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Yandere Alhaitham x Reader

/// Ignorance Is Bliss

Summary:

You discover that your new love, Alhaitham, secretly keeps a detailed knowledge capsule about you.

cw: GN reader, spoilers for alhaitham’s lore and sumeru archon quests, yandere themes, stalking, manipulation, implied not-sfw

Alhaitham knows better than anyone else that there's always a price to pay to enter the oasis of knowledge.

Sanity is the ticket those desert sirens crave to check before you board.

Enticing scrolls of information wrap around your waist and weary legs, dragging you toward the mirage of gilded wisdom. They dance around, heated faces burned from the whispers of sand. The glistening flow of cleansing texts and books containing forbidden, convoluted details tempts people's thirst.

It's all for the enlightenment. An intoxicating euphoria of comprehension, to feel the ivory branches and leaves of Irminsul flood their senses. Perhaps it's the glory, that "aha!" moment people desire. They want to fatten their parched egos and satisfy that sinister appetite. They hunger to be better than everyone else by knowing and achieving more, by finding the Holy Grail first.

Knowledge is the charmer; people are the sinful serpents.

As with any personal research project for him, it started with discovering the topic of interest

Alhaitham prides himself on being a man with principles rooted in logic. Rationality is the key to clarity. Dreams are mere distractions. They are fanatical fantasies that the mind plays to taunt and deceive. The Sages endlessly speak of how emotions only get in the way of breaking the Samsara and reaching Nirvana.

Perhaps the moon can only hope to achieve the greatness of the sun.

That is why it was noon when he first laid eyes on you in the House of Daena.

You smelt of orange blossom.

How could he forget that contemplative look as you searched for yellowing books riddled with dust to pique your interest and aid your studies? It was nothing out of the ordinary, a common spectacle rather. As a fellow member of the Akademiya, you were simply another eager student to him.

Holding onto such a meaningless encounter wouldn't be rational. He didn't even bother to gather information on you via the Akasha as a testament to his word.

But one evening, as the lustrous moon wailed in its cage, Alhaitham found you near the beautiful Sanctuary of Surasthana. It was a clear night with a gentle breeze, the perfect time to contemplate and relax amidst the choir of dusk birds. He was going up there to take a quick breather. There were too many annoying meetings he had to attend.

With a telescope in hand and a notebook neatly laid on a stone bench nearby, you gazed at the glorious heavens. A faint fragrance of rose water clung to your skin. However, that's hardly what he noticed at the time. There it was again: that contemplative look. They say the scholars of the Akademiya hold the weight of Teyvat by carrying the burden of denying ignorance, the blistering desire to keep on learning. Some seek to know more and more, even as they meet their fated end. It's an addictive, maddening cycle of peeping into the elusive unknown and searching for answers.

Yet you looked so peaceful. It was refreshing to see.

Alhaitham couldn't help but reminisce about the words his grandmother left him with.

"May my child Alhaitham lead a peaceful life."

"Lovely, aren't they?" you whispered as tenderly as dancing Padisarahs when you noticed his form enter the Sanctuary's vicinity. "Many say the stars are mysterious, but I think they can be quite playful. Every day I unveil more. It's like they ask me to come and be with them" A simple glance nearly made him burn with curiosity. He suddenly felt parched. "I'm sorry if I startled you. I can often get carried away with my studies." You chuckled at the cunning man. Maybe he couldn't even hear you with his headphones on.

Alhaitham crossed his arms and sighed. "It's fine. I should've known someone from the school of Rtawahist would be up here stargazing. I will be heading off then." Your telescope and blue robes were a telltale sign of your discipline; it was but a mere elementary-level deduction.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay? I don't want you to feel like I am hogging the place." The fragrance of rose water came oh-so-slightly closer. It was too sweet and enticing. The pragmatic man couldn't help it. He discretely used his Akasha on you.

After learning of your name and basic information, he came to the blatant conclusion that he needed to leave. Immediately.

Once again, he thought of his grandmother.

"You are such a smart child, but you must take care to have a clearer mind than others. You must understand that vain pursuits are but dust."

His mind was fogging up with too many eccentric yearnings. Aside from facts hastily gathered from the Akasha, he knew nothing about you.

It needed to stay like that.

He nearly scoffed. What was this? That old tale of Layla and Majnun? The man who went insane from love. Give me a break. What use would itching love be to his aspirations? At best, this was but a fleeting attraction. It would go away eventually.

"Look, I don't think either of us have any more time to waste." Alhaitham reviewed you once more before curtly turning around and walking away. "Now then, goodbye."

He had made sure to study the contours of your face, your eye color, your height, your posture, how your clothes fit you, and, most of all, that scent of rose water. But, really, it was all to avoid you for future reference. Yes, understanding one's subject is critical.

You raised your eyebrow as you saw his form grow smaller and smaller. Then, tilting your head up, you looked at the hypnotizing stars and deathly pale moon, trying to read your destiny and find the absolute truth.

Before he could completely escape your view, you used your Akasha Terminal on him. Perhaps you were also too curious. Sumeru's ideals were fostered by you quite well.

Huh, so his name is Alhaitham…What a mysterious man.

___

The art of coffee-making is a methodical process.

Roast, ground, brew, and serve.

It was akin to the process of learning that Alhaitham used: read, break down, reorganize, and question.

Depending on the customer's order, it could be embellished with spices such as cardamom, cinnamon, or saffron. In some cases, sugar may be added.

Alhaitham likes it dark and plain, an afternoon refreshment for the man on the go. While Puspa Café is a common place for social gatherings of people across all walks of life, ranging from lowlife sycophants to wishful merchants, he prefers to be alone. Solitude isn't as vexing as many claim. It allows him to think about his current ordeals. Moreover, it gives him time to read.

That day, one problem had left him quite disturbed.

The Dendro user has always been in-tune with his body. Ever since the brief confrontation that night, he had been physically and mentally agitated, with a fluctuating heartbeat, clammy hands, accelerated breathing, and racing thoughts. Coffee was a possible solution he believed could mitigate any troublesome symptoms. But, of course, in moderation. His roommate, Kaveh, could learn about the word moderation.

Yet this afternoon's refreshment only made it worse.

There you were again.

A ghastly deev haunting his every footstep. Spreading tendrils of nightmares across his skin to choke his throat, vivisecting his beating heart and rumbling mind to capture any essence of starry wisdom and pragmatic musings.

Closing the book he was reading, he noticed the color of the coffee that spewed out of your brass dallah. It was so light. Just from the sight of it, he could taste the nauseating sweetness, too lightly roasted, with too much sugar, honey, and spice. Scoffing, he bets you even untraditionally added milk to lessen the bitter taste. Children are the only ones who dream in this nation, yet one quick look at you was enough to guess that you never truly grew up.

As if you wanted to solidify his observation, your eyes glowed and the corners of your lips curled up when you spotted him. You made your way over to his table and asked if he would like to join you with a spring in your step.

Amidst the overpowering, bold scent of coffee clouding the café, he smelt it the moment you came closer.

Jasmine.

Were your decisions rooted in spontaneity, or did you cycle through a collection of perfumes? He couldn't help but ponder the answer as you awaited his response.

"Sure."

He adored the way you perked up at the sound of one word. A waitress quickly helped to arrange a larger table for you two.

This was just a way to get more information out of you. Nothing more, nothing less.

Yes, you could be of use to him. The third time's a charm, they say.

You quickly got comfortable, too comfortable. "Would you like to share some baklava or maamoul cookies? They are quite delicious, though I can order something else for you if you don't like them. Be my guest!" With a slight, delicate movement of your hand, you gestured to the assortment of sweets laying on a brass tray.

"No. I'm fine. Foods with such high levels of sugar only leave me restless at night. It's a nuisance to deal with while I'm trying to work. You should know better, too. Thank you, though."

