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dkniade · 1 year

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From One Star to Another

Characters: Albedo and Kaeya (mentions Diluc, Jean, and Lisa)

Genre: neutral, maybe slight hurt/comfort near the end?

Warnings: brief mentions of alcohol, drinking, explosives, and implied death ideation

Comment: Happy birthday, Kaeya. Many people care for you, you know. I wrote this before I read his birthday mail, so I made some references to previous years’ mails and illustrations instead. It was also an exercise on writing descriptions and playing with an epistolary format, which was fun. It's also vaguely inspired by the KaeBedo fic “Cascading (In a good way)” by Hubbleablubble on AO3.

Captain Kaeya

Rank: Cavalry Captain

Position: [Insufficient Information]

Entry 1: Reconnaissance — Reputation

Captain Kaeya is not often found in his office at the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. One has to wonder why the Acting Grandmaster holds him in high esteem. But knowing that it was no doubt Grandmaster Varka who screened him, there may be more to this man than he lets on. The differences between Grandmaster Varka’s and Acting Grandmaster Jean’s methodology is not a major factor in how Captain Kaeya contributes to the Knights of Favonius.

I shall observe him more in detail during the next Knights of Favonius captain meetings.

Entry 2: Reconnaissance — Appearance

At a glance, Captain Kaeya’s outfit is extremely extravagant, rivalling the likes of Captain Eula’s, making his silhouette stand out against the rest of the captains. He carries himself in a way more lax than what one might expect from a knight, but the state of locations where he’s sighted suggest more combative activities. Occasionally, the streets of Mondstadt would have trails of Cryo elemental particles and scratch marks typical of knives used by treasure hoarders.

The asymmetry present in his outfit is also a curious one. The feather boa no doubt hinders the peripheral vision in his right eye, yet instead of styling his hair to ease him of this problem, he covers his eye by means of an eyepatch. This excessive attempt to divert attention from his right eye only attracts attention to it further. No doubt a deliberate attempt to hide something… for whatever the reason.

His left eye, however, has the star shape present in the rest of his outfit, just as—

Oh.

Oh dear archons.

Entry 3: Combat — Nature in Combative Methodology

Despite Captain Kaeya’s seemingly flamboyant appearance, his true nature can be glimpsed in the extensive data gathered in his reports.

Notably, he does not share explicit detail in his methodology, but the hints of alcohol and frost on his being as well as elemental particles typically found in explosives used by treasure hoarders suggest an… unorthodox method in obtaining information.

Despite his official position as Cavalry Captain, a better description of his position in the Knights would be… intelligence.

It would be helpful to observe him up-close due to his reluctance to disclose personal information, though I have an idea as to why that is so…

Entry 4: Disruption — Observer-Observed Relationship

He has noticed my activities.

He has also asked me to refer to him as simply Kaeya (a curious request).

“No need to stick to formalities so much. Don’t you think we know each other well enough by now?” was what he said.

I have simply conducted observations on his outfit, behaviour, and elemental traces, and formed some hypotheses, nothing more.

However, once the observer-observed relationship has become mutual, things are bound to be more difficult, particularly due to his nature. He has started pestering me about my notes, which confirms my hypotheses of his methodology when obtaining intelligence.

“My, the talented Albedo has chosen to write a report on me? How flattering.”

I’m treated as a plaything, another target of subtle interrogation.

To be under his scope rouses an… uncomfortable feeling. I have not felt so intimidated ever since Master had…

In any case, Captain Kaeya has shown extreme curiosity in the extent of my observations. He has intruded on my personal space multiple times, and as I am observing him, it feels as though he has been watching me just as much, if not more.

I will end this entry here, in case Kaeya finds out.

Entry 5: Preferences — Flora and Fauna

I am forced out of my objective state of observation and have started conversing with him.

Captain Kaeya does not share explicit detail in personal matters despite his seemingly flourishing social life, yet he seems amused at my attempts to converse with him. Interference in observation would not yield genuine results, and it is imperative to let the subject behave in a manner most natural to him. However…

I do not wish for him to be alone on his birthday.

I have learned that his birthday is on November 30th, after exchanging letters with Master Diluc. In addition, I have also learned that his favourite animal is an owl native to Dragonspine, and his favourite flower is the calla lily.

But why the calla lily…?

It grows near Mondstadt’s waters and can be easily found around the river near the Dawn Winery. It also has antidotal properties along with a calming effect, which—

I see.

He does often utilize dangerous modes of interrogation and operation.

He seems to me… anxious, at times. Though his expression never strays from amiability, his body language has betrayed him multiple times.

And while I have discovered early on that he has a preference for alcohol, namely a variation of dandelion wine known as Death After Noon, his drinking habits will only ruin his body. A bottle would not make a suitable gift.

I have an idea as to what would, however.

To the Kreideprinz

Today I encountered a rather… interesting situation, shall we say? The Acting Grandmaster has given me the day off for my birthday, yet Lisa specifically told me to head to Dragonspine after giving me a single training glove. A rather peculiar gift, no? Yet to my surprise, as I strolled along the snow-covered path, a white owl carrying a bouquet flew in my direction and landed on my arm.

Not just any bouquet— a bouquet of calla lilies, cecilias, and small lamp grasses.

What a coincidence that I saw Sucrose experimenting with growing large cecilias with a familiar star mark on them the past weeks. And I do believe I saw a certain white figure near the Dawn Winery recently?

You flatter me too much, Albedo.

What’s more, the owl landed in the exact same fashion as Diluc’s falcon. Was including the small lamp grasses in the bouquet his condition for helping you with this little show? He’s indirect as always, I see. How comforting.

Still, to think that you’ve taken your time with such an extensive report on me of all people… Quite perceptive that you’ve picked up on my eyepatch by the second entry, though I’m afraid you’re wrong about me hiding something beneath it. But don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.

As for that fifth entry, what a shame that you didn’t send a bottle of Death After Noon while you clearly know that’s what I want! You think I’m anxious? With my line of work? I’d say you need to practise more on observing people.

…

From one star to another—

Did you know that calla lilies symbolize holiness?

Quite the mixed message there, Albedo.

In any case, a bouquet like this is quite the gift. Are you up for a little rendezvous at your camp this evening? I do have some time on my hands after I finish dinner at the Dawn Winery, and since you have so many sketches of flowers in this notebook of yours, I gather that you’ve an interest in them.

What say you to a discussion on the language of flowers, Kreideprinz?

