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eluxcastar · 2 months

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Hello Riri! :]

I'm in my platonic harbingers with a child reader era, and you're one of the few people I follow who writes platonic stuff on an occasion. So here's my request!

Here's the small storyline I have. Reader is the child of a god (you're free to decide what they are the god of, if you want) who is extremely well known around Tevyat, and puts on a very intimidating and serious presence. Yet one unfortunate day, the readers parent dies, so now they have to take on their legacy at a too young of age. Making them grow up out of their childhood much faster and pressuring them into becoming exactly like their parent. Cold, intimidating, and serious.

And out of all the mortals the reader has met, the harbingers are who they find comfort in. They could be lecturing some other mortal one minute, and the next minute, they see one of the harbingers. They're grabbing them by the hands, bouncing on their tip toes with a bright smile.

(Hope you're having a good day! And please don't overwork yourself<3)

Fatui harbingers with a child god

── ୨୧：fatui harbingers & reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: child reader taking over as archon and basically immediately proving why child rulers are a bad idea but it's ok because it's cute and endearing

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, god reader, signora might be ooc tbh I struggled to think for her, not proofread

୨୧﹑words :: 3k

this has been in my inbox for some time, even though I've really wanted to do it for ages. I'm sorry honey it took me a while to get to it. the description of their parent at least to me was giving mr zhongli when he was morax and I immediately thought of the ramifications of him faking his death in the rite of descension which makes me wanna write something else BUT THAT'S FOR LATER

I meant to post this four and a half hours ago but suddenly it was like twice the length I thought it would be and uh yeah that was not the plan but enjoy the food served hot and fresh

There has hardly been a moment of grief since you were orphaned, and the people are turning to you for their next overseer. You, small, fragile, and ill-prepared, are the one they wish to see take up the pillar left in your father's wake. You weren't ready, and maybe you never would've been, embraced by the caring side of your well and truly mellowed-out father and cherished by the people as the child of the nation.

Your transition from people's treasure to people's guide was jarring, and you're still not used to it. You move with what pleases and hide what brings deep frowns and disappointed eyes. The people no longer want a child but a god. They want their pride, once a god who had walked by their side for millennia, now the passing generation of a god as the mantle shifts to his blood.

It's hard not to notice what they make you, now the spitting image of your father, though you can only parrot his earned wisdom and show a brave face to keep the nation from despair.

You have but a single ally—the Tsaritsa—someone whose messengers approached you to ask for your father's gnosis and who gladly agreed to offer you an invitation to Snezhnaya at your request to speak to her personally, quite honestly not knowing how to say that you frankly didn't know what to do with the gnosis. Though you could keep it, you're unsure how to harness its power, wield it, or even control it. Your father was strong, you're not.

She is an intimidating presence but gentle. She knew of your father for as long as she had been an archon—though they weren't on good terms toward the end—perhaps you could understand her more than he would. He was the original archon in his seat, but you are an inheritor like her. In her lands, you are the careful balance of both a god and a child, spoken to with the grace of a higher power but the softness that is befitting to a young child.

It is as you are.

Tartaglia is the first to seek a test of your strength, though you wish not to hurt him and convince him to wait. So long as the answer is someday, he allows you to let him down easily and settles at indulging your requests to join the snowball fight you noticed him having. You want to join in, fidgeting and with your gaze flickering between the smiling children and your feet. You push away your every want to join them and play as well, but remind yourself of the people who would scorn you. It's unfitting for a god to behave like an immature child, you remind yourself, but every hope of remaining steadfast to that is gone as Tartaglia notices you watching.

His offer is merely that—an offer. He speaks with a snowball forming in his hands as he approaches, his thick coat engulfing his form and the red scarf bundled around his neck to keep him warm. You have to look up to meet his eyes, playful and perhaps a little mischievous. Tartaglia holds the snowball out to you as if it were his peace offering.

"You look like you want to join the fun. Care to throw a snowball or two with us?"

"May I?"

And with that, you take his offering.

Pantalone's musings and the intentions of his gifts are not beyond you. He means to win you over and perhaps spoil you a little. It is coddling, and you notice it. He wants what he wants, and he will get it out of you, but it is also not beyond him to recognise that you are...naïve, endearingly. Pantalone can lavish you in fine silks all he wants, but you have received many offerings, so they don't particularly sway you as he had hoped, and he moves on. Your true weakness lies in children's toys, the many things you have been denied since you have been forced to steel yourself. The smile that twitches at the corners of your lips as he presents you with the first is enough to confirm it.

Toys are made for children; though you try to deny it, you are still a child at heart. Gifting a child a toy they will try to pretend they don't cherish but will protect with their life is perhaps the quickest way to earn their favour. He watches as you fiddle with the arms of the plush cat when you think nobody is looking, asking it questions and then responding to yourself in an all-too-dedicated voice you put on for this cat.

"Oh, Mr Cat, would you like some borscht too? It's very good."

"Yes, please, I would love to try some!"

Pantalone admittedly can't deny that you come with your own charms.

Signora spoils you what many of your aids have tried to before you, the chance to fix your hair, marvel at a pretty lady and wish you were half as sophisticated as her. She is your role model, second only to the Tsaritsa. She is beautiful and elegant and willing to teach you her ways as long as you continue to show up as cute as you are. Fix your posture a bit, head up, and walk everywhere with purpose, even if there isn't one. She has mastered the art, and you want it. Pantalone has his own appeal, a sophisticated man who learned through blood, sweat and tears, but there is something so distinct about Signora that makes you run to her at your first problem of presentation.

Like your mother, she will take you by the hand, lead you to a mirror, straighten your back, tilt your head up by the chin, and tell you to look at yourself now. Each time, you stare dumbly in awe of her reflection standing behind you, observing you like something precious, and it fills you with the confidence you need to heed her advice. It doesn't occur to you that Signora looks at you that way only because she thinks you're cute in your efforts, but too much like a child who got into their mother's perfume to be taken seriously.

"How others see you is important. Do you think they want to see their god with their back slouched and head hung? Hold your gaze above the people."

"It's-- well, different. I think I just look tense."

Sandrone has also come to realise that your weakness lies in toys, though she will not admit to aiding and abetting Pantalone's endeavours to find you a plushie. Instead, she shows you Katheryne. You have seen Katheryne before; you are sure of that, and that is only confirmed as Sandrone informs you that she exists in every branch of the Adventurers' Guild, including the one in your homeland. Katheryne is your access to knowledge, and the Northland Bank is your connection to Snezhnaya. Sandrone offers you comfort, the path that will lead you back to where help is and where you can go when you become overwhelmed by responsibility.

She likes your company, a reluctant admission that does not come cheap as she bargains your silence with the knowledge that she's aware of your liking for your cat toy. The embarrassment that overwhelms you is palpable until she offers you her workshop to play when your quarters are so overcrowded by your aids. You couldn't come to Snezhnaya alone for your safety, and it leaves you stranded without a moment of peace at times.

"Really?...and I can just, stay here? For as long as I want?"

"Isn't that what was offered to you?"

"Well...yes, thank you."

Scaramouche, whom you meet adjacent to Sandrone, is ill-tempered in the presence of others but a tad nicer when it comes to you. He does not drop his rough-around-the-edges personality to melt his heart out of his chest for you, but you manage to strike the perfect cord in his to gain liberties others cannot, having him share sweets with you. You learned at one point he really doesn't like them, leading you to wonder why they suddenly appeared ready and available for you to stuff your pockets full and snack on them when nobody's looking. You earn his favour through endearment and talk to him like he's normal because he is.

He is the child of a god, though in a different capacity to you. He was not loved quite so dearly by his mother and cannot share with you the pain of losing someone who treasured you. He was merely abandoned. There is the vague part of you that shuns the idea his softness is pity, sympathy even, as you're stuck stumbling through the world alone. It is all too familiar to him, and if candy will make you smile at him so cheerfully and hug him so tightly, then candy is a simple trade-off.

"Are you sure you don't want any? These are yours."

"Sickly sweet things make me feel like my teeth are fusing together. You can have them."

Pulcinella reminds you of home, the trinkets gathered on a whim that he keeps, the years showing through the rooms dedicated to him as you notice things your father told you of in stories. These are stories that Pulcinella will start off on without prompting, indulging your curiosity before you even lowered your guard enough to show it and casually enough that you slowly ask more. Every item holds a story: what it is, how he obtained it, why he kept it, who it was for. You see many such things around what used to be your house, but you don't know all of the stories, treasuring the ones you remember.