You awkwardly glanced away. "I see…Well, that's not a problem. The offer is always there if you change your mind." Looking down at your hands nestled in your lap, you maneuvered the dying conversation elsewhere and swiftly began to ask about his job as the Akademiya's Scribe. The dreamy gleam in your eyes never faded

He couldn't get enough. His illogical thirst was growing.

His flesh began to blaze with anticipation. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad to entertain this romantic fantasy for a bit. Things could be tested with you. He was never one to be enthralled with the concept of love. It was too frivolous and melodramatic, but he supposed studious scholars never limit their perspectives.

"So, what's it like?" you chirped.

Why must you question him? He wanted to know more about you, everything there was to know. No, he had to know in order to finally get this greedy parasite wishing to feast on every bit of you out of his mind. Such a visceral need was consuming every inch of his very being. All semblances of practicality were withering before his eyes. No amount of bitter coffee was enough to quench the anxiety that plagued his mind, nor his bouncing knees, as you persistently asked him about his work and Darshan of Haravatat.

Of course.

How could he be so ignorant? His approach was all wrong.

Alhaitham graduated with top grades at the Akademiya; his professors commended him for quickly deciphering incredibly elaborate ancient runes and grasping unfathomably complex syntax and structure.

You were like that.

You were a puzzle waiting to be unveiled and exposed to him and him alone. The world has no need of getting to view such convoluted beauty. A rare individual you were, indeed. You managed to hold on to such childish ways of wanting to dream while still maintaining a mature air of unmatched wisdom in your research.

Alhaitham began the next phase of his project.

Studying the subject.

He thanked his grandmother for the lessons she taught him. All he had to do was clear his mind, and the path to wisdom was unfolding.

___

None of it was wrong.

No sane student at the Akademiya would ever take their exam blindly or be unprepared for a debate. Comprehension and studying are critical components to achieving success. So why set yourself up for failure?

Before asking if you would reciprocate his feelings, he had to know first. So many calculated scenarios were emerging through his mind as he thought of what would happen if he didn't make sure beforehand. He couldn't possibly let himself look like some idiot. He had to find out the exact percentage of success, no matter what it took.

After all, Alhaitham's hands were never the cleanest, even if he did like a cushy life.

That is why he felt no guilt when he asked to walk you home. It was very late at night. You were stargazing again. He just wanted to be useful.

Each step was seared into his mind. Each item of interest you pointed out on the way left him with more questions. Upon reaching your abode, sparks of pride flooded into his veins. He had guessed you lived in this area. You often walked here during mornings and later hours; it was a straightforward conclusion. Nothing special.

A tender smile graced your beautiful face. It was brimming with gratitude.

He ensured you entered safely and locked the door. It was only when all the lights were out did he truly depart, though. He had to see the peaceful expression on your face as you slept.

Once Alhaitham arrived home, he felt conflicted. Reasonably, there was no chance he could ever forget anything from today. Yet humans aren't without their respective flaws, especially involving memory. He didn't dare to ruminate on what may occur if he were to somehow forget even one piece of information you blessed him with. Every tidbit and morsel you fed him was significant in nature.

It was all part of his investigations.

However, he couldn't write such crucial facts in some random notebook. No, no; such things must remain strictly confidential. It was only logical. What if he misplaced it? Or even worse, what if his obnoxious roommate got to it? He rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue.

Summoning an empty knowledge capsule that he had obtained when he was ordered to draft more ordinances for the Sages, Alhaitham flooded it with every bit of data he had on you, from your slumbering form to your mellow smile and contemplative look. It was all there. Safe and sound, ready for him to access at any time.

Before resting, he thought of the way you smelt of orange blossom again.

___

You next met one morning at the Akademiya.

You wore no fragrance today.

Chuckling, you noticed Alhaitham stride towards you impatiently. He was clutching a small, decorative bag. After exchanging simple greetings, he handed it over to you. There was neither a frilly explanation nor a blooming blush on his handsome face. Instead, he had a sharp and clean approach.

"Here, this is for you."

Though not one to express his emotions so as to maintain an unreadable body language, you had picked up on a few of his habits. He seemed eager. It was charming to think about how he grew more casual and open around you. To the untrained eye, one may think he wasn't fond of you at all, but you knew. That realization was enough to keep you on your toes.

One previous evening, the glimmering stars and bygone moon sisters breathlessly spoke of your future. It was challenging to decipher, but you stuck to your beliefs that the stars don't lie, and you were greatly rewarded.

The confirming chill that the divine gales of the night brought to you all spoke of the same fortune.

"There is a man that treasures every bit of you."

Despite sounding like good tidings, a hole in your stomach grew.

It started off as a tiny sapling. You suspected it to be anxiety for upcoming deadlines or the usual fatigue from nights spent stargazing. Something that could easily be brushed off. Yet branches and roots ravaged and wrapped around your organs as you heard the consistent sound of soil crunching beneath one's feet. Be it dawn or dusk, such dreadful mirages pained your spirit.

But with Alhaitham, it stopped. Perhaps it was a side effect of being in love. Being so on edge around him had taken a toll on you. Is this why the Sages warn of pursuing things such as love? You couldn't help but wonder.

Nevertheless, it wasn't an appropriate time to have your heads in the clouds.

You quickly tore off the patterned wrapping paper and grinned. It was exactly what you needed: more jasmine-scented perfume! Just the glass bottle itself was astonishingly exquisite, encrusted with jewels and detailed with gold. You could tell it was expensive.

"I can't take this. This must've cost you a fortune! I really can't accept this. Though I did just run out of mine… You should return it and use the money for something more useful. Besides, I'm fine with using the cheaper one I usually purchase!"

Returning the bottle to the small bag, you tried to give it back to the man standing before you.

Alhaitham hated the way you acted. This was just a quick gift he purchased at the Grand Bazaar. It was nothing. He knew you had run out of your usual exactly the day prior. Alhaitham simply saw an opportunity and decided to strike. Honestly, he only studies what interests him. You should know that by now. Why bother with the inessential?

"Don't be ridiculous.” His eyes narrowed oh-so-slightly. “It was just something I thought you might like. Anyway, keep it. I have no need for such things."

Still lacking confidence, you treaded carefully, "Well…If you say so. I will treasure it by wearing it every day! Thank you, Alhaitham." Inspecting the perfume bottle again, you couldn't help but smile. "It's almost like a miracle that you gifted me this because I just ran out of my usual. I really want to thank you somehow…."

Bullseye.

"Hmm… Is that so? Never mind, we will get to that later." He placed his hand underneath your chin and pulled your face from side to side to inspect you. "You haven't been sleeping well, have you? Your eyebags are much more prominent."

Twinges of insecurity rang through your bones as he examined your appearance. I suppose that's how he shows he cares? Looking down, you played with the strings of the gift bag and tried to awkwardly collect yourself. "Lack of sleep is common for my studies, but I have been a bit more jumpy than usual when I rest, that's all. Perhaps you were right back then…Too much sugar." Your voice grew weaker. "It's nothing, really."

"If it's ‘nothing’ as you claim it to be, then you wouldn't be so distressed. Come on, spit it out." There was no need to sugarcoat things. Many of his former classmates gossip that he is a ruthless robot, but he doesn't mind such statements. To him, it's better to clear things away than regret it later.

Not wanting to look into his eyes, you glanced at the other students in the Akademiya mingling with their like-minded colleagues and friends. Dejectedly, you scratched the back of your neck, then quickly gestured to the door with your head. "Let's talk outside, shall we?"

Sitting under a pavilion, you apologized for the sudden request to head outdoors. Alhaitham remained unfazed. Rigid and cold, silently awaiting a reply.

First, you breathed in, then shakily exhaled before speaking, "Okay, then. I think someone is stalking me. I can't give you a proper explanation as to why, but I just know. It really has left me so scared. I won't lie, the feeling disappears when I'm with you...." With a heated face, you quickly looked to Alhaitham for validation as you poured out your feelings. "But, um, of course! You are an extremely accomplished individual. Anybody would feel better with you since you're the Scribe, after all."