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poppunkpie · 2 months

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just gaming x freminet doodles

#gaming genshin #freminet #freming #lionfish #genshin impact #fan art #one of these days i will write a fic for these two i love them sm #i just think they're neat

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anisohtropy · 1 year

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since Alhaitham knows over 20 languages fluently (which itself is very autismcore), he probably dreams in different languages once he’s actually able to dream. It’s disorienting at first because it swaps between them wildly because dream logic but eventually it settles into single language dreams and he’ll wake up thinking in that language without noticing until he says something to Kaveh, who’s like I don’t actually know as many languages as you and Alhaitham says some shit like that’s not my fault, just learn

Relatedly, Alhaitham’s been writing love letters over the years in various languages both living and dead and when Kaveh finds them it’s a whole thing

#genshin #genshin impact #kaveh #alhaitham #kavetham #kavehtham #haikaveh #someone should write a fic like this #or i will #i already have so many wips so this may never see the light of day if its left to my hands #this is absolutely based on the fact that i dream in different languages #imagine dreaming for the first time and its a feverscape of shapes and colors and 15 different languages #imagine nightmares like that #the potential is endless #get on this rn #i feel like we dont exploit the whole suddenly everyone can dream again thing enough in fan content

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ventisweetheart · 1 year

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''You don't love me anymore''

Scaramouche x Female!Reader Genre: Angst, hurt/comfortish?? Warnings: Mentions of blood, cussing, scaramouche being a meanie, not proof read, kidnapping, wound mention, let me know if I missed something! Author's Note: This was requested by my lovely cousin :> The request is here I think this might be my longest fic yet, I am kinda proud of it. (and yes this is before he had his new update)

''Archons, you are so annoying. You never leave me the fuck alone!'' Scaramouche says, slamming his pen on his desk.

''Well maybe if you didn't stay out working all the time I wouldn't have to be like this, Kuni. You never give me attention anymore, you almost never talk to me anymore, you come home late everyday and when you do you either go straight to bed or you sit in this office and do stupid 'paper work' the whole time! It's not my fault I miss my boyfriend.'' You trying stating in a calm manner but, it's almost impossible with the lump forming in your throat, while you try to keep the tears from spewing from your eyes.

He seemed almost offended by this statement. The expression on his face gets worse, the crease between his eye brows deepening, his eyes, almost as if they are holding a tight grasp on your figure, full of rage and annoyance. ''Did you just say that I don't give you enough attention?'' He scoffs. ''EVERYTHING THAT I DO IS FOR YOU, FOR US-'' He takes a deep breath before speaking once again

''You are such a selfish, filthy piece of shit. I don't have any use for you anyway, so why do you care?''

That's not true. He knows it's not true. You are not in anyway the slightest bit selfish. You have been by his side when no one else was, you didn't see his as a bad person because of his actions and his past. You saw him as something not many did. You saw him as human and nothing less. He never understood why you were so kind to him, even now. You are barely yelling at him, you are still being kind to him, why?

''You are such a selfish, filthy piece of shit.I don't have any use for you anyway..'' Those words keep repeating in your head again and again. He didn't mean it, right? He didn't mean it, he didn't mean it, he didn't- it wasn't long before the tears you were trying to hold in leave your eyes. You try to wipe the tears away but you can't get it to stop. He has always thrown small remarks at you and picked on you but, it has never been this bad. He has never spoken to you in such a way before and you have never been more taken back by one of his rude comments. This one felt real. It felt like he really ment it. The way he looked at you while he said it, the tone he used, his hands flat on the desk.

You mumble a soft 'sorry' while you take a few steps back from his figure, eventually storming out of his office. Your job here is done, he doesn't need you anymore, he's tired of you- he doesn't love you anymore.

Or so you thought.

With eyes blurred from the nonstop flow of tears, you weakly push the front door open and start to head for Chinju Forest. It a place where you usually like to go. The flowers that grow rapidly and the soft soil underneath your feet, to you it's a calming place to be.

After a while of sprinting and getting odd looks from people in the city, you arrive safely. You begin walking on some trails you found and smiled at the presents of the fluorescent flowers. You pick one from a bundle in a bush and brush over the gentle petals with the pad of your index finger, while looking down at the flower you harshly bump into something in front of you.

You quickly look up and you are met with a tall, and muscular man. You weren't sure what it was but you immediately had a bad feeling. Something about the way he was presented. He seemed intimidating.

''Well, what's a pretty little lady doing out here all by her self?'' He says while bending down to meet your eyes, even though you weren't as short as he tried to make you look.

''Oh.. I apologize for bumping into you but, I really need to get going. It's getting pretty dark out here.'' You say almost rushing your words, you wanted to get out of there as soon as you could, something wasn't right. Looking past him, you being taking small steps to get by but you are soon stopped with his long, bulky arm wrapping around your figure, your eyes widen.

''Hey now, I could use a buddy ya know. Let's talk for a while yeah? Follow me'' The man says this with a smirk on his face but you can tell he is on the edge of annoyance. His grip on you tightens. This is where you begin to panic. You try to wiggle out of his grasp but it only gets tighter, until eventually he is using bother arms to keep you in place of his hold. You let out screams of ''Let me go'' and ''Don't touch me'' and pleas for help from anyone else who might be around. It wasn't long until your vision gets blurry again, and this time not from tears. You then see nothing but black and the noise around you gets muffled.

Scaramouche looks up from his paper, to look out the window. He notices that it is now dark outside. Where the hell is she? He thinks as he draws the curtains. You're not still mad at him, right? Was he too harsh? What if you finally left him? What if you never come back? What if-

*Knock knock*

His thoughts are soon interrupted by heavy knock at his office door. Ah that must be you! He opens the door with a slight smile on his face, ready to greet you but, that smile is wiped right off his face when he sees it isn't you. There instead in one of his agents. Kind of surprised of why he would be here at this hour he shows an expression of confusion.

''My Lord, I got the message that the papers are due in the morning.'' Scaramouche rolls his eyes at this statement almost dismissing the agent but, something comes to mind.

''Go look for y/n and don't ask any questions. Make sure to tell the other agents as well, if you don't find her by midnight, it's not going to look good for either of you.'' The agent rapidly nods his head and leaves the presence of Scaramouche. He closes the door and sits back in his desk chair with a sigh, all while his anxiety starts to get the best of him. He spends the rest of his time intently staring down the clock.

12:01

It's one minute over 12?! And they still haven't found you? Unacceptable. He storms out of his office, to the agents.

''Where the hell is she?''

''W-we came were coming back to say that we couldn't f-find her my Lord but, we-'' The agent was quickly cut off by a punch to the face.

''Now, who's next? Not following my orders? How dare you?'' Scaramouche is full of rage, it's written all over his face, he is even angrier than he looked when the two of you were fighting. He leaves and heads for the city.

It might not seem like it but he's scared. He's terrified that you're gone, that you don't love him any longer. He's frantically searching high and low and every corner of the city. An agent comes running up to him, stopping at a halt in front of him, almost out of breath.

''My Lord! We got told that y/n was last seen going into Chinju Forest. We searched part of the area, we noticed there was a picked flower left on one of the trails.'' States the agent.

Of course. Chinju Forest was one of your favorite places to roam. Why didn't he think of that sooner? But he is then met with another fear. What if something bad happened to you? All because he got mad at you for trying to get his attention. This is bad. He says nothing and starts dashing to the Forest. At this point, he doesn't care who's watching at the moment. He needs to know that you're okay.

You slowly open your eyes, you feel a sharp pain gradually getting worse on your head as you become for aware of your surroundings. It seems that you're still in Chinju Forest, and you're alone so maybe you can make a run for it. You try to move but, you can't.. You look down to see that you're tied to a tree with thick rope around your shoulders, feet, and torso. You're weak, you're in pain, you don't know what to do anymore. You soon hear crunching from the dried leaves on the ground getting closer to where you're tied.

