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e-1los · 1 year

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▹ 𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢 𝐱 𝐆𝐧? 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫: 𝐀𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐲

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: You fought along side Ningguang as you defended Liyue from Osial. It seems like someone still sees her in you. ( Heavily inspired by Steven Universe <3. )

Part 1: Agony [here] , Part 2: History

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐒: ▹ 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 </𝟑

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒/𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: ▹ 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐝 . 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬?? 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥

↳❝You shouldn't be anywhere near the fight!❞— 💌

The air felt cold yet soothing as the battle ended. Adepti and humanity worked together and Osial was once more silenced. You soothed the hearts and wounds of the Millelith who fought alongside the Adepti and the Qixing. “Calm your heart, your efforts will surely be seen. Here, let me heal this for you.” you soothed, your words hushed yet comforting.

To the eyes of the Millelith you were a goddess, a healer and fighter; a shield and a sword.

Yet none could’ve thanked your efforts as you had disappeared into the darkness, while the golden eyes of a Yaksha stared at your fading figure. Hours passed since that battle occurred, and even more after the Gnosis was given to the Fatui. The moon settled amongst the stars yet their serenity couldn’t calm the heart of the ex-Geo Archon.

His leg bounced and his hands fumbled, anxiety rushing through his heart “Y/n.. Where are you..?” he pondered to himself yet even amidst his anxiety, his livid emotions soon stilled like stagnant waters. He groaned as he sat up from his chair, leaving the tea paid. He held his hand as it trembled, yet his strides were nothing but confident.

Even if his body showed confidence, his heart trembled in anxiety.

Everything was anything but familiar to him as he searched, even his own weary breaths felt nothing like his. His breath continued to be frigid with his heart beating louder and louder in his ears, a siren-like scream he closely listened to. The rhythm of anxiety he made wailed at him as his feet walked on the solid rock of the floor.

As though time never existed, his mind fell to the thought of Guizhong.

The image of her curled body set in stone and still, fate sealing her away from her life. Breath still yet a tranquil face, oh how he longed to see the past. He longed too much for the past; for her presence.

His breath was trained, his travel to his “death” was not something his body could lose breath to. With a blink of an eye, there you were.

It was you; the hair, the clothes, the skin. It had to be you. His heart skipped, yet this mist — the air wasn’t clear. Afterall, a battle with the Osial isn’t really what you want for clear sights. His steps were slow, his dress shoes singing that satisfying clack.

Clack, clack, clack.

It was faster— he was faster.

“Y/N!” Zhongli breathed. Finally, he felt something familiar. His arm stretched forward, a hand grabbing for dear life. His hand grabbed your shoulder rather harshly yet worry was evident just by the way he grabbed onto you; the way he leaned into you.

“Zhongli? What are you—” “Where were you?!”

His voice screamed, with an image of the past flashed in front of you. He used to be like this— seemingly stern as he waged war amongst many gods who were against him. Silence fell upon you two, the mist blurred everything but him. You couldn’t bear to look away from him, not now. His face was surprised, then an indescribable face was what he wore.

His hand trembled against you, his whole body did.

“Where were you, Y/n.” He demanded, his voice—that stern voice was something you thought you’d never hear again. You were used to this commander voice of his, it was something you heard at Guizhong’s death.

“I was defending Liyue.” “Why.”

You couldn’t breathe; the way he responded so quickly, the way he stood over you… His height was nothing helpful as even the moon shined behind him, bringing shadow over his face. Even his eyes—what once was comforting is now eerily watching your every move.

“I can’t just stand and watch the people fight alone! What do you want me to do?! I’m not going to gamble on the possibility of survival—It’s Osial, Zhongli! Osial!” You defended against him, your hand dug onto his.

“And? They clearly were able to handle it—You shouldn’t even be anywhere near the fight.”

“Excuse me?” Your words spat out so quickly, even your thoughts couldn’t help but be surprised. Your eyes scrawled under Zhongli’s eyes. “You’re too important, Y/N.”

“I’m not!”

“Yes. You. Are.”

“No!”

An exhausted groan left Zhongli’s sour face, how could you be so stubborn?

His other hand grabbed onto your cheek, it was a harsh clash—the feel of leather gloves against your scrunched cheek. “Why can’t you just let me do this for you, Guizhong?!” He screamed, your hearts shattering as it left him.

In that moment, he knew he failed again; he failed you, again.

His eyes that once were filled with rage were now soft with guilt. How could he do this to you, again? His lip was left agape, it trembled ever so slightly. He crumbled under your relaxed gaze—why would you even look at him like that? Your eyes were ever so solemn and so understanding, how?

His body hunched forward, hiding his face as he looked at the floor. Such a bewildered face, filled with shame and regret.

You sighed, bringing his angular frame closer to you in an embrace. “Y/n… I—” “It’s okay. You don’t need to say sorry for anything. Let this pass over you, it’s nothing you should be ashamed of.” Your hushed voice lulled him to comfort, just as you did with the Millelith soldiers. Rubbing his back, you soothed him as sweet nothings were delicately whispered to his ear. Words of comfort only for you two to share.

#zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #genshin angst #hurt/comfort #genshin imapct #genshin imagines #gender neutral reader #x gender neutral reader #guizhong #genshin osial #genshin impact #morax x reader #genshin morax #morax x you #morax x y/n

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why-am-i-here-someone-save-me · 2 years

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Then Came The Dawn Pt 1

For a brief moment the chill of the water felt pleasant, salve against the heat of your wounds. It took not even a full second for the pain to come as your body registered the saltiness of the water that was against your injuries. It burned, burned at your very soul.

The surface began to slip further and further away, as your body instinctively struggled against the ropes binding you, desperate to survive. Yet despite the panic of your movements, your thoughts were drastically different.