He scoffed, "I think Kaveh would beg to differ about your last statement."

You laughed.

It was simply perfect. He just wanted to caress your face and tell you how good you were being for him. Yes, so good. So naive.

"Let's do an experiment. Why don't you stay at my place for a day or two and see what happens?" He couldn't help but smirk at how you shrunk under his all-knowing stare. "If you don't want to, I can think of another solution. However, I believe we have become quite close, and I'm sure you would enjoy it. Besides, Kaveh is out for a bit. But in the end, it's your choice, of course."

"Well, if you insist…." You took out the perfume bottle and daintily sprayed it on your neck and wrists; you enjoyed how his keen eyes soaked you in. "Thank you for being so kind. You know me so well, Alhaitham."

"Yes, I really do."

___

In Sumeru City, when it rains, it pours.

Streets flood with incinerating kisses and sensual touches intertwined with a rich, floral fragrance.

To many, Alhaitham is known as a lunatic. Such a name fits the man whose mind was devoured by jasmine perfume.

He couldn't get enough.

Every inch of you, he had to learn about. He needed to properly store and encode such mesmerizing information into the recesses of his gluttonous mind.

That intoxicating perfume permeated Alhaitham’s room and desperately held onto disheveled sheets. It was akin to the incense that scholars use to clear their minds and focus their bodies to become one with Irminsul. Yes, it was just like that.

You couldn't help but feel so safe in his arms. The stars really do never lie.

He loved every bit of you.

___

Sunlight peeked through translucent cotton curtains and illuminated the room.

Alhaitham kissed your forehead and greeted you with a simple "Good morning" as you moved his hair from his face and took in his features. The intense perfume still persistently laced through his sheets.

The domesticity of it all, from changing together to preparing breakfast, swelled your heart. It had been quite a while since you were last able to unwind like this.

Alhaitham quickly took notice of your lax movements. Good. You were enjoying yourself as planned. By the time he's done, you won't be able to tell the difference between an innocent Sumeru Rose and a vicious Venus Flytrap.

He looked you up and down again. "How do you feel? Did you sleep okay?"

"Yes, I haven't felt this relaxed for a while. Ever since I joined my Darshan, sleep has become a luxury. It was especially bad when I was first learning the basics because I would have to stay up all night long to study the stars and keep up with other research. At one point, I developed severe insomnia, but I’m fine now. Anyway… Yes, I did sleep well. This is the first time I’ve felt safe in a long while. Thank you, Alhaitham."

He nodded and spoke, "That's good. If we are going to continue this relationship, then maybe in the future we can discuss more complex matters, such as living together more permanently."

Your eyes widened as you took in his statement, but you soon giggled, “A little hasty, aren’t we, Alhaitham?” You poked fun at him. “What about poor Mister Kaveh?”

He rolled his eyes at your teasing.

Then he shrugged and bluntly defended himself, "It's only rational to think about these things, especially with your situation. Besides, I'm only putting them on the table—"

There was a knock at his door.

He noticed your jaw tighten in fear. Alhaitham pulled the strings of the puppet and played along with you. He muttered into your ear to hide from the front door's view just in case.

The Scribe loved the way you obediently followed his orders and trusted so wholeheartedly everything that he said.

When he opened the door, he didn't expect to be greeted by the Grand Sage Azar's assistant: Setaria.

She told him how the Akademiya lost a knowledge capsule about the divine and how the Grand Sage wished for him to gather information on a certain blonde traveler.

A divine knowledge capsule and a heroic traveler from afar. How interesting.

He crossed his arms and unceremoniously spoke, "I'll start my assignment soon." With that, he nodded, closed the door, and went silent again. Annoyance ran through his veins as he was pulled along into the Grand Sage's plot. A peaceful life as the Scribe was all he desired. Was it really that hard for the Akademiya to provide that?

Turning around, the reserved man called for you. Your name rolled off his tongue too well, as if he was made to be the sole person on this forsaken continent to cherish and pronounce it. You carefully popped your head out from behind his bedroom door, the corners of your kissable lips turned down, forming a slight frown.

"Is it all good?"

"Yes, it was just someone from the Akademiya for work. Speaking of, I have a little surprise for us." Alhaitham seemed to look right through you. "Do you want to hear it?" There was an excitement bubbling deep inside of him. Your stomach began to ache as he cloaked himself in mystery.

You felt those hawk eyes analyze you again. "Uh, sure?"

"How would you feel about going to Port Ormos for some academic research?"

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Alhaitham convinced you that it would help your situation. You could see if that uneasy feeling would follow you on your journey to the port.

While the actual job itself is mundane and uneventful, as the Scribe, he receives many benefits. One was being sponsored by the Akademiya to stay in an upscale hotel with many amenities.

Your shared suite had a lovely balcony with a nice view of the sea. Breathing in the refreshing salty air on a balmy day was energizing after being cooped up in such a stifling city of arrogant wisdom. Mere fool's gold.

"If you want to go and explore, I would advise you to remain within the hotel grounds or near places that are guarded or populated in case anything were to happen.

You turned to him. "Thank you for your concern, but I will just stay here. It's a nice room. I'll enjoy the breeze and finish up my papers on the balcony. Perhaps in your free time, we can do something together?"

He thought about it for a second. "I'll see."

You deflated a bit. "Well, when do you think you'll come back?"

"Not anytime soon."

"Oh..."

"Anyway, I should be leaving now." Alhaitham pecked your cheek before heading out.

After unpacking, you began writing rough ideas for your ongoing thesis in your worn-out leather journal. As the clock kept ticking and the hours passed, you grew bored. Small sketches of constellations were sloppily drawn on the side with little notes as you tried to jot down as much information as possible. Becoming distracted, you began to doodle Alhaitham's constellation: Vultur Volans. You wanted to unveil so much more about him. You wanted the stars to guide you in your journey.

Yet just as you were about to finish your little doodle, your pen ran out of ink.

You scribbled a few lines and circles to test it out one last time before throwing it in a nearby trash bin. It was nothing. A simple delay.

Before going inside, you closed your leather journal and placed it on top of the stack of scrap papers so they wouldn't fly away. Going to your side of the bed, you opened your Adhigama wood nightstand and pulled out a few spare pens. However, when you sat down and attempted to use them, they didn't work. It was fine. You just happened to bring a bad batch. That was all.

You knew Alhaitham brought a brand new set with him. It was still in his luggage, though... He was in such a hurry to start his job here in Port Ormos that he had no time to unpack. You always admired his diligence; it's what got him so far so quickly. He was your age, but you were still far behind. Though you couldn't blame him for tuning the world out and focusing just on his studies, he lost so much at such a young age. He was brave to keep looking towards the future despite his parents being gone. Even if he would say, "It was just the most rational thing to do."

Alhaitham is a man with principles rooted in logic. He would understand why you were rummaging through his things. It wasn't an invasion of privacy! You two were a couple now; albeit new, the love was evident already.

You were just going to borrow his pens, anyway.

As you unlocked his luggage and looked for his case of supplies, you stumbled upon two similar containers in appearance and weight. Ugh! Which one was it? I suppose I'll just have to open them both…

Moving your hand towards the zipper, you noticed your hand shake. Perhaps it was just getting cold. You had left the glass balcony door open, only closing the screen. The soft sound of the breeze and smell of sea salt slithered up your spine, invading your ear canals and nostrils.

You placed your fingers on the zipper of the bag on the left. The sound of it unzipping was akin to the rustles of leaves and branches in a dark rainforest. What you found inside was a knowledge capsule.

The pens were in the other bag.

That was all. Alhaitham works under the Grand Sage. Of course you were bound to find certain items only he should be privy to.

