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mar-s-bar-s · 1 year

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Appetiser

A dirty little Grimmjow x Reader fanfic

“Do you yield?” your voice, so distorted by your mask, was causing his face to become more and more flushed. His form struggled against you, so tired from playing his ace card only for it to fail.

“A futile struggle,” your voice piqued in amusement, which only made his face even hotter. With a dawning feeling of horror, he finally fully realised how much he desired you.

“Yield,” you commanded. “You’ve lost.”

He was slowly becoming dizzy from lack of air. His Pantera had left him. His blood was quickly rushing down, and he felt his dick grow hard. Fuck.

“I yield,” his concession was broken by a slight moan, which absolutely did not go unnoticed by you. Matter of fact, you could feel him beneath you. Your eyebrows raised in shock as he vainly tried to hide his flushing face from you.

In which a rematch with Grimmjow takes a very interesting turn!

GN!reader but mentions of dick (or strap if you wanna read it that way), Sub!Grimmjow

Warnings: violence, NSFW, swearing

“I’ll take him, Ichigo,” you were already unsheathing your zanpakutou while facing Grimmjow. The arid desert wastelands muffled Ichigo’s response as he flash-stepped to Orihime and Nel, presumably taking them somewhere safer. You put them out of your mind. Wherever he took them was up to his judgement, and you trusted his judgement.

“I hate fighting with a sword,” you groaned to yourself. Why the hell you volunteered to fight Grimmjow, you didn’t know.

Hot sun rays forced your eyelids into a squint as you sized your opponent up. He bared his teeth in a grin as you met his eyes.

“You’re not the one I wanted to fight, but you’ll do for an appetiser,” he cracked his neck and lunged at you without warning. You grunted as you took the force of his blow on the hilt of your blade. It was an annoying weapon. While immediately parrying, you sidestepped him and used his own force to throw him off-balance.

It would be a waste not to use this opportunity; with a precise slash, your sword managed to just barely scratch his Hierro. Still a cut nonetheless, you mused as you gave a few more experimental swipes with your blade. A zanpakutou was good for something, you supposed.

“Too slow,” Grimmjow’s eyes narrowed as he dodged the last few while stepping in closer and landing a shallow hit to your gut.

“Maybe take a look at yourself?” you suggested politely, gesturing to the several cuts you inflicted with the experimental barrage.

There wasn’t much time to waste fighting the sixth Espada, since your instincts were telling you shit was going down elsewhere. Baring your teeth, you released your Shikai and sped up your onslaught. Grimmjow parried them well, considering he was using his hands, but it wasn’t enough. With your steadily increasing power, your blade was gaining momentum.

You weren’t sure how long the battle lasted. After you released your Bankai and Grimmjow released his own zanpakutou, the flow of time seemed to decide to take leisurely stroll as the two of you exchanged heavy blows. After a few lucky hits from you to Grimmjow’s odd claw beams, they crumbled and he fell.

Well, it was a waste to let such a promising opponent fall and possibly die from his injuries, you thought to yourself. You flash-stepped down and caught him, before lowering him to the sandy ground.

“Heal up soon,” you shrugged and left to find Ichigo. But not before you patted his head and laughed at him.

Grimmjow’s last memory before passing out was your cackle as you mocked his earlier arrogance.

—-

“I want a rematch,” Grimmjow scowled at you in the grocery store. He was at your elbow for some reason, just as you were reaching for the fruit.

“What the fuck,” you squinted at him in confusion. “Why are you here?”

“For a rematch?” Grimmjow’s arms were crossed in frustration. His face was annoyed, as if he couldn’t believe you didn’t get the memo. But also, strangely, it was flushed, as if his head was about to explode.

“Aizen lost weeks ago?” You copied his stance. “Why are you here?”

“I don’t care that he lost,” Grimmjow snapped at you. “I want a rematch.”

“Yeah, but you lost as well, fair and square,” you argued. “Rematches are for those who actually have a chance.”

You were starting to get annoyed. It was your day off duty, and this little shit was trying to get you to fight him again. It was nice, however, to see that face again. Whoopee, he survived to fight with you another day. Still your day off though.

“No, I’ll beat you this time,” Grimmjow insisted.

“And you couldn’t send a message? A letter, even?” you retorted, grabbing a container of strawberries to put in your basket. “Why are you physically in the World of Living?”

“To fight?” Grimmjow’s response came after a brief pause, as if he had to genuinely think about it.

“You do realise the Soul Society has probably already realised your intrusion?” you prompted. He really was careless.

“I don’t care.” Or foolish.

“I’m not going to fight in the World of Living, and especially not on my day off,” you scowled as you handed him a pineapple to hold, which he didn’t seem to register as he glared back. Interesting.

“Then we can go to Hueco Mundo for a rematch,” he shrugged as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

“What part of ‘it’s my day off’ do you not understand?” you started walking to the checkout, with him tailing you like a lost dog, still holding the pineapple. “Also, why the hell would I go to Hueco Mundo again?”

“Then I’ll wait,” Grimmjow replied. “I won’t be satisfied if I don’t pulverise you at your full ability anyway.”

What kind of-

“A week,” you replied without fully thinking it through. “You’ll be pissing blood for a good century after I beat you.”

You took the pineapple from him and put it on the conveyor belt. Whoops. With a look at the cashier, you realised that you should have waited longer to give your reply, judging by her scandalised expression.

—-

Grimmjow’s blood heated up at the very thought of you as he paced in the remnants of his palace in Las Noches. His eyes hazed over with thoughts of winning the fight. Yet even after a good hour of daydreaming about beating you he still wasn’t satisfied.

Instead, his thoughts turned deeper inwards. His beating heart resounded throughout his body as he pictured you standing over him again. It was inexplicable. Why did his blood surge more when he imagined you victorious over him, rather than the other way round?

His breath became more laboured as he fully pictured it - you, zanpakuto at his neck, with his forearms in the dust of his own personal arena, as you had that gloating smile on your face. What the hell was going on?

Without realising it, his mind hadn’t become clouded with bloodlust, but its carnal evil twin. His chest rose up and down as his mind swam with scenarios of you. Why the fuck was he hard?

He had to beat you, he resolved. Whatever this was would be satisfied with his victory. Right?

—-

“You look happy to see me,” you cheerily cracked your knuckles as you entered Grimmjow’s little arena. His scowl had only deepened. “Weren’t you the one who invited me?”

“Don’t look so happy,” he snapped. “You’ll be beaten on the floor soon enough.”

Then, as if finally registering your appearance, his eyes widened minutely. “Where’s your sword?”

You grinned. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Take this seriously,” Grimmjow glared at you. “You’d better not use this as an excuse when you lose.”

“I am serious,” your tone was still playful, but a razor edge slipped into it. “You’re not winning this fight.”

“Aren’t you a Soul Reaper?” Grimmjow argued. His tone almost seemed petulant to your ears.

“No?” you let out a laugh. “You’ll see what I am soon enough.”

In truth, your own circumstances were similar to Ichigo’s. Just someone who had been given Soul Reaper powers and undergone Hollowfication. The key difference was, however, that your greater power was in your own body rather than your zanpakutou. Which meant, in essence, your fists were the mightiest, sexiest fists around.

“Are you ready?” your eyes flashed as you warned Grimmjow. “Can’t have you shitting your pants because of my unexpected attack.”

In response, he appeared close and struck you. Well, tried to. You, unencumbered by that bothersome sword, simply dodged and kicked him square in the chest.

He gasped out from the force of the blow. Yet he recovered rapidly and his hands went to his blade.

“Grind, Pantera,” he uttered. Taking his big guns out already? You shrugged. An earlier release meant less work for you in the end. And you hadn’t even needed your mask either yet.

“Release whatever other power you’re hiding,” his words had a rougher cadence to them now. Whoops, you were found out.

“Show me that you improved first,” you retorted. You would have to bring your mask out eventually in order to damage his Hierro. With your current state, you could only really bruise him internally.

His speed improved, you noted as he slashed towards you. You were a bit too slow in dodging, and a shallow cut stung your forearm. You let out a low whistle.

“Impressed?” his eyes gleamed. You didn’t bother discerning what that meant.

“No,” you smiled. Your legs swept out, fast, while he was still in range, knocking him off-balance.

While he toppled to the side, you grabbed his face and slammed him into the ground, with enough force to crack into the ground.

“I’ve been working on a new technique,” his words were slightly slurred, but still coherent. “By concentrating my Desgarrón’s claws in my hands, I can exponentially increase its output.”

Your eyes widened briefly as you realised. You felt him smirk as you watched as his hands flood with a blue light and strike you….

Or not. As the dust cleared and Grimmjow sat up in satisfaction, he saw your silhouette outlined in the dust. A trickle of fear emerged.

The sclera of your eyes were black as the sky in Las Noches. A ghostly white Hollow mask graced your face. It was demonic. Grimmjow realised just how screwed he was.

“I’m impressed,” your laugh reverberated in his ears, distorted by the mask. “You’ve actually forced me to bring my mask out.”

With an ungodly amount of speed you lunged at Grimmjow and pinned him down by the throat. The weight of your hand was heavy and Grimmjow felt his heart rate pick up. Not now, not now. You straddled him, and slowly but surely he felt an inkling of understanding as to what he was feeling.

“A futile struggle,” your voice piqued in amusement, which only made his face even hotter. With a dawning feeling of horror, he finally fully realised how much he desired you.

“Yield,” you commanded. “You’ve lost.”

He was slowly becoming dizzy from lack of air. His Pantera had left him. His blood was quickly rushing down, and he felt his dick grow hard. Fuck.

“Are you.. turned on by this?” you asked incredulously, in such disbelief that you let go of his neck.

“It’s not what it looks like,” he rushed to explain. His teeth were gritted, and his eyes were hazed over with what could only be lust.

“Do you want me to help you?” you offered. Seeing the former Espada so pathetic beneath you awoke something in you.

“No,” he blurted out. With a shrug, you started to get off him, before he grabbed your arm and pulled you back down.

“Please,” he said in a low voice. That was enough. Your smile widened beneath your mask.

“Don’t you have anywhere a little more clean?” you stood up and helped Grimmjow up. His boner was painfully obvious, and you wanted to take your time with him.

“Yeah,” he almost whimpered as he answered. Oh, you were going to enjoy this. The arrogant Arrancar was practically cumming in his pants and you hadn’t even begun to touch him yet.

He led you up to the top floor of his palace, where there was a huge bed in view, and behind that, a shower.

You grabbed his hand and took him to the shower. His hand was warm, like really warm. You stifled a smile at his flushed countenance.

“Strip,” you commanded. At your command, he removed his bloodied jacket and slowly untied the sash holding his hakama up. Once the hakama was off, you grinned at what you saw.

You needed to undress too, and Grimmjow’s usual scowl was gone as he watched, enraptured by your movements. You lithely slipped out of your fighting garments and released the mask from your face. All to kiss him better, you mused.

You stepped into the large shower, beckoning for him to join you as you turned the shower on.

“If you don’t want to continue, or you find yourself uncomfortable any time, just tell me to stop and I will, okay?” you told him.

“I do want to continue, “ Grimmjow’s eyes were sincere as he said it. “Please.”

Well, that was hard to resist. Your mouth curled up as your hand made its way to his waist. His skin was so warm, and he groaned when your cold hands touched him there. With your other hand, you guided his chin and kissed him.

He kissed you back feverishly. He was inexperienced, you realised. His kisses were desperate and you felt his hands roam over your back and neck. You smirked into the kiss and pulled his waist towards you. The immediate friction of his dick against your body had an overwhelming effect on him and he let out a wanton moan. His hips started rolling against you to relieve that feeling he felt, but you kept his hips in place to prevent him.

“I’ll take care of you,” you told him, moving your lips to his neck, sucking and marking him up. Whatever Arrancars saw him tomorrow would know exactly what transpired. Already marks were forming as he tried to muffle his moans with his mouth.

“Don’t restrain yourself,” you breathed right by his ear. “I want to hear you.”

With that, you moved to mark his chest with kisses. While doing so, you moved your hands towards his dick. You felt his breath hitch as your fingers ghosted over the length, and his groans were fucking music to your ears. Your mouth started to pay attention to his nipples as your hands teased him, and he whimpered. A string of broken moans left him as you swirled your tongue around them while applying more pressure to his dick, which was already being stimulated with the pelting shower water.

“I’m going to-” his words were choked out by a long moan as his dick stiffened and let out ropes of white cum, which mingled with the shower water.

“Good boy,” you murmured at his jaw, and he let out another strangulated moan. Interesting. You reached for the soap and cleaned the two of you up, before grabbing a towel and stepping out with him.

“Bed,” you led him towards the massive king-sized bed in the middle of the room, with the floor to ceiling windows showing you the bleak view of Hueco Mundo’s black skies.

“We’re not done?” Grimmjow’s voice was weaker than his normal arrogant cadence, and you mentally patted yourself on the back.

“No,” you smirked at him. “I’m going to have you screaming my name.”

You watched his chest pick up in its pace. Then, you pushed him on his back onto his bed, propped up on his elbows.

“Suck,” your fingers ghosted over his lips, and his eyes widened. You waited for a snarky comment, but nothing. He obediently opened his mouth and sucked your fingers, swirling his tongue around them and making sure to thoroughly coat them in saliva. He could really use his mouth, you thought, but dismissed it as you took your fingers out. A thin strand of saliva joined his lips and your fingers, and you felt your own arousal spike.

“Good,” you praised him, feeling his soft dick stiffen again. Very interesting. Your fingers found his ass, and you felt his body stiffen in surprise.

“What are you doing?” Grimmjow asked with his eyes narrowed.

