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sumeru-academy · 2 years

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The walk there.

synopsis: they carry you to the car after you’ve fallen asleep.

character(s): jean, yelan, beidou. (seperate)

warning(s): mentions of alcohol (beidou).

note(s): second pov, female reader, no use of y/n.

p.s: did you know that dolphins consume puffer fish to get high?

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JEAN GUNNHILDR

“Phew, that should be the last of it…”

Adding the last paper to the pile, Jean stretched meticulously and popped every last cramp she felt in her body. The day having turned to tomorrow as both you and Jean stayed overtime to finish some big important reports for next Monday’s meeting. For Jean, this was just another average weekday night, but for you, it was a bit more to chew than you could swallow.

“Ready to clock out my love?” Jean sighed as she rolled her wrists around in relief, pausing when she heard no response, “Dearest?”

Turning around in her rolling chair, her eyes softened when she saw you passed out at your desk. Hunched over a pile of unfinished paperwork as a small trail of drool threatened to leak itself onto the documents. Normally, Jean would be fearful for those files’ lives but she just couldn’t get over how cute you looked in that moment.

I guess this is what happens when your boss is also your wife.

“Oh…my love…” Jean smiled sheepishly and carefully made her way over to you. Brushing a small lock of your hair away from your face as she gingerly wiped the trail of drool. “So messy…”

Watching as your shoulders rose and fell with each breath of your lungs, Jean finally managed to snap herself out of her lovestruck trance and finally shake you awake.

“Dearest, you can’t sleep like this, it’s bad for your back…” she chuckled when your nose scrunched up with annoyance. “Alright then, I suppose this leaves me with no other choice…”

Your eyes snapped open when you felt your whole world shake into motion, startling you awake as you instantly latched onto the closest thing around you.

Jean.

“Jean what’re you—!”

The soft side of Jean had come out surprisingly. After a long and tiring day of work, you hadn’t expected your wife to bring out the golden retriever in her. (Which you didn’t even know she had!)

“I’d rather have my wife sleep in a bed tonight, Mrs. Gunnhildr,” she grinned playfully as she held you bridal style in her arms. “Is that alright with you?”

“I…I suppose…” in all honesty you were too dumbfounded to reply with anything else. Just in awe at how absolutely JOYFUL you were to have married such an incredible woman.

“Thank goodness…” your wife sighed, readjusting her hold on you to make sure you were secure. “It is time for us to retire my love. Tomorrow— er, this morning I will make sure you are well rested by the time you feel ready to wake up. I will prepare a plentiful meal for us to enjoy, and we could—“

“You don’t have to do that Jean…” you yawned, slowly drowsing off to her soft footsteps exiting the building.

“But dearest, you’d always love when I’d cook breakfast for the two of us, no?”

You giggled tiredly at her concerned puppy-like face, reassuring her with a small stroke to the cheek as she leaned in to your touch. “You know how I love your meals, Jean, but I meant that…”

You buried your face closer to her ear and murmured as softly as you could;

“All I need is you in the morning…”

Your final words before succumbing to sleep kept echoing in Jean’s mind as she walked through the parking lot, placing your tired body in the passenger seat and kissing your brow when she strapped you in.

She didn’t start the car for a while. Just staring at your peaceful face with a smile that could rival the sun.

She’s so glad that she married you.

And she was even gladder when you leaned your head against her shoulder, the soft hum of the engine’s roar filling the silence usually occupied by you.

YELAN

“Thank you for your oh so generous donation…”

Yelan cackled at the now broke man sitting in front of her as he wallowed in despair over his loss. Running her hands deftly through your hair as you laid slant against her figure in a daze. It was quite late after all, almost morning and your wife definitely noticed how sleepy you were lying slack in her arms.