Yet why was it calling you like the irresistible knowledge that spills from the ivory, archaic branches of Irminsul? It was most likely empty, anyway, waiting to be filled with the information he would discover in the bustling Port Ormos. Why was the hollow, ravaging feeling in your stomach and heart returning to once again suffocate your organs and dry up your blood into grains of sand?

Your journal was waiting for you. Opening the other bag, you got what you wanted.

His pens.

That was what you came for.

However, the sharp pains and shivers ringing through your body reeled you into the infested desert and the pouring rainforest. A peek wouldn't hurt. Alhaitham would understand, right? He was the one that brought you here, after all, to keep an eye out for your situation.

Yes, he's a man who knows his morals. Besides, how would he even know? It would be alright. He said himself that he wouldn't be coming anytime soon.

As you gripped the green and gold knowledge capsule pulsing and flowing with information, you felt so conflicted. The unease was growing, yet you felt so sure that you were meant to do this. Opposing thoughts contrasted each other like fields of flowers flourishing amidst dunes of lifeless sand. It truly nauseated you.

After establishing a connection with it, you felt it. A flash of memories entered into the recesses of your mind. As if two consciousness were merged together to form one single entity, you felt vines and tendrils weaving through your anatomy. Nearly every bit of knowledge you gained was something you already had experienced. Yet it was from a different perspective. Your face, your body, your studies, your smiles, your slumber, your pens, even your perfume.

It was all there, only from a different angle.

For so long, you saw life from the eyes of a feeble mouse. Now, you could see what it was like to view the world from the perspective of a hungry vulture ready to gobble up its prey. You dropped the canned knowledge. You barely heard the thud it made with the flooring, as it was drowned out by all of the thoughts racing through your mind.

Your eyes scattered to the open glass door with the closed screen. The breeze and saltiness of the sea were still there.

It felt so far.

Running to the balcony, you rushed to lock the glass door and fumbled to close the cotton curtains.

"Didn't anyone teach you to clean up after yourself?"

Alhaitham's voice made everything cold. Sharply turning your head, you faced the man who both tormented your life and made it so beautiful. He came back so soon. Too soon.

"Once the Matra knows about this, you will go to prison, Alhaitham, for what you did to me!" Your hands were shaking as you bunched them into fists and furrowed your eyebrows. Tears were threatening to spill at any moment.

He merely crossed his arms. His precise, uptight composure never faltered. "You think the Matra will do anything to me? I'm the Scribe. The right hand of the Grand Sage." He stepped closer to you. “Did you know there once was a Rtawahist student who was so desperate for sleep that they went to Port Ormos and looked for knowledge capsules to help their studies and cure their insomnia? The Matra were never able to track down the culprit." Alhaitham walked closer to you. "However, I think today, that could change. The usage of canned knowledge to gain an advantage over one’s peers in the Akademiya is strictly against the rules." He was always one step ahead of you.

"Is it not?"

Cupping your face and forcing you to look at his darkening eyes, he stared into you, drinking up the way you brimmed with fear. Just how he liked it. Everything was falling into place as calculated. He whispered into your ear. "Think of this as the 'thank you' you said you would give me that day."

Alhaitham embraced you tightly, taking in the exquisite jasmine perfume he gifted you. Trembling in his arms, you felt so small and helpless. Dreams shattered as you thought of everything that you had learned. The stars and wise moon didn't lie to you that night. There's a man who loves you with all his being. There's a man who knows everything about you.

Seeking what is forbidden will always be the downfall of humanity.

Perhaps ignorance truly is bliss.

Thank you so much for reading!!!

(⺣◡⺣)♡*

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penguinlop · 10 months

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I love you <3

Awww ur too sweet!!! Thank you so much for the message! ♡

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penguinlop · 1 year

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who are ur top 5 fav genshin charas? :D

OOOO honestly this is so hard to answer! I love them all so much loll but I'll have to say,,,,

Zhongli

Dain

Kaeya

Diluc

Albedo

#honestly diluc and kaeya could be tied i love the ragbros too much

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penguinlop · 1 year

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happy new year, Dani!!!!

Happy New Year to you too! I hope this year is full of joy for you and that you get all your heart desires this 2023! (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`) ♡

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Hello. I don't know if you open the request? If yes, can I ask you to eat well and take good care of yourself? I love you, hope you have a good day

This had no right in being so smooth omg

At first, I was like, I'm so sure I said I don't take requests in my pinned post and thought maybe I didn't say that when I thought I did and got worried I accidentally made you confused, but then I read the rest, and I just went ADJJKJDKJDKS

But thank you so much, love!

I hope that your life will be filled with joy every second and that you will take care of yourself too !! You are too precious♡

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Um just checking if you are alright? You have been missing for some time and I'm a bit worried.. I hope you are doing okay, if not then I hope everything gets better. Have a good day!

Honestly, you don't know how much seeing this meant to me. I've never really had someone check up on me before, even irl, so this made me extremely grateful and a bit emotional that some people can be so thoughtful and kind. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much.

Tbh I have been having a bit of a rough time with mental health issues, especially with stuff related to c-ptsd. I kind of just kept spiraling and thinking about my trauma lol. But I have started to write again, and I will try to get back on track with the schedule I really wanted to pursue during summer break because I was so busy during the school year, and it will be a shame to not at least get a few things out!

So while I can't guarantee anything will come out extremely soon, just know that I haven't abandoned them.

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your scara piece (carved from dreams) is one of my favorite scara fics ever !! 😭😭 i remember reading it at 4 am, then crying bc you write angst so good! how dare you make me fall in love with an oc???/j LMAOSKS

just a question?? i was planning to reread it on a03 but it's not on your profile anymore so did u delete it? had me panic for a second but then i remembered your tumblr thank god

Visual depiction of me going to ao3 to check how it got deleted LOL

So good news! It didn't get deleted! Maybe ao3 glitched for you or something? IDK but it's under my yandere compilation called Cupid's Killshot. It is chapter 8 btw!

But anyways,,,,,Thank you so much for the lovely message, and honestly, poor Akihito,,,mans was too pure for Teyvat fr

Welp at least the one and only Scaramouche is gonna be entering in the final/next chapter (which should be out next week for sure if life doesn't keep throwing stuff at me adksdakjkdjad) but he and the reader have a storm coming their way haha

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I got notifications on my ask box, but nothing was there when I checked. I'm not sure if it's just a random glitch, but if you sent me something, feel free to send it again!! I always respond to my messages!

Thanks! ★~(◠‿◕✿)

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Thank you for 450 followers!!!

Hello!!

Sorry I disappeared for a month! I was finishing up stuff for school and got very sick too (っ- ‸ – ς)

Thank you guys so much for 450 followers!

I decided to write a part two to Giving them a Bouquet of Flowers as a thank you because many of you enjoyed that ♡

I hope you guys enjoy!

For anyone wondering, please know that all series will be updated. Unfortunately, all update plans were delayed by a month due to school and sickness, but I hope to get back on track now!

Thank you again (❁´▽`❁)✲ﾟ

Until next time!

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Giving Them a Bouquet of Flowers - part 2

/// Genshin characters included: Kazuha, Itto, Thoma, Venti, Scaramouche, Gorou, Dainsleif, Aether & Baizhu

more characters here!