It was… quiet.

You no longer had the strength to fight anymore. You were ready for your death at this point. You welcomed it. After so long running and struggling to make it just one more day, you were at the end of it all.

It was peaceful.

It was liberating.

‘Perhaps when I close my eyes, I’ll be home again.’

Your lungs screamed for air, your limbs felt like they weighed as heavy as stone. The edges of your vision began to darken as you sank deeper and deeper, the sunlight of the surface looking so close, yet being so out of reach. The black overtook your view, but not before a faint blue glow lit your fading view.

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‘Do not fear Your Grace. I am here.’

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You awoke with a gasp, eyes snapping open and trying to gulp down precious oxygen as if it were going to disappear. Coughs wracked your body as seawater was forced from your lungs, the salt burning and searing as you sputtered. Finally you manage to breathe, the sweet sweet oxygen you’d been so desperate for cooling the salt induced burning of your throat.

‘That’s it, I’m never taking air for granted again. Thank you plants for your dutiful provisions of oxygen.’

Finally you managed to slow your racing heart, opting to take in your surroundings. You were in a bedroom, having been placed on the room’s well, bed. You internally cringe as you realize that you’ve gotten the furniture wet with all of you whole ‘trying to not drown’ stuff. Honestly after months on the run, being in a building was already strange, but being on a bed? That was a luxury you’d long since gotten used to not having. There tends to be a lack of furniture out in the wilderness. You continue to observe your surroundings. The room was a deep navy blue in color, sapphires adorning a silver chandelier that lent the room a soft light. All in all, it was exsquisite, and far too refined to line up with anything remotely akin to your recent standards. You noticed a window and stumbled your way towards it, glad to no longer be bound, even if you’d developed a bad case of rope burn. Your eyes widened in shock at the sight of the outside.

Water.

No, not just water, the ocean. The ocean floor.

You were under the sea.

There was a wall of water a few yards from the window, as if the building you currently were in was shielded from the ocean encroaching any further by an invisible dome. One thing was abundantly clear, whatever had happened after you had lost consciousness, something had saved you, and brought you to this place. Yet who? You would have seen if someone had dived into the water after you, and there had been no one other than you. As you watched a small crab experimentally touch the wall of water before darting through it into the sea, you pondered what could have occurred.

“I am relived to see you awake Your Grace.”

You whirled around, eyes wide and muscles tensed, having learned from the months you’d been hunted to except to be slain at any moment. The figure was unfamiliar, something that stunned you, but their gentle smile was conforming, and you found the tension in your body lessening.

“You need not fear me. I would never wish to harm you, my Guide.”

The stranger was a male, and a tall one at that, with long blue hair that cascaded behind him like a waterfall. A blue teardrop shaped gem was below his neck, which combined with the sight of several small horns that were atop his head, made it clear that whoever he was, he was not a human. It would have been funny if you weren’t so jaded nowadays, that you feared this man less than you would fear a normal human being. Your eyes dart around awkwardly, as you began to realize you’d no idea how to truly hold a conversation anymore. Sure communication had never been a priority to you, but that skill set had quickly been cast aside in favor of survival skills once people made it clear they wanted you dead. You cough a bit awkwardly, unsure how to answer, but the man seems to understand your unspoken distress. His voice was deep, yet it was filled with a gentleness that made it far from intimidating.

“Please, do not feel pressured to converse if you are not comfortable with doing so. You have been through a lot as of late after all. All I ask is that you inform me if you need anything. Your recovery is my top priority Your Grace.”

There was that title again. ‘Your Grace’. You recall several people having called that thing wearing your face by that title, but you? That was new.

“Why are you calling me that? I’m not anyone special or anything. I’m just a normal person! I still don’t even know what’s going on! I never asked for anything from anyone! This was all just a huge mistake!”

The emotions you had blocked off for so long began to bleed into your voice, tears gathering in your eyes as your mind conjured vivid memories of the pain and suffering that you had been put through since your arrival. You hiccuped as you tried to hold back your cries, though you knew well it was a losing battle. You slid down to the floor, muffled sobs wracking your battered form.

A warm embrace picked you up and carried you to the bed, the touch holding a softness that you had been denied for many long months. Instinctively you clung to the man, desperate for some sort of comfort, some sort of reassurance. He gave it to you silently, uncaring of the fact that your tears stained his clothes. When your sobs slowly taper off, he speaks once again, though this time you can hear the emotion in his words clear as day.

“You are correct. This was indeed a mistake. However, it is not a mistake that you have made. This lies on the shoulders of those who refused to accept what stood before them, and whom brandished their weapons against you by order of a mimicry of your visage. The fault lies on them, and them alone, for you have shown them only mercy; mercy that they refused.”

You began to tear up again, unable to properly process the fact that you were being treated with kindness after so long of being despised. You knew you should be cautious of this man, of this stranger; but you couldn’t help but take solace in his reassurances.

“All of Teyvat cries out for you dearest Guide. It reaches out to you, bleeds for you, and yearns to see you safe. Though many of Teyvat’s people have forgotten your presence, have foolishly followed the cruel rule of a tyrant; Teyvat has not. It has not forgotten you. You are unmistakable. The leylines of this world run cold at your tears, and at your pain the very elements weep. You are what Teyvat exists for. It would not, it cannot, desert you.”

The man’s arms wrap around your trembling form with an unmistakable affection you’d been longing for without even realizing. A mix of emotions flowed over you at the sensation of being held so gently, happiness, comfort, longing, all mixed into one indecipherable jumbled mess.

“Teyvat would tear itself apart if you wished it, Your Grace, for it exists for you and you alone. You have been made to bear a burden never meant for you, and for that, Teyvat grieves. It has done all it can to protect you. And as one of the beings whom can still hear it’s pleas, it is my duty to protect you where it cannot.”