Pulcinella doesn't recall every story either, as some of your pointing and questioning is met with remarks of how long it has been. It is the only thing you feel you share with him, a living space filled to the brim with memories. Many of your trinkets don't belong to you, but his do, and it's nice to hear someone tell you stories again as he lets you pick from the collection of sweets in your pockets to eat when it suits your fancy.

"What about this? It reminds me of a lumenstone, the ones from the chasm."

"It is, and it came from Liyue when I asked that one of my subordinates bring it back for me. You must have a fine eye for these things."

"Not really, only lumenstone and noctilucous jade glow like this."

Arlecchino's offering to you is company, and plenty of it. Children who are so far removed from the stretch of news beyond the issues of the Steambird they manage to get their hands on that they wouldn't know your face from a haggler on the street. Father brought a guest to play with, and that's what matters as they induct you into their games, teach you the rules, and regard you exactly as they regard every other child their age. You are given the choice to simply become nobody, and you love it. Though you were once only a child, you were still the child of a god, and everyone knew it. Now, you elicit excitement only because someone new enters their lives, someone to learn about and befriend, merely a guest their father brought them.

Despite her sharp exterior, she is sweeter to you than you expected. You thought Arlecchino might be scarier, meaner, harsher, but she softens when she speaks to you. It is not with the cutthroat demeanour she holds speaking to the Harbingers and lacks a degree of the stern attitude she fronts to the children. You are not the average child, and it's necessary to treat you with some degree of respect, but you notice she's gentler with you than others, and it almost makes you feel special.

Columbina has sung you to sleep many times during your stay; her voice is sweet and more than enough to calm you. You let her hold your cat plush and dance with you in the hallways with the excuse you need knowledge of these things should you aspire toward being an archon, even if spinning around until you fall on the floor from dizziness and burst out laughing is a tad non-traditional. Columbina can see things others can't notice more than the human eye is capable of, and you'd rather not know what that's like. Something in the way she speaks tells you that it's hardly adjacent to anything human, closer to you, but still quite far off. It's interesting to hear the strange things humans have no business knowing.

Your hand is grasped in Columbina's, her fingers holding you tenderly. Her eyes are partly obscured beneath the lattice of a mask she wears. You're not sure if you could really call it a mask. She steps back, tugging you with her, and spins you in time with the steps she takes, each accompanied by a shift that forces you to keep up with where she moves, her other hand on your shoulder. It is the closest you will get to proper dancing, though merely a fool's waltz. You can't dance; being spun down a hallway while you struggle to match her movements feels much like you imagine a waltz would.

"It's not really proper dancing if we have no pattern to it."

"There is no such thing as proper dancing. If you'd prefer it, I could sing."

Dottore is someone you did not expect to be so open to the idea of you, and your assumptions were proven correct by his apprehension to engage with you. He is curt with you at best and avoidant at worst. You are a child filled with the yearning to touch everything that doesn't belong to you, desperate to hear too much about the things that don't concern you. You are young, needy, and with no concept of what is beyond you. Dottore's unique abundance of knowledge is appealing to you, however. He knows things your father did, many of which he didn't tell you, but Dottore will, so long as it gets you to sit still and stop interrupting him. You may be convinced you have pocketed your unnecessary emotions away, but he has seen you, and that is an insulting lie.

Your wants are written on your face plain as day, so long as people pay enough attention to you to care what you feel. He does not especially care, not for the child of a god, but it helps to know what you want to stick your nose in most. It helps to know how you benefit from him, and on luckier days, you might even catch him in a better mood when he is willing to indulge your interest in his knowledge. Your capacity to understand, let alone remember, hardly worries him.

"So you have clones of yourself? And they just...work for you?"

"Not exact clones—segments. They have wills of their own and use them as they see fit."

Capitano is strong, a man of few words, and he does not abhor your presence quite so strongly, nor does he indulge your more childish desires. What you get from Capitano is respect, the highest honour you can get from his book in your eyes, and it comes from your perseverance. You're running around working so hard when you're so young, and you deserve a break sometimes. You deserve a quiet place to curl up in the corner with that cat he's caught you hiding under where no one can bother you, and maybe with a few sweets you always seem to have these days. That corner still does not exist, though he will find you one if you want it.

You show no signs of slowing down, are energetic and eager and are far too committed to the act of being something you're not to listen to him when he tells you to rest. Gods must all be fickle. The most he can do for you is make sure you're safe and happy as you will be in your position, maybe wipe your hands of powdered sugar when you find pastries at the market you want and recklessly eat them without thinking of how you'll clean up short of wiping the remnants on your clothes, but you'll never do that as you are.

Pierro once made you nervous. He is a stern, serious man who never smiles. Pierro is steadfast in loyalty and never wavers, which is precisely what you have begun to aspire to be now that that is what has been asked of you. You could never hope to replicate the kind of dedication he has, and perhaps that is part of what sways you. Though you have become so comfortable behaving childishly around some people, you fear you may never be around him, whether because you fear his disapproval or yearn for his approval. Despite that, he is arguably who you trail around behind most, quiet, observing, trying to figure out how to copy and apply what he has to yourself.

It settles the quick realisation he reminds you most of what the people saw in your father. Someone like him is someone people envision fostering a nation to prosperity, and you fight your own subconscious to keep all of your slipping habits, making sure he never sees you sneaking candy, hiding your cat plush from him, refusing Tartaglia's every offer to play games around him. You're not sure why you think that will make him like you more, having long ago gained his favour, unable to notice the faint smiles and the conscious effort to make you believe he doesn't notice you out the window barreling snowballs at Tartaglia.

You are still a child at heart; he is just about the last person you can hope to hide that from.

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pigeonpeach · 4 months

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My lovely Wife

Aka Arlecchino and reader short! More baby lynette mentions as she is my favorite

Alrecchino is a dangerous woman. No woman or man dare to think otherwise. Many orphans are taken in across Tevyat and turned into perfect spies and warriors. She herself was one of them, she herself slit the throat of the previous Knave, taking his crown and dawning it herself. Indeed she is a woman who blood has stained her hand. So much so she’s certain there’s still dried bits under her nails that she cannot reach.

Still its in moments like these that her heart seems to make its presence known. She watched as her new caretaker was enjoying a tea party with the children. Using normal cups, some actually having non caffeinated tea. She recognized it as not being apart of the regular set in the kitchen. Oh how soft they look like this. On their knees as the children pretend to be discussing high topics or drama of fictional adults as if they were elitist ladies. Lynette in particular seems to enjoy this play. She sips her non caffeinated tea like a proper lady, her tail relaxed as she is sat right next to her mother. She notices how safe Lynette seems to feel around her mother. As shes close to her and seems to constantly look over at her to mimic her holding of the cup and posture. There are a set of small scones and treats too, likely prepared by mother as well. Lyney and Freminet being the only boys at the table. Most of the girls seem to be enjoying this play. Arlecchino smiles at this domestic scene, but she heads to her office before she is spotted. For blood is staining her sleeves and she wouldn’t like to ruin the moment.

When she comes back the children and them are still playing now a new game. This one being hide and seek. She smiles from the shadows spotting Lyney behind the couch. He spots her and seems embarrassed but she puts a finger on her lips. He nods in understanding as she approaches her beloved, her back turned as she counts down.

“Are you having fun?” She asks quietly, but her voice still sends shivers down their veins.

“O-oh! Yes. Yes.. did you need something.” Embarrassed they quickly turn around.

“No no. I just like watching you play with the children. You don’t mind if I watch correct?” She asks. She spots the blush on their cheeks.

“N-no its quite fine.” Arlecchino smiles as she sits on the couch. “Would you like anything?”

“Maybe some tea.” She asks. They nod as they quickly get her a cup to pour. Arlecchino watches Lynette emerge from her hiding spot as if to get some tea herself. Her little tail seems excited as she stealthy approaches her mother figure. Arlecchino smiles as Lynette appears to be eyeing the teacup. She quickly hides as to not be caught, while Arlecchino carefully takes the cup from their hands. Immediately upon turning around she watches as Lynette is caught. She smiles as Lynette now joins her mother in finding the others.

Its a rare sight to see the Knave smile. So for the children upon noticing their father they’re also surprised to see her smile. Nervously Lyney approaches her, his hat is still too big for his head as it regularly moves downwards to encompass his face. He quickly pushes it up.

“W-would father like to join?” He offers innocently. Arlecchino looks at her children with a rare hint of vulnerability.

“I’d be delighted to.” She said.

