#FLOS ANTHALOGY - 100 FOLLOWER EVENT

[lychniis]

― PINK CAMELLIA.

diluc, kaeya, zhongli x reader.

 “longing for you.” + angst

WARNING(S) : just...pining. a horrific amount of pining. that's it, that's the plot, unrequited but not unrequited love, and a shit load of feelings left unsaid.

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&& . diluc ragnvindr · ( he lies to his heart ; the words stay unsaid )

“IS SOMETHING WRONG?” you ask, nervously shifting away one of the boxes as you look up at him with parted lips and a raised brow. He catches himself staring ( and he was always staring at you, across the street, from the bar, during your little talks and the conversations held during the afterhours; staring but never moving closer left the illusion shattering ) and shakes his head with the tiniest of smiles. It was there, but easily missable save for the sharp eyed and witty.

Your shoulders relax and you nod. “Alright then…” you mumble, carefully placing a tea set wrapped in thick cloth into one of the boxes. “You’re quieter than usual today, ‘Luc…” you add. “But…thank you for helping me pack…”

And there it was, that damned smile, the smile that took away the rationale and sanity and his peace of mind. The smile that invades his thoughts at night and fills them with you and your peace and the comfort you came with.

“It’s no issue for me.” He replies. “I am always happy to help you…” 

That was true, but not for this. Will you be safe? Will you be happy? Was he happy? 

Diluc knew life was filled with the good and the bad. The memories of his youth, the time he and Kaeya once played within the brook just a little ways off the winery, the smile his father passes his way, the inside jokes between him, Elzer and Adelinde and you. You and your small apartment and your silly musings and your walls filled with half finished paintings.

( The smell of it all has long faded. The walls were empty; Diluc feels empty. )

There were the happy things, then the sad. The hours he had left, the minutes that ticked by, the fact that you were leaving. Paths diverged every day, people met then part ways and life sets its course once more, unbothered by it all. Diluc knows that. He knows that.

Why does it hurt?

( His hands were trembling. He wants it to stop. )

You laugh, placing the last of the boxes out and pause by the doorway. He takes you in, one last time. 

Once upon a time, he may have found you a little annoying and strange; a bit of a sore spot, a presence he would have to put up with. Not now. Diluc would take all of you in, every part of you from the tiny peeving parts to the bits he adored ( and the silly nicknames, the ones that were so ridiculous and soft ).

He should tell you. He should, he ought to.

But he cannot. Because you were you, and he was Diluc. You were kind, and you deserved the world and someone safe. Not him. Never him.

So he stays quiet. He watches your belongings ( and the familiarity and the memories ) fill the cart. He watches your last checkup. He breathes in and he knows he should let you go. He should let you go ( even if Kaeya calls him foolish, if he is sick with worry, if he wants to pull you close and beg you to stay. Because Diluc knows this too : to love is to learn to lose. Because love was selfless, and it was cruel and it was pain and euphoria molded into one.

...fuck, he loves you... ) 

“I’ll be off then…” you declare. He snaps his head up. You were standing in front of him now. “I…I hope we see each other soon…” you add. “Shall we write often?”

“We shall.” he agrees and that provides a little bit of comfort. You smile again, but it seems subdued and suddenly, everything smells like you and Diluc buries his nose into your hair and hugs you back, tightly, desperately. Then you pull away ( and there it was again, the absence, the emptiness, the lacking of warmth ). 

“Every week?”

“Twice a week,” he promises and he intends to keep it. You chuckle, tugging at the hem of your sleeves. “I…” the words stay heavy in his mouth. You tilt your head. “I wish you a safe journey, then.”

You board the carriage and Diluc stays and watches it disappear into the distance, till it’s nothing but a speck. His chest feels like it’s torn apart. His lips tremble. Pathetic, he thinks bitterly. Pathetic.

( In the distance, you curl up on your seat. Mondstadt was far behind you.

You wish he asked you to stay. )

&& . kaeya alberich · ( maybe when he was less of a child ; he'll say it )

HE WAS A FOOL, Kaeya thinks. Foolish, utterly insane. 

But there was something in you he longs to touch, something that shone, that was beautiful — and he’d draw his hands back when he catches himself reaching out for it, he’d take a few steps back when he sees how he pursues you. He was a fool, he thinks again, because he was a coward. Because Kaeya does not know how to say he loves you. 

( Why did he love you, another face in the crowd? Why did he think he loved you, him, a runaway child from a nation with no god and no place in this world? Why did he love you, someone who was nothing like him?

Kaeya does not know, because he was a fool. )

It scares him, how you could undo everything with just a touch. You could look his way and everything would stop, and maybe somewhere the flowers bloomed or the rains in Fontaine stilled or a part of Dragonspine thawed over — a part of his traitorous little heart would thaw over. “Pull yourself together now,” he would sigh to himself in the silence of the room, under the noise of the bar. His eyes would immediately find you after. He wants to slap himself.

Kaeya wants to hate you. He wants to revile the smile on your face. He wants to ask you why you’re so easily holding that dagger over his chest with little knowledge of its sharp edge. He wants to listen to you hum under your breath. He wants to kiss your knuckles and laugh at his jokes. He wants you gone. He wants to tell you everything he feels about you, everything and anything.

But the thoughts stay to himself.

He greets you amiably, hiding away the painful thump in his ribs. 

He smiles away, masking the stutter in his voice, the tiny trip in his words, the tremble beneath the syllables.

His feelings stay hidden, another one of his secrets, something he would never disclose. No soul in Mondstadt would know of it, including you. Especially you. ( Because you dare, you dare to love him in return. You dare to light up when he stands in the same room, mirror his feelings in a way that didn’t seem twisted or wrong. )

Kaeya thinks that’s what scares him; his ability or lack thereof to keep those thoughts a secret How it felt so easy to open his mouth and let them come tumbling out into a messy pile that he’d rather not deal with. The feelings will leave, they will fade out and soon you’ll be another face in the crowd again, something of an ire but a fond memory. Kaeya was certain of it.

He still finds himself looking at you.

“Kaeya you fool.” he whispers to himself when his cheeks grow hot as you catch his gaze and you wave back at him. And the feelings stayed and they grew and they festered until it was the undeniable truth. He suffers in his silence, wrenching himself apart over his longing, over his wish to tear these feelings out of his chest with frustrated tears, with wanting to bask under the normalcy of you and the thoughts of something soft and loving.

He wants it to stop.

But Kaeya still pines, he watches from the corner of his eye, he vies for those moments of serendipity, he revels in those coincidental run ins, he takes in your similarities and differences, he wishes to meet your gaze and says he loves, to give you his heart just as you were ready to give yours. Kaeya wants those moments of sincerity in his ocean of lies, to witness you unfiltered.

But his lips stay sealed, the secret stays, hidden away amongst the countless others he holds and the lies he so seamlessly weaves. I love you, a part of him would yell when he says something else. I love you, please, I love you. But it stays muted, a pitiful noise in the background.

Because he was being foolish, because he does not know how to tell you he loves you, because Kaeya wants to touch something he knows he would only tear apart.

So he stays silent, for you.

( And maybe one day, he can smile and whisper those words into your ear beneath a ceiling. He could kiss you on the lips without the lies weighing him down. 

But not today. ) 

&& . zhongli | rex lapis · ( to love is to lose again ; is it worth it? )

ZHONGLI HAS LIVED too long to be capable of love.

The years have washed it away, to leave behind weariness. Grief had watered it down and hardened his heart and loss left behind its silt. Zhongli has lived too long to love anymore, because the grief still remains — it always remains, warping but constant. Because he was the aftermath of burnout, of a man torn by war and too many names crossed away from those who once lived. 

But a heart of stone is a heart nonetheless and the eyes of mortality drag him back down to earth ( because Zhongli never lost it. He never lost Guizhong’s teachings, nor did he lose the softness he once held for her. It simply stayed, waiting, waiting for another face that made him to stop, made him look, made him smile ). And he sees you one day, and something in his mind clicks.

You were meant to be a fond memory, a friend, someone who he cherished but not adored. You were meant to be someone appreciated at a distance, a soul who Zhongli would write into poetry in passing when your mortality takes you away. You were meant to be impermanent and fleeting ( a qingxing in bloom, a butterfly cupped within his hands ).

And then, Zhongli fell in love.