“Trust me, okay?” you replied, leaning in to kiss his mask. Your fingers slipped inside of him and he let out the loudest moan yet.

“Fuck,” he let out as you scissored him open slowly, kissing his chest again. Your fingers were searching, searching for that sweet spot.

His breathing became laboured and his chest was coated in sweat as your fingers picked up their pace. You sincerely hoped he had no neighbours as he moaned out. You felt your desire rise and heart rate intensify as he came again, splattering his chest and sheets with white.

“I want you,” his hands found your chest and trailed down. His own dick had already stiffened again. You supposed Arrancar recovery periods were different from human ones, but damn, that was quick.

“You’ll get me,” you replied, spitting on your dick and pumping it a few times. You kissed Grimmjow as you slipped inside of him, and you felt him let out a heavy moan into your mouth.

His walls tightened around you as you rocked your hips into him. You let out a groan as you saw his back arch. He was so tight. You picked up the pace, watching his body greedily as his ass and tits jiggled with each thrust.

“I’m going to fill you up with my cum,” you groaned, feeling his chest rise and fall even faster.

“Fuck,” Grimmjow gasped out, his eyes slits and his face coated in sweat.

You slowly felt your climax approaching. Whimpers met your ears as you picked up the pace, and before long, Grimmjow was screaming your name at your rougher thrusts.

“Fuck, yes,” he cried out, for all of Las Noches to hear. His tip was a furious red and you grabbed his ass to angle his hips up to hit his sweet spot better.

His moans drove you over the edge and you came in him, releasing your load. With a string of broken moans at the hot cum inside him, Grimmjow’s back arched and he also came for a third time, overstimulated by the feeling.

Your hips slowed their pace, and you watched your dick slip in and out of Grimmjow slowly, mesmerised by the slow stream of cum leaking out of his hole. His whorish moans gradually lost their volume and turned into whimpers as you stayed in him. Your fingers scooped up some of your come and held it out to his lips.

He opened his lips and sucked on your fingers once more, tasting the salt and you and you found yourself stiffening in him once more at the sight of him.

The sensation was all too much for him and he felt his mind completely turn white with pleasure. Tears ran down his face from your fingers in his mouth and the inexplicable full feeling he felt. This was pure and utter satisfaction, he felt.

“You’re such a good boy, letting me use you like that,” you kissed his jaw, biting and sucking.

“Yes, thank you,” Grimmjow sobbed out. The pleasure was intoxicating as you stayed in him to make sure the cum would remain in him.

“You were a delicious appetiser,” you praised him. He whimpered in response.

“Let’s repeat this again,” you whispered in his ear. His back arched at the sensation. “You can be the main course next time.”

Finally, finally, you pulled out and watched all that cum gush out of him and onto his sheets. He let out a pitiful moan at the loss of fullness, but you simply kissed him once again.

“Let’s get ourselves cleaned up again,” you said softly, mesmerised by how beautiful he looked with his hair all messed up, bruised lips and his chest and jaw all marked up in purple.

As you lifted him up to take him to the showers again, you couldn’t help but thank whatever higher forces there were for your decision to fight Grimmjow that fateful day in Hueco Mundo.

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The greatest song ever written was conjured by an Italian for a scene in a Western filmed in Spain where a Polish man pretending to be a Mexican bandit does a gay little run through a graveyard for three and a half minutes uninterrupted

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mar-s-bar-s · 2 years

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The Great Detective

Heizou takes you out on a date because you're leaving for a long and perilous journey basically.

genderneutral!reader, who is not traveler

The wind dances around you and Heizou as you two sit near the maples in Ritou. Scarlet leaves are torn from their branches but sway to a gentle stop at your feet. You glance at the detective beside you before deciding to speak.

“I’m going on a long and perilous journey tomorrow,” you casually state. It’s early in the morning after a case was just concluded, so there aren’t too many people around. Your words therefore bounce around the harbour before reaching Heizou’s ears.

His eyes widen in shock when the words register. You probably should’ve let him know sooner but with a major case occupying your thoughts, it just slipped out of your thoughts. He offered to let you stay with him during your stay in Inazuma and the two of you had become close work partners and roommates, so you really do regret not informing him sooner. Alas, it can’t be helped.

The silence draws out for far too long. You watch his brows scrunch together in confusion, maybe anger. Maybe even disappointment. He gazes at you for a moment longer.

“In that case, let’s spend this last day enjoying ourselves before you leave,” his voice is devoid of negative inflections. He plasters an amicable smile on his face before standing up and brushing himself off. His hand is offered to you to help you up, and you grasp it as you help yourself out of the little corner you two were in. It’s warm and comfortable within your palm. Reluctantly, you slip your hand out of his.

“Alright, where do you want to take me?” you inquire with a cheery smile on your face. Heizou’s eyes drift away from you, no doubt thinking up a grand plan. In less than half a minute, he snaps those magic fingers that indicate the conclusion of his thinking.

“For breakfast, we’ll go to some of the food stalls in Ritou to sample some food. Then before lunch, we can walk around because I heard there were some temporary puzzle rooms installed nearby by some Fontaine inventor. Then for lunch, we’ll head up to the city food stalls. Afterwards we can take a walk. The evening is a mystery,” Heizou winks at you and grins. His smile falters for a bit. “Won’t you need to pack today?”

“I’ll pick up some stuff while I’m there,” you shrug the question away. “You’ll have me for the whole day.”

“Alright,” Heizou offers you his hand. You take it, once again savouring the warmth of his grasp. “I don’t want you to get lost.”

He lets out a small laugh and you do too. The two of you relish in the crisp morning air of Ritou, eating your fill and sharing different foods from stalls. A short while later, the puzzle rooms are found and entered.

The room is triple locked from the inside, and the Fontaine inventor simply gives the two of you a cheery wave before assuring you they still have the outside key if need be. Heizou pulls you inside with flushed cheeks and a sparkle in his eye.

“Two of my favourite things in the world before me,” Heizou glances at you. His hand is still locked with yours, fingers entangled together. You pull him slightly more towards you, leaning towards his ear to mimic his flirtatious attitude.

“One of my favourite things stands before me also,” you draw away from him, victoriously noting the flush on his face from your proximity. “Let’s get out of here.”

Heizou nods, surveying the surroundings. The flush on his cheeks is still present, and you smile before looking around yourself. There are three locks, so three different mysteries to search for. One lock is a key lock, one needs a numeric pattern inputted, and the other has patterned rings. Warm lamps illuminate the rooms in a yellow glow. The soft light bounces off the bookshelves and the table present, as well as other miscellaneous children’s toys strewn around the room. There is a notebook, pen and a jug of water and two glasses present on the table for visitors.

“We’ll get out faster if we look for clues independently,” Heizou sighs. “That means, I need to let go of you.”

“You can have my hand back after we’re out,” you suggest.

“Now I have something to work for,” Heizou slips his hand out of yours and examines the bookshelf.

“I’ll start with the bookshelf 1 and you look at bookshelf 2. We’ll cross examine the clues after, then the tables and objects scattered. We’re looking for a key and patterns,” you tell Heizou, who nods back in confirmation.

Upon further inspection, the books on the shelf are all light novel volumes, of varying genres. You pull out the first volume, and it’s a novel of a superhero based on the cover. Skimming through the pages, and they’re all blank. The next novel, as well. You make a wild guess and assume the rest will be blank as well, but it doesn’t hurt to check for clues. You look through the other two dozen novels, and they’re all blank. No hidden compartments on the actual shelf either, and you can’t move the furniture to check either as the owner specified before the two of you went in.

“All blank?” you call across the room. Heizou nods back, but he also holds up a key.

“There was a secret compartment in my shelf. I’ll attempt to open the first lock,” Heizou tells you. He walks over to the door and tries to turn the key but it remains shut. You gaze around the room for anything else that the key could open, before spotting a music box nestled behind a teddy bear.

“Try the music box,” you stride over to the music box and scoop it up, before handing it to Heizou. The key fits and the box springs open, revealing a small dancer within, but when examined closely, nothing else except some white fur. You glance over at the teddy bear, but the fur is a maroon.

“The stuffing,” Heizou realises. You agree, nothing else in the room could be the source of that fur, as the only remaining miscellaneous toys within the room are temari balls and different game boards. Luckily, the bear has a concealed zipper, so there is no need to brutally slash it open. The key is found nestled safely within the stuffing, and when Heizou uses it on the lock, a satisfying click is heard.

The two of you let out a small cheer before looking around again. You look at the water and notebook and then at Heizou, who nods. A classic. Heizou pours some of the water into the glass before pouring a bit onto the notebook, which reveals a four-digit string of numbers. You quickly input the information into the second lock, which opens successfully.

“Done and dusted,” you grin at Heizou. “The next lock is about to get busted as well.”

The next ten minutes pass fruitlessly. The two of you don’t find further clues.

“We forgot to cross-examine the shelves,” you cover your face with a hand before moving to the bookshelf Heizou was working on.

“Man alive, we did. What if we missed something and we were too preoccupied with the key to notice?” Heizou exclaims before swiftly moving to examine the other bookshelf.

A minute or so in, and in the fifth novel you flip through, you absentmindedly stop skimming through and carefully observe the blank pages. There’s a slight discoloration, and when you reach towards the patch of shadow, there’s an indented three shapes.

“Heizou!” you call out his name, going over to him with the book. “There’s a number here.”

You open up the book further to see the embossed shapes within. It’s done near the margin, so easy to miss.

Heizou shakes his head with a smile on his face. “I can’t believe I missed that.”

You walk over to the lock, but it requires four symbols and the book only has three. You shake your head at Heizou, and the two of you examine the bookshelves further before concluding that nothing else was found.

“Nothing,” you groan with frustration. “Only that pattern.”

“There’s something that we need to do with that,” Heizou’s eyes drift to a corner, no doubt thinking. Meanwhile, your train of thought finally arrives somewhere. Why were all the novels on the shelves blank? To shift focus away from the actual contents, and observe what? The actual novels? Light novels. Light. You’ve got it. You mimic Heizou’s snap to get his attention.

“Light novels,” you blurt out. “We haven’t examined the lamps at all.”

Heizou’s eyes widen. “You’re right. Some of these wall lamps should have some sort of ring to indicate a pattern needing to be inputted.”

The two of you split up to examine the wall lamps. You see one that has subtle rings on the attachment to the wall, and you gesture over Heizou. After he comes over, you slide the rings in place and the rest of the lights go dark except that one. The wall lamp’s bulb points to the wall and you hear lenses snap into place. The wall shows the four symbols, as projected by the lens over the bulb, and you let out a small cheer.

“Go input the symbols,” you tell Heizou with a huge smile on your face. Laughter bubbles up in you when you hear that jubilatory click of the third and final lock before the two of you get out.

“We did it!” Heizou retakes your hand joyously. “That was excellent deduction on your part. It would’ve taken me significantly longer to work out the abstracts of the puzzle.”

The Fontaine inventor receives their pay for use of the room and expresses their surprise at the speed at which the two of you got out.

“Normally, they take a lot longer,” they explain with a smile on their face. “You guys set a new record.”

You only smile at Heizou who smiles back. After the two of you exit the rooms, Heizou spins to you with an inquisitorial look.

“Do I get a prize for being a great detective?” Heizou looks at you earnestly. You decide to humour him.

“What kind of prize would you like?” you tease. “O great detective?

“More affection from you,” Heizou requests. “Like a hug or…”

“Or this?” you lean in and kiss his cheek. Instantly, his cheeks flare up a dark pink.

“Or that,” he says breathily. “You are going on a journey soon, after all.”

You lean in and kiss his other cheek. “Another for luck.”

His face is now almost completely tinged with a vibrant scarlet.

“I am extremely lucky,” Heizou says, slightly shakily. “I don’t even believe in luck.”

“Let’s eat,” you wink at him, turning his flirtatious nature back on him.

The two of you spend lunch once again sharing food from the stalls and trying out different delicacies, this time significantly closer than before. It leaves a warm feeling in your stomach and it’s relaxing listening to Heizou’s anecdotes. Before long, it’s evening in Inazuma and you’ve already spent some time traversing from the city to the beaches along the length of Inazuma’s coastline.

The two of you are soon at an island you’ve never visited before. It’s warm, and filled with vibrant ribbons and stalls selling festival gifts and decorations. The cool twilight sky contrasts the warm orange lights set up around the island. Myriads of hues greet your eyes as you look around. Souvenirs and gorgeous masks are set up nearby.

Smoky air and sweet desserts perfume the air, the scents coalescing into the divine smell of summer. Sakura petals dot the skies and the ground, adding another layer to all the scents. Heizou hangs on to your arm, pressing himself into your side as he points out all the hidden aspects of the decorations.

“This is Amakane Island,” he whispers into your ear. It’s now your turn to feel your face heat up by his proximity. He doesn’t move much further away from you after he speaks. Instead, his body has almost melted into yours as he leads you up the slope of the island, away from the bustling of people lower down.

A secluded grotto presents itself on the very top of the slope. A blanket has been laid down on the emerald grass, and carefully set upon it are different types of delicacies from your travels. Rosy pink lights cast illumination onto the blanket below, and subsequently you and Heizou, who’s pulled you down with him onto the blanket.

“How did you enjoy your day?” Heizou asks you softly. His gaze is turned towards you as the two of you lounge against each other.

“It was lovely,” you admit. “You sure know how to make me happy.”

“It’s not over yet,” Heizou informs you. “Look at the sky.”

Quizzically, you turn to look at the dark canvas of the sky. Pops of fireworks begin blossoming into the frame. A kaleidoscope of colours paints itself onto the midnight blue, dazzling you and showering you both in magnificent, vibrant hues of light.