Summary: You surprise them one day by giving them a lovely bouquet.

warnings: slight angst, spoilers for character stories

Kazuha /// Silk Flowers

Liyue is a land of fortified tranquility. Many aspects of life are different from Inazuma. Perhaps that's a good thing, for the scent of cherry blossoms and the crackling of thunder sometimes only bring tears. As Beidou's helper in the Harbor, you were surprised when you found out she befriended a wanted criminal from Inazuma, but you were even more shocked when you heard the sweet phrases which spilled from such delicate lips. How could a man, which seems to be crafted from autumn winds and clouds, be a fugitive? When this so-called Kazuha solemnly told you his tale, you couldn't help but feel your heartstrings being pulled. So you made it your duty to find a way to introduce him properly to Liyue! While the Inazuman did his best to reassure you that such things aren't necessary, for he's content with whatever is given to him, you hushed him. After two days of making a perfect itinerary, you inquire about his whereabouts to Captain Beidou. She laughs and directs you towards his lodgings. Before you can politely knock on his door, you already hear Kazuha humming and reciting haikus. You think it's best to give him a moment, but suddenly, the door opens from a gust of wind. The Anemo user chuckles and states he can hear your footsteps. Blushing, you ask him if he would like to join you to venture around the Harbor today. Following a quick nod, you two depart for a charming stroll. While passing all the different vendors and restaurants teeming with life, one shop catches your eye; a florist selling Silk Flowers. They are quite expensive due to their value in the silk market, but they are often gifted on special occasions. While your wallet may sulk later, you figure this is indeed a celebration. Kazuha, your new friend, is finally out of Inazuma and in the Land of Contracts! Though you will admit more affectionate terms to describe the man intrusively lurk into your mind causing you to stammer and heat up. Nevertheless, you instruct Kazuha to go to a food stall to get cheap, delicious snacks. Holding bamboo skewers of Grilled Tiger Fish, he patiently whistles a tune taught to him by the Crux. The sound of a door chime breaks him out of his stupor. He sees you shyly smiling and holding something behind your back. Suddenly, you beam and say, "surprise!" Kazuha's eyes widen when he sees a bouquet of Silk Flowers. As the heir of a clan that has fallen from grace, he understands how expensive they are and tries to tell you that you didn't have to do all of that, but you shoo away any negativity. After finishing your meal, you two have a long, profound conversation about your lives. Kazuha tells anecdotes from his past that are heavy with grief. You instead opt for a brighter tune telling him all about your happy times in Liyue, hoping to encourage him to stay here with you. You hope it works.

“A bustling harbor full of joyous life certainly contrasts what I am used to while at sea or during my time in the Land of Eternity. Being with you is akin to fine wine and sweet melodies. While my family’s lavish fortune has vanished and my friend too has met his end, your bouquet has reminded me of such things. When the moon is high, and the sun bellows a farewell, I hope you and I can chat once more, only this time I hope to give you something in return. I shall ponder about our next date, for the time being, my sweet Silk Flower.”

Itto /// Sakura Bloom

Itto is a gentle giant who adores spending his afternoons playing with the energetic children of Hanamizaka. However, what he loves even more is spending time with you. For many days, you pondered about what would be a memorable gift for him. You wanted to showcase how much he fills your life with utter joy. Then, a light bulb flashed over your head, and you struck gold! It was one balmy summer day when you surprised the oni. You hid in an alley in Inazuma City near where he was sitting on a wooden bench. He was hyping up his little Onikabuto friend for its next daring match. You swiftly sprinted out, dumping a large bag of Sakura Bloom over his head. Pink petals billowed in the air and fell all over, coating the area with blush-colored affection. They contrasted nicely with his white hair and married too well with his red horns. He was rather alarmed at first and clutched the beetle close to his chest to shield his friend from any harm. But as soon as he saw your giddy form, any confusion fled, and he placed the Onikabuto on the bench to pick you up, twirling you in the air. The booming laughter he let out was far too infectious. All eyes were on you two. Perhaps he loved the attention a tad too much, for when he set you down, he puffed his chest before becoming a bit sheepish when you told him it's a gift for everything. While acknowledging it wasn't a proper bouquet, you weren't sure how to arrange the Sakura Bloom, so you figured this would be a fun "thank you." After you departed from the scene, Itto went to his gang to show off all the petals covering his body. The little trail of petals boosted the oni's ego. However, Itto couldn't help but feel a tad vulnerable. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew it had to do with the fact he couldn't stop smiling and his face constantly heated up. No one was surprised when a question appeared a week later in Ms. Hina's advice column of the "That's Life" magazine.

"Ms. Hina, I have the most awesome friend! And when I mean awesome, I mean amazing! They even gave me some Sakura Blooms. They are so cool. Anyways…Since they gave me that, my heart seems to hurt whenever I'm without them. What should I do? I went to my doc, and he said I'm fine, but I don't want them to be with me if I'm sick! And it's not manly at all being unhealthy. So, Ms. Hina, what should I do?"

Thoma /// Windwheel Asters

As a child of the wind whose home now rests in the land of eternal serenity, Thoma understands what it's like to be homesick. You notice that distant gaze and sigh. It compels you to watch the man with a positive temperament. As someone who works under the Yashiro Commission, you have been to the Kamisato Estate a handful of times. Each visit is met with unmatched glee. The Kamisato housekeeper Thoma never fails to make you smile. He once even knitted you a sweater when he saw you shivering one winter day! Truly the blond is someone blessed with a kind heart, so it didn't take much for you two to grow close. That's merely how he is. The man reels everyone in with his affection. After some thought, you realize perhaps you have been too reserved with your gratitude towards him. Thoma gives you a present nearly every day; it's high time you show him some love too. Following some careful consideration, you decide to give him a Mondstadt specialty. With the Sakukou Decree just abolished, importing things from abroad is much easier. Rubbing your hands together excitedly, you beam at the thought of your order arriving any day. When the day comes, you have to be extra careful not to run into a certain familiar face in Ritou. As Inazuma's fixer-upper, he has those gorgeous green eyes everywhere like an inquisitive phantom. Receiving his gift and darting straight home, you unbox the small package and look at the tiny bag inside. Windwheel Aster seeds. As if they are Thoma themselves, you tend to them so gently, watching as they flourish. Prior to the special day, you invite the Kamisato housekeeper over. Just the request makes him bubble with joy. Oh, how his smile makes your heart swell twice its size! When the day arrives, you hear three knocks on your door at around noon, and you swing the door open. Dango and tea are offered to welcome him in. You two talk for a bit before you scurry away and instruct him to close his eyes. Thoma chuckles at your childish behavior but feels himself also becoming eager. He feels bad because the minute you bring the bouquet right up near his face, he already knows what it is. That fragrant scent of childhood freedom never leaves his mind; Windwheels Asters, a flower that filled his days in Mondstadt. Yet, for you, he will feign his surprise because he loves it. Thoma may have to hold back his tears because he never thought someone would go out of their way to bring them to Inazuma. He can't stop gripping the bouquet wishing this incredible gift would last forever. You notice his breathless laugh. Perhaps Inazuma's concept of eternity has rubbed off on him too much. Before he can depart back to the Kamisato Estate, you give him the remainder of the seeds, hug him tightly, and kiss his cheek. His body stiffens, and his face flushes, becoming warmer than the pyro vision resting on his hip.

“Hey! Thanks for the flowers, pumpkin! You’re always so kind to me. We should hang out again one day at Ritou or hmmm I know a good place for a quick meal. I’m not picky, so the choice is all yours, though I do have discounts for a few places. Huh? What did you say? Sorry didn’t catch ya. Oh, you wanna hear more about my childhood in Mondstadt when we go out? Well…It’s a bit embarrassing, but I’ll tell you a bit right now. How do I put it…Mondstadt is a place that’s sweet, while Inazuma is serene. Maybe you and I can travel back to my homeland one day and see for ourselves. First-hand experience is always the best after all!”