“I vow to you my Guide, I will serve you until my end. I pledge this to you with all that I am.”

“I, Osial, Overlord of the Vortex, am yours to command, oh beloved creator.”

AN: YEAH THATS RIGHT BABY ITS THE DANGER SNEK HIMSELF. BET YOU DIDNT SEE THAT COMIN! Okay but before you accuse me of simping over this snake, I’d like to clarify, I’ve been interested in the lore we get about Osial for a while now. And then when I stumbled onto @Ruu_GI’s human version of Osial, I was immediately inspired to write for him. Do I simp for him? No. I’m too busy being a Rubedo simp to simp for Osial. But do I want to write for him? yes.

Anyways, here’s Ruu_GI’s Osial concept! I would link to their Twitter but it’s labeled 18+ and this is not an 18+ blog sooooo oof. If you’re of age then go check them out!

Taglist: @nicebonescomrade @bamboowritess @numwoon44 @dunno-why-im-here-either @unknownperson-is-not-known @alvedrea @samarill @emperatris-rinaka @eccedentesiast-sapphic @rizakari @nookiesposts @imaginewriting @sectionmoment

#luci writes #Then Came The Dawn #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin sagau #sagau impostor au #genshin sagau cult au imposter #imposter au #genshin osial #osial #osial x reader

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tragedyofdevotion · 2 years

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Love and Loyalty

Xiao has known you ever since he swore loyalty to Rex Lapis. You were his senior, his mentor and the object of his admiration. If possible, he wanted to stay like that forever, fighting by your side and protecting the people of Liyue. However, it seemed fate had different plans for him.

“How could you, y/n? Why would you betray Rex Lapis?” holding up your shoulders, Xiao asked you again and again. As the one closest to you, he had his suspicions about this. And that’s why, he had been spying on you, but he wished that he was just being paranoid. Unfortunately, it seems that his prayers weren’t answered.

“I am sorry to say this, Alatus. But never my loyalty has lied in the Warrior God.” Supported by your spear, you stood proudly under the moonlight, a faraway look in your eyes as you reminisce about your past. Despite the situation, Xiao couldn’t help but thought that you were still as ethereal as the day he first met you.

“Are you talking about the Goddess of Rain? Her passing was truly a tragedy. But it has been more than a century since she has decreased. I thought you have become one of our comrades after overcoming countless struggles together with us, together with the people of Liyue.” It was not that he cannot understand where you are coming from. But Xiao did not want to accept that the days you have spent with him were all a lie.

“Is that the reason why you are joining Osial’s side? You, of all people should know that he is far worse than Rex Lapis.”

“That is not the only reason. But Alatus won’t the able to understand. You are too young.”

He felt irked at the term. Just because you were born a few decades earlier than him, you always brushed him aside when discussing serious matters.

“Please don’t underestimate me. Even though I can’t compare to you, I have lived my fair share of years.”

“Sorry, sorry.” You smiled a little after saying that. Perhaps you thought his response childish. “I didn’t mean to treat you like a kid. But you still haven’t experience love, do you?”

Love, that was a term he had often heard from mortals. He didn’t know or didn’t think that it is necessary to know such useless emotion. But after meeting with you, he was able to encounter both the bliss and agony this feeling had brought upon. If only he would be able to convey it to you honestly…

“I…That’s… Do you love Osial?” He felt a terrible pain from his heart when he realized your implication.

“Yes. I do.” Another pain, worse than any injury he had ever gained from crossing sword with his enemies, ran through his chest.

“But Osial has Beisht as his wife. And I have heard rumors that he has other numerous other concubines.” Collecting himself, he said the most rational thing he could possibly think at the moment. However, he quickly regretted it after seeing the hurt on your face.

“It is alright.” You said with a sad smile. “Because I do not plan for this affection to be known. I do know that I am neither as dignify and graceful as Beisht nor as soft and pretty as his shrine maidens.”

Oh… Just how much he wants to deny your words. In his eyes, there is no one as graceful or pretty as you.

“That is why I just want to help him in the only way I know, by fighting alongside him in his conquest for power as a warrior.” Your heartbroken look changed into one of determination at the last sentence.

Seeing your face, he knew it was useless to try to persuade you to do otherwise and so choose the only path left.

He summoned his spear, hold it against you and said, “That won’t happen if I stop you here.”

“But you won’t. You are far too kind to hurt your own mentor. You better fix that though. I would hesitate to harm you when we meet again in battlefield,” you said, turning your back on him as you start to walk away without a care in the world.

Even though you taught him to never show his back to the enemy, you, yourself, was not following it. Yet, he found himself unable to stab you with his spear like he would always do to his enimes.

While he was being indecisive, you looked back at him and said, “One last advice from your former mentor. Don’t trust Morax. He is not the man you make him out to be.”

At that time, he didn’t understand the meaning of your words.

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Years had passed. People no longer know you as the proud Glaze Lily of Liyue but as the cunning commander of Osial’s army.

The time is the peak of the Archon war. But imstead of the battlefield, he looked at the terror folding in front of him.

With your spear thrown away to the ground away from you, you struggled like a mad man in Rex Lapis’s hold. However, no matter how strong you were, your strength cannot be compared to that of a God.

“Let me go you scum. Are you going to hurt my master again in front of me?”

He grimaced at the use of such language. However, his God did not seem to mind it very much or if he did, he didn't show it on his face.

But wait. You said a strange thing in your words.

Again? What did you mean again? When had Rex Lapis ever hurt your master before. Perhaps you were talking about the Goddess of Rain? There was no way Rex Lapis would have hurt her. She was his ally.

Or what if he did…

“Your master is ME. I have always been and will always be.” Holding your chin up to meet his gaze, Rex Lapis said firmly.