“This is wonderful,” you move even closer towards Heizou. He’s warm, and breathing rapidly, you note. Your eyes are still affixed to the bright lights, however. “How did you organise all of this?”

“Some things are better left as a mystery- ” Heizou replies, resting his head on your shoulder. “-my dear partner.”

“I could kiss you right now,” you glance towards Heizou with a small smile on your face.

“Do it,” Heizou challenges; you pull him in using his collar and enjoy his widened eyes before your lips meet. He tastes sweet, just like the strawberries he was eating before. One of your hands is in his hair, the other on his neck. As you tug on his hair to lean his head back slightly, he lets out a breathy groan. You relish in the sound, deepening the kiss and pulling on his hair slightly to hear more of that noise.

When the two of you finally break apart, you smirk at his flushed face; it’s almost completely red.

“I didn’t know you were into that,” you tease him, leaning in towards his ear. Your voice is a playful whisper, and you observe his shivers as the sound reaches him.

“More,” Heizou pleads. His voice is strangled, and it only widens your smile. You oblige, pulling his waist towards you and leaving scorching kisses under his jaw, making sure to leave marks. You unbutton his shirt slightly to give yourself more space, trailing your lips over his skin towards his collarbone, before marking it up.

All throughout this you’re arching his back by gently tugging on his hair, and he’s enjoying every second of it, judging by the groans he’s letting out. You pull back a few seconds later to admire your handiwork. Heizou’s neck and jaw blossom with light pink marks, soon to become darker kisses. His face retains that gorgeous crimson flush on the cheeks, and his mouth is slightly ajar. His pupils are completely dilated and you adore that expression he’s wearing.

“Want to go home?” you ask him ever so softly. “We can continue at your apartment.”

You’ve never seen him move so fast to get ready, and it almost makes you laugh. Just kidding, you do giggle at the way he adjusts his hair and packs up the food and blanket.

When the two of you get back, he’s barely set the belongings down before he turns to you to make your move. Your earlier smirk returns as you slowly make your way towards him, before you caress his waist and press him into the wall.

Your lower body holds him steady against the wall so you move one hand back into his hair. His legs wrap around your waist and his hands hook behind your neck. Oh he’s really enjoying this, you note, before your lips once again meet. Heizou’s groans are muffled by your lips, his noises lost in you. You can’t keep your smile off your face for long as he keeps pressing his body closer towards you.

As his lips draw back to catch air, you start kissing the other side of his jaw. Small kisses at first, then you decide to mark up the other side as well. You suck on the skin, and all throughout it Heizou’s trying to keep his mouth shut. Out of embarrassment, maybe?

“I like hearing you,” your hand moves from his hair to his cheek, and you cup it as you tell him. You place your thumb on his lower lip and he opens his mouth again, and you savour his groans as you keep kissing his jawline.

“I really like you,” Heizou’s confession is punctured by breathy noises as you continue kissing him.

“Oh yeah? I really like you too,” you take a moment to look at him to admit it. He looks divine; his lips are swollen, his hair is messy and out, and his neck is starting to bloom with dark purple kisses.

You’re really enjoying this as well.

By the time the two of you are tired, his upper chest is covered with assorted marks, and your neck has a few as well. He offers to share a bed with you, strictly sleeping of course, and you accept after getting ready for sleep.

“Goodnight,” he whispers, and you repeat it before falling soundly asleep.

The next morning, you wake up to Heizou slumbering in your embrace. Your legs are tangled with his and his hand is holding yours. Your arms are wrapped around him and his back is facing you. He’s extremely comfortable, you admit to yourself.

“Rise and shine, sleepy,” you press a small kiss to the nape of his neck, brushing away his hair from his face.

“Morning,” he replies groggily. “That was the best night I’ve had in a while.”

“That’s good to hear,” you start to move around to get up but Heizou pulls you back down.

“Stay with me for a bit longer before you leave,” he pleads, and who are you to say no?

You lie back down, draping yourself over him, and it’s comfortable. Quiet. Enjoyable. You really do adore him, you realise, as you know you don’t want to be away from him for long.

Some time passes with him talking about an upcoming case and soon, it’s time to leave. You get ready and hoist on your shoes and jacket, and grab a basket.

“Where are you going? I’ll send you letters daily,” Heizou asks you as he helps you get organised.

“What do you mean?” your face is completely quizzical.

“Aren’t you going on that long and perilous journey?” Heizou’s expression looks as if he thinks you’ve lost your marbles.

“To the market? Have you ever been in that dangerous morning rush for food?” It seems like your casual demeanour about your journey has finally made sense to Heizou as his mouth gapes open slightly.

“It’s also my turn to get groceries,” you add on helpfully.

“I knew that,” Heizou says, all abashed.

“Great detective, my ass,” you tease him. “It was a lovely date you took me on yesterday though.”

“Yes, it was,” Heizou replies, shaking his head with a smile. “Can you get me some chicken?”

“Of course,” you kiss his cheek and step out of the apartment. “I’ll get you anything you want.”

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the two times you held thoma by the waist

listen i may not feel romantic attraction that often but i sure wanna romance thoma thoma x gn!reader you’re close friends who are comfortable with physical affection (friends to lovers <3) warnings: quite suggestive, spoilers for inazuma archon quest (both apply to #2), also there's a swear said by thoma in #2 but not directed at anyone

going through a bit of writer's block atm so it is a bit shorter than the kaeya one, but i'll likely be writing for thoma a lot so it balances out

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#1: while he’s cleaning:

your breath mists out in the chill of the early morning. the autumn air brings forth the smell of woodsmoke and the creeping winds of winter, yet you are unaffected by the slightly frigid breeze as you wrap thoma’s jacket around yourself. is your warmth due to the crimson fabric enveloping you, or the proximity of the kamisato housekeeper as he sweeps the floor of the estate whilst humming? you ignore the possibility of the latter option, instead choosing to focus on the aforementioned housekeeper.

thoma’s eyes flicker to you every now and then; his eyes pick up the way you lean against the wall lazily, entranced by your languid movements as you shift around. maybe it was a mistake to lend you his jacket; the carmine material draped casually over your shoulders serves as a constant reminder that you’re not his. his breath hitches in his throat as you meet his gaze. you’ve caught him watching you. a dark blush blooms on his cheeks as you look on with mirth in your stare.

“how about a break?” you push yourself off the wall as you notice him finishing sweeping. you come closer to him. he smells like caramel and faint traces of woodsmoke: the smell of autumn.

“you’ve finished your morning chores, haven’t you?”his eyes soften as he looks at you. delicate shades of red still adorn his cheeks; your proximity is not helping the blush fade.

“i suppose a break wouldn’t be so bad,” thoma replies softly, not wanting to shatter the early morning quiet. “It’s important to take rests, after all. want to join me?”

you don’t reply for a few moments, instead taking his broom from him and storing it in the cleaning cupboard. as you return, you ease your hands around his waist in a back hug.

“can we stay like this for a bit?” your voice is muffled slightly. “it’s been a while since i’ve last hugged you.”

“at least let me hug you back,” thoma lets out a small laugh.

you turn him around and lean into his neck, electing to rest your hands on the slopes of his waist, right above his hips. his own arms pull you into an embrace by placing them on your shoulders. he’s unsurprisingly warm, and the cozy fleece of his black undershirt makes for a perfect resting spot.

“perfect,” you breathe out against his neck. it wouldn’t hurt to stay like this for a while, to waste some of the morning away.

#2: during the vision hunt decree (bit suggestive)

the taste of iron fills your mouth as you run from the shogunate whilst tugging thoma along. every now and then you look back at his face; his expression is still slightly vacant, as if processing the events of the day. no wonder, after the raiden shogun almost took his vision. luckily you and the traveler managed to untie thoma from the merciless grasp of the archon, before splitting up to confuse the soldiers.

the streets of inazuma are a maze filled with crowds of people looking to buy fresh produce from the morning markets. you slip into the alleyways, desperately thinking of shortcuts to komore teahouse. you know it’s only a matter of time before the shogunate are patrolling everywhere, but their forces are limited either way. the two of you need to bide your time before making an attempt to enter the teahouse.

this alleyway is darkened, and provides a direct pathway to the teahouse. the two of you are in the middle of the pathway when you notice the outlines of the shogunate at both ends of the pathway, luckily not looking directly at the alleys, instead searching the crowds. you know it won’t last, and instead of moving further, you turn to look at thoma with a question.

“are you okay with me kissing you?” you inquire. your plan is simple: look like a young couple in the darkened alleyway and hope the shogunate doesn’t choose to investigate the alleyway further if they spot the two of you. from a distance it should just look like two lovers kissing in the darkened pathway.

thoma’s eyes widen in surprise as he processes your words. your proximity to him allows you to glimpse the red hues emerging on his face as he nods, visibly flustered.

you press him against the wall gently, concealing his appearance by the multitude of pipes that line the walls of the shops. your hands carefully hold his hips as you lean against him and kiss him. he soon catches on and eases his hands around the back of your neck to pull you into him more. thoma kisses you with fervor. his lips taste as saccharine as honey as he leans into you.

you hear some of the shogunate turn out of the alley in disgust at the public display of affection, not looking too closely at who the perpetrators are. your plan worked. yet you don’t stop kissing him, only pulling away as he moves for air. thoma’s neck is exposed to you, and so you decide to kiss him there whilst he gets some air. you leave a burning trail of kisses from his jaw to his collarbone, kissing him like he’s the nectar of the gods.

your left hand moves from his hip to his thigh, lifting it up to the side so you can move even closer to thoma. he lets out a small groan that’s almost sinful, before meeting your lips with his with almost bruising pressure.

“fuck,” he sighs into you. “we really should get to the teahouse.”

his lips are visibly red when you pull back, neck adorned with faint marks you know you’ll see more clearly soon. messy golden hair and flushed face; he’s beautiful.

“yeah,” you whisper as you let go of his body. “we should.”

“we could continue later?” thoma suggests with a small smile. he adjusts his gloves and offers you his hand.you take his hand, raising it to kiss the back of it. as your lips brush over it, you watch the flush on his face deepen into a darker red.

“yeah,” you mirror his smile. “we could.”

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of sunstone m.list

summary: as the sun god, your duties are lonely; days spent driving the sun chariot for countless years rob you of companions. except one, morax. befriending him before the cataclysm, your time is cut short and you are cursed to become a ghost of who you once were. brief friendships means nothing in the piercing sunlight.

basically me tying greek myths to genshin

pairing: zhongli x gn!god!reader (reader’s title is ‘helios’ - it’s not your actual name, like the title ‘morax’)

warnings: major lore of teyvat spoilers, they/them pronouns used for reader, mentions of loss and death, graphic violence (chapter 2/4), angst to fluff

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of sunstone (4/4)

basically me tying greek myths to genshin

pairing: zhongli x gn!god!reader (reader’s title is ‘helios’ - it’s not your actual name, like the title ‘morax’)

warnings: major lore of teyvat spoilers, they/them pronouns used for reader, mentions of loss and death, graphic violence (chapter 2/4), angst to fluff

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The next morning you’re awoken by hurried knocks on your door: Aether’s slower, almost apologetic knock, and Paimon’s hurried, urgent knock. It carries on until you get out of bed with a sigh and open the door, still dressed in the style of robes you’ve worn for millennia.

“We’d like to invite you for tea with us!” Paimon chirps out, holding out a leaflet for a tavern called Third-Round Knockout. You cross your arms.

“Pretty please? With sunsettias on top?” Paimon bats her eyelashes, and you simply wonder what sort of set-up this is.

“You won’t regret it,” Aether promises - with that, you find yourself writing out a quick note in case Xiao wonders where you went. It’s hard to refuse the persuasive young traveler; you have nothing better to do than grieve anyway.

An hour’s walk later and the three of you are seated in a cosy alcove in the tavern. The dim yellow lamps vaguely prompt an unbidden memory to the forefront of your mind; another alcove bathed in soft lamplight, and the figure of the god you fell in love with.

“One of our friends will be joining us soon,” Aether mentions casually whilst munching on some snacks, offering the bag to Paimon. “I hope that’s all right?”

“I don’t mind,” you reply, shrugging it off. “Is there any particular reason for bringing me out here?”

“Paimon wanted to ask some questions!” Paimon declares. “You see, we’re looking for his twin, and we’re talking to people who are powerful to see if they can help.”

“Paimon..” Aether sighs in slight frustration. “This isn’t the only reason, although it is true I had some questions.”

There’s nothing better to do - therefore you simply gesture in a way that suggests ‘go on’.

“Are you a god?” Paimon begins immediately. Their eyes shine with curiosity, and you find yourself wanting to share some of the answers. You nod in response.

“This god?” Paimon shoves a book onto your lap: it contains illustrations of you centuries ago, standing with Morax. “Helios?”

“I don’t use that title these days,” you shrug, repeating the name you chose for yourself. “This is what I prefer to be called, as my duty as the God of the Sun has evolved. That title never really felt comfortable.”

“I understand,” Aether nods in agreement. “It suits you.”

“How come you’re still alive, if this says you died?” Paimon tilts her head in curiosity. Aether gives them a scolding look, before bowing his head slightly in apology.

“Sorry,” Paimon says. Your expression softens slightly, and you turn your face away when you next speak.

“I can’t disclose exactly how; just know that I was reborn in the sun,” your explanation is brief - you don’t want to remember it in detail.

“Who is this friend of yours?” you inquire, eager to move on.

“Mr. Zhongli,” Aether informs you, catching onto your eagerness quickly. “He’s the consultant at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlour. I think you’d get along quite well with him.”

“How sure are you?” you wonder aloud, gazing at your teacup.

“Very,” Aether replies solemnly. “In fact, that should be him coming towards us.”

