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bloodred-quills · 1 year

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You're a statue... or are you?

Characters:Ei,Sara,Sucrose, Fischl,Barbara

Reader:gender-neutal

Wordcount:2.5k

Warnings:angst(Ei), fainting(Sara), Shakespearean(Fischl), cursing(Barbara)

My notes: yeah so, we broke up. Im back on my bullshit, have a happy new year.

~♤~

She knows the legend holds true, she saw it take place after all. Her dearest companion, turned to stone, right before her eyes.

She made sure the one who done it paid in blood for taking you away.

Overcome by grief she sealed herself away, unable to look at your petrified face. She failed to protect yet another one she cared for.

And here she was now, half a millennium after that forsaken day, strolling through Inazuma all alone.

Citizens did not dare to get in her way, parting like the sea, avoiding her empty stare.

Before she knew of it she was facing your statue. The plaque of metal at your feet tells your story vaguely, the last inscription reading "only a touch of their soulmate may free them now."

At once Ei struck it with her spear, if it only were that simple you'd be in her arms right now.

Discarding her spear she stepped forward and reached for your outstretched hand, the last plea, she remembers how you screamed for her help.

She wasn't fast enough. Thunder comes after lightning, she didn't possess her sister's swiftness.

Little cracks adorned your fingers, a sign of the years of erosion washed over you. She traced them, found her way into your arms again. She didn't know what she was expecting, you were as cold as the steel of a blade.

Until you weren't.

Hard surface rapidly turned into tender flesh.

Now there was a limp body in her arms. Frozen in place Ei held you, quietly she returned to her mind-scape, prompting the Shogun to take over.

Ei sunk to her knees slowly bringing you down, resting your body against hers. A hand reached to the base of your neck, tears gliding down her face as she felt your pulse.

Not a soul knows how much time the electro archon spent cradling your body close to her own, unmoving as she listened to you breathe.

Eventually, your eyes slowly opened, and Ei was there to return your stare, a longing look in her eyes.

A soft gasp passed your lips. Your eyes scanned your surroundings before looking back at her, confusion written on your face.

"Are we dead?"

She shook her head slowly, her red-rimmed eyes holding emotions far bigger than herself.

Her hand gently came to brush your hair out of your face "Do you remember me?"

You held her palm to your face, leaving a soft touch of your lips as your vision became muddled by tears of your own.

"I won't ever forget you, Ei."

Sara

She was patrolling when she spotted Itto surrounded by children next to the statue of the "forgotten lover", so of course, she became suspicious.

Joining the tiny crowd she endured the oni's babbles about how the statue is a person, waiting for their lover to set them free and demonstrating by touching it. Nothing happened.

"Aw man, your loss my statue!"

Sara has had enough, "Arataki Itto, leave the tri-commission's property alone at once." She said, hand reaching out to remove him, but that silly man had other plans.

"Kujou's turn!" He loudly announced as he took a side step, Sara's hands now resting on your stone-cold chest.

For a second she closed her eyes in frustration, then she heard the collective gasps of those around. The stone was cracking open.

Afraid she might have damaged the art piece she stepped away, letting you break out of the shell with the grace of a newborn calf trying to stand up.

Acting on instinct she caught you before you could meet the ground. Your eyes met hers for a moment before you went limp.

"I'll take them to the infirmary." She announced before marching off, carrying you in her arms now. The pang in her heart went unnoticed.

The people were in shock, she was in shock. The tale was true, you were just rock mere moments ago. Or were you trapped in rock? There were too many thoughts going through her head.

After a quick check-up and administrating of fluids the doctors assured you just needed to rest and recover before they left.

Sitting beside your bed, head resting in her hands, she couldn't bring herself to leave. The part of the story where only your lover could set you free repeating in her mind.

Everything else in the story was real. She remembers passing you by for years, have you been waiting all this time? Were you able to see her, were you silently waiting all along?

Several days passed before you opened your eyes again, Sara was there when it happened.

The nice guest room you were in left ignored as your irises focused on her. You tried to speak but it only resulted in a cough.

Sara was quick to bring you into a sitting position with one arm and bring a cup of water to your lips with the other. "Here. Don't force yourself."