The God did not deny your words. But Xiao wanted to know more on the subject but hedidn’t dare interject his lord’s conversation and ask him the truth of the matter.

“No, you are not. There are only two beings in Teyvat who I ever thought of as my master. You killed one of them and are you planning to kill another now?”

Tears rolled down your cheeks. From sadness or frustrations, Xiao didn’t know. Maybe both.

“Osial is a monster. He is fated to disappear for the safety of the people.”

“Then what about my Goddess? Did she do anything to anyone? Why did you hurt her!!”

“Dear, you, yourself, know the answer best, don’t you? I thought of her as my best ally. So, I really didn’t want to kill her. But when you refused my proposal to use your service for me, I was left with no choice.”

He was beyond shocked to hear the words. He looked at the other Adepti wondering if he misheard his Lord. Moon Craver looked at him with a look of guilt and pity while Cloud Retainer did not even meet his eyes. At that, he understood that he heard everything right and that everyone except him was already aware of the horrifying truth.

“You called Osial monster. But in my eyes, there is only one monster and it is you," you said hatred bleeding not only from your voice but also from your eyes.

Stone lances rained from the sky, sealing anyone and everyone who dared to go against the Groundbreaker. You watched helplessly towards the sea where your beloved Master has disappeared and bawled like a newborn baby who has lost her mother.

If he swept you away with him, will you be able to attain a little more happiness compared to now.

“Yes, let’s steal her away,” Xiao thought to himself. He might not be able to compare to Rex Lapis in strength but he had confidence that he would not lose to anyone in speed. After he stole you away, the two of you could go to the country of freedom and live a tranquil life unknown to anyone.

When he was lost in his thoughts, Madam Ping held his hand. It seemed that he had unconsciously summoned his spear. Madam Ping looked at him in his eyes and shook her head.

“We are adepti of Liyue and our contract is to serve this country and Rex Lapis. Isn’t that right, Xiao?”

At her words, he began to remember what his duty was and what Rex Lapis has done for him.

His Lord saved him from the bounds of Ancient God.

His Lord freed him from the horrid duty of devouring dreams.

His Lord bestowed him the name “Xiao” and gave him a place in Liyue.

He couldn’t possibly go against his Lord.

After a while, you lost your consciousness. All the events that had happened this day was affecting your mind terribly.

He wasn’t able to move a single step forward as he watched his Lord carried you to his chamber.

For anyone who didn't get the backstory because of my terrible writing

I wrote this fic from Xiao's point of view who was in a "Notice me Senpai" situation with Reader.

For a long time, Morax had been a yandere but before the events in this fic, he was contented in just having their loyalty since he was a gentleman.

Osial knew that Morax killed the Goddess of Rain and recruited reader to work for him in exchange for revenge.

That is when reader fell for Osial. However, Osial only saw them as a talented subordinate until the end.

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adventuresinteyvat · 1 year

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Happy Valentine’s Day from (some of) the AiT cast!

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theguyinthemathexamples · 1 year

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The Weekly Bosses React To You Coming Out To Them

(ft. Osial & Beisht 😻😻)

YOU'RE GAY?!?!?!?!?! 😧

Shouki no Kami

You're gay. 😐

Beisht, La Signora, Magatsu Mitake Narukami no Mikoto

You're one of them queers? 👴

Dvalin, Osial, Andrius, Azhdaha

You're girlie pop 💅

Beisht, Childe

AURF. 👹

Azhdaha

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fandangotales · 2 years

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Sticky situation

Childe x Osial

NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI

TW: Dubious consent, use of aphrodisiacs, bondage, monster fucking, crying, sub Childe… please let me know if I missed anything! <3

Dedicated to a very special someone who “loves tentacle hentai” <3

“If you want to drown together with the people of Liyue, you’re free to stay and enjoy the show!” Childe said, smirking at the alarmed expression on the traveler’s face.

The golden house had tremored from the sheer power emitting from the numerous sigils encircling his body. After that, he was supposed to make his getaway in pursuit of the geo archon, who would surely reveal himself in response to the awakening of Osial, right?

…

It was dark; so dark that seeing even a few inches in front of him was nearly impossible. The harbinger had no idea where he was, and how he ended up there. He decided to feel around with his hands in order to get some sense of location.

The ground beneath him was cool rock, with small patches of what felt like springy moss. A heavy dampness hung in the air, already beginning to wet Childe’s clothes.

He took a moment to calm himself, breathing in and out. The place reeked of salt water. The same scent that would always waft into Liyue harbor from the Sea of Clouds.

He let out a huff in disbelief. If he was in the golden house, how on Teyvat did he end up in some kind of sea cave?

Something suddenly fell onto his head from above. He reached up and ran his fingers across the expanse of ginger locks. It was cold, with a kind of slimy texture.

“What the…” he muttered to himself, spreading his fingers in front of his face, watching the slime slowly separate.

He was brought out of his thoughts, as the temperature abruptly lowered. More of the substance dropped around him, as he scrambled to his feet. Childe felt his balance wavering, as the floor became more and more filled with slime. Soon enough, the cool liquid reached his knees. He didn’t know if his feet were still on the ground.

“Harbinger.” The word resounded throughout the cave, as Childe whipped his head around, searching for the source. The voice was ancient, and seemed neither feminine or masculine.

“Who are you, and why am I here?” He questioned, trying his best to maintain a confident front. Even though he was in a very, very bad position, he could probably talk his way out of it.

The voice made a strange sound, that reminded him of a rough laugh.

“Do you not recall summoning me, Harbinger?” It inquired, sounding mildly amused. “Do you not remember the offering necessary for summoning a god?”

Childe tensed up, as the voice’s origin became crystal clear. And an offering? He never heard anything about that.