A low voice greets the table - oddly familiar in the cadence. You glance up at the stranger staring at you with deep golden eyes; they contain a similar seriousness to them that you’ve seen before. He’s passed, you remind yourself, before focusing on your tea again.

“Do you find the tea to your liking?” Zhongli settles down in the seat next to you, blowing on the surface of the tea poured out for him by Aether. It’s almost painful; this man sounds so similar to Morax, yet you know that spark of hope will just be quickly extinguished soon enough.

“Yes,” you reply, sipping slowly from your own teacup. “It’s excellent.”

“I see,” he observes you with a scrutinising stare. Amber eyes bore into you as you close your eyes briefly in satisfaction of the hot tea. “I notice you’re reading upon the history of Liyue?”

Glancing down briefly, you note that the book Paimon shoved onto your lap is still on there; it is closed shut, thankfully.

“Just revisiting what I already know,” you shrug. It’s a half-truth. You were there at the founding of Liyue; there is no need to study it.

“Are you enjoying your stay here?” Zhongli continues his conversation with you as if you were the only two people in the room. He leans slightly closer to you; a small bubble is created out of the space shared. Aether and Paimon watch the scene with barely contained glee.

“I have to leave with Paimon,” Aether interrupts quietly. “I forgot to do my commissions! Silly me. I do hope you escort them back to Wangshu Inn, Zhongli.”

“That wouldn’t be a problem, as long as you’re comfortable with it,” Zhongli tilts his head at you in question. His amber eyes flicker, as if in deep thought.

“I am,” you reply. Your emotions are warring within you. Grief battles with hope in a neverending fight. You barely notice Aether and Paimon leaving in a giggling mess.

“I’ve only been here for a short period in this current time,” you respond to his previous question; eyes focusing on nothing as you wonder how to adequately phrase your next words. “I suppose something happened a short while ago, before I arrived, that has put the city on edge.”

“You would be correct,” Zhongli inclines his head. “I do hope this doesn’t leave a sour taste in your mouth - arriving in the aftermath of Osial’s defeat could put a damper on most people’s visits.”

“On the contrary,” you remark with a lazy smile. “I am no stranger to fights.”

Both of you are dancing around the questions you’d like to ask each other. It’s tantalizing; the other clearly knows something, yet the two of you simply overlook that.

“Would you enjoy an evening walk with me before we head to Wangshu Inn?” Zhongli offers amiably. “Liyue Harbor awakens at night - it is one of the most beautiful sights to witness, in my opinion. I can always arrange a room for you here if you tire.”

“A walk sounds wonderful,” you take his offered hand and the two of you leave the tavern. Zhongli’s right; the city at night is illuminated by a kaleidoscope of colors. Merchants’ wares decorate the streets with an array of dazzling items. It’s filled with crowds doing last minute shopping - Mora ringing out as it is exchanged.

The purpose of this excursion is not lost on you. You feel your mind fitting together pieces of this puzzle together; you watch Zhongli out of the corner of your eye as the two of you walk through the people. The crowd dwindles as the two of you reach the edge of the harbor.

A gentle breeze wafts the scent of glaze lilies into the air. It’s a lot less loud than it is at the harbor; here, the only thing heard is the rustle of grass and the steady pace of steps kept up by you and Zhongli.

Zhongli. The enigma of a man walks slightly behind you - your arm is still tucked into the crook of his elbow, so he can’t get too far ahead. Your eyes trace his profile; the way his jaw is set and his amber eyes look forward remind you so much of-

“Morax,” you taste the name you’ve almost forgotten. You savour it. It’s been over five hundred years since it last escaped your weary, bloodstained lips. Five hundred years spent driving the sun chariot, five centuries of observing Teyvat through glazed-over eyes, in a perpetual dream. The man in front of you pauses in step, head tilted as he looks back slowly. Eyes half-lidded as they almost glow gold. They pierce you with a sharp gaze, yet you gaze back, searching for a god in this mortal body.

“Morax,” his name escapes your lips once again as you tentatively approach him, your mind racing feverishly. Nervousness. What if you’re mistaken? Is this really the god you once loved?

“I go by Zhongli nowadays,” he tells you, voice wavering slightly as surprise flutters on his face like a butterfly, the wings of shock not yet settling in. The revelation feels almost empty, as if it’s all just a dream you’ve conjured up for yourself after bearing the burden of steering the sun. Still, you’d have expected an onslaught of emotions, yet you feel muted, as though they are hidden away in a place inaccessible by you.

“The name Morax is a heavy one after all,” you look away from his figure, stomach churning with nervousness, almost. It’s been five centuries, four of which he had believed that you had passed on. Trancelike observations from the sky of the many statues of your likeness that have been carefully constructed by his watchful eye in Liyue attest to that. Memorials. Graves to a god that had never died. The atmosphere feels as delicate as the glaze lilies that bloom in the surroundings, gentle fragrances enveloping the space in a fragile haze.

“As is the name Helios,” you continue, before speaking into existence your chosen name - one that has been carefully picked out by your hand by your own volition. “And I’ll go by that name, if I am to remain here.”

Zhongli’s eyes bore into yours, his lips slightly parted as he processes your words. His face is delicately painted a rose hue as you come slightly closer, bodies almost brushing against each other in this proximity. Tantalisingly close.“Are you sure?”

“As Liyue Harbor moves towards a godless age, the sun will continue its course without me as the navigator. Part of me will always be tied to the sun, but it is time for me to relinquish the reins and the bridle,” you tell him, tilting your head to the side slightly as you study the way his eyes flicker with gentle warmth. They crinkle slightly in the corners as his teeth flash in a smile.

“You didn’t die,” he whispers softly, gazing at your features once more. There is no anger, or annoyance in the atmosphere; only quiet appreciation for the other.

“Neither did you,” your hands ghost over his face; his hands trace over yours just as reverently. A small pause blooms in the space.

“Did you ever get to visit the Lunar Palace?” you inquire. Curiosity fuels your one question.

“The ruins of the palace had been covered by many flowers,” Zhongli responds with a thoughtful look on his face. “You had mentioned it several times after the Archon War, and I was not disappointed by the beauty.”

A small smile breaks out on your face. The seeds bloomed, after all.

“Can I kiss you?” Another question. This time it barely reaches his ears; your voice sounding out as softly as gossamer.

He simply leans in; you tug him closer by his tie instead of waiting. One hand on his tie and the other around his waist. He’s warm, you note, before shutting your eyes. He runs a gloved hand on the nape of your neck, holding you closer to him as your lips meet - he tastes like jasmine tea and sweet syrups.

It’s a moment you wish you could freeze forever - yet the two of you pull apart for air and there’s a small pause.

“Don’t leave me,” Zhongli murmurs as he buries his face in your neck, breathing in your scent.

“I won’t,” you reply, just as night shrouds Liyue in darkness. Time will go on, and the two of you will stay together for an uncountable measure of time. ‘Til Teyvat is swallowed up in darkness once more.

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of sunstone (3/4)

basically me tying greek myths to genshin

pairing: zhongli x gn!god!reader (reader’s title is ‘helios’ - it’s not your actual name, like the title ‘morax’)

warnings: major lore of teyvat spoilers, they/them pronouns used for reader, mentions of loss and death, graphic violence (chapter 2/4), angst to fluff

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Your mind is the first to awake, and with the help of the sisters, your body slowly starts to rise too. Unwilling to wake; after the news Morax is not more, there is no desire to continue. Your painful wound of memory was cauterized by the sun in the gentle embrace of slumber; now that you are awake it’s reopened.

Driving the sun takes little to no effort, as part of you has been permanently tied to it. There is no need to use a chariot anymore. Even your duty itself has almost been stripped from you.

There is no physical pain. Your flesh and blood is made out of sun itself as it sheltered you. Fire-hot ichor runs through your veins - awakening the spark that burns away the ghost that you are. Rebirth is reluctantly accepted by your mournful being. How long has it been since you’ve last seen Morax?

Yet mental pain feels excruciating. All those centuries you could have spent with Morax - gone. Crumbled to dust. Regret stabs you over and over; the grief devouring you from within. Only dreams promise any semblance of comfort, and you spent the next month half-sleeping, half-awake - your pain is made more agonizing as memories of Morax constantly plague you.

Soon, you outgrow the sun’s shelter. Your thoughts and feelings become too impassioned to contain; one day, you plummet from the sun. Surprise is etched on your face as you fall. Almost too stunned to catch yourself, yet you manage to slow your descent enough as you fall over Liyue Harbor into the sea, slow it just enough to land safely within the littered waters.

Timber floats haphazardly on the murky waters. The wreckage before your eyes shocks you even more. An ancient presence has left its mark on the harbor - you feel the corrupted energy dissipating. Hurriedly, you swim to the wooden docks, before emerging into the setting sun.

You sink down to a sitting position on the edge of the old timber, and simply watch the waves crash into each other. The ruins of something still floats on the sea; you have a suspicion it was the catalyst in driving the evil presence back.

“It’s dangerous!” a shrill voice interrupts your brooding as you gaze out on the wreckage. Different. There is a gaping feeling in you as you look at the chasm between the past and this present; something so sudden and abrupt it’s almost jarring. You turn your head slowly towards the source of the voice, face blank as you gaze on a tiny floating being that is waving at you frantically. Accompanying them is a young blond person who gazes at you in concern, and an adeptus you slowly recognize as Xiao, the one saved by Morax and you. His expression is one of surprise; shock coalesces in his eyes when he takes in your presence, the god who Morax favoured over others and revered enough to immortalize you in sunstone and the memory of Liyue.

“I’ll be fine,” you reply, voice quiet as you turn back. You hear nervous chatter from the being, before they start talking, loudly enough to hear.

“Paimon’s never seen them before! Do you think they’re dangerous?”

“I’ll speak to them,” Xiao’s voice intercedes. You hear the lightest footsteps, before he sits down next to you.

“How are you alive?” his question is curt, yet you detect a slight hint of anger and worry in it.

“I was trapped in the sun,” you dip your feet in the sea, the cold water washing over your legs and cooling them down. You don’t feel at all grounded as you continue speaking. “I was reborn within the flames.”

“Fitting for the Sun God,” Xiao states. “I won’t pry. You should be aware, though, that Rex Lapis passed.”

You remain silent. Tired. You’re exhausted. You half close your eyes wearily, before speaking. “I am aware, yes.”

Hearing him confirm it only adds to the millennia of grief piled up in your heart.

“He would not have wanted you to let the grief consume you,” Xiao’s voice is distant, as if lost in thought. “He loved you so, so much.”

You bow your head - your heart feels as though it’s being shattered into a myriad of fragile glass. “I won’t.”

“If you have no place to rest, Wangshu Inn can house you,” Xiao offers. His voice still contains traces of grief, and you suppose it’s only natural. “After you and Rex Lapis saved me, I never managed to repay my debt to you.”

“There was no debt to repay,” you respond. Dragging a hand over your face, you continue. “Although, that does sound nice. Celestia seems to be cut off, and I can’t seem to access the Solar Palace anymore.”

“Celestia was closed off about a four centuries ago,” Xiao tells you, before the blond traveler and the floating being come closer to you. Your mind is blank for a minute as you think about all the implications it entails. The Solar Palace is off limits for the foreseeable future, yet you can still fulfill your duties from a distance. The sun simply follows the remnants of your consciousness in the sky, and so a long needed break is due.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” the high-pitched exclamation from the small child rings out. “How do you know Xiao? Who are you?”

“Paimon, calm down,” the blond traveler gestures apologetically to you, before introducing himself. “I’m Aether, and this is my companion Paimon. Apologies for their rudeness.”

You nod, before offering up the name you chose for yourself. Not your title, Helios, but something that fits you more comfortably. Something that reflects you instead of your duty.

“I was close to Morax,” you tell them simply. Aether nods in sympathy before ushering Paimon out before they ask any more questions.

“Don’t mind them,” Xiao states. “They mean well.”

No words are further needed as Xiao leaves to complete his duties for the night after showing you to the Inn. Solitude and silence are familiar, and as you lay in an unfamiliar bed for the night, it’s the first in centuries that you’ve cried.

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of sunstone (2/4)

basically me tying greek myths to genshin

pairing: zhongli x gn!god!reader (reader’s title is ‘helios’ - it’s not your actual name, like the title ‘morax’)

warnings: major lore of teyvat spoilers, they/them pronouns used for reader, mentions of loss and death, graphic violence (chapter 2/4), angst to fluff

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When the cataclysm spirals into being, the sun bleeds out every night. You don’t know how long you’ve been fighting; battle consumes you as you fight wave after wave of monsters, sublimating their bodies in pillars of sunfire. Your chariot which brought light to so many is now a vehicle of war. Burning steeds carry you to the battlefield.

You’re tired. Exhausted. Day and night you push yourself, only ever catching a glimpse of Morax as he fights alongside the adepti. Carnage brings countless casualties - their names are lost to the winds, forgotten forever. There is never enough time to speak to your friend; words die on your lips as you try approach.

Cries of the dying echo in your ears. When you descend from the sky, mountains of bodies obstruct your path, and sorrow settles a dark shroud over your being. Your moments fighting are plagued with visions of an unrelenting wave of light; a premonition, you’re sure, yet can’t figure out what it means.

Once or twice your eyes settle on the yaksha you and Morax rescued from the clutches of an evil god during the Archon War, weaving between the Abyssal monsters with a swift precision. Xiao, you think to yourself, before turning away to conduct your own battles.

Again, again, again. You sow destruction amidst the ranks of faceless shadows, sow death and chaos, again and again and again. Surviving. Somehow. Is it luck that sees you through? Experience?

