all!” Ganyu exclaimed, turning frantically to her friend. Friend…
“Oh?” the fox envoy gasped. “Well, that’s probably because I edited it! Y’know, like I said I would!”
“You—” Ganyu was at a complete loss for words. Did… did someone she trusted fully as her kind friend just write over her book? A book she was going to use as a confession?! And, to make things worse, she even self-inserted herself over Ganyu’s own character in the story. How painfully cruel. “You’ve… You’ve quite the ego—!”
“Ego? Oh, why do you look so mad my dearest old friend?” Miko questioned, and you couldn’t quite tell if she was purposely trying to piss Ganyu off or not. “All I did was help you like a good friend!”
“But this wasn’t the story I had written at all!”
Miko grinned, “Is it really not?”
“No, I was supposed to use my original story idea to confess my feelings for—”
“MISS MIKO!! MISS GANYU!!”
Klee.
Using the kid’s intervention to her advantage, Miko immediately ignored Ganyu’s infuriated face in favor of turning her attention to Klee. “Oh, hello child!” she greeted. “What brings you back to the Publishing House so soon? Are you here to see Miss Ganyu’s new book?”
“Yep!” Klee nodded happily. “And I am also here to tell you that Klee finished putting gift bags in each of the packaging boxes!”
“Aw, that’s so sweet of you, darling Klee!” Miko aww’ed. “Can you show them to us?”
“Of course!” Klee yelled. “Actually, they should be going off any second now!!”
Miko confusedly laughed, “Hah… Going… off…?”
BOOM.
“Bombs!!”—in the most joyous tone ever.
Miko’s eyes widened immediately, and she turned around, only to see—
“The Publishing House is on fire!” she gasped. And immediately, she rushed to go get help. After all, she didn’t want her precious building and books to burn down!
“Klee made special bombs for each of the packages!” Klee said quite proudly despite the building in front of them quite literally being… On fire. “Like, care packages, I guess!” Her laugh was terribly adorable.
Emphasis on terrible.
Actually, Ganyu wasn’t quite sure whether she should be in a panicked state right now…
…Or a happy one.
Those cursed, dreaded books were now all gone—Thank Archons!
With a sudden wave of passion and uncanny confidence taking over, she raised her arm, and hurled it into the Publishing House—right into the fires that were destroying everything. And finally, the last book was gone.
Like a knight in shining armor, she suddenly turned to you, and got down on one knee. Taking one of your hands despite the clear wave of panic on your face. She confessed.
“I’ve been in love with you for the past year now!”
“Ganyu, good lord! Now is not the time for th—”
Before she could even finish, one of Klee’s bombs rolled right onto Ganyu’s feet.
Well.
You ran off. Ganyu did not.
“Is this considered a rejection…”
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Winter sun.
synopsis: lamenting over lost love.
character(s): la signora.
warning(s): spoilers for a winter night’s lazzo teaser, and the events of inazuma / 2.1 archon quest.
note(s): female reader, no use of y/n.
yeah, i miss her a little bit. a hint of harbinger cameos because i love them all very dearly. mod alice uses lyrics from froot to title her fics on this blog, part two. i haven’t written signora in awhile & this is a mess, so bare with me!
⎯⎯mod alice 🦋
There is a superstitious belief…
That soon after a loved one dies, a butterfly carrying their soul will visit you, fluttering close amidst the wind as to prove they are still watching over you.
Bullshit.
The moment you heard Pantalone spew such an allegory, you scoffed. Nonsense, the weather here was not warm like the oceanside of Liyue Harbor he commonly roamed. Nor was it sunny like the plains of Mondstadt, or even humid like the shades of Inazuma and Sumeru.
Snezhnaya was always a bitter cold. It bit at any bare skin like a bloodsucking insect, far too windy and snowy for a person to relish in.
And, far too icy for any butterflies to roam.
“The loved are unable to die…”
“Oh, Arlecchino,” Columbina lightly pouted. Her upper body was strung over the cold coffin, clutching it in a way that was obvious she held attachment to it. “The saying goes, ‘Unable are the loved to die’…”
“...For love is immortality,” you finished.