A distorted- looking man appears next to you. You slowly raise your head up to meet eyes with the man. The spinning in your head makes it hard to tell who it is but, based on the figure and height of the man, it seems to be the one from earlier. The one who might of caused this.

He tilts your chin up harshly, even higher than it was before.

''This all could have been avoided if you just listened to me.'' He even speaks harshly, spitting in your face as he speaks, as if he is disgusted by your actions and behavior.

You let out a groan of pain as the wood from the tree trunk you're tied to digs into the wound on the back of your head, while he tilts your chin up.

''Now, why don't we start-''

''I suggest you get your hands off of her, now'' Scaramouche says while the man widens his eyes in pure fear. The man gets on his knees and begins to plead for forgiveness, as if he already knew what was coming for him.

You look at your boyfriend, all of the memories from the fight come back to you. The yelling, the look of being infuriated by your words, the fear that he has no use for you anymore, that he doesn't want you anymore. Yet, here he is confronting the very being that put you in this current state. Gosh, your head is spinning.

The man's begs for forgiveness are quickly ignored and he is kicked to the ground. Screams and cries can be heard from the man as Scaramouche kicks his gut and curses him out. He man spits out blood with each rough kick he receives. His body is now limp and disregarded. Scaramouche turns his attention to you. He takes out a small pointed pocket knife and cuts you loose. You unconsciously falls into his arms, with your head laid on his shoulder. He begins to tear up. This is his fault. He let this happen to you, he let you get hurt because of his stupid temper issues, because he is selfish. He places his hand on the back of your head and feels a warm liquid on it. He looks at his hand to see that there is blood from the open wound on your head.

''Hey.. look at me'' His voice is small, still in shock.

You slowly lift your head to look at him. He is met with your half-lidded eyes. The eyes that used to hold so much life. He could swear he sees sparkles is them. Your eyes are still glossy from the flow of tears earlier.

''You actually came.'' Your statement shatters his dull heart. The guilt continues to build up as he remembers what he said to you during the fight.

''I am so sorry'' He whispers. Those words are hard to say. He hates admitting that he's wrong but, he hates what he made you feel. That you were unworthy of his love, that you were not needed in his life, that he didn't love you anymore. That was far from the truth and he knew it.

''I..'' He trails off, trying to find the right words to say.

''I didn't mean anything I said, I swear.. please I know this is so selfish of me but don't leave, y/n. I didn't mean it I didn't, I love you so much, I can't live without you.'' Pathetic. He sounds so pathetic. He cringes every time he begs and pleas but, if that's what it takes for you to know he needs you, that he loves you, he would do it a million times over and more.

You can hear the sorrowful tone in his expression. Yes, he made you feel useless but, as much as he hurt you, it still pains you to see him like this. Especially since he almost never acts like this. He knows he messed up. You place his head between your hands.

''Can we go home, Kuni?'' You have a small smile while you say this but, you're not sure what to say to his apology.

This is definitely something the two of you will have to talk about but, until then you want to feel the warmth of your lover once again, free from pain and sadness, feeling like you are truly wanted by the person that made you the happiest.

#scaramouche angst #scaramouche x you #scaramouche #scaramouche x traveler #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fluff #genshin scara #genshin scaramouche #kunikuzushi #kunikazushi x reader #wanderer #the balladeer #genshin x reader #genshin impact #fan fic #genshin fic #scaramouche fic

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lovesickeros · 8 months

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☆ the dove

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings violence, blood {☆} word count 0.7k

Her hands are weapons, forged in a tragedy as much as a war of ash and blood that seeps into the earth and rots it from within. To them, however, she is salvation. Her hands are a kindness, not a threat. She sees it in their puffy, red eyes just brimming with tears, their fragile body so delicate and weak is still remains marred by wounds new and old – the gold still stains their skin, even long after it had been washed away.

She has seen it all – and she takes the injured dove beneath her wing with the sickly sweet promise that someday she shall mend its broken wings and teach it to fly again.

And in their stupor, they do not see her clip their wings.

It is for the best.

The wolves still salivate below the nest, waiting for her little dove to fall again – no, she shall not send her little bird to fly when it will just fall into their waiting maws once again.

This..this one is hers, she has decided.

Her little bird who dreams of the sky and the woman who clips their wings..what a tragic pair they must make, she thinks.

Not for her, of course. Yet not to them, either, unaware of the way she grounds them and keeps the key to their cage tightly in her fist.

"Tsaritsa?" The soft, meek lilt of the little bird draws her from her reverie, and she smiles – all teeth and little else, wolfish and predatory.

Yet the bird sees nothing but love in the sharp points of her canines.

As it was meant to be.

"Yes, little bird?"

She coos in honeyed tones, brushing her cold, cold hands against their skin, reveling in the way they shiver and shake beneath the ever present chill in her very bones. They do not fear the claws that ghost across their skin, and the smile they offer that illuminates their eyes like stars only proves her right – she wants to devour them whole. To see the stars in their eyes burn out beneath her teeth, their golden blood burn upon her tongue and down her throat.

"You promised to take me to the gardens today, remember?"

Her pearly, sharpened fangs peer out beneath her lips as she grins wider, unnerving to all but the little bird who sees not the wolf but the wool it wears, her hands finding their place upon their shoulders as she whispers into their ear.

She will guide her little bird where they cannot go, where their clipped wings cannot take them.

She will give them that bittersweet taste of freedom and then watch them try to catch the stars..

Just to drag them back down to earth where they belong.

"Of course, Creator – I am a woman of my word, am I not?"

Such sickly sweet lies come to her with ease – she lies and she lies and they do not see past the woolen cloak of the wolf until its jaw has snapped around its throat and its blood has painted the world a shimmering gold.

She will delight in that, too.

"If I may be so bold, Creator, you have been distant lately..have you grown tired of me already?"

Her words were as sharp as a blade, yet as dull as a rock, as sweet as they were dangerous. Like watching a mouse trap luring in its prey, she would snap it shut as soon as the little bird strayed too close.

"No! No, that's not..you've just been busy lately, I didn't want to intrude."

They remind her so much of a rabbit in those moments, and she so badly wants to know what would happen if she just took a small, insignificant bite..yet she restrains herself with a far too wide smile, her jaw clenched so hard she almost thinks they will hear it creak.

"Intrude? You could ever hardly intrude, Creator – what is mine is yours. Though, perhaps I shall have to lock you in my room to ensure you compensate me for depriving me of your presence."

In just a few short words, she snares the rabbit – her little bird, her Creator. They will see nothing but the sickly sweet lure of her smile, letting out a pretty laugh of their own as they press closer, like a bird wandering into the open maw of the beast lying in wait.

"As long as it has a nice view, I suppose I won't mind."

They jest, but she does not. And oh, how easy it is to ensnare an unsuspecting prey.

"Of course, Creator – just for you."

It won't be long until her little bird returns to its gilded cage, now. Permanently.

It is better that way.