Venti /// Cecilias

Mondstadt's favorite bard is someone you consider close to your heart. He never fails to cheer you up, whether it be his jokes or by offering you tender advice through the most melodious tune. You two trust each other so much he even unveiled his secret to you. To be quite frank, you weren't that surprised, for you could sense all the archaic power running deep in his heavenly soul. Nevertheless, the truth didn't change anything between you two, perpetually stuck to each other's hip. As a testament to how much you care for Venti, you venture off to Starsnatch Cliff one day with a wicker basket and gather enough Cecilias to arrange a lovely bouquet. You thought Dandelions might do the trick, but you changed your mind when you remembered he wears a Cecilia on his head. One day you enthusiastically tell him to meet you at Windrise because you have a little present for him. The way his face lit up made all the preparations worthwhile. He has to love it! You skip over to him and pull out the charming bouquet when you see him approaching the grand tree. Venti happily uses his powers to lift you and him up in the air and hug you as the wind current carries you two a few feet above. It's as if in those moments, your hearts entwine and euphoria settles in. Is this what bliss feels like? Giggle permeates as you two settle down on a nearby branch, swinging your feet. You figured the felicity would remain due to his elated reaction, but each time Venti stares at the bouquet, you notice those round eyes droop with sadness. When you ask him about it, the god sighs and pulls out his lyre. He sings about the story of his past. Mondstadt used to worship both the God of Winds and the God of Time, but their people forgot her. He glumly rhymes about the times when she cared for him, helped him foster his powers, and cultivated Cecilias with him. She was every moment of happiness and every moment of anguish. After he puts his lyre away, Venti solemnly chuckles, "I suppose even time wasn't kind to beloved Istaroth." All you can do is place his head on your lap and caress the face of the lamenting divinity. It is now your chance to sing to him. Whether your voice is good or bad, shaky or stable, Venti won't care because he only hears the dulcet tones of the one who cares for him with all their being.

"Hmm…Just as Cecilias bloom when the harsh gales of the Land of Freedom nestle them, so too do the seeds of stories brought by the wind become nurtured by time. I hope that our memories will be carried by the breeze and become legends—the tales of a mere wind spirit and a kind human. But our stories will be even better if you give me an apple and some wine next time! Hehe. Until next time my dove!"

Scaramouche /// Sakura Bloom

While you can't dump a bunch of petals all over him as you did for Itto, if you don't want to face the Harbinger's wrath, you can try other ways, and the one you decided on is placing the petals in a heart-shaped jar with a cork top. You recall you purchased it at an antique store near the center of Snezhnaya's capital. Truly it is a quaint and dainty gift that he can place on his lacquer desk or in his grand bedroom. You think it's quite sweet. However, fast forward to Scaramouche's reaction. He is far from pleased. A sour frown and furrowed eyebrows say it all. You were so sure he would act decent. Perhaps him being delighted is still a pipe dream. You were so sure basic manners would be displayed. At least for you… He was never the best at keeping his emotions at bay, but the Balladeer has a blatant soft spot for you that you certainly like to poke at. To be honest, you aren't sure why he is overtly irate, for you have given him a plethora of things in the past and the man more or less dismissed you quickly but reluctantly placed the presents on a shelf in his office or estate. Why must today paint a different tale? With a quick snap of his fingers, Scaramouche calls his Fatui attendants to take you away. You attempt to reason with him but to no avail. The distressed puppet harshly silences you. A whimper nearly falls from your lips. When you leave, Scaramouche intensely grips the glass jar, already fair fingers paling from his hatred. His lavender eyes stare at the heart shape. Thoughts of his past in Inazuma of being neither divine nor mortal and wandering around as an eccentric race in his mind; Kunikuzushi ruminates about the origins of his peculiar creation. He was made to be a vessel, his heart was to be Raiden Ei's gnosis, but he failed his only test by shedding tears. The celestial powers of the gnosis were far too wicked for his pure form. Ei felt too much guilt to discard her prototype, so she cast slumber upon him, sealed his powers, and hid him away in a forsaken pavilion. Yet he managed to awaken and was found, but even then, tragedy followed him. The friends he made perished all too quickly, and he was then found by the Fatui. Kunikuzushi understands that you aren't aware of his past, but the utmost resentment he has for himself for the constant emptiness in his chest consumes him. He loathes when you try to hug him. He fears you will notice his obvious lack of a heartbeat. Scaramouche aggressively throws the jar to the floor. The petals and shards remind him of thunder and lightning. Beautiful yet deadly. While he may deny it, Scaramouche feels dashes of guilt, for you are the only person who has been patient enough with him; even the Tsaritsa herself can't help but commend you. In a few days, you may find your house filled with extravagant delicacies and flowers from Inazuma. You smile because you know deep down he is grateful after all. Eternity is cruel. That's the lesson he learned the second he was introduced to this world. However, maybe if Kunikuzushi spends it with you, it won't be too bad.

“Don’t waste my time like that again. I have no need for such idle affection and chit-chat…Excuse me? You said you want to give me more? Fine. But don’t expect me to show any gratitude. Ha, I have no use for such stupid mortal things. I thought I told you or were you not listening? I was, and I am, nothing more than a vagrant from Inazuma. End of story.”

Gorou /// Dendrobiums

warnings: mentions of war & death

Only a few months after the Civil War, you decide to visit Yashiori Island. While you didn’t fight on the battlefield, you tried your best to help the Sangonomiya forces out with the more mundane tasks. You admired their valiant fight against the Shogunate, yet war is always catastrophic for both sides. The numerous casualties were horrific. So, now you try to do your part once more by aiding with the frustrating aftermath. When arriving at Yashiori, you delicately pluck several beautiful crimson dendrobiums. At each memorial, you place a flower and hope the future will be brimming with prosperity. Why must things be so fleeting? You think back to a book about Inazuma’s flora as you lament. Dendrobiums flourish where blood is spilled. It’s as if their feeble hearts soak up the grief and bloom vibrantly as a reminder to those who lost their lives. A yellow butterfly gracefully flies by. It reminds you of a certain man, and you giggle, thinking about how he had to force himself not to touch a frail butterfly one time. When you return to Watatsumi Island, you decide to tie the leftover dendrobiums into a bouquet and give them to someone close who truly deserves it. Your favorite general, Gorou. You haven’t had the time to properly communicate with him since the Vision Hunt Decree was abolished due to his duties regarding the peace talks with Narukami; however, you truly desire to give him something for everything he has had to endure. You shudder just thinking about the weight on his shoulders. The moon whispers a hello as you approach the man, the charming bouquet hidden behind your back. You have to stifle a chuckle with your fist when you see his tail wag and ears twitch. Sheepishly you hand him over the gift and tell him that he must take care of himself. Gorou blushes in disbelief as he sees your loving expression. Still, he whispers a “thank you” before you two say goodbye. Finally, when the general returns home, he stares at the dendrobiums and simply cries. Memories of all he has lost flood. He believes he should be fine. Watatsumi won, after all! Yet perhaps you are right...He does need time to heal. In a black journal given to him by the Divine Priestess, the general scribbles down notes that only he will ever see. One of them is underlined three times and highlighted. Make sure to spend more time with them. Filled with too many emotions, the man stays up the whole night planning out special things to say to you instead of resting as you tell him to.

"I really do appreciate the bouquet you gave me. You supported our efforts so much. Your kindness aided in boosting our morale considerably! *sigh* I know I should think positively and value the comrades that are still with me, but I do wonder what a different future would look like. But just know if a conflict with Narukami breaks out again, I will fight for Watatsumi and all the ambitions I carry with me! I have a duty to protect every bit of camaraderie and protect the lives I especially care about, like you, that I will make sure. Also, I would like to strengthen our bond so let's ask each other some questions. Huh? Wait, you want to know more about Ms. Hina? Who told you about that!"