After your cup was empty she tried to lead you down again but you remained upright, a determined stare in your eye as you gripped the blanket.

"Are— Are you the one? You broke me free didn't you?" Your voice was frail, yet it filled the otherwise silent room, Sara nodded.

"Save your energy, I'll bring you something to eat."

With her figure gone your eyes finally noticed your surroundings, the room was clean, a window cracked open letting fresh air in. The furniture, though scarce, was made of reddish wood, atop a low desk was a statue of the Shogun a little vase with lavender flowers next to her.

And returned she was, Sara came in holding a little table with five dishes, among them there was an egg roll bearing the electro sigil.

She sat it down in front of you, taking her place next to your futon.

"I must say I have a plethora of questions for you. Regardless, your recovery is the priority, here let me—" but you were already eating with the vigor of a starved wolf. Pausing for a minute when you heard her abrupt stop.

Remembering your manners you gave an apologetic smile "thank you".

"Don't mention it," she said before motioning you to continue "it's good to see you have an appetite, my name is Kujou Sara."

Well, you were glad to finally meet her. You'll have to introduce yourself and tell her what happened to you... as soon as you remember.

Sucrose

She's exploring on the field looking for new specimens to experiment on when she finds you.

Stance crooked, more than half of you is covered in moss and birds have made their nest in your outstretched palm. Curiously, only one finger stands up proudly while the rest are curled in.

"Fascinating..."

She approaches as if you'd come to life any second, careful to avoid the patch of mushrooms growing close by your legs, bleh.

Taking out a notebook she starts scribbling with great interest. Common moss from your shoes to your torso, the lichens there are not anything special either, what caught her attention was a lonely astilbe flower growing from your hood as dirt slowly gathered there over time.

It is a rather small and sturdy specimen with pale pink petals to match it.

With skilled hands she replanted the flower where it could thrive, taking a part of it for further examination.

"Here you go." She says, dusting off her gloves looking proud of her work.

She turns to head back toward her lab and mark you on her map. Only that when she does you're sitting down, your legs crossed, very much alive and breathing.

"WAAAAAA!"

She stumbles backward, landing on the forest floor looking at you with wide eyes, mouth agape.

"Hello" you raise your hand as if to wave, only to put it back down after "do you know where I am?" you ask. The fact you don't know your location not seeming to affect you very much.

"Y— You're alive"

"Clearly. Are you lost as well?"

She shakes her head, a nervous twitch in her ears matching her trembling fingers. Cute.

"Were you alive from the beginning? Is it a special ability? A defense mechanism perhaps?" Curiosity rests behind her round glasses, she tucks her legs close to sit more comfortably as you two converse.

"Nothing of the sort, I got trapped in 'undying ice' by a woman after I stumbled upon her and a bard talking," you say, eyes looking down as you pick at the moss on your clothes. It surely will take more than one good scrub to take it off.

Taking her pen out once again Sucrose started taking notes. Recreating this type of ice would be a massive discovery in bio-alchemy and a step closer to her wonderland.

"Do you perhaps know how she made it?" She asks, looking up from the notebook, her eyebrows furrowed.

"With her hands. Allegedly, she is a love goddess, and only 'my one true love can ever get me out of it'." You roll your eyes speaking with faux grandeur.

A bigger twitch in her ears, almost making them stand up. Eyes widening, her face reddening she adjusts her glasses.

"As if such a thing as a soulmate exists," you continue your little rant as poor Sucrose tried to gather herself.

Soulmates? You and her? Being busy with her studies all the time she never stopped to think about such things.

"So are you gonna tell me where we are or am I just going to go figure it out on my own?" You tell her as you stand up, a myriad of bones popping and cracking in your body as you stretch.

"We... we're in the outskirts of Mondstad," she says, catching up to guide you out of the forest before you have the chance to get yourself lost.

You hum in response before settling to walk beside her. "I'm S/O, by the by."

"Sucrose, nice to find you."

Fischl

She's read a book about it. A knight beyond this realm was sent on a mission to rescue a princess, now trapped in stone by the gods for intruding upon teyvat. Only the princess herself could rescue them.