He fell in love with the ephemeral and time finally seemed to slow. The sunsets lasted longer, the moments of silence were drawn out, his hours at work seemed to span millenia. He sees himself facing a man less like Zhongli the rational, the even minded, the patient ( because the seconds feel too long now ) and more like Morax, hot blooded and hasty, who jumped at chances and lays out his contracts and strategies with cold tact ( Morax, who would do everything and anything to pull you to him, to sweep away for himself ).

It was strange and a little amusing and a little perplexing; seeing those years come undone by a single utterance of his name. 

But Zhongli was in love.

( And he was afraid of losing again. )

You were young, ready to face the world, ready for your future. You stood your ground with resolution, with stubbornness, and you were kind and eager and bold. “I think I might be in love with you.” you had admitted one day and Zhongli thinks about it after, over and over, every time his mind wanders, every time he thinks he sees you in the crowd and every time he shuts his eyes in leisure. 

Zhongli has lived a long time. Pain had worn him down, violence had weathered his gaze, blood stained his hands. 

And love taught him grief again. Love taught him the fears of losing a beloved. Love taught him what was soft but painful. Zhongli knows that one day you will be long gone and he will remain. Zhongli knows you would have to live with this knowledge, of his immortality, of him standing beside you as a memento mori.

( He could not hide from you, he could not hide away a secret so vast. Because love needed trust and trust was not hiding away his eternity. )

He looks into your eyes and he sees another face he might lose, the looming call of death, the thought in his head, if it was worth it, worth the heartbreak. Every rational thought telling him to pull away, to stop himself from cupping that butterfly close, to stop himself from taking your hand, from telling you he loves you too. Was it worth it? He asks himself, trying to envision a future without you, should he let himself be further ensnared; to experience a momentary high, this respite after years of battle. 

Should he tell you he loves you?

( Because he does, painfully so, passionately, sincerely, tenderly down to his very being, his very core. )

He looks into your eyes and he thinks it should be, and when you smile at him, he thinks he knows the answer.

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

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[lychniis]

― PINK AND RED CAMELLIA.

zhongli | rex lapis x reader

“you are a flame in my heart.” + “you’re adorable.” + fluff.

WARNING(S) : FINALLY some fluff?????? WHAT IS THIS SORCERY?????? might be a bit suggestive depending on how you read it, and just ugh, just a lot of domesticity overall. i'm not as pleased with the quality of this writing jhgvvhj might rewrite this later.

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ZHONGLI’S GAZE WAS AN INTENSE one. It was hard to deny it, the weight it held, the seeming agelessness and the years of his life beheld in a body seemingly too young. Zhongli’s stare was penetrating and it was stern ( unyielding and solid, like the reflection of geo itself ) and even so, it still holds a soft gentleness when it beholds you.

How paradoxical, you think with amusement. You knew Zhongli’s gaze well. You were subjected to it, sometimes for hours and sometimes for those few fleeting moments of quiet intimacy, shared in the silence of his office, or at home or within the bustle of Liyue’s streets ( like the two of you were a pair, a married couple already, so happily in love ). 

He stares at you now over his teacup while your fingers trace the spine of one of his books. The action is delicate, graceful and when you hear the clink of ceramic, you look up to meet it with your lips twitching at the corners. He does not shy away, nor does he avert his eyes, his head tilted languidly almost shamelessly taking you and all of your entirety in. You find yourself growing shy.

He smiles.

“Would you like more tea?” you ask, trying to ease yourself and the blood rushing to your cheeks. It was hard not to feel for Zhongli’s tenderness ( it was hard not to feel anything, really ) and he exhales, his finger curling, beckoning you closer.

You walk up to him. He sets you on his lap and moves the collar of your shirt aside to kiss the nape of your neck. It is an innocent gesture, followed by him resting his chin on your shoulder, with contentment dancing at his fingertips and lining his face.

His lashes brush against your cheek and his touch is warm, ever so warm, like the nicer days in summer, where it was cool enough for the heat to tingle against your skin pleasantly.

“That can be arranged later.” he rumbles and you feel the humor in his chest. You wonder what he finds so amusing. “Hm, you seem shy, love. Am I acting inappropriately now?”

How cruel, you internally grumble, sensing the teasing lilt and the rare moments where Zhongli lets some parts of his affectionate playfulness show. “Of course not!” you counter quickly — a bit too quick. He chuckles. “Ah! What’s so funny now? Don’t leave me out of the joke.”

Your weight shifts and you face him now, his lips pressing against your cheek. “It’s hardly a joke. I find you adorable is all.”

“Just adorable?” you grin. Zhongli blinks, then kisses your lips.

“Adorable…and ravishing and kind…and darling…” he pauses, his pecks grazing down your chin and over your jaw, his voice dripping out sweet tempered compliments between every careful graze. Your eyes flutter shut and you lean into him, his chest, a sigh slipping out. He finally kisses your temple “...and mine…” he finishes.

“Thank you.” you whisper, a few stray giggles escaping. You feel light, like you were sinking into a sea of clouds and Zhongli cradles you as you did, careful not to let you fall any farther than you must.

You knew this feeling, this sense of comfort and love and affection. And when your hand slips over his heart and you hear the thundering beat against his ribcage, you know he feels no different.

Zhongli strokes your cheek. “No, thank you.” he intones sweetly. “Thank you for being mine.” 

His eyes crinkle at the corner and you watch hard gold melt into warm honey.

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

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[lychniis]

― ACORN AND DAISIES.

raiden ei , ningguang , shenhe x reader.

“your love is reciprocated.” + “loyalty / i will stay by your side.” + fluff

WARNING(S) : mentions of blood ( ei ), dead animals ( shenhe ) and a few slight sugar mama ( ??????????? ) implications and slight suggestive themes ( ningguang ). however this is mostly fluff and three women low key simping for you.

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&& . ei | raiden shongun · ( the battle is over ; rest with me )

THERE WAS BLOOD on the floors of the Tenshukaku. 

Ei has seen plenty of it in her time alive, from the details of war and her countless campaigns. She has seen blood on you in those moments on the battlefield, but your loyalty always stayed unwavering and your resolve, unyielding. The stalking tiger, the Raiju who tears apart those who oppose her with claws made of cloudburst and a roar that invokes your thunderous wrath.

( Your name was one Ei cherished amongst her closest friends and a name those she reviles, grow to fear. )

It was an honor, you’d say, to serve under her, to fight for her, to lay down your final words in her name. It was an honor, you’d say but even with the centuries Ei holds in her hands and the never ending cycle of loss that she lay witness to, the traitorous thought of you turning into stardust ( just like everyone else, again and again and again ) still invades her mind during her moments of solitude, when the noise from Inazuma and Yae’s voice no longer berates her. 

Perhaps in the end, Ei was a weakling to fear something so unlikely. To fear the news of you never returning from a crusade, the news that she’d never see you again, that you’d turn into one of the many faces she now mourns for. Another friend lost to time, another absence that leaves a cold spot behind her.

There was blood on the floors of the Tenshukaku.

And Ei was afraid.

“Milady, you worry too much.” You assure with a laugh while the healers throng about your bleeding body. Your clothes were stained red and Ei see the handle of a spear gutting into your abdomen but you still smile ( and she thinks it’s radiant, even in the macabre state you were in ). She does not move though, quietly watching your wounds treated, the glow of hydro reflecting off of your face with a pale blue sheen. 

Ei did not know how to heal. It was Makoto who sealed your wounds and sang for you and Ei between a cup of tea and a platter of mochi. Ei only knew how to fight and wield her spear. In a situation that called for gentleness like her sister’s, she finds herself useless.

( She wants to help you, to ease your pain. The poison in your wound was hardly lethal for a spiritual being like you, but you still wince whenever you shift and your hand still twitches and your jaw still clenches. It shouldn’t hurt you but it does, just as watching you suffer so stings her heart. Ei know, she knows you hide more than you let on. And she knows she can only watch you suffer in uncomfortable silence. )

Once you were tended to and your torso was wrapped with linen, Ei sat herself beside you with a frown on her face. You raise your head a little, indecisiveness settling in your gaze. Ei tucks brushes some of your hair away with a sigh. 

“You worry me, sometimes.” she admits, her voice soft, like she was opening up her box of secrets and her thoughts, letting you catch a glimpse of the terrified woman beneath the stoic warrior. “Please, do not turn to such recklessness again.”