#genshin imagines #genshin x y/n #arlecchino my husband i love her so much #arlecchino x y/n #arlecchino x you #alrecchino #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino #arlecchino content

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feldsparse · 4 months

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There's Nothing Warm Between Us:

Il Dottore (Zandik) x AFAB Reader

(SFW, Fluff)

(Silly little drabbles I thought up in my head of a Modern Girl in Tevyat situation. Don't ask me how they met just know (Reader) was a STEM girlie. Residental lunatic needed an assistant and now they have awkward moments together cause they're both emotionally stunted. That's it that's the premise)

An exhausted animal sits in her little office at the end of the day, the door closed and a blanket around her shoulders. A moments peace usually wasted away by scribbling at reports and schematics. Experiments are more fun, well if you don't mind the rotten work that follows with it. She doesn't, not anymore at least, the blood washes down the drain at the end of the day anyways. There could be better ways at spending time than writing. Sleeping perhaps? Gods what those eyebags under her eyes would give just to get some fucking sleep. The lack of melatonin in Teyvat is a downright blasphemy. Big pharma and American healthcare had its wonderful little perks. Now she works for a man of many faces who you should probably never accept drugs from. Maybe when her courage arises to ask one of the more...softer? Segments for anything akin to horse tranquilizer then maybe. Zeta or Epsilon would probably help she thought, but when one listens the others will no doubtedly start asking as well. Damn Dottore and his connected consciousness. Wait would he help? The assistant tilted her head at the thought before shaking it indignantly. He has enough problems, his segments making up about twenty-four and himself making seventy-five of them. She's not going to be the one that breaks it to a hundred. Forcing her eyes awake and doubling down on the reports in front of her, the clock striking at five when she walks out of her own office and places the papers in a 'Done' folder outside of Dottore's office. A measured knock follows on the door to signify it's delivery, better than bothering him to tell him they're done. A couple segments passing by and nodding at her in greeting, Beta excitedly telling of his latest experiment. Delta notices the exhausted look in her eyes drags him away quickly, a thankful smile given from the assistant in turn. She retires to her office again and props her feet on her desk and leans back in the chair. Despite the futon next to the desk she knows if she falls asleep there she's waking up at 3am feeling like shit. Just for a moment, nobody will probably bother her. She leaves the blanket on the futon and falls asleep, embraced by the cold chill and the arms of the office chair.

POV Change:

A knock sounds at the door, Zandik stands at your office, wanting to go over some of the results from your report earlier. Hoping you haven't gone back to your quarters, or he could always bother you, it's not like you have anything better to do. After no response he checks to make sure your door is locked, surprisingly not. Opening the door slightly he lets out a soft sigh at your appearance. Arms crossed over your chest and head leaning onto your shoulder. He walks into your office quietly and debates waking you up for a moment. Most of his segments have been noticing your decreased energy as of late, a loss of weight as well. He frowns at the idea that you remind him of himself sometimes, though you're not a monster like he is. You've been distancing yourself again, most notably after the 4th anniversary of you appearing in Tevyat.

Should he ask how you're doing?

You'll probably just say you're fine and go back to working. A fools approach to a deer ready to flee at anything unknown. He gently lifts your glasses off your face and sets them on the desk.

Should he move you?

Would you wake up?

He tests his thoughts and leans down to lift up your legs and slides his other arm around the middle of your back. After making sure you don't wake up he moves you onto the futon, startling slightly when you shift around and curl in on your body. The warmth of your body seeps past his gloves and makes him retract his grip from prolonging it's welcome. He eyes the blanket and decides against covering you up, it's much more believable that you wouldn't if you moved yourself. He turns your chair, looks at the scene, and quickly and quietly removes himself from your office. Turning down the thermostat in hopes you wake up cold enough to move back to your own quarters.

Hours Later:

You wake up cold on the futon, looking around confused as your vision was blurred. Looking up to see your glasses setting on your desk, and office chair turned. It wouldn't be the first time you've moved half asleep. As you stood up you put on your glasses, slowly blinking to adjust from waking up you noticed something.

The stack of reports you finished earlier sitting neatly stapled and papercliped. Lying on your desk.

#dottore #dottore x reader #dottore x you #dottore x fem!reader #dottore x y/n #Jesus im so tired writing this sorry if its bad #no editing we die like men #dottore is zandik #god i wanna write about his goofy little segments

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sparrow-stunned · 2 years

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I would sell my left kidney to have some mafia boss Venti content

content warning: yandere, possessive behaviour, unequal power dynamic. reader disrection is advised.

Okay, I've had this thought before! Because Venti's definitely the one who seems super happy-go-lucky—the type to murder someone in cold blood, but smiling as though he were playing a game, humming all the while a cheerful tune under his breath. The type to use extremely thin blades hidden away everywhere on his body in secret pockets no one knows. He's short, but he’s earned a reputation. The throwing-knife, stabby kind. And he likes to make his toys sing.

So how I imagine the backstory is that you’re an investigator that’s managed to worm your way into the family, working right under the boss himself—the same boss that’s been so unknown to your department, who’s so mysterious that no-one even knew their name, outside of the top family members.

How it begins is this: in the city of Tevyat, there are seven prominent groups in the underground. You've been sent on a mission to infiltrate the ones that call themselves Mondstadt, the so-called freedom fighters (though fighting for what freedom, you’re not sure). How you actually get in though, is far from the usual orthodox ways afforded to investigators of working their ways up to meeting the leaders. The higher-ups of the organization were exclusive and hidden, the boss of the family even moreso.

But of all the bosses in Teyvat—archons, the populace calls them, since they’re similar to magistrates in that they set down the unspoken laws of the underground—the Mondstadt archon is the most unknown one. In fact, there had been rumours he’d already been killed, or stuck in a coma, or some other tragic event. The head of the Mondstadt group is now Jean, who’s inherited it from the old guard composed of people like Varka, but she’s not the archon, which tells you that the Mondstadt archon hasn’t been killed at all. Not if the title was still used on some hidden piece no one knew. It seems that the archon’s just extremely laissez-faire in the governing of his group.

Unknown this archon may be, but somehow, through a stroke of luck, you end up saving someone with connections to him. Not that you were aware; you merely thought he was an eccentric singer. His name is Venti, and you save him from a cat, of all things, the little kitten circling the frightened man who keeps sneezing and shooing it away. My saviour, he positively sings it when he inspects you up and down after the offending kitten has been safely given back to its own (a little girl in red, who has quite an explosive imagination). There’s this gleam in his teal eyes when he calls your name, a sure sign of a mischievous trickster. That should have been the first sign. But you suspect nothing of his darker roots, taken in by his boyishly handsome looks.

You still think he’s a normal civilian, so when Venti insists on rewarding you for your bravery (it shall be sung in ballads, he says with a smirk) by bringing you to a fancy dinner party as his guest, you accept reluctantly. Not because you want to go, but more so because this man sticks around you like sticky rice, refusing to let himself from your side even as you’re making your investigations. when you tell him you’re busy with matters. The excuse was that you’re interested in joining the Mondstadters, and that’s when his eyes twinkle. “Oh? Why would you want to associate with a bunch of thugs?”

“I think their philosophy is interesting,” you tell him half-truths, something about seeking power and admiring the Mondstadt archon and freedom in joining their group. If it could even be called freedom, how many rules and regulations the families set down in order to prevent territory wars.

“I see!” Venti claps his hands together. “Maybe you’ll find the party useful then! It has quite a number of notable attendants. Perhaps their connections will help you.”

“Notable? You mean like celebrities?”

“…you could say that!” Venti says while laughing.

Strangely enough, even though Venti’s broke—you’ve seen the poor state of his wallet, nary a penny to his name—he manages to send you this expensive suit set, complete with this little brooch at the lapel, emerald gem pinned, a pattern of the wind etched onto it. You don’t think much of it, much more aghast at the fact that Venti was able to afford this item—he could barely pay for his drinks whenever he dragged you to the bar with him, and even then, you paid for him half the time. The other half of the time consists of Venti putting the drinks on his tab and getting scolded for it by the red-haired bartender. So shocked were you, you don’t even ponder how it is that he knew where you lived. After moving to a new location because of this assignment, you’ve never told anybody your new home.

You attend the party. Grasping at straws, because the secrets of the boss were so highly protected, you sigh and make yourself decent enough to go. When you hand in the invitation, the guards at the front widening their eyes at the chicken-scratch of Venti’s writing, they let you in without a fuss, even bowing profusely at you as you step through the door. Rich people are weird, and it seems like the people they hire are even weirder, you think absentmindedly as you wander around the halls of this luxurious mansion. People give you a wide berth, occasionally glancing at the emerald gem you keep touching in some semblance of comfort at your lapel.