“Oh, stop crying like a little child. You’re disrupting my wife’s rest, you imprudent little thing…” she tsked at the man for causing you to stir and snapped her fingers for him to be taken away. His cries slowly drowning out from your ears as all you could hear were the soft “shhhs” of Yelan caressing your face. “Tired, my love?” She whispered, smirking when she saw your eyes flutter barely.

“I can stay up..” you yawned, trying to shift out of her grasp but to no avail.

“Mhm…” Yelan chuckled, “That liar’s face can’t fool me…”

She wrapped her arms tighter around you and lifted you up with ease, causing you to flinch as you were forced to koala-cling to her figure.

“Yelan—!”

“Oh wait just a moment!”

She gently set you down despite your flustered face and slid off her jacket to cover you. The smell of rich wine and money emitting from the soft fabric as she bundled it over you like a cocoon.

“There, wouldn’t want my love to catch a cold now, yes?” Yelan chuckled. “Alright, let’s go home.”

Hoisting you up once more despite your pleas —Koala carry style so you could hide your face behind her— Yelan headed out of the casino and towards your expensive-looking car in the back. The once clear night sky now cloudy as it had begun to rain the moment you two stepped out.

“Hmpf, seems like we’re in for a little drizzle,” Yelan smiled, nudging the side of your face with her nose, “Hey, you don’t mind getting a bit wet now do you?”

The tone of her voice made your ears steam up like a cartoon. “Don’t say it like that..!” You groaned. Your bully of a wife laughing to herself before running towards the car playfully.

“Cold cold cold!” You’d murmur in her arms as the cold rainwater sprayed bullets on your skin.

“Hmm, aren’t you glad I swaddled you up my love?”

“Yelan—!”

You were too tired to scold her any further. Deciding that this fight wasn’t worth winning and just deciding to cover your head with her jacket. “Ugh…you’re impossible…”

Yelan grinned at this and used the edge of her heel to open the back door of your car, laying you down with her on top of you as she adjusted her jacket into a makeshift blanket.

“Impossibly in love with you my dear,” she kissed the top of your head, “Sleep peacefully, the back is all reserved for you until we get back home.”

As your eyes slowly drifted to a steady haze, you comprehended the sounds of Yelan getting into the driver’s seat and stroking your hair from the front. Humming a melodious tune that slowly lulled you into a deep slumber as the rain pattered down against the roof of your car.

BEIDOU

“C’mon Beidou! Just one round of shots!”

The chanting at the table grew louder as Beidou’s co-workers started getting more and more rowdy. Trying to encourage their boss into a drinking competition after she had tried her best not to. Ever since she was wedded to you, she has tried her best to stop her drinking habits for your sake, and so far? She was doing pretty good.

Oh, but one round of shots couldn’t hurt, right? It’s not like she was chugging down bottles of booze.

“Hmm, well, one round of shots couldn’t possibly hurt…” Beidou mumbled playfully, her co-workers all cheering at her sudden shift in mood as they got the glasses stacked and the soju shook.

“Hell yeah Beidou!” One of her friends cheered, “This oughta be child’s play for you!”

Chuckling at their excitement, Beidou picked the glass up with her fingers and was about to touch the glass with her lips when she saw you dozed off in the corner of her eye.

There, slouched off in the corner of the booth was you. Her perfect, beautiful wife sleeping soundly despite the loud cheers and shouts of her rowdy co-workers. Truth be told, Beidou noticed how tired you looked tonight, and it seemed like you had quite the rough day at work. But when Beidou brought up the after work party for her business, you instantly brightened and plastered on a smile, eagerly wishing to go and attempting to have fun despite how absolutely dead you looked.

It was the sight of your tired body that made Beidou separate the glass from her lips.

“Ah…actually, I don’t feel like drinking tonight. Could I get some water please?”

Laughing off her co-workers boos and whines of disappointment, Beidou eventually made her way over to where you were knocked out, and gently kissed your shoulder.

“Hi princess,” she smiled somberly when you stirred, “Wild night huh? Let’s go home.”