You hum, your eyes snapping shut for a brief moment. “I will try, Almighty Shogun…”.

She does not believe you.

A hand rests upon hers. Ei’s glances at you. Your eyes crinkle at the corners. “I won’t be leaving anytime soon, Ei.” Her name escapes your lips easily ( and she finds her cheeks heating up jut a tad bit, for you, a friend, a companion, perhaps more, perhaps… ).

She sighs, lacing her fingers with yours and she presses a gentle kiss on your knuckles. You pass her an embarrassed look but she cares little of it. The promise had been made and she mulls over the thought till she nods with contentment.

“I trust your loyalty, then.”

&& . ningguang · ( the loveliest of treasures ; she holds close )

“EYES ON ME now.” Ningguang smiles, her metal tipped fingers raising your chin up to meet hers. The brush tickles as it paints a line of red over your eyelid but it was the act that seizes hold of everything that was logical and rational in your mind. Ningguang’s closeness, the softness of her hold, her own scarlet rimmed eyes, her smile —

She was golden; when you look at her long enough. Like the sunsets beheld from the Jade Chamber or the minted mora she so keenly seeks and adores. She was always golden, even as the young girl who you’d accompany to Yaoguang Shoal and share a hot snack with at the stairways of shops and bookstores. Ningguang, who was the face of beauty in Liyue’s streets, who captured hearts around her.

( You were one of them, from the start, from that moment she had taken your hand and whispered your name one chilly night beside a small campfire, with nothing but the stars and the sky above you two. )

It was her hum that brought you out of your wandering thoughts and back to reality. “It’s smudged.” she muses, completely unbothered by the mess of red at the corner of your eye. Wiping away the ink, she dips her brush back into the pot again and leans in closer. “Now, stay still…you keep fluttering your lashes and it hinders my work…” 

“Alright…” you could help but giggle, staying still and willing your eyelids to cease it’s nervous movement. You felt that coldness on your skin again and she began her work once more with meticulous detail. Her touch grazes against your chin then down, down, down to your neck, her lips turning up cheekily. “Ningguang…” you whisper with a breathless lilt and her scarlet gaze pins you down.

“Yes?” she teases, brushing up against one particular spot and your head jolts — you were laughing. She was smiling too, her head tilted to the side and her hair stroking your cheek softly when she shifts to place something on the marble table beside you two. You couldn’t see what it was, too focused on her cleaning the smudged ink off of you once more. 

“Oh dear…” her concern and annoyance was painfully false and it only served to make you laugh even harder, the humor in your chest rising and rising till you were reduced to nothing but a giggling pile in her hands. “You’ve gone and smudged your makeup again.”

“You know I'm ticklish!” you cry out helplessly. “You may as well have one of your servants do it for me if it bothers you so, no?”

Something flashes in her stare and you wonder if your mischievous words struck a little deeper than expected. Ninnguang always shrugged vitriol off easier than she made her money. She could hardly be bothered by it and she knows you were flippant in your intentions and delivery; a forgettable statement at best.

Your laughter ceases when you see her brow pinch and her painted lips purse.

“Hm, yes…” she hums, lifting your chin up. “I could do that…but I’m a terribly greedy woman and I hardly think I would pass up an opportunity to have you like this…” a pause. “...for myself…” she adds. 

You hardly expected that from her, how her voice seems to grow heavier as she whispers her ‘I love you.’ They were frequently shared words between friends, between you and her as an innocent gesture and an affectionate one. The ‘I love you’ uttered by the two of you hardly holds the weight of romance.

( You keep telling yourself that, that lie, even when Ningguang kisses your cheek, or buys you everything and anything under the sun, who lets you into her chambers and rests beside you, speaking of the days when you were both reckless children racing barefoot across the beach. )

“I love you too, mi-guang.” you reply. She stares at you, long and hard, face betraying no emotion whatsoever.

That was when you noticed the dragon and phoenix chopsticks on the table and the look on her face says everything.

&& . shenhe · ( the warmth of a meal ; she missed it so )

YOUR FIRST SIGHTING of Shenhe, the crane girl was at the valleys of Juehyun Karst, a bouquet of Qingxins in your hand. She was a silver shape in the distant peak, with hair like star glitter and her spear at the ready ( strange, solitary, and so far away and alien ). The muffled scream of an abyss mage follows, then a palpable silence.

You wasted no time in packing your things and leaving. Death was not something welcomed yet.

The second time you saw Shenhe, it was in Liyue harbor. She was staring at a noodle stall with the intensity of a warrior who anticipates glorious battle. She also wasn't blinking either and the poor stall keeper, for all his modesty, was beginning to nervously sweat under the heat of her gaze.

“Is something wrong?” you step in, anxiously glancing between him and the silver girl ( and you think you’ve heard of her, of the adeptus of Aocang who exorcized the demons that dared sink their claws into hallowed ground ). The silver girl only huffs.

“That is none of your concern.” and then, she leaves the two of you behind with shared bewildered stares.

The third time you saw Shenhe, it was at Juehyun Karst again. She stands close now, close enough for you to see her impassive stance and feel her scrutinizing glare. As beautiful as the silver woman was, she was a terrifying creature, like a gilded dagger ( beautiful and sharp ). But you nod politely and quietly leave behind some of your spare lunch; a bowl of noodles.

The bowl was empty when you returned.

The fourth time you saw Shenhe, she was at your gate. You try not to scream when you catch sight of her tall frame, terrified that you may have sought out her wrath in some way. To be cursed or killed by an adeptus…the most you could do now was pray to any listening god for your safety.

She does not come any closer though and any monster foolish enough to wander too close was killed.

( She did catch your gaze once, when you placed a bowl of hot Banmian on your windowsill and retreated back, much like an inexperienced bumpkin handling a dangerous tiger. She wordlessly collected her food when your back was turned and returns the dish without so much as a thank you. )

The fifth time you saw Shenhe, she was at your doorway, with two dead fowls in her hands. You figured she must have liked your cooking because she holds the birds up with solemn expectancy ( and you were struck by how child-like she seemed at that moment, like she was waiting for a promise to be fulfilled, for a faraway dream that she deemed perfectly attainable ). You take them, anxiously glancing between her and her supposed gift.

“Will you cook some for me?” she asks, her tone still curt and apathetic, but you sense — just sense — a hint of hope and perhaps some longing as well beneath it all. Her frame glows white ( she looked like a lost spirit…perhaps she was a lost spirit ), her light blue eyes stay trained upon you. You nod.

“What would you like?” you ask.

“Noodle soup.” her answer was immediate, almost practiced and you wonder why she seems so fixated on that dish. “For you too.” she adds, pointing to the second fowl. You blink. That was...sweet...?

An hour later, you set the table and she helps herself, content with her meal. You do not question it; simplicity was a life you liked living and you doubt she was ready to answer any questions that were brimming up to the surface like scalding magma.

Shenhe keeps returning with food and with her visits, comes a comfortable familiarity. She’ll tell you about her studies under the adepti and you’d tell her about the harbor. You weave Qingxins in her hair when you think she isn't looking; when she knows you’re there, but she sees no reason to talk, you utter her name with a smile now rather than a nervous tug at your lips ( and it comes out easily, and it feels like silk on your lips ) and she tentatively grasps your finger with hers during evening walks. 

( The two of you witnessed a couple do so once during the Lantern Rite. It was the first time you saw her shy hesitance when it came to touching you, but she was gentle for a being who knew violence ).

“If anyone dares to bother you,” she declares one day. “Tell me of them and I'll break their legs.”

You raise a brow, mildly distressed. “Surely that's not how you confess your affections for me…?” you utter under your breath, drawing your free hand away from a paper kite. Shenhe frowns.

“Is that not romantic? From what I have read in books, the willingness to protect a loved one is viewed to be quite appealing…”

You stare at her this time, at Shenhe who stares back with a confused tilt of her head, at the girl who lived tucked away within the realm of the gods high in the mountains, at the warrior who bore too much emotion in a single body and knew so little about humanity, who comes home everyday with a dead animal as a symbol of her courtship.

“Just kiss me already.” you sigh, exasperated. Shenhe’s cheeks flush pink but she dips her head and presses her lips against yours.