It’s when you try to get to one of the break rooms to rest your feet that you finally understand what Venti meant when he said there may be “prominent figures”. Because the person you almost knock over is the acting boss of the family, Jean.

She’s there, apologizing so softly, so politely, as you try to keep yourself from showing any of your shock on your face, your heart about to leap out of your mouth, beating so violently against your ribcage you think you may be ill. That’s when Venti pops in, that disarming smile, as always, present on his face. He’s surely laughing on the inside at your thoughts right now, racing so fast you struggle to keep up.

“So that’s your person, sir,’ Jean says, as Venti wraps his arm around your neck in a friendly hold—friendly only to him though, because you were finally beginning to understand. “You should keep a better watch. In this place… you never know who could take advantage.”

His.. person? Sir? The horror of the situation finally dawns itself on you, puzzle pieces sliding into place, as Venti nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck—an intimate gesture you’d gotten used to, having known him for months now, but only now does it make your mouth dry. Not with anticipation, no, but a deep unsettling dread that lodges itself in your throat.

“It’s okay,” Venti says to Jean, the smile never leaving his face. His eyes shift to the brooch at your lapel, and his arm lets your neck go, sliding around your waist instead, pulling you toward him. “Everyone we’ve invited should know better than to displease the archon of Mondstadt, don’t you think? Not if they don’t want to get a knife in their eyes, I’d think. I do enjoy the loudness of their screams though.”

Jean shrugs, nonplussed at his violent words. “Whatever you say, sir. I’ll be going now. The guests will need to be watched extensively, after all.”

You watch her leave, and finally you open your mouth.

“What just… No, who are you?”

Venti grins. “You said you wanted to join us, didn’t you?” His grip around your waist gets tighter, and you’re acutely aware that despite his slight form, he’s strong. Too strong for you to do anything about his touch, how his fingers are tapping on your hip bone a rhythm to an unknown song. “As your new boss, I must say…”

He leans into your ear, warm breath caressing the shell of your ears, voice sing-song with a smug satisfaction, “It’s such a pleasure to meet you.”

You swallow. You hadn’t even agreed to joining—but isn’t this what you’ve been working toward? So you smile weakly, say, “Likewise,” and pretend that his eyes are not sparkling at how your full attention is on him. Pretend that the kiss he presses to your cheek is just a friendly gesture—and not a mark of possession, like the one he’s pinned to the lapel of your suit, like the bruises you’ll find on your neck in the future, when Venti makes you sing like he’s always wanted.

#yandere venti x reader #yandere venti #venti x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin imagines #genshin imagines #yandere x reader #yandere #psyche.writes

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chitter17 · 1 year

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albedo and his three brothers. some headcanons and design elements under the cut :)

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albedo, compared to the others, has the yellowest blonde hair - with droopy blue eyes, freckles, and his signature golden star birthmark on his neck. i didnt change his design much because i think his current design is already very nice !!

his personality is already layed out in the game so i didnt change much! hes reserved, but not the socially anxious type. he just prefers not to deal with social interaction because he thinks its easier that way. he doesn't hold himself back, and just says whats on his mind (and/or asks for assistance when needed.) he has a very professional attitude on the outside, but a soft and comforting nature to his close friends and family.

this is a contrast from dorian, or "rubedo", who has more platinum blonde hair, and purple-red eyes. he also has moles, instead of freckles. his marking is more of a purple-red color, and has more points to it. (he can also hide and change it!) his hair is also unbraided, but in a ponytail. he has somewhat of a permanent scowl on his face, and his eyes are downturned while albedo's are more droopy. i think his real name is rubedo, to match with albedo (both are stages in alchemy) but after rhinedottir abandons him, he changes it to "dorian" to match his brother, durin. (his name is dorian in the games files, so i made a story to go with it. but i also believe he's inspired by the story "the picture of dorian gray")

his personality is more brash & brazen compared to albedo, as he has some un-resolved baggage surrounding rhinedottir abandoning him in durin's stomach (aka: the dragon in dragonspine). he resents albedo for having the life he couldn't have despite being created by rhinedottir first. he was merely the testing stage of albedo's existence. he doesn't have a vision, and he cant control the elements, but he miraculously has powers of his own. he uses durin's blood (or crimson agate) which manifests much like albedo's geo element. his power is strongest when in dragonspine near durin's heart, so if he went to mondstadt city, it would be much weaker.

whopperflower, or just "whoppy", is dorian's creation that he made from studying albedos books and notes (that he stole, by the way.) so obviously, i gave him cryo whopperflower traits. his design is more similar to albedo because dorian projected his issues onto him a bit ... whoppy has white markings on his neck and forehead that match other flowers, and his leaf colors extend onto his hair :) he's fully capable of mimicking something else, but his true form is a whopperflower - and i wanted to make all of them have distinctive designs, so i gave him a little sprout on his head :)

whoppy's personality is quiet and obedient. since he was created by dorian, he listens to pretty much everything he says and has a hard time gaining his own free will. dorian doesn't control him after the fight in shadows admist snowstorms, so he still has to learn how to think for himself... he also wields the element of cryo without a vision, because he's a whopperflower :-)

the last one is what i like to call "glitchbedo" and he's based off of this glitch. i think it would be interesting if he was an unknown identity from the abyss, who roams around dragonspine, before he saw albedo and tried to steal his appearance. albedo finds him roaming around mindlessly one day and pretty much takes him in. when trying to make him talk however, loud static noises come out instead. (i got this idea from this comic!)

he's just ... a black void?? that's it. his head is tilted permanently for some reason. he can't write or speak but he can understand tevyats language. he's a very mysterious guy... im still trying to figure out how i want to characterize him -_- something like paper jam dipper from gravity falls, maybe ??

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bibisbestgirl · 1 year

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DEAD! (DILUC RAGNVINDR X FEM!READER)

Synopsis:

Y/n is a regular 20-year-old pre-med student--- until her life is abruptly cut short. Having a second chance to live, she must juggle college, solve her (past) murder, and catch a serial killer with the help of Dawn Winery's handsome owner.

WARNING ⚠️: DEATH, MURDER, CURSING, KMS/KYS JOKES, BLOOD MENTION

written + smau under the cut!

1,067 k works

CHAPTER 1: the day i died ( thanks amber! )

masterlist next

"AMBER! WHERE ARE YOU?! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!"

Y/n yelled into her phone as she hastily put on her shoes.

"I'm coming! AND STOP YELLING! You're gonna damage my eardrum. Archons, I don't know you can be so loud."

As Amber finished whining, Y/n slung her bookbag over her shoulder and quickly left her apartment and ran to the elevator.

" Oh my Archons, wrong day to ask Amber for a ride."

As the elevator went from the 3rd floor to the first, Y/n anxiously tapped her fingers on her arm. ' First bio lab this year, and I'm going to be late! '

The elevator made an audible Ding! as its doors slid open, and Y/n checked the time on her wrist. " 14 minutes?!" Bidding the doorman a quick goodbye, she exited her apartment building and ran towards Amber's car. Hopping in the van, she shoved her friend.

"I wish I could strangle you right now. HURRY! We're both going to be late! I STILL cannot believe how YOU'RE going to be a doctor, Amber."

Amber pulled out of the parking lot, and laughed. " I'm only doing it because you are! I'm surprised I made it this far."

Y/n rolled her eyes and turned on the radio.

"You're not the only one that's surprised.

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Y/n and Amber ran into the laboratory, quickly heading to your station. " Y'know, I'm kinda glad Professor Gunnhildr is late!" Amber comments as both girls put on safety equipment. " Yeah, That is quite strange, do you think the lab is cancelled?"

Y/n and Amber sit down while throwing theories at each other.

" To be honest I hope she doesn't come because you'll have to carry the lab. Y/n" said girl sighed and rubbed her forehead " I always do."

"Anyways-- WHO IS THAT!?"

Y/n turn to where Amber is pointing.

"Oh!"

Y/n would not exaggerate if she said the man in front of the class was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

" Do you think he's new to this class? Do you think I can pull him? My god, he is FINE! Should I ask for his number?"

"Amber, I thought you liked women."

"TECHNICALLY! I'm bi, but no man has ever wooed me, UNTIL NOW!"

As the Green-haired man looked over the class, He made eye contact with Y/n. He smiled, yellow eyes twinkling. "Did you see that?! Oh my Archons, Y/n I think he wants me."

Y/n flicked Amber's forehead " Stop being delusional, he just smiled at us." Looking back at the man, she noticed he sat his tote on the Professor's desk. "Oh! he's our professor! Is he subbing for Gunnhildr? Damn, I thought the class was cancelled."