Lo and behold the statue in Mondstad matched the sketch drawn in said book to perfection.

Why would the gods imprison you for trying to save someone? In the city of freedom, no less.

She couldn't possibly allow that to pass, it was her duty as a member of the adventurer's guild to free you, or so she told Oz.

Stepping into the garden, she could almost see your face from where it was hidden in your palms, your legs crossed resting on a stone pedestal. Judging by the moss at your feet this was a new implementation to preserve you.

She let her hand rest on one of your own, just what happened to you?

She gasped, eyes widening as the rock chipped at every corner and slowly you rose your head from your palms, rubble falling down your body like ashes. Tear-stained face peering into her own.

Your head tilted slightly as you rubbed your eyes, looking mystified by her.

"Princess?" You inquire in a hush, "What happened to your eye? Are you alright?" Before you could move to get down she raises a hand before you.

"Halt, you know who I am?"

"Are you not Princess Fischl?" You move your legs to dangle from the pedestal. "You sure look alike. She fled the castle and left me a note asking me to come find her here, she doesn't want to marry the prince her family betrothed her to." You explain while fiddling your fingers.

"What hath happened to thee then? wherefore w're thee a statue?"

There was a fond look in your eyes as you leaned forward.

"Why you speak like her as well, are you sure you're not my princess? Are you playing a trick on me, your royal highness?" You teased.

"I am not, anon answ'r mine own questions betimes thee knight!"

A gentle smile settled on your lips as you moved to the right, patting the place next to you "take a seat, I'll tell you everything mein fräulein."

Barbara

She remembers a young Jean telling her about the statue of the one who learned to fly, trapped in stone by Decarabian soon after.

Pax Ventus was the name inscribed at your feet, the legend came to be as a tale sung by bards throughout history.

The inventor who crafted the first glider in an attempt to escape oppression, to this day your statue carries your symbol of freedom.

After a particularly tiring day, Barbara went on a walk to her one quiet place, filled with memories of her early childhood.

"I'm just as tall as you now, maybe next year you'll be the short one." Talking with a statue wasn't the sanest activity, but you were in a quiet area rarely visited by others.

Looking down she could see vines have climbed up your legs, again, "Oh goodness, does nobody care for you? Don't worry, Barbara's here." She asked as she knelt to unwrap the leaf climbers.

She stood back up when your stone shell began to break, revealing a perfectly frozen-in-time you.

You tried to step but quickly figured your legs weren't cooperating.

"Careful!" Luckily Barabara swept in quickly, walking you to a nearby bench.

The sky is bright, warm weather, and lush greens? "Am I in heaven? Are you an angel?" You turned to the deaconess, a dazzled expression on your face.

"Oh no," she waved her hands in front of herself "You're in Mondstad, I'm Barbara, just a regular person." She specified with a curt smile.

"Mondstad? I'm from Mond but I've never seen it else than cold n' gloomy." You fiddle with the leaves of a nearby bush. "How long have I been trapped?"

"I'm afraid I don't know, you been here since I could remember Pax." She shook her head, folding her hands in her lap.

"Pax? My name is S/O," you raised an eyebrow, who would name their child Peace?

"Ah! I'm terribly sorry, I thought the writing there was your name," she explained pointing towards where you stood just minutes ago.

You pushed the laugh bubbling in your chest down, how could someone from Mond not know Latin?

"Mind helping me out of these?" You rolled your shoulders, the wings on your back moving in sync.

"Of course."

With a few instructions, together you managed to undo the harness, letting your back rest on the wooden bench.

"That's much better. I feel light as a feather now," you sighed, eyes closed as you enjoyed the warm sun.

You heard something clank to the pavement.

"Oh shit!"

Quickly going to inspect your equipment you raised in the air a strange greenish orb encased in a golden frame. "I didn't make this" You mumbled.

Barbara gasped, hands clasped at her mouth and eyes wide.

"Oh uh sorry, it just slipped," you raised your other hand in front of yourself with an apologetic smile, unaware of the importance of the object in your hands.

#genshin impact #ei x reader #kujou sara x reader #sara x reader #sucrose x reader #fischl x reader #barbara x reader #nothing like good old writing instead of procesing your emotions

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