“Offering…” He trailed off, half talking to himself.

The slime around him slowly shifted into what looked like a serpent head. It emitted a faint hue of aqua, and dimly illuminated the cave.

“Indeed.” It stated, continuing to gather up the other liquid in the room. “And it appears to be that you had not prepared one.”

He felt sweat bead across his forehead, as the overbearing aura of the god increased tenfold. It was not pleased. He attempted to materialize his bow, only for his awaiting hands to remain empty.

The rough chuckle returned once more.

“Silly Harbinger.” It mocked, as multiple heads appeared, each suspending his bow, vision, and delusion before him. “One supposes you will have to do.”

“What… do you mean.” He slowly asked, his expression contorting into something desperate, as his eyes flicked around the area in search of an escape.

His question remained unanswered, as the substance on the cave floor began to stir. Multiple stands of slime emerged from the enlarged pool in front of him, and began making their way towards him.

“Hey-“ be began, one last attempt at reasoning with the being. He was cut off by one of the limbs thrusting itself into his open mouth. His eyes flared open, as he struggled claw get the appendage away from his face.

“Don’t worry little one, I’ll make sure you enjoy this too.” The main head reassured him, as the tentacle pulsed in his mouth.

A thick fluid continuously flowed out of it, sliding down his throat, prompting the ginger to choke on the sheer amount of substance entering his mouth. He was getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen, and the constant flow of liquid. His eyes rolled back, and just as Childe was about to pass out, the girthy strand was pulled from his mouth.

“Hah…” he panted, attempting to catch his breath. He was just about to glare at the creature, before he began to feel incredibly warm, and out of breath despite breathing clearly.

“What… ha… did you do… to me…?” He slurred, as he collapsed onto the awaiting mass of slime. Instead of answering him, it instead gently wrapped multiple strands around his limbs, and proceeded to suspend his limp body in the air. When it deemed he was effectively restrained, other tentacles went for his clothes, steadily removing them from him.

As the cool flesh of ancient god gripped onto his arms and thighs, he barely held in a sigh of relief. Whatever it forced into him made him feel extremely hot, and rendered him immobile. It was difficult to even keep his eyes open.

He had almost succumbed to sleep, before the same cool tentacle slithered from the apex of his thigh, to the rim of his hole.

“Ah-” he sharply inhaled, feeling a sense of pleasure from the soft limb pressed onto his entrance. Other tentecles wrapped further around him, slowly squeezing him repeatedly and deliberately making their way to his sensitive areas.

Childe couldn’t help but let out another noise as the tips of multiple tendrils latched onto his nipples, and began to imitate a sucking motion. His thoughts began to grow hazy, as all he could focus on was constant assault on his chest. Childe knew he shouldn’t be getting off to something like this, but the manner in which he was restrained meant that he was entirely at the mercy of the god. The thought of that sent a jolt of pleasure straight down to his cock.

For some reason, the appendages on his upper half retracted themselves back into the main form, leaving him with no stimulation. He let out a whimper, trying to angle himself back towards the limbs, although the tight hold around his body completely prevented him from moving.

“P-please-“ he gasped, still trying to move, only growing more desperate as time went by.

“I-I need it-” he begged, as the lack of stimulation became excruciating.

The head seemed to tilt its head in consideration, before a large limb materialized directly below his body. He didn’t even notice it, still occupied with pleading for its touch.

“Plea-“ he was cut off as the appendage harshly thrust into his hole, and his words ended in loud moan. Childe’s eyes rolled back, as he struggled to get used to the sheer girth inside of him. The stretch was almost unbearable, and the cold temperature only added to the shock.

After what felt like a century, it slowly began to move his body up and down on the limb, using him as if he was a mere toy. He let out a needy moan at the feeling of the tentacle inside of him, still wanting more. Childe’s back arched involuntarily when it suddenly went deeper, the bulbous end pressing flush with his prostate. He came with a shattering cry, entirely limp as he was continuously pistoled up and down onto the tentacle.

His eyelids fluttered, as the constant movement within him shifted from pleasurable to slightly painful. He let out a groan, but before he could close it, the apendage from earlier reentered his mouth, fucking itself down his throat. The tentacle inside of him picked up speed, assaulting his hole at a brutal pace.

Tears from the overstimulation pooled on his ginger lashes, as his body was mercilessly used. The only sounds he could let out were muffled moans, which only seemed to encourage the sticky limb moving in and out of his throat. His chest was heaving, as he was struggling to intake enough air to remain conscious.

Childe could tell that it was close, as the tentacle pulsed against the bundle of nerves deep inside him. He choked on a sob as it’s speed increased once more, this time chasing it’s release. The edges of his vision began to spot out, as the appendages roughly pulled him down to the base of the tentacle.

“MMPh-” he moaned around the limb in his mouth. Childe almost passed out, but the ice cold temperature of the liquid now pumping down his throat and into his hole snapped his eyes open, as his body was wracked with shivers. He was freezing, and the sheer amount of the thick fluid, now running down his thighs, was not helping his situation.

He looked entirely pathetic, the tears streaming down his face falling upon the large appendage forcing his mouth open. His thighs trembled despite the tight hold on them, unused to the feeling of being filled to the brim. The slick substance had over flowed from inside him, leaving the now unmoving tentacle and something that felt like multiple soft balls left deep inside. It was made glaringly apparent by a distinct bulge protruding from his stomach.

Childe’s body shuddered one final time before his vision went entirely black.

An unknown length of time later…

“Lord Harbinger?” Signora mocked, standing over the 11th’s unconscious form. His skin was covered with angry red marks, around his arms and legs. The sheer amount of thick slime lethargically flowing out of his hole didn’t make it hard to guess what happened. Not to mention the fucked out look on his face, and a large puddle of his own fluid.