Rubbing your eyes tiredly, you yawned and kissed your wife back gently, “Already? Did you have fun?” You murmured softly, reaching for your purse in order to grab your keys.

“(Chuckle) yes, I did. But I’m driving tonight, princess, you could barely keep your head up.”

You swatted her hands away from your bag and frowned, “You can’t drive after consuming alcohol. It’s dangerous.”

Beidou smiled at that accusation and softly gripped your wrists. “True. But a sleepy person could be just as dangerous,” she laughs, “Besides, I hadn’t had a single drop of alcohol since we got here. Wife’s promise.”

Your eyes widened. “You didn’t drink?” You muttered quietly.

Beidou only smiled, “Why drink when I have you to satisfy me.”

Ignoring the blush that now coated your cheeks —or at least not poking fun at it— Beidou crouched down in front of you and grinned over her shoulder. “So, are we going or not, sweet thing? The restaurant closes in an hour.”

“I…” you genuinely looked shocked at Beidou’s gentlewomanly act, “Y-Yes…Let’s go home.”

As if you weighed nothing at all, Beidou swiftly hoisted you up with her leg muscles and adjusted you so that you were comfortable. The warmth emitting from her body acting like a comforting pillow as you snuggled and buried yourself deeper into your wife.

“No need to worry about a thing, sweetness…” Beidou spoke gingerly, waving goodbye to her co-workers as she stepped out into the briskly night, “You can rest easy when I’m around. And that goes for scenarios like this too.”

Kissing the top of your hands interlocked at her neck, Beidou stopped at your car and smiled at the reflection she saw in the car window. You sound asleep on her shoulder with a small smile etched upon your face.

Truly, you were worth more than any bottle of booze.

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genshin-pals · 2 years

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Run Away

Characters: Beidou, Kazuha, Venti, Klee, Kaeya, Xiao

Scenario: For one reason or another, home does not feel like home. Despite the comfort of a familiar environment, it has become unhealthy for you. You want to leave, but are scared. Can someone give you the push you need? Or perhaps give you comfort to survive just a bit longer.

Notes: I was fantasizing about leaving a bad home life and going on some kind of adventure and this happened. Enjoy my self indulgent writing. - mod Cake

Home was suffocating. It felt as if your life was going no where. Of course, it would eventually change, but that scared you even more.

How would you make money? Who would you work for? Where would you live? Despite the endless possibilities ahead, the future was unknown and terrifying.

One day, a ship came into port. The Alcor, head of the famous Crux fleet. And with it, it’s fearless captain - Beidou.

You somehow ended up getting to know her. And for a time, life at home was a bit more bearable. Occasionally you would tell your friend about your life, and she would comfort you when she could.

Being a pirate, however, Beidou would have to leave soon. When she mentions the date, your response is immediate.

“Can I come with you?”

She blinked, and you expected her to deny your request. After all, you aren’t a sailor. What could you provide to the crew? And yet, that was not the answer you heard.

“If that’s what you really want, sure.”

Blinking, you couldn’t believe it. There was an exit. All of a sudden you broke down, and you found yourself in the arms of the uncrowned lord of the sea.

Beidou would help you prepare. Packing your bags, telling everyone you knew goodbye. Your family was shocked, a little hurt, but Beidou promised them you’d be safe.

Finally, you stood on The Alcor, watching the port grow smaller and smaller. Until it vanished over the horizon.

Once again, tears fell from your eyes, curled up against the railing and sobbing. What was it you felt? Relief? Sadness? Guilt? No one, not even yourself, knew.

The crew was more welcoming than you expected. They all told you their stories, many of which were similar to yours, and they sang all night until they passed out.

It was comforting. You were still sad, but it suddenly felt like the unknowable future was a little less scary...

Traveling the world has always been an attractive idea to you. Partly because of all the stories you read growing up.

The other part was due to the turbulent environment that was your home.