“Ahh,” Columbina mused. “So you know the quote, little dove.”
The foyer was dim as always during this ungodly hour, only the moonlight casting down on your figures and the rows of ice-like marble floors. The fur white coats of your fellow two Harbingers only drowned them in this light, not to mention the sorrow of her upcoming funeral.
“‘Course I do,” you shrugged, your own coat slightly falling off your left shoulder. Normally, she would be the one to fix such a trivial mishap, yet the fur rested on your arm as if waiting for her aid. But from now on, there will be no one to bring you such warmth or care. You should start breaking your lazy habit, you suppose.
You explained, “Rosalyne always quoted little romance lines.”
Arlecchino laughed at your remark, though it was short, almost as if pained via remembrance. “She was quite the romance enthusiast, wasn’t she?” she reminisced. “No matter how much she tried putting on that cold exterior.”
“She was…” Columbina smiled. And immediately, her lips were sealed, and she went back to humming a little tune you knew all too well. A tune Rosalyne used to always hum so nonchalantly, as she cuddled you, as she made dinner, as she signed papers, as she leaned in to kiss you…
“And how are you holding up?” Arlecchino voiced, eyes slanted expectantly towards you.
“Me?”
“Who else, but her lover?”
You paused, eyes automatically glancing to the coffin placed high on the step, where Columbina lay draped over the top as if she was resting on Rosalyne’s loving lap. To them, it was the loss of a comrade and dear friend. To you, it was the closing of an entire chapter, and starting completely anew.
Oh, how it pained you to think not even her body could rest in that coffin—how only some of her possessions were placed inside as a form of remembrance. The biting feeling that you will never see her again was akin to the harsh nip of Snezhnaya’s cold snow, and even Her Majesty’s grieving ice.
“Can ya’ hear me?”
“Hm?” you perked up. “Oh, sorry.”
It was difficult not getting lost in these damned thoughts nowadays. Such annoying ponderings in your brain, now that she’s gone. You hoped they wouldn’t last too long. There was still so much work to do as a fatuus.
“Yeah, I’ll be okay.”
Snezhnaya, Eight Months Prior
“Are roses your favorite flower?”
“…They are,” she smiled; and then she turned to you, a thorny stem held gently in her hands. “They remind me of you.”
But they match your name, not mine, you thought at the time.
“However,” she began, “I just wish the weather here was more suitable for butterflies to flutter in. The constant snow makes it near impossible for any to visit. It’s so dark here…”
“Did they have a lot in your hometown?”
“Mondstadt always had a lot,” she answered; And it was times like these where you remembered that she was from simple, gentle Mondstadt. Not the cold, hard Snezhnaya. “Y’know, I remember there was this flower field…” she forcibly trailed off. Perhaps she realized she was acting too soft. “I’ll… I’ll just take you there one time.”
You laughed to yourself for a moment, finding her own self-restrictions rather silly. “You can take me anywhere you’d like, Rosalyne.”
She seemed to pause at the name. And she always did so—no matter how many times you used it, she always seemed to expect you to say Signora rather than… simple, gentle Rosalyne.
Perhaps, however, the sound of her name on your tongue was enough to make her feel like her old self again. Because she smiled; her shoulders dropped from their usual diplomatic tense, her brows unfurled to relax, and her lips curled into the most tender of smiles you’d ever seen on her.
“Then, one day,” she settled with you, looking down at the rose in her hands. “We’ll vacation in Mondstadt, and I’ll show you all my favorite flower fields, with prettier roses, and butterflies…” And then she turned to you, finally, with the brightest smile that could rival the winter sun. She was…
She was Rosalyne.
“It’s a date,” she quietly promised.
You should’ve known it wouldn’t last.
Snezhnaya, Present Day
“Ah, there you are.”
“…Pulcinella?”
“What are you doing out here, sitting in the cold all alone? I practically searched the whole palace for you.”