His body had been placed in the ground haphazardly, as he was not laying in a normal position. Certainly not one that would be deemed appropriate. Signora rolled her eyes, mentally noting to bring this up the next time she meets with the Tsaritsa.

“Childe…” she half sang, in an attempt to wake him up. There was no response. Sighing, she poked his cheek with the tip of her heel. There was no response for a few seconds, and it lead to dead silence.

“Haaa…” he breathed, still out of it. “P-please~”

Signora laughed in disbelief.

She’d let the recruits deal with this.

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logicaltips · 1 year

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Jealously towards the unblessed

Imagine the emotional whiplash your acolytes feel when the Creator finally arrives at Teyvat, but instead of taking time to meet them, the Creator immediately heads out to give some closure for the various NPCs.

For Teppei, the yakshas, and other dead characters, the Creator immediately makes contact with them in the afterlife, maybe bring them back as spirits temporarily so they can have some closure with their friends. I can see Xiao being very happy over this.

For Osial, the Creator will definitely have a private chat with him about Liyue to get him to let go of his hate.

As for Zhiqiong and Katarina, you can totally bet that the Creator is booking it straight to the Chasm to get her out ASAP; whether or not she's alive. I feel like Keqing is a bit proud that the Creator cares so much even for non-vision holders.

For everyone else though, they're jealous af. Those characters never assisted the Creator in battle, so what was it about them that resonated with the Creator so much?

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noxsangonomiya · 10 months

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If I wrote a Zhongchi fanfic where Childe and Osial accidentally created a kid when their energies merged, and are now co-parenting, and they’re both super chill about it but Zhongli and the adepti are confused and have no idea what to do….

Would you read it?

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heedmywarnings · 2 years

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Adoration

He was painted as a monster in the pages of Liyue's history. Maybe he was a monster, but not you.

Osial adored you, how could he not? The touch of your fingertips caressed his silky skin. He could see you swoon over him, no matter how hard you try to hide it.

Maybe it was fate, maybe he had to thank Morax for this chance.

If Morax himself did not chase you until you hit a dead end on top of Liyue's cliff, if you did not have another choice but to jump in the vast sea. Maybe, he would never met you.

As soon as he felt the warm presence inturde the depths of his domain, he immediately knew, he recognised it.

You were there.

And Osial was there for you.

Morax never dared show his face in your precense.

Morax is deeply saddened, only a crueler fate than death is an acceptable punishment for his transgression towards you.

Maybe, he could make it up to you. What do you do, oh lovely creator?

But you need not dwell on a sinner and his fate. For you must pay full attention to your dearest companion. Osial loves you dearly, do you do too?

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elentari-celestaire · 1 year

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✧unyielding pillar, fleeting mist✧

ii. blooming mist-flower amongst golden peaks and azure sea.

[ previous ll masterlist ll next ]

pairing: morax x f!reader, osial x f!reader

synopsis: a story of a human female from Earth, who was thrown into the world of Teyvat during one of its most dangerous era. despite being bestowed with a power far stronger than any Teyvat mortal could wield, y/n decided to use her gift of mist to hide away from the burning and bloodied war-filled world. but, what will she do when Morax, the warrior god, one of the seven victors of the archon war and future geo archon waltzed into her mist-concealed island, that she had hidden away from the inhabitants of Teyvat for decades?

author’s note: or u can call this the chapter y/n almost die from constantly being breathless. this is kinda rushed since I’ve been sick and busy the past week. tbh this chapter is mostly just y/n being on a roller coaster of emotions the whole time. also, i apologise that my writing isn’t as well written as other writers though i’m hoping with time and practice i’ll improve. i hope you’ll enjoy this.

When those glowing molten ambers focused on her, y/n felt as if she had forgotten how to breathe. Fortunately for her, her brain remembered how to.

As her chest heaved to compensate the prior lack of oxygen, the unsettling feeling from before dug deeper within her. Those golden hues brought her back to the very first time she had laid eyes on them, many decades ago.

His history as the feared god of war was something she was well aware of. Yet, even knowing that, she could not help but feel intimidated — wanting to shrink and hide away like she had always done.

And so, ran away she did.

Taking in a deep breath, y/n turned to the young man next to her, breaking eye contact from those golden ambers.

“Hirotaka, tell Seiran to serve the two outsiders tea and to treat them with the utmost respect,” she spoke with the calmest voice she could muster.

The young man next to her, whose name was Hirotaka was surprised for a moment before hastily responding, “yes, my lady…” His eyes glancing towards the direction of Seiran and the two outsiders. “But, my lady, shouldn’t you -”

Not giving the male a chance to continue, the divine priestess exclaimed, “I just remembered that I have some urgent matters to attend to!! There is nothing on this island so, they will probably get bored soon and be on their wa-”

Y/n paused mid-sentence when she noticed Hirotaka, whose eyes were wide and his form trembling at a presence behind her.

“Taka?” her brows furrowed in worry, which then turned into a look of dread as a shadow loomed over her.

“Found you.”

E/c hues widened at the sound of the familiar baritone voice yet, the lack of gentleness that she was accustomed to made her heart ached.

Even after decades having not heard the future geo archon’s voice since she arrived in Teyvat, his voice never fails to make her weak — turning her legs into jelly. Speaking of jelly, she really could use one at that moment.

‘Think, Y/n! Think!’ snapping her thoughts away from the dessert, the divine priestess mentally screamed at herself, her body slightly shaking as she willed herself to find for the best course of action.

Her anxious thoughts were cut short when she felt her wrist being grabbed, eliciting a high-pitch squeal from her lips.

“Are you going to run away again, mist flower?”