Your winning streak does not continue, however, when your last breath passes over your lips in agony as you’re wounded. A careless mistake. Golden ichor flows from your heart as you burn up in excruciating pain. Your cry is left unheard by Morax, who is far, far away. Final moments settle upon you, and in the haze of pain you wonder if the flowers you planted in the Lunar Palace have bloomed yet.

Comforting thoughts. Hopeful thoughts. Death is a welcome respite in your last breaths; hopefully you can see the three sisters again. Maybe one day even Morax might be a new face in your paradise.

Yet instead of passing on, you burn up in a pillar of flame; your vessel is turned into a being of sunlight. Mind reduced to your singular duty, the haze of the cataclysm descends upon you; driving the Sun consumes you, until you are but a wisp of your former being. Your consciousness is the only thing that remains of what you once were. Memories blur together as you no longer remember anything. You’re only a shadow of what you once were, your being fused with the light as the Sun-bringer.

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During the end of the cataclysm, the sky is a bloody red as the sun bleeds out, day after day after day. Your body is never found among the casualties, and so Morax nurtures a small spark of hope that you’ve survived. He waits for you at the Solar Palace. Visiting the desolate halls day after day after day.

Yet it remains devoid of souls even a century after the cataclysm. You haven’t made it back to him. Morax’s stony face softens as he feels his heart drop. Only after that painful century does he accept that you’re never returning to him, the sun’s cycles fueling his foolish hope.

He carves memorials of you with sunstone; the fiery rock is meticulously shaped into your likeness. Liyue is painful for him to wander around, when there are statues dedicated to your glory everywhere. The people of Liyue write history texts of the love Morax held for the God of the Sun, who tragically perished in an unknown event. He realises his feelings too late. Far too late.

The sun only serves to remind him of you; the warm glow is unbearable without your presence. He still watches the sky for your chariot - the flame of hope something he cannot extinguish. Bittersweet. His impeccable memory is something he curses as he drowns himself in his duty, hoping to have a moment of respite from the pain of remembering you.

If you were to ask the adepti where Rex Lapis was said to frequent when in the mortal realm, they would say Qingyun Peak. And they would be correct. At the highest point in Liyue, he often uses his pain as penance for not hearing your last cry. He observes the sky, the midday sun, all in the hopes that he’ll see you steering the sun.

Time numbs his pain as the centuries pass and humanity evolves. Liyue Harbor grows under his watchful eye, and slowly, his memories of you fade into fond moments in time that no longer pierce his heart in agony.

—-

The Sun Chariot is no more. You drive the sun to a bloody end each day, you are the sun, you are the light. You don’t know who you are anymore. Gazing upon Teyvat, you’re dimly aware that once, you welcomed a guest into your dominion in the sky, someone who you valued very much. But you cannot remember.

You slumber in the cradle of the sun, as your blood and bones are forged anew. Your dreams are vivid, dreams of fiery statues that look like you, dreams of three sisters, dreams of someone you cared for very much. Phantom pains pierce through you when you dream of the latter. Heartbreak is a prominent feeling.

At some point in time, you feel a familiar presence vanish. It’s enough that you shift in your sleep, stirring slightly. Yet you are still not awake. The familiar presence’s disappearance is jarring, yes, but not enough to rouse you.

You are instead shaken from your sleep when you dream of Aria, Sonnet and Canon, the three sisters of the Moon. They are standing in the garden of the Lunar Palace, the flowers you planted in bloom around them. They call out your name, not the title given to you by the Primordial One, but the name you chose for yourself.

“Rex Lapis is no more,” their voices overlap each other in harmony. “Arise.”

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basically me tying greek myths to genshin

pairing: zhongli x gn!god!reader (reader’s title is ‘helios’ - it’s not your actual name, like the title ‘morax’)

warnings: major lore of teyvat spoilers, they/them pronouns used for reader, mentions of loss and death, graphic violence (chapter 2/4), angst to fluff

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The libraries of Celestia boast of worn tomes of sacred wisdom, penned by many mortal and immortal scribes. All who hold the privilege of entering this temple of knowledge remark on the myriad of scrolls, tablets and many other methods of recording information available to them. Hungry smiles almost devour on their faces as they recall tasting new-found education as if it were ambrosia.

Humans were ever so curious about the workings of the world; their contributions had made way to countless pockets of their thoughts appearing in the libraries. You slide out a scroll from your pile of books, sitting down in an empty alcove. The characters simply read ‘Sun-children, rulers of Byakuyakoku,’ and with a frown on your face you ease it open. You don’t have any children, therefore you wonder who came up with a title so inaccurate. Whilst you had been worshipped by a small sect of people in Byakuyakoku, they had never before referred to their mortal rulers as your children.

A puff of breath releases in frustration. Your eyes skim the pages quickly as the words floated around your head.

“The Divine Bridle? A symbol of office for the Sun Child?” your eyes widen as you continue reading. Not hearing the steps of your friend behind you. Steady, confident steps.

“Greetings, Helios,” a deep voice greets you with your given title; handpicked for you by the Primordial One themselves. It has never really fit you; you stick with it as it is the official title most know you as. When you are not in Celestia, you prefer to go by a different name when you interact with humans - yet you’re stuck with your title when talking with gods. You roll the scroll back up in exasperation, before turning to face Morax, who watches you with a small flicker of amusement in his stony gaze. “You have completed your duties, I presume?”

“Yes,” you tell him. shoulders slumping forward as you flex your fingers to get rid of the stiffness that comes with steering the Sun Chariot. “Otherwise the sun would not have gone to sleep.”

“Of course,” Morax replies, gracefully sitting next to you. His eyes are scrutinizing, as sharp as a blade. “What exactly are you reading today?”

You shrug, taking up the scroll you had discarded. The text is yellowed and delicate, and you carefully place it in his outstretched hand. As he goes though the scroll, your eyes take in his rigid posture, the way his eyes almost absorb what he is reading. The soft golden lamplight brushes over his features like a delicate painter creating a masterpiece, and he glows in the illumination.

“What do you make of it?” you raise a brow, gesturing to the scroll. “Any ideas why they chose that specific title to give to their rulers?”

Morax ponders your question. Golden eyes lift in thought. “I assume because if the mortal child sovereigns were labelled as your children, it would quell some rebellions, as they wouldn’t get on your bad side. The divine bridle as a symbol of office would be taken as proof of your favor, and so it would seem to the citizens that you are in control. Byakuyakoku has sunk beneath Teyvat, however, so I doubt this will be relevant to the present day.”

You slowly blink - acknowledging his wisdom. Giving a brief nod, you roll the text back up before rising from the chair. “That does make sense, yet the sun that presides over them is an invention, mortal-made.”

Morax stands up as well, moving to carry the rest of the scrolls on the table. “Yet it is still a symbol of you. It still represents your power.”

His face darkens slightly. His eyes narrowing as he carefully places the scrolls in their respective areas in the alcove. “I must leave you. The harbor needs my guidance, and there is news of a disturbance in Lisha.”

Shimmering air ripples around him, before he disappears. It’s quiet once more. A sigh is let out from you as you continue watching the air where he stood once.��

“The duties of the Geo Archon are many,” you tell yourself in resignation, before you decide on your destination for the night. Visiting old friends is long due, therefore your journey tonight will take you to the Lunar Palace. The crumbling halls were once glorious and sheltered the three moon sisters, Aria, Sonnet and Canon, before their Chariot was overturned and bloodshed arose. They fought between themselves in a brutal war. To this day, you still don’t know which of their corpses floats in the sky as the moon. Only one remains, after all.

The library side doors creak open softly as you exit the building. The main doors have been locked since you finished your daily journey. Not a problem; you like the library better at night. The daylight brings with it too many people to a place you consider a safe haven from your toiling work. Cold wind lingers on your body. Its frigid fingers bring you to a slight shiver. You draw your robes around your body tighter.

The walk to the Lunar Palace is long and chilly. Miniature clouds are expelled from you as you breath out - they dispel just as quickly in the harsh weather. Winter creeps towards the edges of Celesta especially fast.

Paying respects is something you’ve established for yourself at the times when the sisters would change places at the Chariot three times a month. The memories are numbed by time, yet they still pain you as someone who witnessed the tragedy when you were young. They were like your family after you had been brought into existence as the Sun God by the Primordial One, and they taught you how to drive the sun.

Bittersweet. You view these moments as such, when you look back upon the past. Yet you must continue moving forward. Bringing light daily to Teyvat is your sole duty. Shaking your head as if to clear it, your journey brings you to a stop at the dilapidated Lunar Palace.

Thorny vines cover most of the once-glorious stone. Their leaves tangle and drown the palace in a dull green flood. Even centuries after their deaths, the scent of evening primrose still lingers. It’s a delicate scent, one that lulls you to a quiet, grim relaxation as you kneel at the memorial you carved out of moonstone. Grey stone welcomes your body as you sink down, bowing your head. Small crystals and flowers are placed by your careful hands, and you exchange the old food on the memorial for fresh fruit grown by the most talented gardeners in Teyvat.

You don’t need to speak. Words aren’t necessary with the ghosts of the sisters that you visit. Your presence is enough, as it has been since they met their fate. You don’t know how long it’s been since their deaths, yet you still keep track of when they would’ve changed reins. You never know if they see you during your visits. Perhaps they’ve moved on from this plane of existence. Hopefully. Closing your eyes, you wish them well and utter a silent prayer to the stars that they’ve found peace.

Standing up, you brush the leaves from your robes, deciding to sweep up a bit in the ruins. Surveying the area, no brooms are spotted, and so you make do with burning the leaves you gather with some of the heat you summon from the sun. The ash is then scattered amongst the soil, in hopes that the flower seeds you planted on your last visit will one day bloom. It’s the least you can do to repay the kindness of the sisters. To make the dilapidated ruins more bearable would bring you only joy.

You leave the grounds with one final bow to the ruins. The journey to the Solar Palace would take up the rest of the night, and so you make haste in getting there. Teleporting would cost too much energy, as someone who isn’t one of the Seven; they have access to a part of Celestia itself with their Gnoses. You pass through the realm with relative ease as most are elsewhere during the chill of the night.

The desolate Solar Palace is your abode that you barely spend time in - preferring to frequent the city itself, or visit the mortal realm below. On days when you find yourself too weary to drive the chariot, you simply allow part of your consciousness to duplicate and steer the sun; you favor spending time in the palace on those days. Your chambers are filled with warmth when the sun shines. The dust motes lazily float in the glow of the light. Exhausted, you spend those breaks reading and enjoying the respite.

As the moon slowly approaches the horizon, you grab the four bridles from the hall and stride to the stable. The horses never tire, and on days when you send in your consciousness to drive them, they still know it’s you who holds the reins. The stables are constructed out of honey-gold wood. Age-old doors are smoothly oiled as you open them - heralds to your arrival.

Pyrois, Aeos, Aethon and Phlegon are geared up; it’s been countless years of work each day, and so they all know exactly what to expect when you harness them to the Sun Chariot. Yet today seems to be an unexpected day as you spot Morax at the gate of the stables.

“Morax?” you call out to him, eyebrows raising in surprise as you approach, after giving the steeds the command to stay. His eyes glint a brighter gold as you move towards him, a habit of his that you notice he does when thinking deeply.

“I have come to ask of you a favor,” he states. His impassive stare pierces through you. You cannot tell what he wants, but judging by his posture relaxing slightly, you know it won’t be anything too arduous.

“Depends on what it is,” you reply, gesturing simply to the Sun Chariot. “My duties need to be fulfilled soon. It is almost time to steer the dawn forward.”

“Of course,” Morax inclines his head in consideration. “My request is to be a passenger on your chariot.”

Shock. It paints your face with even wider eyes and parted lips. Never before have you taken someone with you as the dawn opens; your job is a solitary one. Yet you can’t think of a reason to not allow him to join you; the request itself isn’t outrageous.

“Be my guest,” you tell him, but lift up a hand to pause his step. He tilts his head in response, and you slowly gesture at the layers of clothing he’s wearing, before pointing at your simple robes. “Rid yourself of those layers, before you cook in the sun.”

Shrugging off his overcoat, he is left with robes similar to yours - simple trousers with a sleeveless top, which show the golden tattoos running down his arms. You pause to admire them, tracing your eyes along the patterns, before you hang up his coat in the stables, the fabric landing on the peg with a satisfying thump.

“I must bless you with a ward before you join me,” you warn him. Glowing hands hover before him. As soon as he nods, your eyes close as you materialize a barrier between him and the unforgiving sun rays. A faint seal of deep red appears over his heart, before it sinks into his body.

“I believe it is time to depart,” Morax notes, before walking forward to greet the horses with some sugar cubes.

“Watch out,” you call out, hurrying after him urgently. “Phlegon doesn’t like strangers.”

“Phlegon?” Morax inquires. Confident steps pause momentarily as he gestures to the fiery steeds. They stare at him, unnervingly quiet. They aren’t the average mortal horse; instead their manes and tails flicker as a flame. They were created as a gift for you to drive the Sun Chariot by the Primordial One.

“A mane of carnelian-red,” you point out Phlegon amongst the horses, patting their nose. You turn to the steed, and point at Morax. “No biting.”

Morax gives Phlegon a considerable berth as he steps into the Sun Chariot, handing over the sugar to you to give to the horses.

“Discouraged?” you inquire, visibly amused. You offer the horses the sugar cubes, before easing into the chariot, which creaks under you, as if to greet you as it has every day. The reins are familiar as you hold them. “Hold tight.”

Morax’s grip tightens on the rail of the chariot and he simply just looks at you. You take that as acknowledgement and the chariot begins to roll smoothly forward, picking up speed as the edge of the Palace comes to be seen. Wind rushes in your ears and you let out a laugh; the feeling of the drop off the edge never gets old to you. The chariot picks up speed and soon it is soaring in the sky, bathed in the light of the sun.