The professor Claps his hands, getting the attention of students.

" Good Afternoon. Now, you must be wondering, 'Who is he? Where is the professor?' Well, I have come to inform you That Professor Gunnhildr injured herself on campus, and is on paid leave until she fully recovers. I'm Professor Baizhu, and it's a pleasure to meet you all. I am quite excited for this semester."

Professor Baizhu steps out from behind the desk and walks around.

" I may be young for a professor, but I promise that you will be educated like Gunnhildr intended, and I must add that I was a doctor; just like how you are learning to be one now. "

He looked across the room, his eyes landing on Y/n.

" Now, I believe we have a lab to complete. "

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After eating lunch ( and watching Amber flirt with Sara ) Ningguang dropped you back off at Tevyat University. By saying goodbyes to your friends, you prepare yourself for the final class of the day.

"I hate chemistry!"

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Y/n groaned in annoyance. 'Maybe I should get a driver's license...' Walking up to the bike, she quickly unlocks it from the cubby and pulls it out. Not wanting to over-exert herself at a late time, Y/n decided to walk a little before hopping on her bicycle.

Right when she exited campus, Y/n started biking. Shivering from the cool air on her exposed skin, She makes a quick decision to give up biking, and just walk the way home.

PSH!

Y/n paused. There was a sound of air squealing, and the young woman looked down. "No!" Y/n watched as her front tire deflated. Quickly wheeling the bike over to a brick wall, she turns it on its side.

Feeling around on the tire, Y/n then pulls something out of the tire. "...A tack..?" As she stands up to bring the bicycle upright, a male voice cuts through the quietness of the night.

"Need help, Miss?"

"Ah! No, thank you I-"

Y/n freezes as she felt something cold and sharp press against her neck.

"I think you need help."

"O-okay. Please don't hurt me."

The man ushers her into the alleyway.

"Do you want money? I'll give you my wallet. Please, don't hurt me."

Y/n shakes as she waits for a response, but the man stayed silent.

"-Guys! Can we get something to eat before we go drinking? I haven't eaten since 10 am!"

This was it. Y/n's chance to be saved.

"H-"

Y/n stopped. bringing a hand to her throat, she felt blood pour from it. She weakly pushed off her attacker and fell to the ground. Wheezing, she started to crawl away, one hand covering her injury.

"h-he..lp"

The man watches for a moment, before grabbing her leg to pull her deeper into the alley. He roughly turns her on her back, causing Y/n to cough. As he looks at her, he sees the pleading in her eyes, the pain in her eyes.

"Don't worry." The man pauses, adjusting the gloves on his hands

He grabs the bloodied knife from the gravel and lifts it above his head.

Y/n gasps, her body shooting out of her bed. Taking quick breaths, she wipes the sweat from her forehead. " A bad dream..?" She ponders for a moment, but then her memories return to her.

Tumbling out of bed, she clumsily makes it to her bathroom. Turning on the light, she looks at herself in the mirror. Analyzing her disheveled appearance, she touches her throat.

"But...."

Y/n sinks to the floor, the tile cooling her hot skin.

tag list (OPEN!) : @sleepy-waffle @zeldadou send an ask to be added to the taglist! :)

le's afterthoughts: tbh! i wanted all my chapters to be over 2k words but ik im gonna burn myself out fast, so the most any chapter will have is probably 1,500k words! ( lets see how long this lasts ) im also updating weekly!( probably) and yes! im publishing early bc i cant wait any more 😭 p.s: i didnt put this in the profiles but: MC & Amber are 20 (pre-medicine majors), Kokomi is 22 (marine biology major), Ningguang is 25 (economics major ), and Shenhe is 24 ( psychology major) i didnt mention it bc its not very important lol!

#DEAD!#genshin #genshin diluc #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin smau #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #LEwrites #LESsmau #diluc smau

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little-nugget-writes-stufff · 1 year

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Hi its me again :) okay today i have a post wich is a bit self indulgent so ye.

Summary: bc of some events happening years before you always have to take on your parents their job. They didn't let you enjoy childhood but forced you to become an adult.

Characters: Thoma, Ayaka and the traveler with paimon

You just finished your daily commissions (both in game and IRL). You barely could hold your eyes open bc it was in the middle of the night. Your "mother" had gone to work and your "father" went to bed around 5 pm so you needed to cook for your little sister (she's 7 years old) and put her to bed (wich was drama) but now you could finaly rest for a bit. You jokingly asked Thoma how he could manage to do all of the chores on his own.

Thoma despised your parents. While they acted like kids, you took care of everything. If only he could help.

Your sister opens the door. "Y/n i cant sleep, can you read me a bed time story?" It broke your heart that your parents never did these things. So you got up and walked out the door with your little sister. Thoma could hear your faint voice telling a little story to her. His heart melted at that. Untill he heard a voice shouting at you. It was your father yelling at you for making noise. Thoma's blood was boilling. You just wanted to help ur little sister, you didn't deserve that.

So Thoma thought of a plan. But wait. The traveler was from another world, right? So he could ask them for help.

The next day Thoma told Ayaka of his plan. She thought it was a great idea to try and get you here. So they invited the traveler over to discuss their plan.

"Glad you could make it traveler" Ayaka said "ofcourse but what could've possibly be so important that we had to come here as soon as possible?" Paimon said in her usual high voice. "As we all know Y/n doesnt live in the greatest household. Right? Well we wanna get them here, in tevyat" Thoma answered.

So the traveler told them a way wich could take you there, yet he was not quite sure if it would work.

The next day Thoma and Ayaka got everything ready for your arrival. The place was nice and clean (as always) and the ritual was almost ready. You, as always were quite Sleepy when you started doing your daily commissions. You didn't even make it until the 3rd commission. When you fell asleep Thoma used his pyro vision and Ayaka her cryo vision to open a portal. Thoma jumped it and picked you up, then went back into the portal. Finaly you were safe.

So the next day you wake up in a totally different room. It was clean and quite luxurious. While your admiring the room Thoma knocks on the door. "Come in" you see the pretty blonde guy come in your room. "Hi Y/n, how are you feeling?" You stare at him in shock "where am i" you answered in a confused voice. "Oh your in the kamisato estate, your safe now with us. Shall i make you some food?" You could only give a small nod. You were finaly rid of all the pressure your parents put on you. They cared about nothing else but money. Now you were safe with people that cared about you.

The end~

#Thoma #self aware au genshin #genshin sagau #ayaka genshin impact #thoma genshin #self indulgent

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yuyuuyuna · 1 year

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𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 → 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈

Description: When December comes, [Name] felt their heart was heating and burning them alive internally. Painful memories recalled awfully, they never knew that December can be so cruel to their heart.

genre → angst, hurt, and one-sided

w.c → six hundred thirty-six words

A generous amount of snowflakes descended onto the freezing slush ground. Their [eye colour] eyes observed the outside through their window, the individual ingested the sensation in their heart and folded their arms over the windowsill. Unobstructed words, their attention was on the tiny piece of snow elegantly floating on its way to join the rest of the snow.

‘‘Cold..’‘ Voice so hushed, hands heatedly rubbed the skin. There was a reason why the winter month frightened [Name] more than that, nobody in Tevyat had seen the fellow swordsman and one should realize they favoured December ever since. Showered with several presents, formed snow angels with their friends, along with baking goods - everything died down and everything came to nothingness.

Dragging their feet to the kitchen, [Name] suggested to themselves that cocoa paste because challenging to make a drink for this month. At least.. To celebrate alone for the first time and the holiday was coming closer too. They never invited their friends anymore.

The swordsman’s presence was requested by the excited funeral director one month ago.

‘’Yoohoo! [Nickname], [Nickname]! Come and join us soon!’’

A smile so contagious on the petite female’s face, their attention captured by the former archon behind the grinning prankster. He was at the table, sat and listened to the storyteller who conveyed the stories about the Geo archon. [Name]’s expression softened when the man sipped his significant tea, his active ears heeding attention towards Iron Tongue Tian. Those attracting eyes drew even red lines on the lower lids, the swordsman reminded his eyes of cor lapis which they had to climb over despite they were aware of how risky it was.

[Name] observed the ombre brown hair tied in a low ponytail, they admired the consultant was neat and rich-looking enough in the crowd. They liked how that stern expression carried the gentleness within. They were in awe when he had a strong presence out of all Liyuen citizens with just one glance.

They should keep their feelings to themselves, what’s the importance of confessing to the person they wished to hold close, to feel his touch, to feel his warmth, and to feel the love they ever wanted to experience from him when he never actually reciprocated their feelings?

Humiliation was the first feeling they had.