Dainsleif /// Inteyvats

As a member of the Adventurer's Guild, you come across several oddities. After you fight with an Abyss Mage in a domain in Liyue, they leave behind a bouquet. Following further inspection, you realize the petals are hardened. Truly a strange phenomenon. As you caress them, you can't help but think the flowers are more akin to rock or bone. You feel a wave of familiarity come over you. You aren't sure why but they remind you of Dainsleif. Mystery follows the man like ducklings to their mother. Upon further thinking, you giggle at your own thoughts and imagine the stoic man being followed by such tiny creatures. Anyways, with some consideration, you decide to give them to him as a token of some sort. Perhaps it can help him in his fight against the Abyss Order? There is only one dilemma, though…the blond is forever on the run, chasing Heralds and Lectors, so it's not often you see him. So, keeping that in mind, you decide to save them in a safe place. Every day you inspect them and see if their texture alters at all. These flowers are so unique! However, you can't help but groan and sigh, for they puzzle you too much. Internal whines and pleas of Dainsleif! Come back to me, bounce in your mind. It seems as if the knight in shining armor heard your woeful wishes. One day you spot Dainsleif and run up to him, giving him the mysterious bouquet. You figured he would say "thank you" and state he must continue tailgating those pesky Heralds. Still, you didn't expect to witness sorrow in his eyes already saturated with wretched misery. The Bough Keeper is silent for some time. The Twilight Sword senses your stare and politely apologizes. He then questions where you found these. You merely summarize your adventures. A nod is all that is given in return. Dainsleif is enigmatic in nature, but this is too much for your heart. That subtle edge of anguish. You ask him what's wrong, and he reluctantly tells you the truth. These flowers are known as Inteyvats; they bloom only in Khaenri'ah. If Inteyats are plucked and taken away from their homeland, the haven of humanity, they harden until they return. That's all the man tells you before muttering he must depart and continue his fight against the Abyss. The guilt creeps up his spine when he sees your face riddled with regret. You are far too precious for this cruel world. He wishes to keep you with him forever, for he fears his already jaded spirit will harden even more if you leave him, but alas, time is his greatest enemy. With your lifespan, he knows the ultimate outcome.

“My war against the gods and Abyss Order is the immortal curse placed upon me 500 years ago. I understand more than anyone else the sorrow of losing everything to those who covet and rule the thrones in the skies. Perhaps if fate is merciful to me, I hope to show you the vast sea of white cultivated by those who dreamt of dreaming. But for now, I will treasure the time I spend with you. That is something I dare not to overlook, my dear.”

Aether /// Inteyvats

Aether is a brave man who saved you from a tribe of Hilichurls while he was out and about completing a daily commission. After escaping by the skin of your teeth, you shower the blond with vast compliments and gratitude. However, that wasn’t the end of your encounter. As a fellow adventurer, you boldly ask if you guys would like to team up. You heard a plethora of his fascinating feats and figured, why let this opportunity slide by? A chance of a lifetime is in front of you! He surprisingly looks to his floating companion, and they both shrug and nod. The smile that curls on your face when he agrees is something Aether could never forget. Never in your wildest dreams would you think Teyvat’s hero would grow so fond of you. He truly enjoys his time with you. Unveiling mystery after mystery in this world shrouded in terror is exhausting for him, but you show him that there is always something to enjoy. Whether sitting against a tranquil Cuihua Tree, eating Sunsettias, or making a flower crown out of Sweet Flowers, Aether will definitely take his kamera out more often to cherish these moments forever. When night caresses your face and you succumb to slumber, this is when he will pull out all the photos and admire them. He knows that you two may part ways one day, so he wants to make sure he has proof of your existence—the little adventurer who made his journey much more pleasing. After visiting the seven nations of Teyvat, you and the Traveler arrive at the coveted kingdom. A place where the stars of the real heavens shine, Khaenri’ah. Aether thought it would end here. That this would hold the key to finding his sister, yet it only became a gateway to another labyrinth of deceit. Perhaps he must fight against Celestia itself to reach the final chapter. The weariness and anger in his eyes sicken you. He has suffered so much. Why must this cruel world continue to taunt him? Before you can both leave the forsaken kingdom overflowing with sorrow, you pick a few Inteyvats and give them to him. You tell the blond that this will be a reminder that he will reunite with Lumine and will defeat the corrupt Sustainer guarding this world. The heroic traveler can’t help but sigh at yet another obstacle. However, deep inside, he knows there is a twinge of relief because he doesn’t believe he’s ready to part with you just yet.

“The journey that has been placed on my sister and me is far from over, yet I’m glad that you have been with me. I can only hope that somehow I can find a way for you to forever remain in the stars and in my heart.”

Baizhu /// Dandelions

As an herbalist from Bubu Pharmacy, you have seen your fair share of flowers and plants used for medicinal purposes. You often venture into Liyue’s vast forest of mountains with your adorable helper Qiqi to find Violetgrass and Qingxin galore. It’s your duty to sort through them in order to cater to each prescription. You help out with the more tedious and tiring jobs at the pharmacy, for Baizhu’s constitution is far inferior to yours, even if he is the head doctor. Nevertheless, you value his knowledge and care immensely; he has aided many citizens of Liyue, from Tianquan Ningguang to Chef Mao. While mysterious and often peculiar, as you hear rumors that he yearns for eternal life, you appreciate all he has done. However, you understand that due to his health and job, he is unable to travel outside of Liyue for any vacations. So, you decide to bring some of the fun to him. On a day off when the wind is breezy and the sun is out, you travel to Stone Gate, the border between Liyue and Mondstadt, and pick a myriad of dainty Dandelions. Tenderly, you pack them away. Before making your way to Bubu Pharmacy, you tie them together with a green silk ribbon. After you recheck the ribbon’s pretty bow and his timetable, you nervously approach the man with glasses and green hair and apprehensively hand him the simple bouquet of Dandelions. It’s not much, you are well aware of that, but you certainly hope he sees the thought put into it. Fumbling and quickly trying to recall the meaning behind them, you tell the Dendro user that it’s something along the lines of how you are supposed to place your wishes into the Dandelions and blow at them. Baizhu laughs at your restlessness and does as you tell him to. He shuts his eyes, breathes in, and blows, trying his best to send his secretive dreams to the little flowers. However, he soon violently coughs, and you rush to be by his side. Changsheng, resting on his shoulders, declares that you are all too quick to react and that he is fine. Baizhu grins and pats your head before playfully hushing Changsheng and stating he must head back. When alone, Baizhu coughs once more and sighs. He dreams of eternal life with you forever by his side. A mirage of daydreams clouds his vision. Why must his aspirations be so utterly far away? Like an oasis amidst a sea of scorching sand.

“Why, of course, I love your gift! Mondstadt has many herbs and flowers that are simply wonderful. I admire the City of Freedom’s pastoral landscape and fresh air. I am quite used to being surrounded by baskets of Qingxin and medicinal things alike from Liyue, so this was truly splendid. I am much obliged to you, darling.”

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Thanks for reading! (UᵔᴥᵔU)

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penguinlop · 2 years

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/// spoilers for the last 2.6 event quest: the palace, dyed in black

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Imagine a Romeo and Juliet inspired au where the reader is a Kaedehara in love with a mysterious man named Kunikuzushi. You two love each other so much, but Scaramouche understands the deception he committed against the Raiden Gokaden and your family, so he does his best to desperately gather any remaining evidence to shield you from the harsh truth. However, as revealed in the last event quest, the Harbinger couldn’t find anything in the Kaedehara belongings stored in the warehouse. So, by the time he wants to explain his side of the story, it’s too late, and your brother Kazuha tells you everything.

This leads to utter chaos, with everything ending sorrowfully, just as the original tragedy of Romeo and Juliet does.

#genshin impact #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche imagines

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penguinlop · 2 years

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I translated your fanfiction (bouquet of marigolds) to other language, hope you wouldn’t mind? Of course I put your name and link to your fanfiction in the description.

Hi!

Nope, I do not mind at all. All you need to do is make sure you credit me like you said you will, and that's about it!

Thank you so much! 💕 I never imagined any of my works would ever get translated lol the thought never even crossed my mind, so this was very surprising to see.

Thanks for asking. That was kind of you （＾∇＾）

I hope you have a fantastic day/night!