You had no marketable skills. At least, you didn’t think so. So you lived with your family. Even then it feels as if you’re the one taking care of them.

For the last couple of months, Kazuha has been in your town. You’ve grown close, and even invited him home for dinner a few times. It is in those times he could see how stifled your growth has become.

Kazuha brings it up on occasion, but you don’t want to talk about it. He respects that, but part of you wishes he would push the subject.

You want him to solve all your problems. But you realize that’s what your family does to you. It isn’t fair.

Sitting under a tree, watching the sunset, Kazuha speaks up. An idea that takes your breath away from shock.

“Why don’t you travel with me?”

Staring, you search for any hint of sarcasm. There was none, of course though. He’s serious.

“I cannot promise it will always be comfortable, but moments like this...” He watches the sun vanish behind the horizon. “...they will always be here to set the heart at ease.”

“What about my family...?” You mutter, concerned. Kazuha didn’t have that stress when he left his homeland.

“Your concern for their feelings is admirable. However, this is your choice, Y/n. Not theirs.”

The weight of his statement settled in, and you just stared at the darkening sky.

“Yeah...” You mutter. “Okay...”

Just packing up and traveling the world is not as easy as one would think. You have to prepare to survive. To travel. Find food. Find shelter.

Home no longer feels like home. Your physical health was never in danger. Yet emotionally, every day was a struggle.

Sometimes you would wonder out to Windrise. Sometimes you were tempted to stay there. But you can’t survive in the wild. Not to mention it would break your family’s heart if you just vanished...

“Seems my faithful disciple is longing for freedom.” A voice rang with a strum of a lyre. Looking up, you saw Venti the bard, aka Mondstadt’s own anemo archon, Barbados. He jumped from the branch of the large tree and floated down to where you sat.

“What troubles you, dearest?” His voice was as airy as the wind he held domain over.

Your thoughts are jumbled, hard to make sense off. They’re full of conflicting feelings and dead ends. Yet, Venti listens all the same. Never speaking a word of judgement.

“When it comes to interpersonal troubles, I’m afraid I’m not much help...” Venti speaks when you are done. “The most I can offer is a shoulder to lean on and a song.”

You nod, smiling sadly. That wouldn’t fix your problems, but for now...it sounded like enough. Leaning closer, your head rested against his chest. You felt a chuckle rumble as the bard began to sing.

Calm washed over you. Everything was still so confusing, but you found solace in this single moment. A friend. That’s what you needed to get through this.

On occasion, you would find yourself playing with the famous (or infamous) Spark Knight.

But today, she finds you in a very bad place. You left the house after your mother started shouting, and you needed to be alone.

“Hey, Y/n? What’s wrong?” The girl asked. “You don’t look so good? Are you sad?”

There’s no way you could explain everything going on. Such complex feelings aren’t for a child her age (even if you felt like this when you were her age as well). So you simply nodded. “Yeah...I’m sad.”

“Is it something I can blow up for y-” “No! No, no it’s not that kind of problem!”

Klee sat down with you, looking up with her big, round eyes. “Whenever I’m upset, Big Brother Albedo says he’ll listen to me. He listens, and then I feel better!” She smiled. “If you need to talk, then you can talk to me.”

“Thank you, Klee...” Pause. “I’m...not very happy at home. But it’s the only home I have.”

The little girl frowned, and it seemed she was thinking hard as to how to help. Eventually, she jumped up. “Let’s run away, then!”

“What??” Oh god this could be bad.

“You don’t like your home, so how about we make our own home! I know just the spot!” Taking your hand, she drags you outside the city gates. Eventually, she stopped in a small clearing in the woods.

“This can be our home!” She exclaims with arms spread out. “Over here is the kitchen...” She points to a pile of rocks. “And that can be the bedroom!” A pile of leaves. “And, and we can do whatever we want here! And there’s no bad stuff allowed.”