Rejection was expected in love. The person bit their bottom lip, enough to seek a small amount of blood from the freshly cut before Hu Tao snapped her fingers and waved her hand in front of the Liyuen swordsman. ‘’Are you listening, [Nickname]? Earth to [Nickname]?’’

Thoughts broke their focus. They had been staring at the man, [Name] never said anything but they knew he was the God of War, the former Geo archon, Morax, and Rex Lapis that retired as an average citizen here at Liyue, to become the consultant of Hu Tao and assisted her fully at Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. The swordsman witnessed what happened to Liyue months ago, that occurrence was eventful. It ended to serenity now and all they had to do was watch, they felt helpless. [Name] trained harder to become an excellent swordsman, why were they weak after the rejection?

‘’I’m listening,’’ The white lie came out naturally, they gulped their guilt as they watched the female funeral director continue with her daily talks.

Tears appeared in the corner of their eyes when the memory replayed for [Name] as their hands shuddered at the cold temperature of their body and the flames surrounding their heart burning them awfully. ‘’You’re so cruel, Zhongli. Too cruel.’’

Their eyes fluttered open to see that the snowflake resembled that one archon in their mind before they gazed at the untouched cocoa paste gripped between their palms.

‘’How can you make me feel like this when you’re overly cold towards me?’’

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#zhongli x reader #genshin impact #angst #gender neutral reader #zhongli x reader angst #zhongli x reader imagine #zhongli x reader scenario #imagines #taliakuween.writing

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winterslibrary · 8 months

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“Death will come for everyone. For you and me, and for the world we know… That doesn’t mean, though, you can’t make a friend out of it.”

AN ALCHEMIST FROM SNEZHNAYA, currently spending her days traveling around nations and running away from her past. Even though she tried to leave everything that happened behind her, some things just simply couldn't go, not yet. But she didn't mind much. She learned how to live with them, after all.

BLESSED WITH CRYO VISION, the girl's offense of choice was her catalyst... and her rather unique art of alchemy. If one's art could bring live and create, hers could destroy it and break. It was a cruel thing, really. It took its beginning in her parents' death, when a young girl in desperate act of saving her parents from dying, accidentally created bloodlusting monsters and had to put an end to their lives herself, with the divine's gift.

However, GREAT KNOWLEDGE CAN ATTRACT DANGEROUS MINDS and it took no long for the Doctor to find out about the little hobby of hers and kindly ask her to work with, for him, offering all the greatest good an alchemist like her could ever dream of. But she was smarter than to agree, thus that marked her last day of freedom, now having the Fatui willing to chase her to to the very corner of Tevyat, all in the chase for her knowledge.

THERE’S ELEGANCE IN THE WAY SHE SPEAKS, the way she moves, the way she presents herself. Around strangers, she carefully picks her words and gestures, shies away from unnecessary interactions other than polite small talks, but among friends, she lets some of her guard down and becomes more open, direct with her opinions and cracking a joke here and there, but still keeping some of her guard up. She has charisma that she’s not afraid to use for her own advantage, but under the pretty words and smiles, there’s some awkwardness and insecurity, though she does not let it spring to the surface. She gets along with people easily and she has no problems understanding their feelings, which came in handy during her work in the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. She’s a gentle soul in nature, understanding and playing along with Death. She doesn’t fear it. She waits for the day of its arrival, and when the day will come, she will take its hand and smile.

SHE’S AN ARTIST, smiling kindly to the public and gently waving her hand, all while balancing on a tightrope aware of the blood-starved creatures under, waiting for her tiniest slip. And yet, aware of them, she smiles on, not letting the audience look away from her. Not letting them notice the dangers underneath.

SHE’S PARANOID, TERRIBLY PARANOID. She would, frankly, prefer to die than let anyone get ahold of her notes, her art and her past. These are all things she desperately wishes to protect, even if it meant cutting people off her life for the temporary feeling of false security. Despite how illogical and frantic some of her actions are, she follows a set of calculations in her life, carefully picking what is the best for her. What a stranger is allowed to know and what not, how to act in front of a possible ally, and how in front of the enemy, when to smile and tell the prettiest lies, when to play dumb, what should be known to the public and what not.

But, most importantly, SHE’S ALSO A YOUNG GIRL whose parents died way too soon, from her cold hands. No matter how many masks she puts on her face, it’s a fact she will never hide. She’s just a teenager hurt by the fate, trying her hardest to survive in this world and that will never change. There’s childishness in her elegance, in her smiles, in her words, in her gestures and in all the small things she does.

SHE’S A GENIUS, and yet she doesn’t mind people believing she’s not when it’s convenient for her. She prides herself in her knowledge and skills and, usually, knows when to stay quiet about it and not let people know too much, suspect too much. It is not always the case though, given how much she values her knowledge and is willing to do a lot to defend her honor as an alchemist, which did, in fact, put her in some more or less dangerous situations before. But her notes are not something she is willing to share with anyone, too scared of it backfiring, too scared of someone taking advantage of everything she ever did.

Maybe, one day, she would let herself live freely.

#library entry 𓆩⟡𓆪 original characters #to the new beginning 𓆩⟡𓆪 ms. alchemist #genshin impact oc #genshin oc #genshin impact original character #AHHH MS ALCHEMIST INTRODUCTION #MY LITERAL DAUGHTER #i love my little menace #and a failure of a lesbian #sincerely another lesbian

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chika-seno · 2 years

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parallels between diluc and ayato

diluc and ayato are both two of my favorite genshin hubbies among the small line of male characters (aside from thoma but malewife goes brrrr) but anyway - based from my research and personal analysis since i love taking apart my favorite characters’ psyche - im honestly surprised no one has realized how ayato and diluc are eerily similar aside from the whole affluent and wealthy men who are hiding something brewing beneath the surface of mora and political conflict - with obvious and interesting differences of course but lets get started on this tangent.

what i think most defines the two characters are - 1.) their traumatizing backstories, 2.) their positions in society, 3.) how they cope with it and most especially 4.) their visions.

WARNINGS: diluc + kaeya + ayato + ayaka’s backstories, diluc and ayato’s story quest, mentions of murder, government corruption in the world of tevyat

1.) they are both very self-sacrificing figures, similarly trading their adolescence for the supposed greater good of the nations’ citizens as well as their family. ayato became the head of the kamisato clan at a young age (presumably 20 or younger) - all while spear-heading the problems that plagued his line such as the fatui, the political unrest occurring in the family dynasty, as well as the harsh criticisms that oversaw these decisions. diluc similarly became the living legacy of the ragnivindr’s ever since his father’s passing and continued to run his business.

2.) despite that, they’re also very vicious protectors of their respective nations and they go about their duties close enough but still have some differences in how they uphold their ideals. for one, diluc is entirely operating on his own. it’s confirmed his staff are in it with the whole dark knight hero scheme as well as supposedly his entire rampage hunting down the abyss and the fatui - but they’re not exactly active key players unlike the shuumatsuban under ayato - which is a whole unit dedicated to the inevitable dark parts of having such a prestigious clan. they’re also not necessarily blood-thirsty individuals like childe but they’re definitely not afraid to murk some people if need be. we all know diluc definitely has managed to kill people - if not the abyss then definitely some low level fatui members - and for ayato he’s definitely used the shuumatsuban to eliminate any political rivals or even any hostile figures that threaten him, his position, inazuma, or even his loved ones i.e ayaka and thoma.

3.) though, that being said, i do definitely think that diluc is a lot more noble and gentle in ayato. i’d like to think that his knightly honor is still there in spite of the knights of favonius’ corruption and incompetence. you can evidently see how they act once your friendship level climbs up - while diluc (similar to his vision) warms up to you but first starts out hositle and rigid - ayato is still pretty professional, just keeping you at an arm’s length but trusting you to a lot more than in the beginning.