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

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raiju, in shintoism is actually the animal totem or comanion of raiden / narukami, the god of thunder. it's name literally means thunder beast and since it's species was never specified, there are a lot of iterations on what animal it was. a few popular ones are the wolf, the dragon and the tiger ( which is what i went for the reader here ). and yes, raiku, that tiger pokemon is actually inspire by raiju's tiger iterations. pretty cool, huh?

the dragon and phoenix chopsticks are usually given to married couples as a symbol of marital bliss and good luck. it's one of the reasons why zhongchi as a ship blew up so much, since zhongli gave childe a pair of the same chopsticks XD. while it is left ambiguous by hoyo, i'd like to think that this is either ningguang pulling all the stops and telling the reader to just flat out marry her, or is subtly asking them out.

the nickname the reader uses for ningguang is a play on words of sorts. some chinese nicknames shared between friends usually features a pun of sorts or a play on their names ( since chinese names can have similar pronunciations but completely different characters and meanings ). the name used means 'peaceful stroll'.

food in chinese culture is pretty important when it comes to forming bonds as well as to bring people closer. it plays a pretty significant role in festivals for this precise reason as well ( and i find it pretty fascinating since food in itself seems to share that universal value...at least in my culture as well. eating anywhere but at the table was considered pretty disrespectful ).

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[lychniis]

― RED CAMELLIA AND RED TULIPS.

rengoku kyojuro x reader

* . ⋆ “you’re a flame in my heart.” + “declaration of love / confession.” + fluff.

WARNING(S) : MORE FLUFF LOOK GUYS I'M ON A ROLL HAHAHAHAHAHA T R E M B L E. but anyway, some light angst but it's a blink and you miss it, mentions of blood, kyo being a little quieter because you're sleepy and some soft times.

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TO BE A DEMON SLAYER IS to ease yourself into the notion of death / the ceasing of existence / the end of life. When Kyojuro lifted his sword for the first time, when iron clogged his nose, he knew of the extremities of it. To be a demon slayer meant to fight, and to protect and to stumble through the world knowing that one day you would leave someone behind with grief bearing down on their shoulders.

To be a demon slayer, is to be a little insane. Perhaps, in a few cases, to completely abandon the notion of humanity and softness. But Kyojuro could not. He was not Shinazaguwa, who was all sharp edges and angles above his innate kindness, or Obanai who spews his venom to mask the emptiness in his heart. 

He was a Rengoku, Kyojuro, Ruka’s son, burning, blazing, warm. He was a dutiful child and an older brother and a lover. His heart swelled and it beat and it never shriveled beneath the despair. Kyojuro lived with death cupped within his hands, ready to burn his palms, to spread it’s poison, to spill onto the floor. 

He knows and every ounce of life, every second, he lives within it. 

He feels life in the food he eats between every delighted shout, the creak of wood beneath his feet, the smell of the cherry blossoms, the softness in Senjuro’s hair, the feel of your lips over his, he cherishes it. It’s everywhere, for Kyojuro, and perhaps, this lapse of weakness, his stubbornness to hold fast to his idealism  would be his downfall ( because he does believe, that one day this world would be safe, his family would be safe and he does believe that he must be a good man amidst it all ).

He shuts his eyes when you shift atop the futon. Your breathing is shallow, steady and the night crawls into day time. Kyojuro had arrived when dawn had slowly began to creep into the sky, his clothes drenched a mottled red and his zori sandals soaked in blood. He bathes, and passes by your room again. You were awake, sitting up in wait.

“Kyo…” you mumble, your voice cracking from fatigue. His lips tug up into a smile and he enters. 

( Normally he’d give you your space and let you rest, but you look at him with expectancy, and Kyojuro knows better than to say no. )

“My apologies…did I wake you?” he asks. You blink, then sigh with a shake of your head, your lips touching his cheek.

“No, I meant to stay awake till you returned.” The disappointment was palpable and you sigh with mild annoyance, relighting the lamp at your side to offer some semblance of light while the sun filters through the shoji screens. “You were gone all night. Aren’t you tired? Shall I make you some food before you sleep?”

He shakes his head. “Hm, it’s fine…i thought about you though…” he did, he always does. Kyojuro thinks it’s silly and the other Hashira say it’s silly, this childish, near giddy affection he holds for you. Mitsuri was sympathetic, maybe even moony eyed when your name slips out of his mouth. She tells him he’s hopelessly in love.

( And he was hopelessly in love in a way that draws his breath out, that stops the tides, that makes him pause by every stray flower and lets him smile and mull over thoughts of you. Kyojuro was so in love he thinks he might drown burn to ash if he dares to handle it with a careless hold and even then, he’d be thankful, euphoric. )

You cup his cheeks and squint and slowly the sleepiness turns to steely edged sternness. “I know you’re hungry after a long night, Kyo. Come on, I'll get you some breakfast and move on with the other chores…we can’t have your father waking you while you rest.” you are not fond of his father and he doesn’t blame you. He nods.

He was hungry and your home cooked food was a source of comfort.

He tugs at the hem of your kimono and steals a kiss. “Thank you, love.” he smiles. Then he pauses when he feels more words threatening to spill. Three syllables, three simple syllables but they held so much weight, so much intrinsic meaning.

( They were three syllables, so easy to say. )

Kyojuro thinks of his life, of his numbered days, of the smell of your hair, of the softness of Senjuro’s voice and the peace of long summer days and everything else he loves. He pulls you closer as the sun breaks through and the lamplight flickers, leaning his forehead against yours.

“I love you.” he sighs. “I love you ever so much, my darling spark.”

You smile and it meets your eyes in a wave of quiet happiness, like the flowers bloomed early and like you had caught the eyes of the heavens itself. 

“And I love you, Kyojuro.”

He laughs and it feels like happiness, like a man well loved.

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

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KYOOOOOOOOOOOO MY LOOOOVVVVVEEEEEEEE sniff he deserved so much better-

but anyway, traditional and even modern japanese couples don't sleep together which would explain why the reader has their own room. don't worry though, it's not really as bad as the west may put it because to sleep seperately means to grant each other peace. or in other words, they want their space when they rest.

it's a little strange since over here in my home, sharing a room....is kind of expected regardless of whether you're husband or wife or siblings or cousins XD.

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[lychniis]

― FERN AND MONKHOOD.

kaeya alberich x reader.

 “let me protect you / shelter.” + “beware, a deadly foe is near.” + reverse comfort.

WARNING(S) : contains mentions of blood, reader is a medic, kaeya is wounded, kaeya being smitten ( but it's low key ), reader being tired, that sort of shit.

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IT WAS THE STORM that brought Kaeya to you.

Kaeya, who was drenched in rainwater and mud, who leans against the doorframe with practiced breaths that slowly waned and grew weaker, who was dripping red on the wood floorboards of your home. The storm brought Kaeya home to you, wounded and pained and vulnerable and your hands are upon him in an instant with concern in your eyes and on your lips.

He leans his face into your shoulder. You can feel it, the strain on his body, on every muscle and the shaky rise and fall of his chest — you can feel his insistence on letting this stay an inconsequential encounter. “Think of it as a tryst, dear doctor.” he laughs when he is seated on your chair. He stains the cloth with his blood and you’re too busy and too worried to appreciate his joke.

Between the robotic haze and the familiarity of this routine ( he always has you patch him up; some of them easy enough and gifted a safe kiss in the end and some of them intensive enough for you to call upon the young deaconess to aid you through it ) you find yourself hunched over him, sewing his laceration with practiced ease. 

“How did this happen?” you despise how your voice shakes — with anger perhaps? Or was it your anxiety? Perhaps it was both, to have Kaeya be so foolhardy sometimes, to bear these wounds even when his job calls for it ( every knight sports their own scar; from training, from fighting. He was no exception ). You sound selfish, yes, for daring to let your mind wander to the darker parts of you where reason refuses to spread its roots. 

He was silent this time — and Kaeya loved to run his mouth, to tease away the heavy atmosphere. It’s uncomfortable, the quiet and you wanted to shout, to say something to pull off this unwanted blanket.

“Treasure hoarders.” His reply was short and you involuntarily flinched. It explains the stab wound. This was the workings of a human, after all, rather than the local monster. “I hope you don’t mind me barging in so impolitely…I’ll be off your skin soon after this.”