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #fic tag #tsaritsa #imposter au #another absolutely normal tsaritsa post. this fic is kinda old i just forgor 2 post it um #hope shes so fucked up in game she makes dottore look like a saint its getting a little 2 nice around here #give me morally reprehensible women #also here 2 remind everyone im still tsaritsa ceo /j #carrying her 2 fans on my back fr /j #no one gets her like i do............#the inherit tragedy of loving a woman who has rid herself of the ability to love...........#the tragedy of a woman who had only ever loved rejecting it now. even her people have fallen out of love with her #theres smth 2 be said abt cryo being the element of the archon of love but if i start talking abt her i wont stop #anyway she kisses women. girlkisser (canon)#shes so lesbian #anyway thats it thats the ted talk ill be back next monday /j

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k6ivies · 6 months

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I have a Lyney request for you, dear author! How about Lyney with a s/o (reader) who upon finding out that Lyney is a Fatuus, is relieved because they didn't know how to tell him that they work for the Fatui too.

Basically a little bit of angst if you squint, because both of them are terrified of what the other one will feel when they found out, but with a happy ending.

(Sorry if this was a bit too specific.)

Here it is!!! I'm so sorry if this took so long! Had fun writing this; thank you so much for requesting btw <3

“secrets under the fontaine sky” — a lyney fan fic

“What do you mean you can’t go on a date? You promised last week.”

Having a magician as your lover didn’t seem so hard, and Lyney was usually making time for you no matter what. But for the past few weeks, he’s been too busy to go on at least one date for a week.

Of course, you were fine with that… at first.

The first two times you asked, Lyney promised he’d go on that date. But he’d always cancel it last minute. And this was the 4th time–you couldn’t take it anymore.

Lyney was standing in front of you, apologetically holding his hat, “Look–I’m sorry, the show has been… time consuming.” His pleading eyes looked into yours, he even seemed genuinely sorry; your heart jumped, yet you still felt mad.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you. Really.” Lyney held your hand with his free hand, rubbing your palm as he lovingly looked at you. How could you stay mad at him when he’s like this?

Alas, you weren’t calming down, yet. “...I’m.. I’m still angry at you! How could you promise things when you’d cancel them at the last minute four times?!-” You sighed exasperatedly and pursed your lips.

Before you could start speaking, Lyney leaned closer, planting a small peck on your lips with his hat covering your kisses from others passing by. You were taken aback.

“...What?” You muttered.

Lyney put his hat on and sheepishly smiled. “Can you accept that as an apology and something I can give to make up for lost time? I promise I’ll go on a date with you next week.” Lyney smiled, holding your hand tight, “Really this time!”

You were silent, still shocked about his kiss despite having kissed him at least 100 times. Your cheeks heated up, and your hand felt embarrassingly sweaty. “Just…��

You paused, looking away, “Just make sure you’re keeping your promises,” you looked at him for a moment, noticing his slightly weary figure. He seemed overworked, yet that same old smile that made your heart jump stayed. So, you hugged him.

“Take care of yourself. I can tell you’ve been skipping a few meals so don’t even think about trying to hide it.” You tightened your embrace and let him go after.

Lyney’s cheeks flushed and he laughed nervously, “I will… oh?” He started to look at your ear, as if he saw something odd. You immediately touched your ears, noticing nothing was off. Was something on your face?

“What’s wrong?” You asked, raising your eyebrow in confusion.

Lyney hummed playfully, booping your nose, “Why don’t you guess?” He smiled. This was one of his magic tricks again.

You thought carefully, touching your face to see if there’s something, but there really wasn’t anything. “Why don’t you check your pockets?” Lyney suggested with a hint of mischievousness in his eyes.

Like Lyney suggested, you checked your coat’s pockets, but there was nothing.

“Lyney, just–” Before you finished your sentence, Lyney clicked his tongue and shook his head. He sighed and crossed his arms, looking at you with fake disappointment.

“Come on, you have to cooperate with the magician if you want magic!” Lyney said, smiling cheekily. “Now, give me your hand, palm down,” he requested.

You did what Lyney asked, letting your hand out. Gently, he took your hand and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles, his other hand on his back. Your cheeks flushed at Lyney’s romantic gestures, flustered yet so amused with his silly antics–this was normal to you, anyway.

When you pulled your hand back, you noticed a Rainbow Rose stuck on your palm.

“You..” You laughed in amusement, sighing softly. “I didn’t even notice…” Lyney had a silly smile on his face—he knows he's enchanted your heart again.

“Well, I'll be going now!” Lyney smiled sheepishly. “I have to hurry—I'll see you for our date then!”

Lyney started walking away, and you started waving goodbye. “You better keep your promise!!” You exclaimed as he left. Lyney turned back and waved, doing one of his signature bows as he left. You rolled your eyes and started walking the opposite way.

You walked through the familiar streets of Fontaine. But something was amiss, you swore you could hear footsteps behind you–following you at each turn you go.

Normally, a person would be tense and afraid for their lives—a person wouldn't even notice they were being stalked at all. But you were a trained soldier—a soldier hailing from Snezhnaya, in the Fatui.

So, you walked to a quieter place, just outside of the Court of Fontaine, expecting to have a conversation with this person following you.

“Look, if you're going to assign me tasks, you shouldn't be following me like some stalker in the streets—you'll blow your cover,” you said, turning to your "stalker".

It was a Fatui agent, her arms crossed, and as expected, her mask was on. She seemed like she was at the age no more than 20—a new recruit, you assume.

“I apologize for my… incompetence. I was told to make haste, so I didn't think properly.” She said, bowing her head.

“It's alright, just hurry and spit it out.” You said nicely—although, your words weren't exactly kind enough. Perhaps you got too used to your superiors talking to you with no respect. It's a horrible habit that you took note of.

The Fatui agent lifted her head up and handed you a plain looking parcel, tied up neatly. “Your next mission is here in the city, tomorrow evening, at a party in Hotel Debord.”

The agent continued, “Your mission is to find a woman named Marfa Ivanovna, an illegal immigrant from Snezhnaya. She's made a loan in Northland Bank and hasn't paid for the loan that was due 6 months ago.”

“6 months ago?” Your eyebrows furrowed. No one has ever had an unpaid debt for that long, considering that Northland Bank wasn’t so friendly with unpaid debts. This would be no simple mission, and you’d most likely have a partner. Still, to be sure, you listened to the agent.

“Yes, 6 months ago–Miss Ivanovna has been running away, you see. She always successfully ran away from agents in Snezhnaya and in Liyue.” She continued, “so you’ll be working with another agent we assigned to this mission. He will meet you at Hotel Debord.”

“And the identification code is?” You inquired.

“‘Rainbow Roses are quite the sight; and a ballroom dance should be with romance.’” The agent stated.

Hearing that very sentence reminded you of Lyney—but you were in work mode, so you put your thoughts about him aside for a moment.

You nodded, “Understood.” You paused for a moment, mentally recounting the mission details.

“What's this parcel for?” You nearly forgot about the parcel you've been holding for the past few minutes.

“The Hotel Debord has tight security, but, if you are disguised as a noble, you are most likely to be left unquestioned by Gardes.”

“I see, thank you for the disguise.” You bowed your head in respect and in thanks. The Fatui agent bowed her head.

“I wish you success in your mission, agent.” The Fatui agent told you, soon disappearing in the night.