“W-what?! No!! I wasn’t inten-”

As y/n’s worried mind was trying to comprehend whatever that had transpired, she unconsciously turned towards the owner of those hands — those very hands decorated with geo markings that she had only admired seen through images or the game.

“Did you just called me mist flow-”

The divine priestess inhaled sharply as her e/c eyes travelled upwards to meet golden ambers. He had removed his hood, exposing his umber locks, his low ponytail swinging in the chilly breeze.

Y/n let out a breath she had not realized she had been holding. He looked exactly the same as he had been that many decades ago — intimidating but still, breathtakingly beautiful.

The staring contest moment between the Lord of Geo and y/n was cut short when Seiran came running towards the divine priestess — worry etched on the younger priestess’ features, and trailing after her was the other outsider, his long azure tresses flowing behind him.

Y/n’s eyes widened as she moved her gaze from the god towering over her to the blue-haired male, who had just arrived at the scene — his bright cerulean hues assessing the situation — seemingly asking for an answer as to why the god of war was holding on to the divine priestess’ wrist.

“Morax. What are you doing?”

Slightly irked at being interrupted, the younger god in question grumbled, “I merely spoke to her…Osial.”

“Do you grab everyone's wrist when you speak to them…Morax?”

Morax glared at the older god, like a child caught red-handed, before letting go of the divine priestess' wrist. But, y/n was too distracted by a certain name that she had just heard to notice the lack of pressure on her wrist.

“What?!”

The sudden outburst from the divine priestess took everyone by surprise, even the two gods standing in front of her. “Osial?! Even the Lord of Vortex is here?!”

For a moment, y/n swore there was a deadly glint in those crystal blue eyes when they met hers. Slightly parted lips turned upwards into a faint smirk.

‘Why is he smirking?’ cue the start of another mental breakdown for y/n. She was aware of Morax’s personality based on what she had read. But, Osial? The only thing she knew about the Lord of Vortex was that he’s a huge hydra-looking sea creature that got speared by Morax and then, stoned by the jade chamber centuries later.

Never would she have thought that she would meet Osial. At least, not expecting to see him in human form — a very good-looking form at that. At first, it was the Lord of Geo, now with Osial as well. She just wanted to scream from how beautiful these two gods are, but she had to maintain her dignity in front of her people.

“Oh?” the azure-haired god hummed as he held his chin in his fingers — the smirk still plastered on his lips. ”It seems our host knows who i am?” he continued, his voice a mixture of curiosity and amusement as he side-glanced the younger god next to him before returning his gaze towards y/n.

Both of their attentions were then focused on y/n and solely on her — Osial’s expression was one of interest while Morax’s demanded answers.

“And yet, we know nothing of you or your island, divine priestess y/n.”

‘Heart, please stay strong,’ y/n pleaded internally, having long given up on praying to any gods.

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saccharinerose · 2 months

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Made some updated references for my Beisht and Osial human form designs

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why-am-i-here-someone-save-me · 2 years

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Then Came The Dawn Pt. 3

Ever since the execution of the ‘imposter’ Ajax had not used his Vision. When he fought, he did so using only his Delusion. If asked why, he would have given a rather blunt answer. “If Celestia cannot be bother to intervene on behalf of the Creator; I want nothing to do with them or their gaze. I’ve no desire for a gift from gods who stand by while something so catastrophic occurrs. They can have their Vision back for all I care.”

The Fatui were a rather efficient force. However, there were some things that even they struggled to carry through. Which is why four whole weeks after Tartaglia sent out his subordinates to search Guyun Stone Forest; they finally had returned with news. The harbinger had wasted no time, setting out for the cluster of islets immediately.

Upon drawing near to them, the Sigil of Protection began to respond, a sort of invisible tugging urging him forward. He reached what seemed to be a plain and featureless wall of rock, but suddenly the talisman flew from his hand, floating in front of the wall, glowing brighter and brighter.

Childe’s eyes widened slightly as the wall seemed to melt into thin air, revealing a passageway behind it. Shaking off his surprise, he grabbed the now dull sigil and entered.

If his instincts were correct; Osial would know what happened to the so called “imposter”.

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You were a bit surprised at how much of a conversationalist the overlord was, but the surprise was soon to give way to appreciation. He was happy to talk about anything and everything with you, from the mundane affairs of your life before waking up in Teyvat, to your slime companions you’d made on the run. You miss them dearly. In return he told you of times before the archon war, lore you’d never heard before coming straight from something who witnessed it transpire.

While on your journey of trying not to get murdered, you’d grown to not talk very much. In fact, it was your capture that brought the first words out of you in months; resigned words of disappointment aimed at the characters you’d once loved. You hadn’t been merciful with them, each statement had been crafted to cut deeply; each one aimed directly at their most sensitive areas.

“Guizhong would be disappointed.”

“So much for your ‘new age’ Kequing.”

“And here you claim to be a pacifist. Lying doesn’t make you look good Ganyu.”

“Judging someone for their appearance is rather hypocritical of you Xinyan.”

“I see your concept of chivalry is as fake as your pen name Xingqiu.”

“All the mora in the world won’t make you a better person Ningguang.”

“Did the other Yaksha murder people too, or is that just your personal habit Alatus?”

“You should get those red strings looked at Shenhe: they don’t seem to be working.”

“Last time I checked, a person who truly pursued justice wouldn’t go along with a witch hunt Yanfei.”

All of Liyue had been there, and you’d made sure to hit each and every one of the vision holders with your blades of harsh words.

Your words had been cruel, and you knew it. Occasionally you regretted them, but then the memory of what you’d gone through, of what they put you through, would come to the front of your mind and the guilt would wither and die on the spot.

Regardless, it was rare for you to speak after what you went for, and you appreciated Osial filling the silence.

While on the run you had loved silence. Silence meant peace: silence meant a moment of respite.