Your head snaps up and you feel everything; the incredulity, the annoyance, the exasperation, the worry and fear, your affection for this foolish, foolish man —

“Ah.”

— you may have tugged the bandages a bit too tight as a result. Kaeya covers up his wince with a weak chuckle, his delicate fingers ( they were worn down, scarred from training. But they were still pretty hands, suited for gifted artists or prodigious musicians ) curling around yours. 

“Absolutely not.” you snap and there is finality in the way you speak, and unmoving stubbornness in how you hold yourself. Kaeya blinks, then he frowns and he lets go of your hand ( and you know that he was not happy with this, happy with your refusal ). “You’re still wounded.” you continue, tying the bandage up while you set aside the bloodied rags and the needle and thread.

Kaeya fixes upon you that impassive blue stare.

“My, my you seem quite worried. It’s not that bad, you know.” he smiles. It’s an innocent gesture but it feels like ice, like the depths of winter; it feels cold and bleak and sullen and deceptively beautiful ( a reflex, you realize ). 

“Yes it is.” you breathe out. You stare at him, then at his bandaged stomach, your palm just hovering over it. Kaeya is still watching you, but his gaze softens, the ice melts and you feel your shoulders sag just a little when his brief annoyance fades to reserved acceptance.

“Why leave?”

“They will come after me.”

“Let them. I’ll just deal with it like I always do.” Your answer is blunt. Kaeya raises a brow. “Come on now…you can lay down on my bed. You look exhausted.” Helping him up, you ease his weight over your shoulder. His warmth engulfs you entirely but his hands are cold when you clasp them. You feel his exhale on your neck. 

“I can make you something hot to drink.” you offer.

“You spoil me, dear doctor.” he muses, letting you tug him along. Kaeya leans his head against your shoulder and you can hear the smile in his voice. In the background, the lightning crackles and the rain washes the dirt down. When Kaeya is laid on your bed, you see how he tilts his head just a bit to rest his cheek on the soft covers of your pillow and he whispers your name.

( Maybe, somewhere else in Teyvat, the weather is a bit more pleasant and a little less grim. But Kaeya crinkles the corner of his eye when you remove his eyepatch and stroke the scarred tissue. Your name is whispered again, you find yourself smiling and the rain and everything else but this very moment was forgotten. )

“I’d like a blanket though.” he says suddenly. 

“That’s it?” you ask carefully. Kaeya hums.

“And maybe you.” he adds with the slightest hint of a grin as he pats the empty space beside him. You laugh softly, and you feel a little less stress on your shoulders as you join him. His snark dissipates once his head is on your lap and he finds his comfort in your warmth, into something shyer, a little less sure. “Thank you.” was his exhausted response as the splendor continues to chip away against you.

“I’ll be right here.” you promise quietly, stroking his hair and his cheeks and everywhere else you knew he liked to be touched in these moments of soft intimacy. “If you ever need me.”

He shuts his eyes. There is a smile on his face and you think you could live a thousand more lives over and over just to see it again. The thunder rumbles once more and the rain pelts down harder. 

Then there was a knock on your door.

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

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[lychniis]

― MISTLETOE AND VISCARIA.

zhongli | rex lapis x reader.

“kiss me.” + “will you dance with me?” + fluff.

WARNING(S) : nothing much here safe for fluff, zhongli and the reader being an old married couple and sweetness that will induce terrible diabetes. also allusions to reader reincarnating and some angst if you squint ( but it's nothing serious ).

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“THIS ONE SOUNDS familiar…” you comment lightly when Zhongli plays a song on the radio. You can see the wistful smile on his face as he steps away from it, a look that spells an old fondness, a happy time, something that had emerged out of his treasure chest of memories ( a diamond, a ruby, a sapphire, it matters not. Zhongli always remembered the smallest of the small and he handled them all with the reverence of gold ).

“It is…” he agrees. “Come, dance with me.”

You set aside the sliced bamboo on the counter, his tone too alluring to ignore. He stands tall in the midst of that room, the light from the golden hour illuminating everything in him; the amber of his eyes, the brown of his hair and he looks godly, beautiful, ethereal — and he was, as a deity from a time long passed should. 

Zhongli takes your hand gently and he pulls you closer, his lips pressing against your temple while he leads you into a slow waltz. How romantic, you almost sigh. And how utterly Zhongli this act was, so gentle, so old fashioned yet so endearing and undeniably lovely to experience. 

“I believe…” he whispers in your ear. “This was the song that played when we met…” 

“Of course…” you breathe out and it makes sense now. “It was two lifetimes ago, yes?” you ask.

“Yes.” he affirms, twirling you. “You were the child of a perfume seller back then…you played this on the record your father owned while you were managing his store…” He pauses, then hugs you even closer, if that were possible, with the air of a man near desperation ( like he was stuck in a dream too good to be true ). “And our eyes met…”

“I thought you looked familiar.” you muse, a smile tugging up at your lips.

“And I thought you looked as beautiful as ever…” he finishes. He traces your shoulder, then your arm, slowly, carefully, his eyes lidded and you could see the years in his eyes and the adoration and the love ( a love he harbors for years and years, one that was stoked by passion as it held a warmth so soft.

A part of you always wonders if there would be a time when Zhongli would tire of you. If he would grow weary of waiting for you to return in your next life, because it was a cycle that hardly ceases, one that would weather down the patience of one too many. And it was a painful cycle, a cruel one for those who could hardly bear witnessing the unfamiliarity in a beloved’s eyes when they chance upon them.

But he never does and he always finds you. Always, waiting with a smile on his face and you’d fall in love all over again, steady as stone, unmoving as the earth he rules. Zhongli was reliable in that sense and he holds his promises as close to his heart as he does his contracts. )

“You nearly dropped the perfume bottle you wee holding…” you add with a cheeky light in your eyes. Zhongli huffs.

“Could you blame me, when you looked upon me like that?” he asks. “How cruel of you to tease me so, dear love.”

He could be playful too, in his own ways and he murmurs those words against your cheeks. You feel your cheeks grow hot and you find yourself melting, your insides warming till you were nothing but a puddle that flowed to to the whims of this silly old man. 

“Is that so? My apologies then…” your voice lowers to a soft coo and you bat your eyelashes coyly. “What can I provide in recompense to you, Mr. Zhongli, for my terrible behavior?” 

Zhongli’s smile widens. 

“A kiss perhaps?”

You find yourself smiling as well.

“How scandalous, Mr. Zhongli.” you laugh, throwing your head back while he pulls you against him. You lower your head, your nose brushing against his and there is a shared, almost bated breathlessness between the two of you that you could hardly describe ( it feels like everything, like a barrage of euphoria and tenderness and all the aches and butterflies in your stomach and the perfect longing, rolled into one heavy, restless ball in your chest ). “Kiss me, then.”

He does. His lips are on yours, gentle, coaxing and his hands are tangled in your hair, then on your cheeks and his breath tickles your lashes. He puls away for a moment, then descends upon you again.

“I love you.” he lets out breathily between each kiss. “I adore you. I love you.” 

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

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[lychniis]

― BELLS OF IRELAND AND NARCISSUS.

zhongli | rex lapis x reader.

 “beware.” + “stay as sweet as you are.” + fluff + angst

WARNING(S) : honestly pretty tame for angst, not much dialog tbh but he some serious broody zhongli during the archon war totally not fantasizing a future with the reader. reader is an adeptus and some blink and you miss it allusions to them getting down and dirty. nothing explicit though you can just take it as cuddling.

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i. YOU HAVE PLAYED ( I THINK ) AND BROKE THE TOYS YOU WERE FONDEST OF, AND ARE A LITTLE TIRED NOW. 

The world itself was a hard one to live in. Morax knew it well, because it was cruel, cruel to take away what he had, cruel for this battle he must fight, cruel in ways so subtly damning even he finds himself inexperienced in the four thousand years he walked.

But the new adeptus under his care was young and bright eyed, proud in a way that reminds him of his hot blooded youth. You think the world was beautiful ( and it was that as well, Morax agrees ), and your heart was still soft in a way that held a foreign touch in his fingertips. One day, he knew it would disappear because time wore away innocence and it twisted kindness and turned its faint tune into dissonance. 

You’d turn into him and what he is now.