It seems that your other life is calling you once more… And this wasn't something you were keen on.

Being a Fatui soldier wasn't exactly ideal to you, considering that your line of work wasn't for the softhearted, and if anyone knew, you'd probably go run and start a new identity.

With your fear, you kept your Fatui life completely in the shadows. It was only a life only you knew. And you would only know it; you never even told Lyney.

You always wondered how Lyney would react to your association with the Fatui. Knowing how kind, gentle, and playful he is, you knew he wouldn’t like you being a Fatui member, and you were sometimes walking on eggshells with him.

It was the only thing that you never wanted to live through. You love Lyney, and you swore you couldn't live without his magical charms, not after you met him. You were bewitched by him, ever since the first time you kissed him–perhaps even before that. Either way, you knew you’d love him forever.

As you kept thinking quietly, you sighed, walking inside a building in the City of Fontaine. It was that familiar staircase again, and that flower vase with Rainbow Roses on the console table, which were close to dying out. You should probably throw it out for your landlady soon.

The room was candlelit, and you could hear footsteps. And then, someone called your name out, “Is that you?” It was your landlady, the floor creaking. Your landlady entered the room, holding her cane as she walked weakly.

“Madame Camille!-” You took her other arm and led her back to her bed, “Didn’t the doctor say that you should just stay in bed? She said your bones must rest so they stop aching…”

“Oh please,” Madame Camille rolled her eyes as she sat back down on her soft bed, “I’ll rest my bones when I’m dead.” Her tone was a bit sarcastic, yet so serious. Despite being old, Madame Camille was stubborn and always putting herself to work, despite the fact you were always open to helping out.

“I hope that isn’t soon…” You sighed, putting your hand on your hip.

Madame Camille hummed softly, laying down, “Any gossip today?” She asked, looking at you. You chuckled and smiled–this was usually what she’d ask every time you come to your flat.

“Idette–that black haired girl who always wears that pigeon pin on her collar–is dating one of your tenants here,” I muttered, “I think it’s the tenant on the 3rd floor?” Madame Camille raised her eyebrow in response to your words.

Madame Camille scoffed, “Bah! You don’t possibly mean Chandler! That boy is always cooped up in his home, I feel like I only see him when I ask for his rent!”

“So, what else?” She asked.

“Nothing else, really.” You shrugged, “Oh, but I did hear about–”

Madame Camille shook her head, “No, I meant how are things with that magician.” She cleared her throat, putting covers over her body. “What’s his name again? Lieny? Ah, whatever his name is, he hasn’t been sending flowers like he usually does! Has he been busy?”

You recalled that Lyney sent flowers every two weeks to your landlady, since you once told him that she was fond of Rainbow Roses. And his work was the most logical reason for not sending roses like usual.

“Yes, Lyney has been busy with work.” I nodded, looking at Madame Camille. She sighed, tutting.

“Well. Make sure he remembers about them when he gets his work done!” Madame Camille stated, seemingly displeased.

But then, Madame Camille's expression turned a bit softer, “...No man has ever given me flowers, not in my youth, nor in my old age. So I appreciate that boy's kindness.”

You were shocked that Madame Camille suddenly opened up to you—still, you smiled at her. “I'll be sure to remind him,” you assured.

Madame Camille sternly nodded, smiling at you. But this smile was different, and it could only mean one thing…

“Good, now, about your rent…”

The Hotel Debord was full of guests dressed in flamboyant clothing—such is expected in Fontaine, and especially expected in a party like this. With the eye-catching decorations and the glass roof, showing the beautiful stars under Fontaine skies, it would simply be rude to dress in dull clothing in such a beautiful hotel.

You were wearing a long purple dress, designed by a famous designer in Fontaine, it said so on the tag. The dress was designed with a bit of gold, and the sleeves were long. And since this party was a masquerade party, you were wearing a mask, designed with a beautiful lace design, and delicately fitting your clothes.

You were looking around for your supposed "partner", but you haven't really noticed them, so you looked for your target instead.

Your target, Marfa Ivanovna, was a ginger haired lady with grey eyes. She was a lady in her mid-30s, and was quite tall.

Holding a bottle of Fonta—you didn't drink alcohol since you were on a mission, you walked through a slightly crowded room full of people.

And there you saw your target.

Miss Ivanovna was holding a glass of wine, conversing with other guests with a smile. Though she was wearing a sky blue mask, you could tell that this was your target. After all, you've been doing this job for years.

You started approaching Miss Ivanovna, prepared to strike up a little chat, then lead her somewhere private, then confront her about her debts with the Fatui; your go-to plan when you collect debt.

But your plan was broken.

A familiar person with a top hat approached Miss Ivanovna. Those purple eyes, that little tear-shaped mark, and that oh-so charming grin–though he was masked, you immediately knew who this man was.

And your heart stopped when you realized it.

You immediately walked backwards, going to a nearby corner with less people around. Your body trembled, your stomach churned, and you felt a lump in your throat. This was what you most feared, happening at the very moment.

Despite the horrors of the situation, you couldn't abandon your mission. Yet, you cannot face Lyney amidst your mission.

You took a quick drink of your Fonta and took a deep breath, trying to think of a plan. You could wait until your partner arrives, or perhaps you could wait until Lyney leaves Miss Ivanovna alone. You sighed shakily, putting your hand on the wall as you looked down.

“Rainbow Roses are quite the sight…” Someone said behind you. Your ears perked up–your partner had found you first.

Without turning back, you spoke, “And a ballroom dance should be with romance.” You fixed yourself up and turned back, facing your partner.

“What–”

You stepped back; your heart was beating fast, and you were visibly startled. Your partner was– “Lyney?” You said, a tone of nervousness in your voice. Lyney couldn’t have possibly known what the starting phrase of the code was, unless–

His purple eyes widened, looking at you in shock. “W-wait-” Lyney was frozen in place, staring at you. He was completely stunned at the sight of you here, and especially the fact that you were both members of the Fatui. And neither of you told each other.

Lyney sighed, shaking his head. “Er… Let’s talk later. Lynette is currently keeping watch of Miss Ivanovna.” He said, taking your hand and pulling you into the crowded area.

You felt Lyney's hand still trembling from shock (or was it you that was shaking?), taking you to the stairs in the Hotel Debord. Lyney stopped walking, holding you back. There were voices nearby. The stairs in Hotel Debord was an imperial staircase, and you would be hidden by walls if you were walking up.

“Yes, indeed! Art is such an exquisite form of life—I'm delighted to see a young girl like you chatting about it with such deep knowledge!” Miss Ivanovna said happily, fanning her face as she gazed at the painting in front of them.

Lynette smiled, “I'm glad you feel that way, Miss Fedorova.”

You were not surprised by the different name—she was using a fake name to hide her identity.

Lyney turned to you, holding your hand tight. “Lynette doesn't know you're our partner in this mission, but she's aware that someone will be helping us,” Lyney said, “do you understand?”

You gave him a quick nod, shrugging after “It's not like I knew you were my partner in this mission either,” you smiled.