Sitting upon the bitter snow, you stared out into the frozen field, refusing to look at your visitor. Your own legs pressed against your chest were the only providers of warmth amidst this garden of dead roses—all wilted, and uncared for.
They awaited her return for so long… Just like you.
Suddenly, a heavy weight was placed down on your shoulders. The tickling of black fur against your cold cheeks and the feeling of luxury fleece on your skin was enough indication that this was your official Harbinger coat.
The sounds of footsteps trudging away from you indicated that Pulcinella had walked off, leaving you alone once again. It seems he only wanted to make sure you were alright, though you could care less about his goals. You were fine freezing out here—out in Snezhnaya’s empty frost. This coat only prolonged your stay, but you had to admit that the warmth gave much relief to your freezing body.
But the coat was a little bigger than you remembered. It draped over your shoulders rather dramatically, and…
Her lingering scent immediately filled your lungs.
This was her Harbinger coat.
How dare he bring it to you at a time like this. And yet you found yourself clutching it tighter, enclosing your body in what little warmth it provided you in this cutting cold. Her scent brought you a sense that was more delirious than relieving, making your mind frantic to seek more of what was already gone.
Her. The gentle warmth and soft touch of the coat made it feel like she was holding you again—like her arms were around you, shielding you from this cold with her body heat. It felt so loving, a feeling you knew you would never get to experience again, and yet you desired it so dangerously much.
Damnit. It was working. You were getting over it, for Archons’ sake. You made yourself believe you were moving on; And now here you were, crying in her old coat all because it still carried her presence.
I hate that I miss you…
Snezhnaya, One Month Prior
"The breeze from afar tugs at my heart…”
A small smile subconsciously rested upon your lips, for the soft sound of her singing never failed to remove the tension in your shoulders.
Tension… You were always tense these days. It was rather unnerving, like the anxious feeling of dread that something bad was going to happen—like a heavy storm coming your way. You weren’t sure what was causing such an apprehension.
But how can something so monstrous happen, when present life was so peaceful?
"It sings of my longing for you…”
Her voice carried through the light winter winter air. You weren’t sure if she intended you to hear it, but you were her only audience nevertheless, and she was comfortable with that.
Well, you weren’t her only audience, per se; the flowers you were tending were such great listeners, too. They stood heavy and healthily against your fingers, as if they, too, were smiling at her lovely voice.
“Are they doing well?”
You turned towards her once she spoke the question, that look of relief in her face bringing you joy. She’s been so tired lately… You supposed the back-to-back travel and gnoses-collecting was taking a toll on her.
“Of course they are,” you told her, turning back to gesture at the flowers next to you. “They’re winter roses, after all. They’ll survive quite nicely here.”
“Oh, thank goodness,” she sighed, and you couldn’t help but notice how much softer she looked.
With that usual funerary mask off her face, she looked remarkably gentler. In place of those harsh, jutted curves and spikes of her mask, there lay empty space. Her side bangs hung freely off the right side of her face, where the soft glow of this winter sun illuminated her features like an angel.
She continued, “I just wish I could grow old garden roses again…” And yet when she approached you and kneeled, she still held the winter rose so fondly. “It’s such a shame I didn’t get to bring you along to Mondstadt. I wanted to show you so many things…”
“Roses”—she looked towards you as she spoke, both of you kneeling in the snow—“they remind me of you.”
“Me?”
“Of course.” She then muttered about how falling in love with you was like picking a rose, or something along those lines. Maybe you were too flustered to pick up her romantic analogy.
You scoffed, “So what does that make you instead, then, Miss Rose-alyne?”
“Stop!” she embarrassingly looked away. “My name does not imply—!”
“Perhaps… A butterfly?” you offered.
She became silent, a sort-of lovestruck twinkle suddenly gleaming in her eyes.
“Yes,” she quietly proclaimed. “Yes, that’s exactly what I am. Specifically, the butterfly to your rose.” She leaned forward in what seemed to be excitement, her gloved hands planting down on the snow right in front of her knees.
“Archons,” you almost (lovingly) laughed at her, “you’re such a romantic!”