But he stares at you from his higher perch. He watches you with a concerned eye and he seeks you out when he reeks of iron and old rust and his robes are stained red. And you’d take him, let him rest with a smile on your face, so eager to lend your aid.

( Something in his chest stirs, and the bleaker days, he is reminded of why he fights. )

Perhaps he loved you then, like a lover may have. It was a soft cry, present but easy to ignore. Perhaps if he were more cruel, he would have taken you away and caged you amidst the mountains, preserving what was still left in you before that was stripped away.

He wasn’t that ( not anymore ). Morax thinks you are far happier when you are free. You shine brighter. You smile more ( and he likes it when you smile, like the sun itself was rising, like the clouds were breaking away after days of incessant rainfall ).

So he lets you take off to the beyond and prays you’d return unharmed.

ii. TIRED OF THINGS THAT BREAK AND — JUST TIRED. SO AM I.

He knew he was asking for too much. When you returned from your first battle half dead, Morax knew something in you would shift, and it did. The spark was gone, you were wearier, you were scared. Time finally began its work with you and he watches, silently, a little afraid, a little mournful. But it was a sight common to see and Morax knows to quietly accept it.

Because history repeats itself in the end. He played no part in weaving the string of fate and he held no power over its course. 

( Yet something breaks in Morax all the same when he sees you cry under the veil of night.

He fears that one day, it will break and you will never get up again. )

“Will it ever stop hurting?” you asked one day when you rested your head on his chest. He pauses, and he remembers what Guizhong taught him.

“It won’t. We can only hope it will get better now.”

You had fallen silent.“We shall be going into battle again soon,” he says and he feels you sink further and further in his arms, unconsciously trying to hide away from that thought, hide away from the possibility of you having to fight again, having to kill again. “I have a request to ask you.”

“Hm.”

“Osial is dangerous,” he whispers. “I want you to stay safe.” It was the first time he told you that. Because Morax finds himself holding something fragile, and he is afraid of yet another part of his heart ( as petrified as it is ) shattering as you slip past his fingers and into the abyss. Because Morax was selfish in a way, in his refusal to let you go.

You look up at him, eyes wide.

“Do you truly wish that, my lord?” there is unsurety in your expression. Morax nods and he holds all the raw sincerity in that fleeting look that ghosts over him.

“I do. Perhaps when a time of peace arrives, you can set your weapon aside and live the life you wish.”

“A life I wish…” you repeat. “I wish to travel…” It comes out soft and hoarse, so hesitant, of hoping, of daring to peek through. “Travel without the fear of getting killed.”

“Then you will.” he promises and he hopes you’ll smile the way you used to when that time comes. He hopes you’ll come back and fall into his arms and you could lay down , exposed to the world, with no worries of death lurking close.

Your purse your lips. “Alright then.” and he thinks he can finally sigh in relief.

He sees you in the distance a few days later. The weight on your shoulders is still present and your eyes are still tired and smattered with its cracks and fissures. But he sees the spark brimming beneath it all ( that dormant flame that slipped beneath the edges when it was nearly snuffed ) and he knew you would stay true to your promise.

He meets your gaze as the ocean roars.

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

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zhongli : and i want to start a family with you too. reader : ?????.

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[lychniis]

# ― FLOS ANTHALOGY MASTERLIST 

↷ multiple characters x reader | event info + prompts

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― GENSHIN IMPACT

✺ — acorn and daisies [ ei | raiden shogun && ningguang && shenhe ]. 

* . ⋆ "your love is reciprocated." + "loyalty / i will stay by your side." + fluff

✺ — fern and monkwood  [ kaeya alberich ]. 

* . ⋆ "let me protect you / shelter." + "beware, a deadly foe is near." + reverse comfort

✺ — azalea and marigold  [ zhongli | rex lapis ]. 

* . ⋆ "take care of yourself for me." + "grief." + angst

✺ — mistletoes and viscaria  [ zhongli | rex lapis ]. 

* . ⋆ "kiss me." + "will you dance with me?" + fluff

✺ — pink camellia  [ diluc ragnvindr && kaeya alberich && zhongli | rex lapis ]. 

* . ⋆ "longing for you." + angst / pining + fluff

✺ — bells of ireland and narcissus  [ zhongli | rex lapis ]. 

* . ⋆ "beware." + "stay as sweet as you are." + fluff + angst

✺ — iris and general carnation  [ kaedehara kazuha ]. 

* . ⋆ "your friendship means so much to me." + "fascination." platonic + fluff

✺ — red camellia and white camellia  [ zhongli | rex lapis ]. 

* . ⋆ "you are a flame in my heart." + "you're adorable." + fluff

― DEMON SLAYER

✺ — jonquil and viscaria  [ sanemi shinazaguwa ].

* . ⋆ “i’ll give you attention / desire” + “will you dance with me?” + fluff and suggestive

✺ — red camellia and red tulip  [ rengoku kyojuro ]. 

* . ⋆ "you're a flame in my heart." + "declaration of love / confession." + fluff

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[lychniis]

― AZALEA AND MARIGOLD.

zhongli | rex lapis x reader.

“take care of yourself for me.” + “grief.” + angst.

WARNING(S) : while not exactly major character death, we can count forced separation a warning enough, reader suffering, zhongli suffering, angst, hurt / no comfort.

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i.

“SING ME YOUR song.” Zhongli asks you once when the sun was high and the ginkgo leaves were gold. Refusal was non-existent around Zhongli, and even your embarrassed flush and the hesitant voice in your head fell flat in the face of his smile ( a beautiful smile, a cherished smile, something you wish you could store away somewhere like lightning in a bottle ).

“Of course.” The words escape easily and you sing ( of everything beautiful and all the little things that matter and don’t ). He hums to your tune and he shuts his eyes. The ancient light within him glows but he is unbothered by your staring. He only smiles wider, and there is mischief in his lines and in the corners of his lips.

He was content with your song and with you in his arms and you were content as well. 

( Because this was love; despite your ephemerality, despite Zhongli’s longevity. This was love and the acceptance of that fact. This was Zhongli seeking you out and memorizing your laughter, memorizing the dips and the edges of what made you and what made this. This was love. )

ii.

“Sing me your song.” Zhongli asks you in the dead of night. His arm rests over your frame and his nose is tucked into your hair. He smells of Osmanthus Sencha, possibly from his nighttime brew ( you smelled it in the kitchen when you were rearranging the bookshelves ) and you nuzzle in with sleepy blinks and a soft yawn.

“Now?”

Zhongli chuckles. It is rich, deep and the fluttering in your stomach begins again ( and you were that blundering fool once more, so in love, so infatuated with this man in front of you ). “If you are comfortable, yes.” he replies, and you feel a featherlight kiss on your lips.

So you sing. Your voice is hoarse, you pause in between to yawn again, but Zhongli still listens and his honey eyes hardly shift away from the adoration they hold. Your voice finally ceases and you lapse to trembling silence save the sound of him breathing and the bustle below. Zhongli kisses you again. It is slow, loving and he takes his time ( for he has plenty to spare ).

“Thank you.” he murmurs. “Now rest…you need your sleep.

He’s humming again. You know the tune and as your consciousness slips, you see the absent look in his eyes..

You sleep. 

iii.

He feels less like Zhongli sometimes. His gaze is disconnected, the gold in his eyes shines a little duller and when he looks at you, he takes a moment for him to soften, to let his love show. You see it in how he stares less about the harbor with bittersweet reminiscence. He does not speak of his old tales. 

This is fine, you tell yourself. He just needs space and he needs time. As stubborn as he can be, Zhongli can still change and he still finds himself walking down paths he’d hardly take. This is fine.

Zhongli forgets about your birthday that year.

iv.

“Would you like me to sing your song?” you ask softly. Zhongli blinks. 

“Your song?” he repeats. He looks confused, but he nods. “Alright then.” The wave of his hand prompts you to start. Your voice is shaking and the hole in your chest only sinks deeper as you stroke his cheeks. Remember this, you tell yourself. Remember this. Remember the gold in his eyes, the warmth in his smile, the way he turns his face away when he is embarrassed. Remember this.

Zhongli sighs. “Your song…ah yes…” he whispers and the sadness in his face grows ( and a part of your heart breaks and everything feels raw and wrong ). He does not speak after that and listens to your melody, fingers lacing with your own. When the song ends, Zhongli kisses your knuckles ( there was melancholy in everything now ).