Once the chariot has steadied in the air, you turn to gaze questioningly at Morax as he looks down upon Teyvat. In the forefront of your mind, only one word waltzes around.

“Why?” your voice is barely audible over the roar of the wind. Morax only points to the land south-west, a land you recognise as Liyue. “Why did you ask to come with me?”

“Isn’t it beautiful?” his low voice is almost drowned out in the wind as he avoids your question. With a sigh, you cast a warding around the chariot so you can properly hear each other.

“Yes,” you muse, looking down at the sprawled-out land. Crooked mountains are cast down like jagged spears - which, gazing at Morax, you suppose is his doing. The Archon War was brutal, and you had not desired for yourself a seat among the Seven. You were content in a position that didn’t draw unwanted attention to yourself, one that allowed you to move more freely under the watchful eyes of Celestia.

“Why have you asked to come with me?” you repeat the question, side-eyeing him. He’s quiet for several breaths, as if he’s wondering what to say.

“There is going to be grave danger soon,” Morax begins, voice quiet. He moves closer to you, your faces almost touching. His lips are right next to your ear. Softly warning you.

“Something is churning out monsters into the mortal realm, and the gods must be prepared to fight in this war. I fear many of us will perish.”

Lips parted, you turn to face him. Hands subconsciously guide the reins through muscle memory. Death is not a stranger to you, yet the thought of bloodshed makes you queasy. “Do you have any suspicions on the perpetrator?”

Morax’s stony gaze flickers down past Liyue into the Chasm. His amber eyes narrow. “I will soon be under a contract not to speak of what will occur. To avoid eyes, I have asked you to allow me to come with you. The conflict will be bloody, and so I bade you to be careful. I have my suspicions, however, I can only do my duty as an Archon. Tread very carefully.”

“That’s cryptic,” you attempt to lighten the dark atmosphere, which ironically is on the Sun Chariot. “I shall complete my duties too in driving the sun, though I doubt I’ll be allowed to miss the conflict.”

Morax’s hand lightly skims your arm. His serious gaze lessens he looks at you with a flicker of concern. “I know you can take care of yourself, but take this as seriously as possible. Many lives will be lost before this ends, after which I am not allowed to say anything about it.”

It’s silent. Quiet in the little refuge you created. You look away from his face, eyes tracing the path your chariot has always taken through the sky. It’s cloudless on this day, and the blue of the sky is peaceful. A contrast to the bloodshed that will occur soon.

“You be careful too,” you respond. “Remember to be patient in your battles.”

“Try to stay alive,” Morax asks of you, voice steady as stone. “A promise to do so is foolish, but try to, at least.”

You simply nod, unable to escape the sinking feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes pick up the bustle of civilisation as you pass over Liyue over Sumeru. Watching. Wondering if they too are unaware of the dangers seeping into their lives, poised to attack.

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only one bed trope with thoma

such intense thoma and kaeya brainrot

warnings: contains spoilers for inazuma archon quests, food, physical intimacy, mentions near death experiences

gender neutral reader, you’re also a traveler from another world who’s helping aether find his sister

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The door to Komore Teahouse creaks slightly as it is opened, as if in warning to Thoma, who places his broom down warily and listens to who the guest is. His shoulders are tense, muscles exhausted from hours upon hours of chores he convinced the staff to let him do whilst he stayed.

“Hey, Taroumaru,” your voice is like music to his ears as you greet the Shiba Inu, and Thoma smiles to himself as he takes up his broom again and goes back to sweeping the corridor of the teahouse. Worry plagues his thoughts as he thinks about you; your safety is a priority to him, and by working with the Traveler to free him from the cold prison the loss of his vision would create and defy the divine will of the Raiden Shogun, you have become a target of the Shogunate.

He’s heard of your wanted poster adorning the streets along with the Traveler’s, and seen the crimson characters of your name like rivulets of blood against the parchment. Your crude likeness on the paper could never compare to your beauty, and with a sigh of frustration he finishes sweeping and surveys his meticulous work.

“Hi, Thoma,” you poke your head into the room, and immediately his worries are dispelled by your radiant smile. Brandishing a worn canvas bag proudly, you step into the room carefully, not wanting to dirty the work Thoma just did.

“A change of clothes along with soap and other necessities, and some food,” you explain, handing the item to him. “I ordered it from Shimura’s, and I got some clothes from your lodgings at the Kamisato estate.”

“What if the Shogunate saw you and caught you?” Thoma asks, a frown visible on his face. The worry is back, and it’s almost devouring him. He struggles to keep his voice even as he continues. “I don’t want you to risk it just for my clothes and food.”

“And leave you as you were?” you reply, taking his hand in yours. You can feel how tense his hand is, and figure that he needs some time to relax. “Look, Thoma, I’m no stranger to being a wanted person. I’ve made it through countless battles with Aether whilst travelling. Believe me, I’ve become good at avoiding the people out to catch me. I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can,” he looks dejected, and he laces your fingers with his. His heart is pounding at the contact, and he wonders if you can hear the cacophony that he does. “Still, it does worry me when you constantly put yourself in danger. You almost got fried by the Raiden Shogun when you saved me. You saved my aspirations, and were almost struck down doing it.”

You try to shrug it off, but the image of the Raiden’s sword is burned into your mind. Your life could have been turned to dust in mere seconds had Thoma’s spear throw not distracted the archon enough to escape their divine will. The crackle of lightning could be heard in your ears hours afterwards. “It seems fate didn’t approve of that outcome.”

“Let us not reminisce on an ending that was avoided,” you continue, eager to move on from what could have happened. “I came here to keep you company, as I wish to spend time with you.”

With your free hand, you open your bag to find the tea you brought Thoma, the scent of dandelion dancing through the air.

“Dandelions?” Thoma’s eyes widen, and you nod eagerly, glad your dried dandelions were put to use. “Man, that makes me homesick.”

“I’ll make some tea and we can share the food,” you gesture at the bag in Thoma’s hand. “I ordered rice cake soup, so we should eat it before it gets cold.”

His eyes light up, and you begin to feel your face mirror his delighted expression.

“Sounds like a plan,” he grins at you. You take your hand out of his regretfully to prepare the tea in the teahouse kitchen, leaving the room. Thoma silently mourns the loss of warmth he held, before he goes to place the broom in the cupboard, and joins you in the kitchen to get bowls and utensils for the soup. It’s peaceful. Quiet. The only sounds are the rain starting to pick up, and the water boiling.

The tea steeps whilst the two of you enjoy the flask of soup you ordered.

“How did you know this was my favourite?” Thoma speaks whilst his mouth is full of rice cakes.

“Close your mouth, I beg,” you say after you catch a glimpse of the half chewed rice cakes in his mouth. “You told me you were craving rice cake soup after you were sick from the hotpot game.”

Thoma swallows the rice cakes with relish, before turning back to you with a confused expression. “You remembered?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” you respond, before showing Thoma your empty bowl. “I won, by the way.”

Thoma looks at the bowl, and back at you, his face contorting into a mock-scowl. “I didn’t know this was a competition.”

You merely chuckle, sipping your tea as the room settles back into that comfortable silence. It’s relaxing, enjoying Thoma’s presence as he quickly slurps up the rest of the soup as if to prove a point.

“I forgot to thank you,” you begin, your voice shattering the silence. “You saved me when you threw that spear at the Raiden Shogun. I would’ve gone poof had you not thought so quickly.”

Thoma pauses in blowing the top of his tea to cool it slightly. “Well, you did save me too, so I’d say we’re equal. Besides, it was just reflexes to protect someone I care about.”

He cares about you. You smile at that, the thought of it warming you more than the tea could.

“Yeah, but I still wanted to thank you. I didn’t save you alone - Aether was also there to help. You were the one who threw the spear after we escaped the Plane of Euthymia. It’s like you’re a shield,” you finish off your tea with a satisfied sigh. The taste of the City of Freedom lingers on your tongue, and it’s perhaps what encourages you to say what you desire next. “I really care about you too.”

He merely laughs lightly at that, the tops of his cheekbones painted a delicate red as if by a careful artist. He looks like a masterpiece in the soft glow of the kitchen lamps; deep gold illuminates him, outshone only by the grin he wears.

Rain lashes against the walls of the teahouse. Thunder rumbles softly in the distance, as if not to intrude the fragility of the moment. Your expression darkens slightly at both the sound reminiscent of your narrow escape and the revelation that you must brave the lightning to get back to the Kamisato Estate, where Ayaka offered to shelter the Serenitea Pot so it wasn’t exposed to the elements.

“Surely you’re not planning to go back out in this weather?” Thoma places his cup down, beginning to clear the counter and stack the plates into the sink. You watch him placidly, eyes tracing his body as he moves with a careless grace of a proficient housekeeper. Standing and stretching out your weary limbs, you join him at the sink, drying the container and cups after he washes them with gentle care.

“Are you offering to let me stay here with you?” you ask after a short pause, head tilted as you wonder exactly how spacious the teahouse is. You vaguely remember a spare room and bathroom in the back but that’s it.

“I don’t want you falling ill,” Thoma tells you, placing his hands on his hips after he wipes off the soap suds on his hands. “I’ll sleep on the couch and you can take the bed.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Thoma, your muscles are literally more rigid than Kujoh Sara’s spine. Please take the bed; I know that you’ve been working hours on end.”

“And you’re my guest,” Thoma retorts, leaning against the sink and crossing his arms. “It would be impolite to leave you in less comfort after I asked you to stay.”

“Thoma,” you mirror his crossed arms, before you simply shrug. “We can share the bed if neither of us will let the other sleep on a couch.”

Thoma suddenly clears his throat, as if he choked on something. His green eyes scan your face for any hint of reluctance, any sign that you’re even slightly unwilling. “Well, as long as you’re comfortable with it, I don’t see why not.”

“Of course I am-” you state, reaching into your travel pack for a more comfortable sleeping outfit, not wanting to look at him when you finish your sentence. “-after all, I trust you and consider you a close friend.”

You don’t consider him as a friend, though. He is something else to you; platonic love isn’t quite what you feel. You treasure the platonic love you feel for Aether and Paimon, keep it closest to your heart, however, you want to court Thoma and cherish him in a different light. Yet navigating the waters of romantic love proves itself hard when you’re a lousy nautical cartographer. The seas are uncertain, and the sturdy bond of friendship lets you stay grounded with Thoma.

But you want to change your friendship with Thoma into something else. If nothing else, you can simply paddle around in a life raft if you can’t navigate the sea of romance. Change is a breath of fresh air, and you don’t want to be eternally in the same place with Thoma.

After all, you didn’t defy the Raiden Shogun’s ideal of eternity simply to follow the same route over and over when with Thoma.

You shake your head, placing those musings into a corner of your mind so you can reflect on your feelings for Thoma later.

“I’ll go wash up,” you look up at him after the silence stretches out. He smiles at you weakly, before looking at his hands.

“Go ahead,” he tells you, his voice tentative. Furrowing your eyebrows, your hand ghosts over his.

“You alright?” your voice is just a hush when compared to the rain beating down upon the teahouse.

“Yeah,” Thoma clears his throat. “I’m fine.”

You release his hand, shooting him a final smile before you leave for the bathroom.

Time passes ever so slowly after you leave Thoma in the kitchen, and he longs for the time you spend away from him to speed up so he can be by your side again. A rosy flush brushes his cheeks as he thinks about sharing a bed with you, a place of rest and vulnerability. It’s an intimate setting, and he wants to make sure you’re truly comfortable.

He busies himself changing the sheets and fluffing the pillows to pass the time. He sets up a pitcher of water in case you’re thirsty, and gets an extra blanket in case it’s cold during your slumber. He surveys his handiwork, eyes scanning the meticulously arranged bed for the slightest mistake. He lets out a sigh, dragging a hand across his face before he hears your careful footsteps making your way to the back of the teahouse.

“Hey,” your tired voice is as soft as gossamer. “Does Taroumaru also stay here for the night?”

Thoma gestures vaguely towards the front of the teahouse. “He has his little corner by the kitchen, where it’s warmest. After all, he is the owner.”

Your eyes widen slightly in surprise, but with a small yawn you just shake your head. You’re too tired to really care. “The bathroom’s free to use.”

Thoma sends you a peace sign, before grabbing the clothes you brought him and leaving the room. “See you soon.”

The whistle of the wind keeps you company as you sink down on the bed, observing the note Thoma left on the water jug. Some chilled water in case you’re thirsty :). You let out an amused laugh at his thoughtfulness, before you lean against the headboard in order to reflect on your day and let your train of thoughts run one last round before it’s time to rest.

They keep reverting to Thoma, though, and you simply accept that. You wearily press both hands to your face as you wiggle your shoulders and back for one final lazy stretch.

You hear a short exhale, slowly uncovering your face to reveal Thoma standing in the doorway. His eyes are squinted slightly in a smile as he looks away from you, clearly amused by your lazy little exercise.

“I was stretching,” you whisper, too tired to raise your voice.

“Are you sure?” he whispers back, before dissolving into hushed laughter. Your eyes rest on his figure whilst he closes his eyes in mirth. His hair is untied, blond strands draped like honey across his shoulders. He looks a lot more… domestic, you think as you take in the sleepwear you grabbed, loose black pants with a dark red high–necked top that exposes his midriff and the elegant curve of his waist.

“It looks good on you,” you whisper again, stunned by how genuinely beautiful he looks.

“Thanks,” he chokes out, before having to clear his throat.

“Thanks,” he repeats, his voice no longer a whisper. His voice is still quiet, but rougher, as if the day has sanded his voice down into a slightly different shape.