“Don’t patronize me!” she exclaimed. “I haven’t fallen in love in centuries…”
Feeling a slight twinge of insecurity from her, you reached forward to grab both her hands. Right now, she was vulnerable, she was trying. La Signora would never show anyone this side of “weakness,” but Rosalyne put her trust in you. Falling in love again after 500 years of putting on a facade… You couldn’t imagine what she must be feeling.
“Then, I’m honored it was with me,” you told her, leaning forward to place your lips upon hers. It was an innocent kiss, as pure as the perfect winter roses planted in the snow next to you. Despite the cold, she melted in such kisses, relishing in the feel of you as if she may never do so again.
She always seemed to indulge in her selfishness—though who could blame her, when she’s already experienced the loss of a lover once before? In spite of her cold, Harbinger exterior, she was rather fragile in your hands. Marked with the dainty wings of a gentle butterfly, she landed on the petals of your love, like it was her safe haven.
And when you finally leaned back, she said, “Of course it was with you. It’s always with you.”
To end the conversation (or perhaps it was due to sheer embarrassment), she quickly sealed another quick kiss upon your lips before turning away, releasing herself from your hold on her face. Then she went back to checking on the flowers, guiding you to do the same.
It wasn’t the sunny plains of Mondstadt, or the warm oceanside of Liyue Harbor; but for now, you didn’t mind. Being with Rosalyne made Snezhaya’s winter feel like Mondstadt’s never ending springtime.
If only you could actually go there together.
Her mission in Mondstadt ran on such a tight schedule, and you never got to see her again until she returned from the land of contracts. But… She didn’t want you to experience the simplicity of her hometown just yet; at least, not without her. She would’ve taken you along during her mission to collect the gnosis, truly, had it been allowed.
“Oh no…”
Your attention perked up the moment her voice rang once again in your ears, resounding through the light air with a heavy mix of shock and a certain sadness you couldn’t quite discern.
“Look…”
And when she turned to you, you saw it:
At the center of her two hands pressed together laid a butterfly, dead.
The positioning of her hands made it clear she had scooped it up off the snow, right next to the bed of flowers. She held it so gently—whether it was to respect its death or to not damage it any further, you weren’t sure. But she was frozen still; with her patch covering the eye that faced you, it was difficult to tell her facial expression.
“It must’ve flown here from Mondstadt…” she muttered, and all you could manage to do was listen. “And then died from the cold…”
A premonition, perhaps.
“Maybe it was carrying the soul of…” She trailed off, seeming to disregard the idea. “Never mind.”
You couldn’t even begin to fathom what she was feeling. To live in two different worlds, to revisit your past, to be reminded of every single happiness that was decimated—her delicate wings were carrying the weight of the world.
She stayed silent as she held the poor little creature in her hands, seeming to almost grieve over it. Everything turns cold after it perishes; from butterflies, to her beloved flower fields, to Rostam, to her memories, to the entirety of her past life…
Except for her. After centuries, after countless losses, she’s still alive—the sole survivor.
And you are here to share her burden.
“Rosalyne…”
She stayed silent for a few more moments, holding no indication of any reaction to your call. But then she lowered her hands, placing the butterfly down on the snow, before finally turning to face you.
You almost winced—you had never seen an eye carry both determined passion and lonely emptiness at the same time.
“I’ll take you there,” she firmly swore.
You promised me…
“When I return from the land of eternity, I’ll take you to Mondstadt.”
…that you will come back for me.
“And I will show you all the roses and butterflies that remind me of our love.”
Snezhnaya, Present Day
Liar…
Snezhnayan nights were arguably worse than the daytime.
Though, perhaps it was because the nation was in a state of grieving, the weather hasn’t been too kind on anyone lately.
The pitch black sky did not harmonize well with the harsh snow still whirling down to your face. There were no shining stars tonight to honor the fall of The Fair Lady.
Snezhnaya does not believe in tears, even for the fallen.