The child’s earnest effort brought a smile to your face. “Yeah... I like this.”

For the rest of the day, you played ‘house’ with Klee. When the sun started to set, you walked back to the city together, hand and hand. She waves goodbye as she enters the Favonius HQ, and you left feeling a bit lighter than before.

Living in Springvale was peaceful. And yet, there was no peace within your heart.

You’re still trying to get on your feet, living with your family for the time being. And yet, it feels suffocating. They argue, shout, get mad at the smallest of things. It’s draining.

More than anything you want to leave, but your conscience won’t let you. Leaving your family would break their hearts, and actually taking that leap of independence is paralyzing.

Angel’s Share was practically your home at this point. You never got drunk, but a few drinks were nice. It was there you met the Calvary Captain years ago.

Somehow the two of you became good drinking buddies, and close friends. You’ve had to help him back home several times in the past.

So tonight, when you seem especially troubled, he asks what’s on your mind. After explaining how you feel, Kaeya leans against the counter, palm in his hand as he looks at you.

“How’s about the run away together?”

You nearly choke at his suggestion. “W-What?!”

“Think about it. It would be a rather romantic way to vanish, would it not? Besides, your main concern seems to be supporting yourself. I know my way around both the wilderness and the underbelly of society, so survival is no question. We could thrive, in fact. Create our own nation, even!”

The suggestion was audacious, and you knew it was just him teasing. And yet, part of you couldn’t help but long for something like that... Kaeya could see it in your eyes.

“If you needed help, you should have asked.” His tone is slightly more serious. “Home is meant to be somewhere you feel safe. If you don’t feel safe, it isn’t home.”

Your eyes widened. It isn’t home. Turning away in embarrassment, you felt tears come to the surface. Kaeya speaks again, his voice sounding closer.

“That’s what you needed, isn’t it? Someone else telling you it’s okay to feel the way you do?”

Nodding, you just hid your face. The bar was quiet, something you were thankful for. Kaeya asked the bartender for a glass of water, handing it to you. After a while, you were able to calm down.

“Were you serious about running away together...?” You asked quietly.

Kaeya smirked. “If you want me to be.”

You have met the guardian yaksha many times before. Once you found out where he “lived”, you would visit Wangshu Inn often. He tolerated your presence.

Verr Goldet tells you that while Xiao would never admit it, he always seems a bit happier after running into you.

One day, you went to the inn. What was unusual is the fact you actually checked into a room. Verr Goldet asked where you were going, but you avoided the question.

Going to the balcony at night, you rested on the railing and simply sighed. Your secret wish came true, as you heard a voice speak beside you.

“This is an unusual time for you to come.” Xiao says. You make no response, and he glances over. “You are running from something.”

The way your body tenses tells him he’s correct. He huffs, simply folding his arms and looking forward. But he did not seem mad. In fact, it seemed to be an invitation for you to speak.

“I... Home is bad.” You admit. “I love my family, but...but I hate being with them. I’m stressed and upset and it feels like nothing I do is good enough...” All of it spills out before you even realize. Xiao is a good listener.

“If you are unhappy there, you should not return.” He states bluntly.

“But I love them...” You respond. “That would break their hearts!”

“They are harming you, are they not?”

Your mouth opened, but you had nothing to say. Frowning, you just...deflated. You stared out at the marshes of Liyue, counting the lights coming from campfires, house lights, and more.

“Human relationships make things more complicated than they need to be.” He speaks. “If those relationships bring you sorrow, you should cut them off.”

“But...” You looked at him, and he stared back. You found no retort. Sighing, you looked down. “I’m scared...”

“You’ve already taken the first step.” Xiao turned, walking towards the stairs. “Verr Goldet can provide more assistance than I on this matter. If you need my help, call my name.” And like that, he vanished.

He...was right, in a way. More right than you wanted to admit to yourself. So before bed, you talked to the innkeeper, and started making a plan.

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