The bed sinks slightly as he sits down on the other half of the bed, brushing through his hair and taking off his headband. You watch the muscles in his arms shift as he runs through his night routine with practised, quick motions.

“Are you one hundred percent okay with sharing a bed?” Thoma asks, twisting his head over his shoulder to look at you.

“Yep,” you reassure him, feeling your face heat up slightly at the proximity of him. “One hundred percent.”

Your voice is steady as you raise it slightly above the volume of a whisper, to illustrate your point.

“Just remember, say the word, and I’ll move to the couch,” Thoma promises, before he does his own final lazy stretches of the day.

“I won’t,” you reply, eyes crinkling in a reassuring smile as you rub your eyes. The rain is pleasant white noise now, soft pattering being an accompaniment to the melody of your voices in conversation.

“Should I turn off the lamp?” Thoma moves to stand up, and for a few moments you simply watch his body silhouetted by the warm glow of the light.

“Yes, thanks,” you subconsciously wonder if Aether and Paimon know you’ll be staying the night at the teahouse, and hope they at least don’t worry.

You make yourself comfortable under the soft blankets Thoma provided, the heavy material decorated with images of tigers and flowers. The bed is so comfortable that you sigh in pleasure, moving your body around a bit as you appreciate the luxurious sheets.

“I take it you’re comfortable?” Thoma laughs lightly as he rejoins you, observing the way you smile when you find the perfect sleep position to take.

Your thoughts are no longer coherent, so with a slight nod you find your eyes closing. And before you fade into your slumber, you hear yourself speak. “Goodnight, beautiful.”

Thoma freezes beside you, his face slowly flushing a bright crimson as he processes your sleepy words. The term is certainly new coming from you, and he attributes it to your tired brain speaking, though a small part of him hopes that you said it thinking straight. His heart beats faster as he settles in beside you, the small spark of hope refusing to be extinguished.

“Goodnight to you too,” Thoma whispers softly, before sleep pulls him down in a sweet embrace.

With the storm leaving, the next morning streams of sunlight flood the room, lazy dust-motes swimming in the yellow glow. You blearily open your eyes, feeling strong arms wrapped around your waist and Thoma’s head resting on your chest. Your own arms are cradling him in a gentle embrace, hands resting in the curves of his waist. He smells like oranges, the sweet scent of orange blossom.

“Good morning,” your hushed voice is teasing. Your hands skillfully massage out the knots in his shoulders, ones you were itching to get rid of after noticing how tense he had been. Thoma lets out a quiet sigh of contentment, before he freezes up.

“Are you alright like this?” Thoma lifts his head up, his expression panicked. “I just realised how close we are.”

“It’s fine, Thoma, you’re really warm,” you reassure him. “You can put your head back down.”

He smiles at you sleepily in return, before putting his head back down. “You’re warm too.”

It’s peaceful. The day is ever so quiet, the hustle and bustle of the teahouse not yet begun. The early morning is greeted by the chirps of birds.

“Can we stay like this?” you ask Thoma, playing with his hair. “It’s really comfortable.”

“Of course,” he replies easily. “Your heartbeat is soothing to listen to.”

Maybe it’s your patience wearing thin, maybe it’s the fact that you’ve never felt this comfortable, this warm, but you quickly decide that right now is the moment to confess.

“Hey, Thoma,” you begin, but at that moment you are rudely interrupted by a loud knock on the door of the spare room. You gawk at the door, before you hear Paimon whispering to someone you’re sure is Aether.

“Are you two in there?” they exclaim, voice as high pitched as ever, and you wince at such loud volume this early.

“Paimon,” you call out. “If you don’t keep your voice down, everyone and their mother will hear you.”

“Sorry,” Aether apologizes for Paimon. “Ayaka mentioned that you might be spending the night with Thoma, so we wanted to check on you before the city becomes busier.”

Thoma is curiously quiet, and you catch him looking up at you, his eyes half-closed. He sends you a lazy grin, and you swear your heart rate spikes up. Which he can hear. You hear him exhale in amusement, and you feel your face heat up slightly.

“That’s fine, just not so loud at this time,” you reply absentmindedly. “I’ll go to the estate later today to discuss plans with you and Ayaka.”

“Alright,” Aether tells you, before he whispers loudly to Paimon. “Let’s leave them to it.”

Aether’s footprints fade out, and you breathe a sigh of relief at the silence.

“So,” Thoma’s voice is low, and you struggle to keep your composure. “What did you want to tell me?”

You pause in playing with his hair, looking down at him. Nervousness invades your brain like poison, insecurity plaguing your mind. Remember that if you don’t tell him, nothing will change. You take a deep breath; after all, there are only two outcomes to confessing.

“I’m in love with you,” you admit, looking away from Thoma, anywhere but him. You focus on the dust motes that don’t have a care in the world, swimming obliviously through the golden sunlight. In this moment, you wish you were a dust mote.

“I’m in love with you too,” he replies simply, and you feel your heart swell in joy.

“I’m so glad I’m not a dust mote,” you blurt out, feeling Thoma’s body shake in suppressed laughter after your statement.

“I’m glad you’re not a dust mote either?” he lets out a laugh, his shoulders shaking underneath your hands.

“I’m not explaining,” you tell him, rubbing small circles in his back. “One day, though.”

You take one of his hands in yours and gently kiss it. “C’mon, let's get ready for the day.”

“Will I get a kiss?” Thoma looks up at you, his lips upturned in a smile.

“After we brush our teeth, yes,” you reply, before you lean in to kiss his forehead.

The two of you freeze when you hear barking and scratching coming from the door.

“I think that’s Taroumaru,” Thoma blinks slowly, looking at the door then at you.

“I’ll help you set up shop,” you offer, before you take his hand in yours, ready to greet the day.

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holding kaeya by the waist (a series of one shots)

going through such intense kaeya brainrot right now

imagine grabbing his waist and pressing him towards your body, your hand fitting perfectly into the curve of his waist. imagine slow dancing with this man and sweeping him up in your arms and dipping him low whilst holding him close to you. you see how appealing it is???

i’m picturing this four ways and i shall share what goes on in my brain - these are all where the two of you are already friends and are comfortable with close physical touch

slightly suggestive, gn! reader

#4 is my favorite go read it rn

#1: fighting with him

you’re fighting side by side with him, weapons glinting whilst the sun bleeds out into the sea. hues of crimson and gold cast rich lights upon the two of you as you face treasure hoarders in the ruins of mondstadt. the two of you are in sync, blades whirling as they connect with your opponents.

you glimpse the metallic glimmer of a throwing knife about to be launched into kaeya’s back from the last hoarder standing, and just as the treasure hoarder’s arm releases the tension, you grab his waist and turn him so he’s standing on your other side, his chest pressed into your body as the knife whistles past where kaeya was just standing.

heavy breathing is the only thing that can be heard as kaeya makes no move to escape your hands that are ever so gently resting in the curve of his waist. he’s warm, you think, and your body heats up even more as he breathes his thanks against your ear, his voice like the rich wine he favors.

#2: in the tavern

the air of angel’s share is thick with secrets whispered and the drunken laughs of patrons eager to quench their thirst. conversations waltz through the air as you make your way to the second floor, where kaeya sits, enjoying the view. his eye watches you as you dance around the people crowded together downstairs, watching the way you carefully drift through the crowd with your juice in hand like a stray snowflake in dragonspine.

it’s less frenzied upstairs, and pleasantly dark, you notice. the honey-gold lights illuminate downstairs in a flood of light, but cast a gentle glow on the second floor. you take your seat next to kaeya, and wearily shrug off your overcoat as you sip on your drink, the coolness being a refreshing contrast to your tiring day. he gazes at you, and you ask if you can just lean into him and hold him, to which he nods.

your hand slips around his waist, head leaning against his shoulder. it’s warm, and kaeya smells like jasmine and orange blossoms. it’s comfortable, and you feel him shifting slightly to lean into you too, his hand carefully making its way to your shoulder. you feel your eyes slowly closing; maybe a quick nap like this would be fine.

#3: sparring with him

swords clash, the strikes ringing out in the training hall as you and kaeya exchange blows like harsh kisses, both equally matched in the art of the sword. kaeya’s smirk is wiped off his face as you unleash a flurry of blows, almost a blizzard of wood as you step closer to him.

you flash a grin as you begin to back him against a wall; his smirk returns at your determination to win this bout. the tension is thick as he parries the blows easily, gazing upon your fierce countenance. he feints, and you fall for it as you block your right side, noticing his blade coming from the left side almost too late. he grins.

“I win.”

the key word was ‘almost’ too late. your body moves faster than you anticipated, and like lightning, your blade disarms kaeya, holding your sword to his throat.

“not quite,” your low voice intoxicates kaeya, the smug cadence of your victorious tone is like music to his ears as all thoughts of sparring are expelled from his mind.

he drops his sword in surrender, the wooden blade clattering against the floor. he’s up against the wall at your mercy.

“should we end our session for today?” his eye is focused on your lips, and when you notice you smirk, trailing the tip of the wooden sword down his chest, before eventually dropping it too.

“oh?” you inquire, enjoying this immensely. his lips are parted, and as he gazes at you, he mirrors your smirk. you move closer towards him, placing a hand on his waist as your mouth moves closer to his ear.

“what are you thinking about, captain?” you whisper, noticing how his hand is brushing against your neck. “do you want me to kiss you?”

as soon as he affirms it, your lips ghost over his collarbone, before kissing a trail up. kaeya lets out a gasp at the sensation, and you know he can feel you smirking when you reach his jaw. you pull back, before caressing his neck with your other hand and leaning in for his lips. he uses both his hands to pull you closer by the neck, and you pull his lower body closer by his hips.

he’s warm, you realise as the gap between your bodies vanishes. the realisation is pleasant, and you sigh into the kiss. he tastes sweet, as if his kiss was the nectar of the divine. you run a hand through his ink blue hair, tugging it slightly and the groan he lets out is almost sinful.

the two of you break apart for air, bodies still entangled with one another. the flush on his face is clearly visible, and you feel your own face heat up.

“we should do this more often,” kaeya breathes out, still out of air.

“what, spar or make out?” you match his soft voice, resting your head in his neck.

“both,” he almost whispers, and you can almost hear the smile in his voice.

#4: dancing with him (i was listening to a muffled version of fallen down from undertale on loop whilst writing this, for reference, so if you want an audio accompaniment whilst reading this section that’s the song to go to)

it’s the yule ball, a time to celebrate winter, organized by jean. a venue which you and kaeya have arrived early for, after helping the other get ready. jean and lisa are busy with the final preparations elsewhere, and a soft gasp leaves you at how pretty the ballroom looks.

quiet music dances around the room, accompanied by the languid dust-motes waltzing in the soft streams of sunlight that make their way through the tall windows. it’s almost evening, but not quite, and the bright sunlight that refuses to die makes the afternoon seem like a crisp morning. decorations resembling snowflakes are carefully placed around the room, and it feels peaceful.

kaeya feels him hand clasped by yours, an inquisitive look on your face as you ask him for a quick dance. you claim it’s to practice for the real event tonight, and kaeya finds himself softening as he agrees in a low voice, trying not to break the fragile tranquility of the ballroom, devoid of souls except two.

your hand rests on the top of his hip, right in the curve of his waist. smiling ever so softly at you, he places his hand on your shoulder, his thumb brushing against your neck slowly. the two of you cradle the other’s hand, and you lead the way, in time with the gentle piano that chimes out of the gramophone.

slowly, you close the gap between your bodies, drawing him closer to your body ever so slowly. his eye lowers as he smirks at you, before his head leans into your neck like a puzzle piece. his breath ghosts against you as the two of you move in sync around the empty ballroom.

the song gradually fades into the next, sounds of the previous song accompanying the new song like ghosts. the song crackles slightly as the gramophone plays, and you feel weightless, even with kaeya leaning into you.

as the song continues, you dance with kaeya, feeling his lips brush over your collarbone. was it an accident? your brows furrow as you continue moving with him. the moment feels perfect, and you wish time could freeze together. holding kaeya like he’s a divine being that must be cherished, feeling him pressed against you, feeling his breathing hitch against your neck as you lean in closer, closer - it feels like a fragile dream spun in gossamer, one that you never want to brush away. if this moment is a trap woven to capture you, you would gladly take the fall.

as the next song starts to bleed out, sweet music coming to a close, you work up all your courage. you pull away from kaeya slightly, sighing at the loss of warm as you lean kaeya back, supporting him by the waist as you dip him.

“can i kiss you?” your voice is soft as you gaze down at kaeya. kaeya’s smile is oh so soft as he pulls you towards him by cradling the back of your neck.

he tastes like honey and strawberries, you notice as you kiss him, lips slotting together as you hold him. he tastes divine, you decide as you shut your eyes and pull kaeya closer to you.

the ballroom is devoid of souls except the two intertwined in the delicate waltz of a kiss.

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theory between inazuman visions vs the raiden shogun’s energy recharge circle

welcome to theory #1 I have. This contains spoilers for the Inazuma archon quest and I’d advise you to scroll if spoilers are unwanted. I really hope this is coherent.

for reference, I’m talking about the energy recharge circle that appears when energy is used (raiden shogun playable character), and the inazuma vision design and my actual point is why the traveler was able to defeat her pretty easily

Ei’s energy recharge stack circle vs the visions of Inazuma

introduction + recap

Ei’s energy recharge stacks take the form of a circle; a symbol of eternity. It goes round and round, no beginning or end in sight. Her circle is eternal. The visions of Inazuma appear to be a circle also, but there is a disturbance in the bottom half that does not appear to make it a perfect circle. And so eternity is broken for the citizens of Inazuma who have ambitions recognized by Celestia.