“I love you.” he smiles. There is still a part of him left; weathered down fragments and shattered pieces of who he was. The parts that shone through and gave you this one last respite ( and you do not know if it hurts you less or if it hurts you more now ). “I love you.” he repeats. A weight settles over your shoulders.

You kiss him on the lips one last time. 

“I love you too.” you whimper out, just barely managing to muster them out past your broken voice and the tears that begin to fall. He wipes them away, like he always did.

“Take care of yourself for me.” he begs. You stare at him long and hard, at Zhongli, at everything and you nod.

Remember this.

Cloud retainer leads you away, her voice soothing but you hear nothing but static and the adeptal seal click into place behind you.

( And you think, you swear, you heard him hum your song behind you. )

v.

People speak of a song that is sung in Mt. Aocang; and a lonely dragon within it's caverns. He remembers not who he is, but he knows his heart once knew love.

He still sings his song and the sadness it holds ( for he was lost and he has forgotten himself and the people have forgotten him ).

Most souls leave immediately. But some stop to listen.

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

requested by : @meimeimeirin

today i woke up and chose emotional violence. blame rin; she put the idea in my poor liddle head.

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[lychniis]

― IRIS AND CARNATION.

kaedehara kazuha x reader

“your friendship means so much to me.” + “fascination.” platonic + fluff

WARNING(S) : some older sibling figure reader with kazuha! reader refers to kazuha as 'child' or 'kid', reader wields a geo vision, depictions of blood and death, kazuha's friend goes by tomo.

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VERSE I. His name was like a whisper, a breath of fresh air, the gentle fall of rain and something you strove to protect ( and you looked into his eyes and you think you might have seen a bit of yourself in him, of someone who once stepped out of the world with the same unsurety ).

Kazuha who wanted to be everything, once upon a time, then asked to be nothing, to be the wind, to be a blank canvas he must fill with his splotches of color. He was a fascinating child when he looked your way for a spark of friendship. A child who felt the earth beneath his feet for what it was, who heard the wind’s steady whispers, who smelt the influx and the nuance that threaded together everything that was around you.

Kazuha, who was, in all right, the brother you find yourself with, who you cherished. There was a ferocity there, to wish his life be free of tumult, of the storm you knew was rising from the horizon.

The winds cannot be contained within a cage. It never could and Kazuha was just that, even with your worried fretting in the deepest of nights.

( You knew Kazuha would leave one day, to the mountains and the seas. Because he was the wind and you were steady earth. )

VERSE II. You teach Kazuha how to make whistles out of leaves and how to sing your own tunes through them, quiet dulcets from the little you had.

“You have a good ear.” you tell him one day as you fiddle with one, its green surface smooth and velvety beneath your fingers. The sun was warm on your cheeks and it brought a flush to his face and a tan on his arms. “I’m sure you’ll compose a wonderful song to go with your poetry.”

Kazuha liked poetry. He told you of the days he stayed awake reading through the old books pf his fathers library, and you envision him, a smaller him seated amidst a sea of papers. It feels strange envisioning Kazuha in a mansion, bound by four walls. It’s an alien concept, but it was endearing as well to glimpse into that starstruck youth he must have been

“Can I?” There is slow hesitance in his words. He picks the leaf apart gently with his eyes, like a puzzle, like an enigma. 

You smile.

“Play me a song, Kazuha.” you assure. 

You see his lips turn up at the corners. “And if it’s terrible?” He knows the answer, but he teases you, just a little. “Will you denounce me?” Humming gently, the wind picks up and cools the sweat on your brow. Kazuha tilts his head and listens, his eyes slipping shut. The wind slowly ceases and he opens them again.

“I’d rather you just try again.” you respond. Kazuha nods and raises the leaf to his lips.

( He accidentally blew it out of its fingers. )

VERSE III. It was the yelling that alerts you of Kazuha being in danger.

Your hands were still bloody from carrying Tomo’s corpse away ( you didn't want to think of it, seeing him lain across the floor, dead, the ghost of a smile on his face ), and was still slick with rain washed dirt from the burial. But you were on your feet and you run to the source, to the scent of autumn, to where the wind shrilly beckons.

Kazuha was wounded, his breaths were labored.

You do not waste time in cutting down the last of the Shogunate soldiers. Your sword glows a wicked red against the dim light of the moon when you step over the final body and Kazuha shakily rises to his feet. His hair is drenched from the rain.

There are more voices in the distance and the orange glow of pyro.

“You must leave.” you tone is firm, but his hand stops you from finishing his sentence. You see the fear in his eyes, the desperation.

“I…I’m sure we could both make it to the port. My friend…please…you could come with me.” It was shaking, his body his words but his face still held onto its fragile serenity. Tomo’s death was fresh on both your minds. And Kazuha was wounded and weakened. 

“Kazuha, remember what I taught you.”

He lifts his head, and his shoulders sag defeated. Even he knows his limits.

“Battle has its time and place…” he recites.

You nod, softness washing through your gaze. “I can buy you enough time. Go to Ritou, escape Inazuma, stay alive. I shall be fine.” you pat his shoulder. The voices draw closer and you know you must draw your sword again. 

“I will wait then,” he promises. 

You flash him a tired grin. “And I await your next song, Kazuha.”

He lingers for a moment and then he’s gone, a flicker of orange against inky black. The soldiers were a few feet away and you face them, your gait faltering only for a moment from your nervousness. 

Then you feel the very earth beneath you shake as the amber shine of your Vision comes alive.

VERSE IV. Half a year later, upon his return to Inazuma, and atop the high cliffs, Kazuha plays his tune again. It pierces the breeze and shifts the air. It carries over the treetops and over the rivers ( And it cries, it screams, it laughs. It was so much in one, of what he felt in the past and in the present and what he hopes to feel in the future. It was Kazuha’s song, and it held the value of his friendship ). Then he stops and waits.

Another shrill whistle responds as it morphs into a song of its own, clear as day to his ears.

Kazuha smiles. He was home.

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

requested by : @voidlesslove

a bit of change in format, i initially wanted it to have THREE verses, like a haiku but eh, we'll make do with four hehehe XD. but thank you for requesting! kazuha is my boo child and he deserves love and affection.

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[lychniis]

# ― FLOS ANTHALOGY ( 100 FOLLOW EVENT ) [ CLOSED ]

↷ multiple characters x reader | event masterlist

利口な君は夢を見た儘, 悟った振りで水を注いだ

DISCLAIMERS !!

I DO NOT OWN THE characters mentioned, with them belonging to their original creators. the above image was taken from pinterest. however, i will not tolerate plagiarism of any kind of this work. please do not steal / repost / copy my work onto this or other websites and if you find it anywhere else ( save tumblr, quotev or ao3 ) then kindly let me know.

RULES !!

✧ — i will accept sfw + nsfw works for the following fandoms : ( i ) GENSHIN IMPACT ; ( ii ) DEMON SLAYER ; ( iii ) ATTACK ON TITAN.

✧ — once a prompt has been requested, it cannot be requested again in the same fandom. bouquet prompts are an exception though just as long as you don't use the same prompt combinations. the genres accepted are fluff, angst, hurt / comfort / no comfort, crack.

✧ — requests may take time to answer, mainly because i have a lot on my plate in real life. please be mindful of that and be patient. if i am unable to complete a request after accepting it, i will personally let you know.

✧ — requests may take time to answer, mainly because i have a lot on my plate in real life. please be mindful of that and be patient. if i am unable to complete a request after accepting it, i will personally let you know.

✧ — i will be writing headcanons ( bulleted points ) and drabbles ( a really short one - shot ). please specify which of the two you would like. the maximum character limit is three characters.

✧ — the reader will be passing as gender neutral for most of these requests unless specified. i want to be as inclusive as possible for all genders so i will be using the second person narrative as well as they/them pronouns. if you do want a reader for a specific gender please say so.

✧ — please use the following format while requesting :

[ character name ] + [ given flower / prompt ] + [ genre ] + [ additional notes, if any ]

or bouquet combinations [ character name ] + [ flower one / prompt one ] + [ flower two / prompt two ] + [ additional notes ]

✧ — characters i am comfortable writing for reference :

genshin impact : zhongli, diluc, kaeya, childe, yelan, ningguang, shenhe, xiao, kazuha, itto, ei + the fatui harbingers.

demon slayer : kyojuro rengoku, shinobu kocho, sanemi shinazaguwa, tanjiro kamado, akaza, kokushibo, douma.

attack on titan : levi ackerman, mikasa ackerman, jean kirstein, hange zoe, eren jaeger, armin arlet.