Now though, now that you no longer had the shadow of death lingering over you at every moment, the silence gave your mind ample time to reflect on your woes.

But Osial seemed to understand, as he gladly kept you company, and his companionship kept the demons in your mind at bay. It was only in his presence that you felt safe enough that you could fall asleep, and he would remain with you while you rested, there for you should the trauma of the hunt torment you with nightmares. Osial was always nearby when you awoke.

Which is why your heart was currently pounding loudly. You’d woken up, but he wasn’t here with you. You begin to frantically search for the overlord, only to freeze when you hear Osial seemingly speaking to someone. You know you should confront the situation head on, but you couldn’t work up the courage to do it. Interacting with someone aside from Osial isn’t something you think your ready for yet, and so you opt to stay hidden in the shadows.

“I cannot tell if you are simply a fool, or overly courageous. Walking into a god’s domain never ends well for mortals, so let’s get to the point immediately here. Who are you, and why have you sought me out?”

“Their Grace, you saved them right? They’re okay, right?”

Osial’s voice turns guarded and tense at the others words.

“And if I did? What does it matter to one of the mortals who forsook them?”

The seabed trembles ever so slightly, and the overlords voice hardens. If you likened his usual tone to a gentle current; this would be a raging maelstrom in contrast.

“If you have come to harm them further, I recommend you turn around and leave before I strike you down personally.”

The reply you hear is a familiar voice, but it takes a moment for you to place it. You cautiously peek into the room where the two are speaking, and sure enough, it’s exactly who you’d thought.

“…A-Ajax…?”

Both the god and the harbinger freeze before turning to face you. Osial visibly calms down at the sight of you alive and well, while Childe on the other hand takes you by surprise. There’s practically tears of relief in his eyes, and before you can even truly process that information, he kneels in front of you.

“Your Grace I’m so relieved to see you are safe.”

“H-Huh?”

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The explanation that the ginger provided certainly helped you make sense of things, but that left you with a choice. A choice which in all honesty, you weren’t sure you’d be able to make. You had no shortage of options, but you didn’t know which was the truly “right” answer, and that’s assuming there was a right answer at all.

You could remain with Osial here in this small haven of peace you’d managed to find.

You and Osial could leave with the harbinger, and work with the Tsarita to overthrow both your mimic and Celestia, though a run-in with Morax would be certain; there’s no way he wouldn’t notice Osial being outside of the seal.

Or you could lash back at Liyue for the suffering it’s people caused you; paying back their cruelty with destruction.

While a small part of you wanted to pursue vengeance, to make them pay, you couldn’t find the resolve too. You were just so tired of the fighting. So tired of chaos. You just wanted to rest. There had already been enough bloodshed. You didn’t want any more.

The thought of staying here was a comforting one. Hiding away from the cruel world that had deserted you had been blissful so far, and you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to give it up.

But…

That thing…

It was still wearing your face, speaking with your voice, going by your name.

The fact alone made you feel nauseous. You weren’t like them, not an abusive tyrant like you’d seen them be; yet they sullied your name, your identity; with their acts.

No, you didn’t want vengeance on Liyue.

You wanted vengeance on the accused creature that had ordered your death, and it alone.

“……Alright. When should we leave then?”

“[Name] are you certain you wish to do this? Once we leave this place, you will be in danger again.”

“I know. But I can’t just let that thing hurt people, especially not while hiding behind my identity.”

“…If you are certain, then I will not oppose. I pledged my service to you, and whilst I may not be as strong as I once was, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe [Name].”

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filkassan · 11 days

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has redrawn my Osial

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yumenosakiacademy · 2 years

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"Only when a night as dark as the abyss descends, can one notice the luminous glimmer that has always been with them."

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originalgenshinscenarios · 1 year

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Greetings you little mashocist! Have some more pain

I humbly request headcanons of Orobashi, Zhongli and Osial. In where you, their human lover asks, what they'll do when you'll die?

You're mortal, so one day you will perish, leaving them alone.

Much love, ash anon <3

You just get me. That's the angst I fucking want!!

Also hope you like my version of Osial~

Orobashi, Zhongli and Osial reacting to their human asking what will they do when they die

Reader here is gender neutral

Orobashi

It wasn't like he wasn't prepared for this question to come up, but he was surprised by it regardless.

He didn't wanted to worry about it too soon, but at the same time you did deserve a proper answer.

"There isn't much I could do... I definitely would cherish everything we had and be there for you untill your last breath... But as for what would happen next... I'm not yet sure"

It would take him a long time to get used to you not being around. He could only imagine how many times he'd forget that you've died only to be brought back to harsh reality.

Because with time to him all of it will seem like a dream that ended with a nightmare.

Zhongli

Although he's hiding among the mortals and his days as Rex Lapis are over, he still had a long life ahead of him... One that would surely outlive you if he doesn't fall due to different circumstances than age.

It took him some time to confess to you that he isn't mortal. Mainly because he just doesn't talk about it left and right. But when you ask him the question he doesn't even hesitate to answer.

"I'll carry you in my heart and memories until the day that I die" he spoke bluntly but you could feel the determination within.

It was the truth after all. He would cherish every moment he has with you. He'd basically use the time he has with you the best way he can. After your passing he'd just remember the times he had. Perhaps often ask himself "what would happen if you were here" too.

Osial

He was prepared for the fact that your life is fragile and may end any day. Still just the idea of losing you was making him mad.

So when you asked him what would he do after your death he almost scolded you.

"Don't even bring up such a grim scenario. I'll deal with it once I will have to face it" to him situation was simple. He has you here and when something takes you away there will be hell to pay.

There just was no telling what he'd do as he griefs your death... Your death might end up being not only a catastrophe for him but be correlated to a different one...

~Mod Lisa

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