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Hello! I followed you from a3o and I just want to let you know that I really love the stories you had written! Your writing style makes them so enchanting and very enjoyable!(and very emotional, I cried over Craved from Dreams- It's now my favorite fanfiction and the best I have ever read) I am not native English and struggled a bit to understand some sentence but it kinda lets me know how much I still have to learn. Please keep it up and I hope you have a good day!!

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Yandere Scaramouche x Reader

/// Last Meal

Summary:

As a puppet, Scaramouche doesn’t eat. Nevertheless, this never stopped him from making each meal a nightmare for you.

warnings: implied not sfw content, yandere themes, unhealthy dynamics, forced feeding

Dolls can’t eat.

With porcelain limbs and glass eyes, they simply stare. They are nothing more than a marionette for delirious fantasies and fleeting delights. The slice of chiffon cake cut by a child for their tea party won’t be consumed; it will stale and rot just as myopic innocence does. But, perhaps, playtime never truly ends. The heated escaping from reality still remains even as sheets ruffle and hearts eloquently intertwine. At least that’s what it felt like with him.

You gave your toys away long ago. Yet it seems one remained amidst all the forgotten joy.

As adventurers, your parents loved to travel. Wanderlust was their drug. They injected it into you each time they returned with a shining souvenir. However, you never remembered them giving you a doll from Inazuma with fair skin, lavender eyes, and sleek hair. Nevertheless, memories tend to fail like crystalline bubbles bursting after time.

You froze.

There it was again. The violent tug of a string. The turning of a disk.

“Servants. Prepare them for dinner.”

You hated that privileged voice laced with condescension and perpetual authority.

“Make haste. I have a special dish planned for this evening. Everything must be perfect. Do you hear me clearly!”

The shoji doors of your room opened all too quickly. Two maids dressed in violet kimonos walked in. They cruelly snatched your wrists and tugged at your arms to drag you to the master bathroom. Nails dug into your scalp whilst they skinned you and washed you in boiling water. Soon, they seasoned you with perfume and rouge before coating you in an intricate silk kimono. Scrutinizing eyes examined you before nodding and serving you on a silver platter.

After being delivered, you carefully sat down on the tatami, making sure not to ruin your dolled-up appearance. There was nothing yet on the chabudai table. Usually, by now, the food would have been ready. Kunikuzushi isn’t the most patient man. Blood nearly spilled from your bitten lip as scorching curiosity festered.

What was taking so long?

The Balladeer’s eyes lit up dangerously as he saw the chefs enter the room. The dish was hidden by a stainless steel cover. He smirked, “Close your eyes.”

You did as you were told. You knew he wouldn’t shut his. He loved to soak up every bit of his joy ride.

Clank. Click. Thump.

The plates met wood. The ice moved in each glass. The liquid sloshed as the chefs poured your drinks. You tried to smell what was being served, but oddly there was nothing. No aroma. No fragrance. No stench.

What was it?

The final sound of the metallic cover leaving the ceramic plate brought shivers.

“Open your eyes, my dear.” Someone pulled the doll’s string.

Your heart dropped.

The first thing you felt was his stare. It was brimming with untold secrets of antipathy and wandering eccentricities.

Lavender eyes oozed with heavenly pleasures as you gawked at the thinly cut fragments of translucent death. Each delicate piece of toxic flesh was arranged into an elegant chrysanthemum. You looked back to your lover and shuddered at the similarities.

You heard it again. The sound of porcelain joints moving.

“Oh, don’t be like that now. I thought this could be my time to show you my culture. This is a delicacy, after all. Fugu sashimi.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, my love. I’m sure it’s lovely. But, unfortunately, I’m not that hungry.”

He sharply tilted his head and seethed, “Don’t give me that. I know you haven’t eaten yet.”

You held your breath as he continued the ruthless butchering. You could never escape his eternal gaze. It was engraved in every servant in the estate.

“I’m a Harbinger, not some run-of-the-mill soldier. It’s safe. Now, eat it. Or are you going to continue embarrassing the work my chefs I imported from Inazuma, just for you, have prepared? Are you aware they train for years to make this dish?”

You shakily picked up the ornate chopsticks, struggling to hold them correctly.

“I-I’m not very adept at using these. Maybe you can teach me another day?” The humiliating cracks in your voice, like splattering raindrops, didn’t help your pathetic case.

Scaramouche never did once shut his eyes as he contoured a sickly wry smile, “Fine. Have it your way.”

Why must your heart whine so hopefully? The man crafted from sorrow and transient love could never be so tender. Lightning is quick and merciless. A guillotine of vengeance decapitating doting ambitions. Thunder is compelling and ostentatious. Similar to his signature kasa, bedecked with grim veils and chimes. Those who hear the melody know what is to come.

“Use your hands then.”

“W-What?”

He stood up. Straightening his posture. Each object in the dining room bore witness to his everlasting reign of terror. Kunikuzushi scoffed, rolling those blank glass eyes, “Or are you too stupid to use them too. Eat it before I force it down your throat.” He made his way towards you.

This time you heard a golden key enter his back. The screeching noise clawed at your senses as he was winded up.

Your head remained still. Looking at the dish. Perhaps if you weren’t with the Harbinger, you could enjoy it but just as Teyvat looms with wicked deception, so too does his mind cloud with poisonous delusions.

Everything stopped.

The hairs on your skin stood as his electrifying breath met your sweaty neck. Tying you down. Bargaining with you to succumb to familiar, mouthwatering touches.

You didn’t move.

Overflowing with annoyance, he snatched your chopsticks and plucked a single petal from the ghastly chrysanthemum. You tried to swallow your own saliva, but your throat closed up as the poisonous delicacy neared. With nimble fair hands, he gently lifted up your chin from your downward fixated gaze. You saw his gorgeous lavender eyes; you shifted your eyes lower. He smiled so lovingly.

It was so beautiful, so new, so ephemeral. You gasped.

In that brief moment of devotion, he hastily shoved the sashimi into your mouth. You wanted to cry, spit it out, and run away, but he forcibly held your jaw and cheeks, clamping your mouth shut. The smile was long gone by the time you were forced to swallow. Eyes bulged and rounded when you were let go. You vigorously coughed and looked at his handsome blissed-out face as you rubbed your face to ease the swelling pain.

“Now, that wasn’t so bad.”

Tears yearned to spill. You felt it all. The tingling around your mouth. The lack of breathing. The nausea. The lightheadedness. Doomsday was coming. You were sure. The Harbinger only desired to gain more, to shatter the sinful hall of mirrors distorting Teyvat. Every pawn had its expiration date. Even you. The neurotoxins must be slaughtering every quaint daydream and executing each whimper of wishful departure from this labyrinth of an estate.

You frightfully convulsed, gripping the chabudai as your vision blurred and chest heaved. Kunizushui exasperatedly sighed, looking at the ticking hour and minute hand on the clock but reluctantly held you in his arms as you lost your strength. Feeble eyes darted all around, avoiding the graceful flower on the wooden table, missing a dainty petal.

“I knew humans were pitiful beings, but I never imagined it would be this bad. It’s been an hour. You’re fine. If I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t have spent all that money.” he clicked his tongue.

You jolted at his sinister reasoning and the realization of how much time had passed.

The Inazuman being neither divine nor mortal, loosened your kimono, caressing your face and body, cradling you in his porcelain arms. His incessant lavender eyes still observed your form riddled with paranoia.

“My dear, let’s eat. You must be starving.”

One by one, Scaramouche carefully picked each petal of flesh from the chrysanthemum and placed it in your mouth, and watched as you sobbed and unwillingly chewed.

He loves me.

He loves me not.

He—

Thanks for reading!! (๑‵●‿●‵๑)

If you are confused, fugu sashimi (pufferfish sashimi) is a highly poisonous Japanese dish (usually shaped as a chrysanthemum) that only chefs who have trained for many years and have taken a test are allowed to serve due to its potency, which is about 1200 times stronger than cyanide.

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