4.) i think their differences are mainly outlined through their visions as well as the importance of their younger siblings in their handling of their trauma and past. because of the destructive nature of his pyro vision, its clear that diluc works alone. he mentions a lot about the darkness and the corruption of this world, and i hypothesize he thinks of himself the same way. he has a low-self esteem and while he does not necessarily equate himself towards enoch and the knights of favonius’ - his failures and fears as a person keep him from closely interacting with anything or everyone else - just like fire - if you’re not careful handling it - in large doses it burns whatever it comes into contact with into ashes.

this is especially highlighted in his confrontation with kaeya at the revelation of his “betrayal” - in which worst comes to shove he just explodes. thats also one of the things that seperates him from ayato - in which he’s a lot more impulsive and wrathful when angry.

ayato on the other hand, is like the sweeping waves of a beach. it’s calm, its collected, yet its also very unassuming until you see a tsunami about to crash into you. water is a very interconnected element - its almost everywhere and thats exactly how he functions as a guy - he knows what its like being on the verge of having nothing and he wants to make up for it by having the most connections and people at his arsenal. they don’t have to be the most adequate or the same (i.e see sayu as a ninja LMAOO) but they have to serve him a purpose. just look at his story quest, he’s not exactly buddy-buddy with the traveler unlike another hydro husbando, but he knows keeping the twin as an ally is very important since he knows they have a lot of influence and power in the world of tevyat.

from the waves metaphor from before, i think he’s a lot more open-minded and in a morally grey area than diluc - and his vision also helps in explaining that. while pyro or fire in general is a destructive nature, water doesn’t necessarily have that bad image associated with it. its a flexible element, it literally gives you life via consuming it or rain, but too much of it spells disaster. see the vastness of the ocean, waves that threaten to drown you in it, etc. and thats how ayato functions.

theres no denying that diluc is somewhat of an anti-hero or even a villain when properly examined, but the way i see it - ayato embraces that notion even further. this is also because of their positions in their world, diluc is a business man as well as a nobleman (which a lot of people forget honestly) but ayato is a government figure, the former is supposed to uphold some level of integrity and honor and the latter is supposed to do what is most beneficial to sustain himself and his clan.

case in point, diluc tries to do what is right and fails because he knows governing bodies can fail, while ayato is the governing body who is not afraid to do what he wants to protect those he loves.

in my opinion, diluc laments on not being the traditional figure of a knight, while ayato never aspired to achieve that honorable image.

5.) interestingly enough, they obviously both protect ayaka and kaeya in their own ways. diluc could have had outted kaeya as an “agent” of khaenri’ah but he didn’t - but he’s still cold and hostile towards him. while ayato obviously loves and cares for ayaka yet wants to keep her in the dark of his schemes. both definitely destructive ways of caring for them, but its evident that they do love their sibling in their own way.

#genshin impact #genshin impact meta #kamisato ayato #diluc ragnivndr #genshin impact ayato #genshin impact diluc #broke: fangirling over your favs woke: analyzing them #lmaoo comment down ur comments if u have anyyy

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meili-sheep · 2 years

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ALR!!! Bc I've been so tired lately and sadly focused on other stuff and unmotivated to write something Diluc based

I'll just give you like, an old work from last year

[Child of the Abyss]

Darkness

Nothing

Suffering

That is all that the boy remembers in his whole life.

The thrill to survive.

The want and need to stay alive.

Was non-existant.

Yet the boy never died.

His organs strewn about on the abyss' floor.

Body and Soul mangled beyond a new repose.

But he's right there, breathing, living like his body isn't mangled beyond fixing.

But as always and somehow, the Abyss fixes him.

Odd isn't it? The Abyss Itself, the Lawless, Merciless, Brutal, Godless lands Celestia despises...

Catering the needs of a child born of its own patchwork and strings

If the boy was hungry, the Abyss brings it many living things for him to feed.

If the boy was thirsty, The Abyss pools together blood from various creatures to satiate his needs.

If the boy was angry...

...

The Abyss never falters the boy in his journey, Aiding the boy instead.

The Abyss and The Boy are connected it seems.

Intertwined beyond belief.

Hair almost as dark as the Abyss Itself that switches to a burning red that seems to flicker like a flame when you look too long at it.

With Eyes bright red and bloodshot like the occasional eyes the Abyss opens on its own surface to take a eyeful peek of what's happening.

Could the Boy be a creature, a monster of the Abyss perhaps? Or an unfortunate victim birthed in the middle of it all....

The answer is... Neither.

The Boy is Neither.

He is not a monster

He is not a poor victim.

He is the Abyss

And the Abyss is him.

They are intertwined

They are one being

He is one being.

And it will stay lie that for a long long time.

I see my poem mixed writing style has almost never changed, tbh mostly it's bc i make rhymes and meaning by accident but ye

Also this Au is basically a diff version of the Abyss Diluc au

It's basically where Diluc was born from the Abyss and ended up in Tevyat by accident and lived there and whatnot as Diluc Ragnvindr but in the Abyss he is simply called 'The Abyss human' or 'Ouroboroz' bc get it the abyss and/or Kheanriah has some snake hinting- and yeah I'm gonna leave it at that sjfbskxjd

-Leyline!Anon who's sadly stuck cornered between their Hollow knight W.I.P, Their 2nd Hollow knight W.I.P and Their millions of Diluc ideas that are sadly stored in da brain

Mmm, that's interesting. Because now I'm just imagining. Like the Abyss Order is like the remains of Khaenri'ah, right? So what was the Abyss like before them?

I'm imagining the Abyss understanding the need for balance between the realms. So the Abyss created a boy to try and cut itself from those leeching off its powers. And the abyss slots him in the best position to do that.

Who knows it's got me thinking.

#Leyline!Anon #tw: mild gore #ahaha i need to do my finals #but now i'm thinking about this #i'll put this under #abyssal!diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc

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Ok so I need some extension on the Parent Swap AU cause now I have a Villain!Barbara au where she gets lost in insanity cause the Abyss fucked up and accidentally stabbed her with Durin's blood and now the whole of tevyat has a monster on they're hands and also a badass villainous musical number? (Caleb Hyles cover on Other Friends), there is also Noebara/Barbelle, Bennett and Babs are somehow still besties,Noelle save the dayw the power of Love and Bennett with the Power of Friendship, Barbs has a redemption arc, Venti cusses and roasts the fuck out of Fredricka (as he should) and Jean and Babs get to be sisters again

anon why do you need any other AUs when this one is so good!?!? dark!Barbara makes the Noelle ship actually for real spicy, and I would kill to see Barbara in an Abyss Herald outfit... or should I say Abyss Chorister?

and Barbara is already so messed up, so she has huge potential for the Abyss to get its hooks into her...

(also OMFG I love the idea that Bennett just, like, befriends every weird broody stranger he meets in the woods: first Razor, now her)

...anyway if you give me a question about the parent swap AU I'll happily riff on it, in the meantime oh no your idea is so good ahhh the brainworms—

(edit: okay further thoughts on parent swap)

#genshin impact #barbara pegg #asks #(asks?)#anon

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sarahsartistportfolio · 2 months

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honestly my ideal ending for the twins is for them both to leave Tevyat. Just ditch the place lol Weather they leave Tevyat on fire or with doves singing is of no consequent to me. In my happy ending they're reunited and decide to close this chapter of their long life and move on to someplace new. But I don't think thats what Hoyoverse wants

!!! I did just watch a theory video that our twin might already be dead and I do like that idea. Because I can't understand why doesn't the abyssal twin just ya know leave. Take you and just leave this world. But you might say oh they witnessed the destruction of khaenri'ah and they were so attached to the people and they saw the gods cause all this destruction.

So? Like Lumine and Aether have done many times before why can't they just leave? Unless they or maybe both of us can't. Celestia fucked with us so much that the twins are both unable to physically leave Tevyat and universe hop like they used to?

Maybe its because our abyss twin is already dead. They died years ago and the twin we're seeing now isnt flesh and blood. They can't leave. They can't leave with us.

!!! I like this theory! Its absolutely heartbreaking but I like it! To me there is no logical reason Lumine and Aether would be staying in this fucked up world of Tevyat unless they couldn't leave.

and when we arrive at the gates of celestia, now with the fatui and tsaritsa fighting along side us, all we have to say to the gods is this

"Resurrect my sibling"

#really at this point is there any way for Genshin to end that would leave us satisfied

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threepointseven · 2 years

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hello i looked into the mirror today and saw that i till have a tanline from the sunburn i got in September 2020 😔

and can i order scaracmouhhie with a vampire s/o 👼🏻

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Scaramouche & kazuha with a vampire s/o

Type-, HC’s 🌷

Flowers included!🌼= scaramouche x gn! Reader, kazuha x gn! Reader

🥀flower toxins!🥀- a bit suggestive if you squint, torture, blood, gouging out eyeballs, violence

Note🍀= AHHH HI 👩‍🦲 ANONN HAPPY NEW YEAR BTWWW I ADDED KAZUHA BECAUSE WHY NOT 😈😈 ALSO SAME?? I LITERALLY HAVE A TANLINE FROM A HELLO KITTY SWIMSUIT FROM WHEN I WAS 8

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Scaramouche

- he never knew you were a vampire at first, you never showed signs nor told him about it as you were ashamed of it. You would tell him eventually, you just kept lying to yourself.