“Hehe…” Lyney scratched his nape and focused on the task at hand soon after. Unbeknownst to Lynette’s true intentions, Miss Ivanovna was still talking happily with Lynette, her smile wide and her eyes almost glimmering. It seems Lynette has done a great job to earn Miss Ivanovna’s trust.

Lyney turned to you, signaling you to go to the other side of the imperial staircase, so if Miss Ivanovna tried to run away, she would be blocked. Besides, if she tried to escape, you had already placed traps in places she’d try to escape through, excluding the main entrance.

“I’m surprised about your knowledge about ‘Lady with an Umbrella, facing right’, Miss Fedorova,” Lynette smiled, “You even know the exact price for the painting.”

Lynette turned to Miss Ivanovna, her hands neatly placed in front of her, “Miss Fedorova, I must confess that I have other intentions with you.” Lynette said, putting her sword up.

“Or should I say, Miss Marfa Ivanovna?”

Miss Ivanovna flinched, her eyes bulged at the sight of a sword being pointed at her. She was probably shocked at the mention of her true name. “W-what–I’ve done nothing wrong! Why are you threatening me?”

“I suggest you stop pretending, Miss Ivanovna. I am well aware of who you truly are, and what debts you have with the Fatui,” Lynette said.

Miss Ivanovna stepped back—Lynette then spoke once more, “And don't even try escaping. My partners have already taken precautions to make sure you won't be exiting the hotel.”

Miss Ivanovna furrowed her eyebrows, clenching her fists.

Lynette put her sword down, “We only want to peacefully talk about your debt in Northland Bank, Miss Ivanovna. If you settle your debt, everything wouldn't be a hassle for yourself and the bank.”

It took a few moments until Miss Ivanovna’s expression softened. She still looked mad, but it seemed like she was more reasonable than you anticipated for a woman running from the Fatui for 6 months.

“Fine…” Miss Ivanovna said.

Immediately, you knew this was a trap. And you were right. Miss Ivanovna threw her fan at Lynette’s face harshly, causing her to get distracted as Miss Ivanovna ran away to the staircase where you were. You were sure that Lyney would be helping Lynette at the moment, so you were practically on your own in capturing Miss Ivanovna.

You heard frantic footsteps down the stairs, and then a figure passed you by. Immediately, you grabbed hold of that figure and pushed them against the wall. It was, indeed, the notorious Miss Marfa Ivanovna.

“Listen to me, Miss Ivanovna–the Fatui can get you into more trouble than we’re already giving you,” you whispered, pushing her harder against the wall as she tried squirming. “Don’t you know that the Fatui can take you to the Fortress of Meropide for illegally migrating into Fontaine–and just where justice is held up high in honor…”

You smiled and gripped Miss Ivanovna’s wrists, “Additionally, I could personally take measures into making things worse for you for hurting my boyfriend’s sister. So why don’t you settle all of your debts in the Fatui, and we’ll let you go?”

Miss Ivanovna groaned in annoyance, accepting her defeat at last, “Fine! Fine.”

“I'm a woman of elegance, so let's negotiate...”

Lynette had taken care of Miss Ivanovna, leaving you and Lyney alone together. Though Lyney insisted that Lynette should have taken a break, Lynette declined and dealt with Miss Ivanovna on her own. You figured that Lynette’s intention was for you to talk with Lyney about your identities as Fatui members.

You couldn’t wait until you could finally talk with Lyney privately–but you were also afraid of talking to him. You felt relieved that he wasn’t mad, but you kept overthinking that this would change things between the two of you. Well, it has but, you were worried about this changing your relationship negatively.

You and Lyney were seated on a bench somewhere on the sidewalk, listening to the evening sounds of Fontaine streets. You were too far from Lyney, sitting at the edge of the bench in awkwardness.

“Hey,” Lyney whispered, “sit closer… It's not like we're strangers…” His tone was similar to his usual playful tone, but there was a hint of sadness in his voice.

You turned to Lyney, who wasn't even looking at you; his head was down, fiddling his hat with his hands, while his body was slumped over. You've never seen him this quiet—it was unusual to you.

It made you nervous that he was acting like this. Was he sad about you not telling him? Was he embarrassed that you were a Fatui like him? What did he even feel about this? You felt as if your relationship was inching closer to a cliff.

You scooted closer, making your shoulder touch his, which made him look at you. You took his top hat and placed it on his head, his eyes staring into yours with bitterness.

“I'm sorry,” Lyney told you, taking your hand, “I'm sorry.”

You were confused, “Why?”

“I'm sorry for not telling you,” Lyney muttered, holding your hand tight, “I was afraid that… you would hate me for being a Fatuus.”

“But I never thought of the possibility of you hating me for not telling you.”

Lyney sighed shakily, tightening his grasp on your hands, “I'm sorry that I was afraid. I’m sorry I was a coward.”

“Lyney…” You muttered. The Lyney you once knew as confident and charming showed his vulnerable side–you felt honored to see this side of him, and to know more about how he truly is. You pulled him closer and hugged him, kissing his forehead gently, “I’m not mad at you for not telling me.”

You moved away and cupped his cheek, rubbing it, “It's okay,” you whispered, smiling at the sad magician. Lyney was still frowning in front of you, sighing softly.

“How are you forgiving me like this? Aren't you supposed to be a bit mad…?’

“How can I be mad when I've kept the same secret from you too?”

“...”

You laughed softly and hugged Lyney again, “Besides, I couldn't get mad at your charms,” you paused for a moment, kissing his cheek.

“I'm being serious!” Lyney sighed exasperatedly and moved away.

“I'm being serious too..!”

“...You're really not mad?”

“Yes, I'm not mad—I love you too much for that.”

Lyney froze and got flustered, a pink tint coloring his cheeks as his eyes strayed away. You've barely seen him flustered.

“...I love you too,” Lyney whispers, holding your hands again, kissing your knuckles before entwining his fingers with yours.

You laughed softly, putting your head on his shoulder, holding Lyney's hand while watching the time pass by in the evening light of Fontaine.

“Hey, Madame Camille wants you to bring more flowers to her,” you whispered, kissing Lyney's cheek.

“Ah… of course. I'm finished with all my missions anyway, I should have more time to perform and to visit your landlady,” Lyney stated.

“Wait, you haven't been performing?”

Lyney's eyes glanced somewhere else, and he scratched his neck nervously, “Oh… um.. yes.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, gently nudging his elbow, “So all this time, you weren't actually having shows?!”

You huffed, “You owe me 4 dates! I can't believe you lied to me like that…”

“I didn't mean to…” Lyney sighed, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

You put out your pinky, “Promise?”

Lyney intertwined his pinky with yours, kissing your lips gently.

“Promise.”

End.

#lyney x reader #lyney x y/n #lyney x you #genshin fanfic #genshin impact lyney #genshin x reader #i dont actually know how to tag #fan fic reqs by ivy! ♡#genshin impact fanfics

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haunted-xander · 9 months

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For you are the sun, burning yourself up so others may glow and stay warm

#i LOVE waxing poetic #this was inspired by a cute lil haikaveh fic even tho this isnt even haikaveh lol #anyway. this was a pain but im happy with how it turned out #kaveh #genshin impact #art #my art #xanders art #digital art #fan art

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stardustdiiving · 4 months

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I would love to hear more about your thoughts regarding Wanderer being trans whenever you find the time to write about it more!