✧ — i will be taking requests now and start with answering them after my tests are over and done with > . < !!! till then thank you guys for your support!

PROMPTS !!

acacia ― beauty in retirement

acorn ― your love is reciprocated

anemone ― forsaken

arbutus ― i love you

azalea ― take care of yourself for me

begonia ― beware

bells of ireland ― good luck

cactus ― endurance / strength

pink camellia ― longing for you

red camellia ― you're a flame in my heart

white camellia ― you're adorable

general carnation ― fascination / i find you fascinating

pink carnation ― i'll never forget you

red carnation ― my heart aches for you, admiration

purple carnation ― capriciousness / how bold of you

yellow carnation ― you have disappointed me

cyclamen ― good bye / i can't stop you

daffodil ― the sun is always shining when i'm with you

daisy ― loyalty / i will stay by your side

fern ― shelter / let me protect you

flax ― domesticity

forsythia ― anticipation / i await you / i await something

gardenia ― secret love

gladioli ― i'm really sincere

lavender heather ― solitude / i need space

purple hyacinth ― please forgive me

white hyacinth ― loveliness / i'll pray for you

yellow hyacinth ― jealousy

hydrangea ― frigidity / heartlessness

iris ― your friendship means so much to me

ivy ― wedded love / fidelity

ivy sprig with white tendrils ― anxious to please / anything for you

jonquil ― affection returned / desire / i'll give you attention

orange lily ― hatred / i revile you

white lily ― it's heavenly to be with you

yellow lily ― i'm walking on air

daylily ― flirtation

lily of the valley ― sweetness / you've made my life complete

marigold ― grief

mistletoe ― kiss me / affection

monkhood ― beware, a deadly foe is near

narcissus ― stay as sweet as you are

nasturtium ― conquest, victory in battle

petunia ― your presence soothes me

white poppy ― consolation / you'll be okay

yellow poppy ― wealth, success

primrose ― i can't live without you

tea rose ― i'll remember always

white rose ― you're heavenly

stephanotis ― desire to travel

stock ― you'll always be beautiful to me

sweetpea ― departure, thank you for a lovely time

red tulip ― declaration of love / confession

yellow tulip ― there's sunshine in your smile

violets ― i'll always be there

viscaria ― will you dance with me?

magenta zinnia ― lasting affection / always and forever

scarlet zinnia ― constancy / routines

yellow zinnia ― daily remembrance

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[lychniis]

― JONQUIL AND VISCARIA. 

sanemi shinazaguwa x afab ! reader.

“i’ll give you attention / desire” + “will you dance with me?” + fluff.

WARNING(S) : contains spoilers for the end of the demon slayer manga, some suggestive content ( it's just one implied line tbh ), mentions of some dead people and not dead people, but it's mostly fluffy times here. reader is afab but no gendered terms or indicators are used.

# main masterlist | flos anthalogy masterlist

“DANCE WITH ME.”

Sanemi had to pull a double take to see if you were serious. Your unflinching gaze — that same one that was dipped in bubbling excitement — gave away that you were.

( His first thought was a very apprehensive ‘oh no, what’re you panning’. His eye might have twitched a little as well. It might have. )

“You want me to dance with you…?” He repeats, with a hint of incredulity as he dusts his hands free of any dirt, the words sitting on his tongue with an unfamiliar weight ( like onigiri with foreign fillings ). “Are you serious?”

“Yes.” You don’t blink. He feels a little unsettled.

Sanemi glances to the side, then down at his filthy clothes, then at your filthy clothes with a raised brow ( gardening was something he found himself enjoying with you these days; and you always liked the extra set of hands helping you out ). “Now?” you nod, bouncing on your heel impatiently. 

“Of course! I can teach you if you’d like!” you add, holding up your hands. “The westerners have one called the waltz…I had a teacher who taught it to me when I was younger…” you trail off, shyly smiling at him.

A gruff grumble was all you get in response. “I don’t dance.” he states, his tone coming across as a little more curt as opposed to the awkward fussiness he takes on around you ( if fussiness was the right way to describe it. Exasperation was more on point given what a feisty firecracker you. You’re lucky he loves you ). You hardly seemed to care, poking his arm. He utters your name with a hint of frustration. “I don't.”

“Why not?” you tease. “You scared of loosening up a little?” wiggling your fingers with a wide grin, you continued your poking assault on his arm. A childish attempt, Sanemi thinks. Then why the fuck were his lips tugging up at the corners? The victory that shone in your eyes means you must have seen it too and Sanemi knew that he could never deny you these moments of domesticity ( he liked them just as much as you did, to be honest. It feels like normalcy and stability ).

Ah, curse him and his weakness.

“Fine.” Sanemi finally relents, taking your hands. “I hope I step on your toes.”

Playfully tugging him closer, you only wrinkle your nose and snicker. “Works for me either way. That means I get to have you fuss over me for the next few days.”

He looks just a little startled when you say that. “I won’t actually break them, you know — I was just joking.”

“I know, ‘nemi, I know.”

Right.

Sanemi hopes his embarrassed blush wasn’t too obvious. You guide his hands gently, one coming to rest on your hip while the other clasped yours, fingers netting together. The position was vaguely familiar, during those moments of quiet intimacy, during cold nights when you were both sharing a blanket and a fire. Your hand would find his scarred one.

( And sometimes, it was when your back was pressed against the futon mat, his hold pinning you down with ease and your keening rang in his ears. )

The tiny bits of nervousness he felt soon dissipated. Then the two of you start to dance. 

Sanemi wasn’t new to waltzing. Rengoku told him about it as well ( he came from a well off family too, like you did. While the flame hashira hardly had the time in his schedule to indulge himself frequently, he spoke of the usual rich-people pastimes ), but it was different, hearing it from word of mouth and actually acting it out.

The movements were slower, far more fluid and graceful and rhythmic. Sanemi’s reflexes were always chaotic and harsh, a testament to his wind breathing technique. Being asked to partake in a dance routine so…elegant felt akin to asking a hurricane to completely change its course and not wreak havoc where it passed over.

“You need to be more gentle, ‘nemi.” Genya would tell him, his wide eyed gaze crinkling at the corners. Sanemi would just laugh and pat his head in response ( those were simpler times where childhood innocence, no matter how weathered down it was, was something he still held close ). The memory made his stomach turn with a mix of bittersweetness and lingering grief. Gentle, he tells himself. Be gentle.

Sanemi does not know how to be gentle — he had too many rough edges, too many years spent fighting and killing and fighting to know how to be, but he tries to. He thinks of Kanae or Mitsuri or Giyu and Tengen, people who knew how to be kind in their own ways. He thinks about Rengoku and his reliance. He thinks about Genya and the smile that reached his eyes.

Sanemi tries to be gentle.

“Relax.” your soothing voice snaps him out of his thoughts and it makes it a little easier. He takes a few clumsy steps, then a few more. You were patient, if not a bit amused, and you were clear enough with your instructions for him to slowly ease himself into the swaying. “That’s it! You’re doing pretty well.”

Sanemi looks at you, at the sun caught in your hair and the smell of earth and flowers that clung to you. Perhaps the years have finally weathered him down, he thinks. Perhaps Muzan’s death did make him weak and stagnant. 

He dips his head down and kisses you. He kisses you again and again and again until you’re both breathless. Sanemi kisses you with fervor and with passion and with tenderness and chaste affection.

The waltzing ceases as he leads you back inside the house and to his pleasant surprise, you were laughing. 

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

requested by @sanemisfav. thank you for ordering a bouquet!

i hope you enjoyed this piece ( i personally find it a guilty pleasure writing post infinity castle arc sanemi as the gruff, awkward and emotionally constipated but 'hey i'm genuinely trying and i love you very much' kind of guy.

© lychniis 2022. do no plagiarize, repost or rework this piece.

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[lychniis]

KJUHTRFDECVB to all my followers ( and anyone else ), the flos anthalogy is officially open!!!

( or in other words my fancy ass 100 - 150 follower event > . < )

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