And so you sat outside in the cold darkness of the night, hoping this icy storm would freeze the droplets spilling from your eyes. But all the cold did was make it sting even more—the tears flowing down your face caused a plethora of irritation around your eyes and cheeks, salt and frostbite seeping into your skin.
Even this summer night snow did not fortune the mourning, in spite of all contributions to Her Majesty. It made you feel empty, almost ridiculed.
In spite of everything, was this really her end? From a simple life to endless suffering—a life where she hadn’t grasped a single chance to live such simplicity again. The Gods fortuned her with a gift of love, security, and intelligence—but then they stripped it all away before she could even get the chance to fully live.
And yet, despite all her misfortune, she had so much love to give to you.
With her, these winters felt warm; and with you, her new life was simple one again. With you, she was Rosalyne. Not La Signora, not The Fair Lady, not the Eighth Harbinger—just simple, gentle Rosalyne.
And now… Were Snezhnayan nights always this harsh?
Her scent from her coat around your shoulders was fading, just like its warmth. Even now, you still didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.
How cruel the Gods were; at a time when she was hopeful—so hopeful to relish in her past again just to show you the joys of simplicity. In which she promised you not only for your sake, but for her own, as well. To experience the innocence she lived back in Mondstadt was something she wanted you to do.
Fate did not even allot you time together to do so.
In the end, she was killed before she could take you there. You supposed there were some who were elated by such news.
To be a Fatuus is to be shunned by commoners and noblemen alike, and no one mourns the conjectured wicked.
And above it all, you couldn’t help but be mad.
You felt cheated. Being Harbingers already shackled the both of you to the pits of Hell, and yet, you found love with each other. She relished in her past and also showed you what it meant to live, even after all you’ve ever known was being a Fatuus.
To love her, to hear her sing, to hold her tightly, to plant these damned roses—you were given a taste of this beautiful simplicity, only to be stripped of it so suddenly without warning.
Just like how she was stripped of her old life centuries ago.
The winter rose garden you planted together was all ruined, wilted. Their petals were torn apart by tonight’s harsh winds, as if the cold intended to destroy every last reminder of her in its wake.
It destroyed you, too. Her coat was doing nothing to aid you as you sat outside in the garden.
You were like a ragged doll sitting out in the open, left to be ripped apart by the cold. It was like she left you there after her death, as if suddenly, you lost all other purpose after meeting her.
Because truly, what were you supposed to do now? How could you go about accomplishing Her Majesty’s dream, when the one who was most loyal to it is no longer there? And how could you possibly live on this dull, sacrificial life as a Harbinger, when Rosalyne showed you the meaning and beauty of life?
And now it was so cold, and you were left for dead, just like her.
Cold…
A blossom of warmth suddenly kissed your freezing forehead.
You looked up instantly—because that tenderness felt all too familiar.
It was practically uncanny how the cold left your entire body from that one feeling alone; how she was dead, and yet you were teased by such a kiss.
“Rosalyne…?”
Before you flew a little butterfly, its wings struggling to flap against the violent winds. But if that wasn’t enough to shock you, then it was the fiery glow it possessed.
Out here in the cold, in the dead of night out in the open of Snezhnaya, it shone like the bright summer sun of Mondstadt. It illuminated this dark garden like Liyue’s lanterns, and held the heat of Inazuma’s festivals.
But most of all, it carried the warmth of her, and you felt the entirety of your senses fill with a touch of familiarity you had longed for. She was so unmistakable, that your body shivered from this boundless disbelief—disbelief that she’s right here, visiting your sorry state. This lonely butterfly carried her soul, just like all those childish superstitions promised.
And she was beautiful.
You lifted a shaky, frail hand; And once she landed gently atop your finger, you felt warmth seep through your frost-bitten fingers until you were alright again.
Alright… Maybe… Everything will be alright again.
She fluttered her wings almost excitedly, as if saying “I’m here.”
“I’m still here, watching over you, my love.”
The winter sun will still melt even summer snow, and spring will come again.
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Summer lovin’.
synopsis: beach vacation headcanons and drabbles.
character(s): ningguang, raiden ei, jean.
warning(s): none, fluff.
note(s): female reader, no use of y/n, this was requested by an anon on my other blog but i figured it would be more fitting on this blog instead.