(follow up to this post)

AWESOME. okay. So. This got super long and I keep nitpicking if it clearly says every single thought that goes through my head or not so I’m just going to post it

There’s many interpretations about this headcanon I enjoy, but one particular angle I would find interesting to explore that I’ll pitch here is basically centered on a characterization where Wanderer’s internal relationship with his own transness is very tied with his non-humanness, maybe even more so than his gender.

The appeal of this angle for me is essentially having a character’s queerness tie into genshin’s overarching themes about identity & personhood, especially in regards to the relationship between divinity & humanity—themes that obviously apply to Scaramouche (and also basically every other not human genshin character I can think of that people generally agree are engaging characters)

Scaramouche (which name I use for him is intentional & reflects what era of his life I’m talking about) to me is someone who basically enforces a sense of apathy over his own emotions, especially ones relating to his sense of identity—he seeks godhood in hopes of being able to purge himself clean of experiencing (human) emotions, and therefore the vulnerability & trauma he associates with having them.

Intuitively I can see him feeling a similar conscious apathy about his gender: I see him as viewing gender identity as a “too human” trait and therefore something he’s above, basically—which is really a deeper deflection of his own insecurities with his personhood/identity.

So to Scaramouche, internally, anything about his transition or transness is less about gender and actually far more about his desire to obtain godhood, and this is a mental narrative he really sticks to because it fits in comfortably with his hatred of humans and desire for a purpose/identity for his existence as a non human entity “without a heart”.

If this were a fic I were writing, Scaramouche would undergo a lot of physical/medical transitioning during his time as a Harbringer and he would essentially be narrating & viewing anything gender affirming thing he does as him becoming closer to godhood and further from being human. This would contrast how I’d portray Kabukimono earlier on in his arc—where I imagine Kabukimono took on a lot of social transitions based on observing humans and building a sense for what human things he liked to participate in or mimic.

Kabukimono, in a manner similar to Scaramouche, might sometimes categorize some of his transness as relating to being more of a puppet/nonhuman origin thing than a gender thing, (ie getting gender dysphoria from having long hair but rationalizing it has more to do with not wanting to look like Ei), Kabukimono was more in a position of building towards his transness being a positive thing that affirmed him his sense of personhood & sense of belonging with others. By the time Scaramouche reaches the point of resenting humans, and in turn resenting his own sense of humanity in his arc, he needs to establish all parts of his identity as the farthest thing from human as possible

The irony, however, that I’d highlight in the hypothetical fic of this, is that Scaramouche’s experiences with his transness are narrated as being things no one could ever understand because of how inhuman he is—while in practice you see a lot of his trans experiences are actually pretty common ones many trans people would understand.

So like, Dottore does his canon typical physical experiments/modifications on Scaramouche, and the entire time Scara is undergoing but also gloating the entire time how he’s able to endure this because he’s not as weak as humans are—and this continues when, at Scara’s request, Dottore gives him Evil Mad Scientist Top Surgery, and he’s having this snide internal monologue about how godlike he is because of all the inhuman ways he can physically modify and mold his body to be to his liking, and then suddenly he looks in a mirror and sees himself with a flat chest for the first time and just has… like, a moment of very genuine happiness with feeling more like himself for the first time, and processing all the ways he can exist more comfortably in his body without having to work around dysphoria constantly. He imagines himself existing among humans in these brief thoughts without even realizing it, and the idea is this is written in a way that makes him sound very human—and how he seems happier when he lets himself be.

Meanwhile Dottore in the background is just, very nonchalant about this and makes some bored comment about they ought to not delay more important procedures any further if he wants to ascend to godhood anytime soon. Scaramouche kind of snaps out of it & back into his usual sort of headspace/mindset and kind of sneers at him how this was a far more significant step in ascending to godhood than Dottore could ever understand.

And after he says this he mentally pauses, because he really hadn’t been thinking of it like that before—and then wonders if it was true, because it wasn’t an experiment that made him feel more powerful like the other ones had. What he feels now is something other than more powerful—but there’s not really any other explanation for this reaction. More godly, maybe. It makes him feel not more powerful, but closer to what he wants—which is a god.

So from there my idea is Scaramouche kind of…attributes the joy associated with his top surgery, and other similar major landmarks in his transition, with his pursuit of godhood. It spurs him on to want to be a god even more, because it's solidified in his mind as the one thing he really needs to be himself/truly happy

And then he does finally reach godhood—and is plugged into the Everlasting Lord of Arcane Wisdom’s body, he’s just finds himself feeling disappointed.

He has this minor mental crisis about it where he’s not unsatisfied—he’s more exhilarated than he has ever felt in his entire life, because he feels unspeakably powerful in the way he should be. It /is/ everything he wanted, and he savors the sheer triumph and power of the movement, but it’s just not the same. It’s not enough to make him regret what it took to get here but he’s really frustrated, because he doesn’t feel happy. Which is not an emotion Scaramouche really cares about, but even one thing he wants being somewhat out of his reach when he had hoped to suppress all the unpleasantness of having emotions is deeply unpleasant for him.

I think the next time Scaramouche really feels something close to what he’d been missing is post Inversion of Genesis, after he becomes the Wanderer.

In this narrative I think it would be an extra kick in the face that Dottore had helped him with part of his transition while Scaramouche watches Dottore kill Niwa, where Dottore basically affirms Scara’s dehumanization while Niwa insists on affirming his humanity with his dying breath. There’s the obvious violation violation of realizing someone basically sabotaged your support systems to isolate/alienate you from the world, then manipulated and groomed you into joining the fatui so they could experiment on you for their own satisfaction and intrigue, but he also finds himself grappling with recontextualizing alot of his interactions with Dottore, and coming to this conclusion that Dottore was only ever vaguely interested in Scaramouche’s potential for godhood, and doesn’t care about…this other part of why that was important to Scaramouche as a person. (Which is his transness, basically)

It’s not that he ever believed Dottore cared about him or wasn’t pursuing his own interests, but I think recontextualizing how dehumanizing Dottore’s treatment + view of him is, forces him to really pick apart his transness vs desire for godhood, and realize there’s sort of a distinction between the two he hadn’t been making.

Post IoG I think this line of thinking, along with learning Niwa hadn’t betrayed him making him hate humans much less, lets Wanderer start developing a much healthier relationship with his transness, and also just his entire identity in general. He can reconcile with his own humanity, which lets him reflect on himself more, and I think eventually he can come to an answer on why becoming god wasn’t what he needed to be happy with himself + his gender.