Through consuming energy, her circle is formed - she takes up energy and uses it to enforce eternity. People who had their visions taken away at the Decree appeared less than themselves, lacking their qualities and memories, overall having a less energetic feel.

So whilst Ei seeks eternity, Vision-wielders do not want to remain stagnant. All humans have the potential for change and seek progress, yet Vision-wielders take that potential and use it with their ambition to leave a mark on the world. She mentions (paraphrased) that ambitions are a threat to eternity (if i recall correctly)

Links to tarot

Another interpretation I thought of was the circle being a zero - and I linked it to tarot. The number zero is the fool, someone who has not yet gone forward. The fool represents new energy, innocence, spontaneity and a free spirit, something which doesn’t exactly fit Ei, but the next card, the magician, means willpower, ambition, inspired action - finally putting the energy forward. Ei’s got all that energy, those ambitions she’s taken from others. Her contrasts are the citizens of Inazuma, vision-bearers who have taken their new energy and put it forward into their ambition, which leads me to my next point.

conclusion

Eternity could have succeeded if only everyone had succumbed to her power. When her circle is full (in game energy stacks), she is at her most powerful. Her using other people’s energy (which turns into ambitions as it is driven forward) is what makes that circle (eternity) strong. When ambitious people exist, they disrupt that circle (Inazuman visions) and so disrupt her eternity.

If she had continued and not been disturbed, she would have achieved eternity; or would she have? No, eventually the ambitions of her people would outweigh her own power, something we see during the fight with her. She is defeated by someone who carries the ambitions of others, much like she did. She carried the burden of their ambitions when she took their visions, and the traveller carried their ambitions that remained.

So to conclude, I think Ei was defeated in her Plane of Euthymia because Eternity is against the natural order. Her use of her people’s ambitions to fuel Eternity was going backwards and so against nature (eternity = the fool, visions = the magician). Her acquiring the ambitions of others and using their energy to fuel her circle was a lot less efficient than the traveller using the ambitions of others to progress. She was using ambition to remain stagnant and unchanging; the traveller defeated her because their use of ambitions was a lot more efficient.

extra notes (basically my reasoning)

(i’m thinking of the whole energy/ambition thing like an electrical circuit - Ei had a bigger resistance, and so used those ambitions less effectively, whereas traveller used the energy/ambitions the right way and there was way less resistance. The resistor is the course they chose to take - Ei remained stagnant and used the ambitions to go backwards into new energy (new energy - see my point on the tarot section) forever, traveller used that ambition to create change, the way ambitions are meant to be used, and so the resistance was a lot smaller)

i really hope i was coherent but anyways yeah that’s my interpretation on how the traveller could defeat her

#genshin theories #genshin details

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introduction to my page :)

I use any pronouns!

Current interests are Bleach, Blue Lock, Chainsaw Man and JJK.

DNI if you’re racist, homophobic, ableist, or any sort of bigot. I will be blocking anyone who fits that criteria, and if you support problematic people such as jschlatt and dsmp I also don’t want you on my page.

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ty! :) I'm glad it was enjoyable to read

the fire burns your masks (or alternatively ‘liar, liar, pants on fire’) - part 4/4

Summary: when rumours reach Kaeya’s ears of an angel in Wolvendom, the captain is quick to investigate in the case that valuable information could be gained. You’re a mage from another world, who knows the secrets of stars’ fire, and you’ve been mistaken as an angel. You act as a messenger - when those who want knowledge find you, it is fate and you offer them that, in exchange for their honesty.

gender neutral reader with they/them pronouns used

you’re a mage from another world, no vision

warnings: there is angst but with a happy, wholesome ending, spoilers for kaeya and albedo’s backstory, plus some lore from the recent dragonspine event (this was written 4.12.2021), there are some nightmares and imagery of death and pain, there’s also dialogue in a later part (part 2/4) that can be read as su!cidal thoughts

i’m not really that sure on how great my depiction of Kaeya is but I hope it’s at least enjoyable to read - last chapter yay!

series masterlist

Kaeya’s heart beats erratically as he checks your pulse - it’s still there, although faint. You’re completely unconscious, and he knows it’s no use panicking. He knows Albedo’s camp is near where yours is, and he picks you up in his arms, knowing that whatever caused this wasn’t natural, given the extremely cold body temperature you have.

You can help each other, the stars had told you both. He walks faster, carefully carrying you and checking to see if you’re still breathing. Is this the divine interference you mentioned?

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m.list (the fire burns your masks)

gender neutral reader with they/them pronouns used

you’re a mage from another world, no vision

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

#mar-s-bar-s #kaeya x reader #gender neutral

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the fire burns your masks (or alternatively ‘liar, liar, pants on fire’) - part 4/4

gender neutral reader with they/them pronouns used

you’re a mage from another world, no vision

i’m not really that sure on how great my depiction of Kaeya is but I hope it’s at least enjoyable to read - last chapter yay!

series masterlist

You can help each other, the stars had told you both. He walks faster, carefully carrying you and checking to see if you’re still breathing. Is this the divine interference you mentioned?

His heart’s pounding in his ears, the silence of Dragonspine interrupted by the beat.

Within ten minutes he’s in Albedo’s lab, and the alchemist takes one look at you before motioning to the medical wing. After Kaeya places you into a cot, Albedo’s checking you with precision, and performing tests that have Kaeya slightly more relieved at the capability of his friend.

“They’re not from this world, are they?” Albedo asks, while holding up a sample against the light and examining it. Kaeya confirms that you aren’t, his voice shaky, grateful that Albedo doesn’t question the loss in the composed mask Kaeya always wears. Usually hidden emotions have been allowed to breathe for the first time in years.

Albedo turns back round to Kaeya, his face serious. “Their body is in a coma-like state. Their physical body should be fine, but I’m suspecting their proximity to Rhinedottir’s experiments has attracted the attention of the creations, and they are attracted to the energy of this person. It appears that their life energy is slowly being drained in order to give power to the first of the Primordial Humans, and they have been irradiated by Durin’s heart. We must act fairly quickly in order to save your friend, as their mind has been infected in order to transfer their energy. Within the next few hours they could fade away completely.”

Kaeya stands up immediately. He doesn’t question what these new terms mean; he’s desperate for a way to save you. “How can we help them?”

Albedo is quiet for a minute. “They are plagued by illusions that stem from their fears. We cannot directly stop the illusions by interfering with their mind as that would be a huge risk to take, but there is one plausible route we can take. I need to check my notes first, and borrow their ring.”

Albedo turns back to you, carefully taking your ring off your finger, before instructing Kaeya to stay with you for a minute or two whilst he consults his research. Kaeya stays with you, talking to you, desperately willing you to wake up and respond. He only met you yesterday, but he is certain that he cannot lose you. There was a lightness in his heart when he shared his truths, something he still is confused about. Did he truly view you as his saviour, an angel, to confess his sins like that? There’s no time to truly reflect upon this as Albedo returns, his demeanor a lot more relaxed than before.

“Good news, my notes suggest-,” Albedo rereads his notes quickly and scribbles in something new. “-my notes suggest that the ring may be able to break through the illusions, but it needs to be wielded by someone else other than the patient. I’m not sure why the comet shards have this effect, as I have not had the opportunity to study something as unique as this.”

“They told me that they learnt how to channel fire from the stars,” Kaeya replies to Albedo’s musing, already feeling a lot calmer. “Their fire can tear through lies and deceit. I cannot lie to them, or at least they can purify lies with it. The illusions are a form of deceit, and if the comet was once a star, it should have the power to dispel those illusions. The stars told them that our meeting would be beneficial to both of us as we can help each other.”

Albedo taps his pencil against his chin before quickly writing down more notes. He looks back and forth between the ring and Kaeya, before offering the ring to Kaeya.

“You should wield it. You know them better than me. How do you think you should dispel the illusions?” Albedo inquires, the picture of calm.

“They use a clean flame to burn lies away. It’s warm, and gentle - they gave a small tongue of flame for me to hold once, and it felt comforting,” Kaeya starts. “If I could hold that flame again, I think I could use it to cleanse their mind from these illusions.”

Albedo nods, scrutinizing Kaeya. “Do you know how to summon the flame?”

“They learnt the secrets of the flame through the stars, so I will ask the stars for a small flame to help cleanse what they said was their adopted kin,” Kaeya replies calmly, though his agitated hands twisting the warm ring betray his nervousness. “The stars must listen.”

“We have several hours to try,” Albedo reassures Kaeya. He offers Kaeya a small smile. “Ask the stars near the broken bridge - the night sky is clearest there.”

Kaeya nods, slipping on your ring. The warmth of it feels like your presence, and it grounds him as he walks through the bitter wind. His honeyed-tongue is gone as he searches his brain for the right way to word the question. Speak from the heart. Be honest. He can almost hear you tell him this, and he smiles, ignoring the possibility you may fade away if he fails. Would he see you in the afterlife if he failed? Would the stars welcome him to visit you should you ascend there?

Taking a deep breath, he straightens his outfit and combs a hand through his hair. His warm breath leaves puffed out clouds in the snowy climate, and only the wind is there to witness his plight to the stars.

“About the one you call your kin,” he starts off, voice cracking slightly. “They collapsed like half an hour ago, but I imagine you’ve seen, and are currently under the influence of fear-born illusions. I thought I might be able to dispel these illusions using some of the fire they use, and so I have come to request if I could use some of your fire to cleanse their mind.”

In the time it takes for two long breaths to occur, the same presence Kaeya had felt appears, and he feels so much relief that the stars have responded that he almost collapses.

“Are you up to the task of handling fire from the stars?” the voice chimes in inquiry, concern laced in their tone. “Maintaining the flame is no small feat.”

“I can do it, for them,” Kaeya’s determination seeps through his nervousness. “I was told earlier that we’d help each other, and as they’ve already made my heart so much lighter. If I did not try to help, I would shun myself.”

“Are you honest with yourself?” the voice asks this as if they know the answer, and they most likely do.

“Not always,” Kaeya admits, looking down at your ring.

“To handle the fire of the stars, you must be. You’ve held the fire before, what were you thinking as you were holding it?” the voice guides Kaeya.

“I was thinking about-” Kaeya pauses, before a dark pink blooms like a rose on his cheeks. “-I was simply admiring the angel I had heard so much about.”

“Keep up an honest mindset, and the fire shall focus on our kin,” the voice finally tells him. “Look after them.”

“I will,” Kaeya vows, before emitting a small gasp as a small white flame grows on the palm of his right hand, the hand your ring is on. It’s heavy, the flame, and he finds himself getting tired from holding the fire. He shields the flame with his other hand as he makes his way to Albedo’s camp carefully. The alchemist stands in wait patiently, eyes lighting up in his trademark curiosity, before moving aside when Kaeya stands at your side, his expression a mixture of worry and care.

Kaeya takes two deep breaths before pressing his engulfed hand to your forehead, where the flame flickers and nothing changes in your countenance. I’m scared, he admits to himself, and the fire becomes larger. His eye widens and his mind races for truths that he can tell himself. There’s a possibility this might not work. I think they’re beautiful. I don’t really want to find out what happened to my homeland yet. I don’t think I’m ready. I want to know them better. The flame grows warmer and begins to engulf your entire body. Kaeya’s shoulders shake in relief as the fire burns through you and dissipates, and moments later he feels you stirring, before you sit up with a look of terror on your face. Albedo leaves the medical area to give the two of you some privacy.

“Oh gods, I thought I had finally vanished completely,” tears run down your face as you take in your surroundings. “This is real, isn’t it?”

Kaeya embraces you tightly, your face buried in his neck. “I’m real, angel.”

“That was hell,” you choke out as you shiver in Kaeya’s arms. “Thank you for pulling me out.”

“I had help,” he holds you tighter to him as your tears slowly stop falling. “After this, do you want to spend the rest of the vacation on a grand tour of Mondstadt? I don’t think I’m ready for the knowledge just yet.”

“Yes, please,” you reply shakily, before glancing down and seeing your ring on his finger. Your face heats up slightly. “Keep the ring; it looks good on you.”

“It would be my pleasure, angel.”

A month later, the night is clear as you and Kaeya fight back to back in the ruins of the Thousand Winds. The ruin guard present is felled after Kaeya is almost hit by a swinging arm, and you push him out of the way and launch a particularly powerful burst of flame. The ruin guard dissipates into the air, leaving you and Kaeya high-fiving at a job well done.

“We make a good team,” he smirks at you, flirtatious nature back in full swing. He blinks at you pointedly, and you raise an eyebrow.

“I was winking,” he explains with a completely straight face. You let out a small laugh, and he laughs back.

“We do make a good team,” you reply to his previous statement, smiling at him. You’ve never felt lighter than you do at the moment, even as your chest is heaving from all the dodging done with the ruin guard.

“Remember when we first met?” Kaeya suddenly asks. You nod in response, remembering when the graceful cavalry captain who wore his masks he’d carefully painted.

“You told me to stop the false flattery,” he continues, looking down at his right hand. “It was not false. You can use your flame to check.”

With a shrug, you raise your hand and summon fire - it remains the same colour, no signs of deceit. The revelation makes your face heat up, a small smile on your face at the compliment.

“You wanted me to be honest to you, and so I will be. I want to kiss you,” he states calmly, although there is a dark red blush on his cheeks that’s barely visible in the full moon. “Can I, angel?”

In response, you hook a finger around his choker and pull his lips to yours, muffling the surprised gasp that leaves his lips. He melts into your touch as you pull his waist towards you with your other hand, gently holding him as you pull apart.

“I really like you,” Kaeya says softly into your ear, before he adds on your name that sounds like honey coming from his mouth.

“I like you too, Kaeya,” you say just as softly, and the stars are your witnesses as your lips meet once again.

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