- As your thirst for blood became more of a hassle to deal with you decided to sit him down and explain to him you were a vampire, it was extremely awkward. He sat there looking surprised which isnt common, and shyly accepted the fact youd be biting on his neck for blood every now and then

- The first time you bit him he stayed still, frozen. He didnt know what to feel when he felt the pain of your fangs and kept quiet as he could feel his blood lessening by the second.

- He eventually got used to it and got extremely smug about it whenever you insist on biting him, a smug is always painting his annoying little expression as he pokes on you for being so drunk on it

- In general he finds it fascinating, vampires are rare in tevyat and he was curious about life as a vampire. He begrudgingly asks you what being a vampire is like every time he wipes off the stray blood on his shoulder, acting annoyed (he just finds it really interesting-)

- After finding out vampires are 99% of the time hunted down, he became extra cautious, hiring fatui body guards to ensure your safety. If anyone even thinks about hunting you down simply cause your a vampire he’ll murder them and their bloodline.

- If the fatui body guards cant keep you safe god knows what he’ll do..

“S-sir they barely got h-hurt this is an overreact-“

The harbingers free hand pulls on the mans hair, pulling out strand by strand at the forceful pull.

“Barely? You think my lover almost being kidnapped is barely? Get ready your last words for your family you insolent fuck. Im not letting you die that easily.”

A knife coated with electro strikes at the mans eyes, gouging out every inch till the man could be heard all the way in sumeru.

“Tartaglia’s underlings, what infutile pigs. Stop screaming wont you? And eye for an eye after all…”

Kazuha

- kazuha never even knew vampires existed till one night he woke up to your panicking figure, shaking and biting your nails in the restroom.

“Dear..? Are you alright..?”

“Kazuha—?”

- it took one touch from him for you to apologize under your breathe before biting into his neck and letting your sharp teeth get the blood its needed for too long. You apologized profusely after, already predicting the words “we’re breaking up”, but nope.

- He actually didnt really mind! He was actually more worried than scared. Asked if you were hurt or were too thirsty.

- He’s always there to offer his blood, anytime you seem remotely thirsty hes immediately pulling your mouth onto his shoulder. Hes so supportive and worried about you and your urge for blood its disturbing yet adorable.

- Always makes sure the sun isnt touching you, he has so many umbrellas so that you dont turn into pure dust— youve also always been ashamed of being a vampire, your hated and dangerous, the feeling of regrets sinks in immediately after tasting kazuhas blood, he takes note of it all the time and peppers you with kisses ignoring the lingering pain and reassuring you that be doesnt mind it.

- He always asks questions about what vampires need to be cautious about, how theyre blood drinking works, stuff like that. He’s only ever heard of vampires from inazuman horror legends so he asked every question in the book really

- he starts writing haiku’s about vampires. Yes. It sounds cheesy but the moment he found out you were a vampire a pile of haiku’s describing vampires and you appeared on the dinner table

- he (subtly) brags about you to the crux all the time!! Telling them about how vampires are rare and your one, he’s always chatting about your kind, its like he knows more about them than you

- Hes not great at being possessive since it clashes with his morals abut if anyone tries to kill you he’ll kill them first

- I mean yeah hes sweet and all that but hes a samurai and he’ll beat up everyone who tries to hurt the one person that hasnt left him yet and doesnt plan to!

“Im sorry, kazuha..” “hm? For what?”

You wipe the stray blood off the edge of your mouth as your eyes brim with tears. “E-eh..? Dear why are you—?”

“ ‘m sorry kazu, im sorry i hurt you so much with my blood fixation and everything..-“ your boyfriends eyes widened and he slowly cupped your cheek and looked at your crying iris’s

“You know it doesn’t matter right..? That your a vampire, plus it doesnt hurt me at all. Dont let those foolish little thoughts my love.” The kiss planted on your forehead by the white haired samurai lets your tears dry as you lean into him, nuzzling into his neck while he pats your backs.

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acid-ixx · 3 years

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mind break: if only i did enough this has been on my mind for a very long time, villain! au. tw: suicide mentions, heavy angst, unedited so it's badly written on a whim

If they had known; the garden they planted wouldn't have wilted. Not a storm would eat up their fertile lands, nor the entire of Teyvat feel like drought cursed their nature. Not the winds would be harsh in Mondstadt, as the tearful gaze of your face or the choked cries of their God forever stitched itself into their memories.

Blood, it stained the hands of the archons, care never yet to agitate their souls. But never would they imagine a punishment greater than bloodshed would cause them to shake on their knees, their very being struck with overwhelming distress.

Why must it torment them when your gaze lost its fairy-like light, instead replaced with a glazier colder than Dragonspine?

Venti wobbled clumsily over to you, face etched with ugly tears as he hastily gulped. Sudden movement signaling the twins who guarded you to unsheathe their weapons, protectively standing in their stance. Though, they were stopped with one hand raised to cease their prepared attacks. In a Cathedral, there were sinners who begged in shame for condemnation, and a God stood upon all with their true acolytes by opposite sides.

His hiccups were uncontrollable, choking every so often with his begs of mercy. The ex-Archon needn't ponder with what he'll say, stuttering whatever comes to mind, persuading you to please forgive him.

Whilst the Anemo Archon wept, Zhongli stood in a corner, standing beside The Raiden Shogun who looked away from the one-second gaze of her God. It was fruitless, he knew, they knew, you're never coming back. But reality often twisted itself in their mind.

The people in Mondstadt, Liyue, Inazuma; crumble beneath your presence once you convey your harsh treatment.

"Please- I can't survive without you, my Lord. Please, please, forgive me-"

You kicked him in retaliation, a yelp in turn from the bard as he stumbled over the cold tiled floor. Your stare was as merciless as his when he watched you receive vile insults in Mondstadt. Merciless like the wars he survived. Remorse never once visited your being anymore, it was fury that you loved now. Morals don't matter to you.

"Pathetic, all of you!" bellowed their God, ridiculing the Archons- they winced. "I don't even know what compelled me to visit you wretched monsters. Everyone in Tevyat is utterly disgusting."

That's right, they're nothing but monsters. Monsters don't deserve love. Not when they acted like monsters to their God.

Even as he begged, on his knees, kneeling at the hard floor. Even when he shook so pitifully, scrapping softly into the fabric on your clothes, like a dog who did something wrong- you didn't falter on your spot, rolling your eyes. How it breaks his heart to see you despise him, it poisoned Venti, shaking him his core. Looking down at him, you sneered, it doesn't help that the bright streaks of light accentuated your Godly face- he received a reaction so irked enough to pulverize the nation he built to smithereens.

Your attention then replaced itself towards other Archons who sulked in the corner. Amusement flashed through your eyes, they're as equally pathetic as Barbatos, you thought.

"What? Standing there because you can't even bring yourself to apologize? Afraid to shame yourself? At least the miserable Barbatos-" you gestured the bawling Archon, his eyes now puffy and clothes damp with a river of tears, "knows his place."

Your comment pierced their already broken hearts with flames. Strong enough to paralyze them in their positions. The Raiden Shogun turned her gaze down, orbs nothing but swarming with complicated emotions. Zhongli noticed as he observed her. Although she looked emotionless with vacant emotionless eyes and thinned lips, her gritted teeth as tears threatened to fall like a crystal river opposed her reaction.

He was none the opposite, all but finding a measly distraction to avoid your remarks. Yet the diversion was nothing, his poor heart resisting him, crying and twisting inside his chest.

"I'm leaving, goodbye and leave my sight."

Your sentence was adequate to steal everyone's attention, whilst the twins began to move from their position to stand, revel, beside you.

"Wait, my Lord," stressed The Raiden Shogun, clawing at your sleeves when you pass by her, but you slapped her hand away. "Too late for that now, huh? Should've begged earlier. You know how impatient I am."

She winced but dared not utter a word - rather, the electro archon stooped on the church floors, the kimono she donned draped loosely on the floor, heart too heavy to function-, lest she'll grant a harsher remark from your grace.

Not once did you look back, you and your acolytes clacking steps now accompany the ghostly chambers of The Knights of Favonius Cathedral, drowning out the tears that began to silence once time passed.

As their God opened the door and left, their hearts bled and grieved, cracking the walls they constructed in their mind. What now? Once importance was lost, once their only will to live shunned them and their existence out. What is their worth? Truth be told, they wish to be in the grasps of death once dawn passes, as those were the same times you've nearly died by their hands.

#yandere #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #yandere venti #yandere zhongli #yandere baal #self aware genshin impact au #genshin self aware #self aware genshin #this is SO BAD #im not fond of this piece but here have some food

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