⎯⎯mod alice 🦋
happy summer break!
NINGGUANG
She was surprisingly fairly cooperative with the idea of taking a break—however, much of that was due to the fact she’d get to spend the whole day with you. Ningguang was not open about her work life or work details, even with you. Truly, you understood her reasons, but you hated how it limited your knowledge in regards to her stress and time.
And so, that was when you proposed the idea of taking a vacation day—specifically at the beach. Liyue’s shores were also so lovely and versatile to everyone; ignoring the shores itself, Liyue itself was downright beautiful. You told her it’d be nice to get out the busy harbor for once, and to your surprise, she immediately requested for leave and agreed.
She appears calm when you both walk along the coastline (though, when is she not calm?) and you wonder if she’s even enjoying herself at all. The whole day was fairly mellow, and now the both of you walked along the shore, barefoot in the sand and your dresses catching the wind behind you.
“I hope that was at least a bit of relief,” you told her quietly. You wondered if she heard you at all, for your voice carried lightly against the ocean’s breeze before they could ever reach her ears. She showed no physical indication that she heard you, unstick she spoke.
“Of course it was,” she answered. For just a moment, her voice rang in your ears. So rich and velvety, and the slightest of deep tones—they contrasted so violently with the sweet scenery and air around you, that Ningguang herself seemed out of place in such a picture. But soon, you internally hoped, that will change.
“I’m glad,” you smiled.
RAIDEN EI
At first, she was more curious than she was interested. For what could be so enticing about Inazuma’s beaches? Unlike Inazuma City, the beaches were the same. The water was still there, the sand—there were no people that changed. No customs, no designs, no looks, nothing significant.
And yet you smiled. Smiled excitedly at at notion so simplistic as going to the beach with her—she just had to accept it, even if it meant coming out of her headspace. Ei really didn’t know what to expect other than sandy limbs and salty water, and yet somehow you changed everything.
The ice of her snowcone bit harshly on her tongue, but in a weirdly good way. Crunchy and cold, and yet also sweet and savory in a way that was so addicting. It was simple ice in a cup—simple, just like this beach. But the sweet syrup akin to you crafted her ultimate enjoyment.
“Do you like it?” you asked her, the both of you sitting under a small umbrella in the hot summer sun. “Valberry is a Mondstadt specialty—very sweet!”
“Sweet, indeed,” she mumbled. Though you both sat on a little mat atop the sand, she still felt sound everywhere. There were little grains between her toes, some on her legs, a lot on her sandals—she should be annoyed with such inconveniences.
And yet, these irritations somehow all dissipated when she looked at you once more, the sweetness of your simplistic joy matching uncannily with her sugary syrup in her snowcone.
JEAN GUNNHILDR
Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn. She pretty much just brushed off the idea of a break, pretty much refusing you. If you proposed a small one, then sure; but to the beach of all places? She had no time for such travel.
It was actually Lisa who pushed her to finally agree with you—curse that librarian and her way with words. She practically guilt-tripped Jean in your favor to accepting, but it worked out in the end. Jean was still tense even while the two of you strolled along the shores of Mondstadt, all until you finally sat down on the sand and watched the sunset.
The both of you sat so close to the waterline as the sun set, and only when you held her, did she finally begin to relax her body. She was always line mush in your hands—almost as if your touch alone gave her relief from all her work.
You planted a kiss atop the crown of her hair the moment her head fell gently on your shoulder. The both of you stayed silent, just watching as the sun set behind the ocean’s horizon. Along the gentle breeze that caressed your arms and face, the fresh water played at the both of your feet.
“I love you,” she mumbled so shyly, right against your neck as a way to hide herself. Jean was so sappy in this moment, holding you close for she did not know if you would make fun of her or not. She initially rejected this break time after all, and now she was here, completely enjoying it and hoping this day would never end.
“I love you, too.” And after those words left your mouth, Jean believed you were worth all of Mondstadt.
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