So essentially I’d write present day Wanderer as being more comfortable with his gender than Scaramouche would be. If I were to apply our contemporary English labels/language to his gender I think he’d more or less jsut view himself as a trans guy, but I guess by technicality has a sort of “non binary” gender bc he just doesn’t view himself in terms of human binaries due to being a puppet?? That’s just my own characterization tho. All in all I bend characterizations of characters’ queerness in line with what whatever sort of transformative work I feel like doing so this isn’t even the only way I’d write trans Wanderer. Just usually the one I go off the most when portraying him as a character

#additional thing. in my og post I mentioned I kind of default view Wanderer as trans whenever I portray him in my fan works right #u can absolutely do a trans reading of the fic I wrote based off this concept of Wanderer/Makoto resemblance #I have thoughts on a more active trans reading of it that I did actually consider while writing it #even tho there wasn’t rlly a way for me to like mention wanderer’s transness naturally in the text #scaramouche #wanderer #Genshin #fandomferns #gender impact #asks #fern.txt

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ashurzs · 10 months

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"HATE TO LOVE YOU"

smau in where scaramouche and reader are both the vice president and secretary of famous teyvat university! chaos ensues as they find it really hard to work with eachother,, will they be able to put their highschool past behind them? or will they never give a new chance to the person they once called their own?

paring; ex!scara x gn!reader

includes; kys/kms jokes, mentions of drugs, getting drunk, cussing, mental breakdowns, blood, angst, unsupportive mothers, attempts at humor, uni!au genshin

REMINDER!! timestamps in posts don't matter !! (unless stated)

updates should be atleast once a week, twice if i feel super motivated!! ^^ (maybe i should start a taglist.? not sure😵‍💫) | edit; upload schedule is inconsistent for now, i apologize

y/n's gang 😈 | scara's "friends"

MEETING STARTED AT 00:00.

episode one; council results

episode two; familiar yet distant

episode three; half off for this week

episode four; go fuck urself

episode five; basics

episode six; are you okay?

episode seven; accidents happen, that's life i think!

episode eight; ginger activities

episode nine; wow you did great (sarcasm)

episode ten; silence

SECRETARY'S REPORT.

episode eleven; tba

episdove twelve; tba

episode thirteen; tba

episode fourteen; tba

episode fifteen; tba

TREASURE'S REPORT.

episode sixteen; tba

episode seventeen; tba

episode nineteen; tba

episode twenty; tba

PAST CONCERNS.

episode twenty one; tba

episode twenty two; tba

episode twenty three; tba

tba..

wowoeee a revamp of an old smau i did on a now deleted account! let's see where it goes :33

#HATE TO LOVE YOU - 🪻#asher's works !!#genshin imapct #genshin #genshin impact smau #genshin smau #smau #genshin imapct fan fic #genshin impact fic #genshin fic #scaramouche fics #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smau #scaramouche x you #genshin scaramouche #wanderer fics #wanderer

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quesadilla-day · 24 days

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first-time mind-sharing (what if we were both telepathic) (what if we kissed 🥰💕😍)

#genshin impact #scarahida #nahida #scaramouche #wanderer #hat guy #HAHAHAHAHAHHAA #this one was a fit of inspiration #i finally fixed the colors i think #i think it looks good at least!!!#hooray #i love writing little fan fics like this #art #mine #additional note: telepatía by kali uchis

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dkniade · 1 year

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Venti, or Wendy, if you will. I’m only one of the thousand winds… As for this name, see in me a friend, just as he saw in me his, for he led the rebellion that freed Mondstadt.

O my friend! This song’s for you!🍃

Initially I only wrote the first and last couplets but then decided to add more to it. It’s kind of based off of the lie, in “The Boy and the Whirlwind” story PV too🍃

See this post for the context of Venti’s name

Image credit: “Gradient” by Dessain Kireina

#dusk fan writing #venti #Barbatos #nameless bard #dusk poetry #fan poem #original poetry #writers community #writers on tumblr #Genshin impact #genshin fan fic #fic

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celestoria · 1 year

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Scholars’ Gamble

Pairing: Al Haitham x Fem!reader x Kaveh

Tags: mfm, pussyjob, double penetration, nippleplay, dubcon(?), mention of sexile, not edited

Summary: You knew Al Haitham and Kaveh despised each other despite living under the same roof. You got another glimpse of their competition while you were in their grasps.

A/n: It’s been a long time since I last wrote something so I hope this isn’t bad. Hope you enjoy!

Do not interact if you are 16 and below (17+)

There was one thing you were certain of and that was that your colleagues detested each other. Whenever you came by, you’d always see them bickering about almost anything from their business in the Akademiya to a silly mug left on the table. You found it strange how they can live together under such situations.

Better yet, you wondered how you got yourself sandwiched between the two in Kaveh’s bed.

Al Haitham peppered needy kisses on your sensitive neck as he pinched your perked nipples. Kaveh, on the other hand, knelt on the floor holding your thighs apart so his head can rest in between to lap on your wet folds. Your mewls and moans felt like symphonies to the two scholars that they prayed won’t stop too early.

You tried to wiggle out but their grasp on you was too tight. That familiar knot on your belly was starting to tighten again and your legs began to shake. It wasn’t long until you were seconds away from leaning onto Al Haitham’s chest and arching your back which led Kaveh to go deeper inside you.

You lost count of how many times these two made you come in one sitting but the fun just started.

“How about we make a deal,” Al Haitham said with a smug expression. “Whoever’s name she moans more often gets the house for themselves an entire night while the other gets sexiled next time she’s here for the night?”

“Are you serious right now? You can’t do that to me,” Kaveh exclaimed after he wiped his mouth that glistened from savoring your debaucherous taste.

“Oh, so you’re admitting defeat this early? I knew I-“

A vein was about to explode in Kaveh’s forehead. Ever since day one he was irked by Al Haithams arrogant demeanor. No way would he let himself lose to someone as cocky as him.

“Fine, hmph.”

You were too cockdrunk to even deny them access. Never have you reached such an ecstasy that got you higher than Celestia itself and you wanted more of it.

Kaveh and Al Haitham propped you up and helped you by your thighs. While Kaveh prepped himself to go inside your ass, Al Haitham was already deep inside you still and unmoving yet your walls clenched around his thick girth.

When both of them are inside you, you can feel the unsynchronized thrusts going at you. While Kaveh’s movement felt intense and passionate, Al Haitham moved in a calculated manner to make sure he was hitting the right spot to get you to scream his name right in front of his roommate.

Your mind was getting hazy because of how they made you feel. Their breaths huffing on you and their teeth just biting on your flushed shoulders.

“I’m so close,” Kaveh moaned. “Fuck, your ass is so tight.”

“Hm, coming this early? I thought you could do better,” Al Haitham teased as if he himself wasn’t already getting sloppy with his thrusts.

Like it was fated by the Archons, both of them spilled inside of you, coating both of your holes with their cum.

“Fuck,” Kaveh huffed. “So who do you think won?”

“You’re so unaware sometimes,” Al Haitham sighed as he laid you on the bed to wipe you off the mess you three created . “She said neither of our names. It’s a draw.” He added. “And since I cleaned her off, she gets to sleep in my room.”

“Hey-“ The door was closed shut before the blond could even finish what he was going to say,

Al Haitham didn’t care for what Kaveh was about to whine about this time. All he cared about was getting you to his room and being sure you get the break you deserve.

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Read Haikaveh fics by @heartslogos which made me cry and redefine the way I think about love and partnership so I had to get it out of my system.

I think I’m in my back in my purple drawings era.

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taking fate into one's own hands

04—acquaintance

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You look at him carefully. Perhaps this whole act he’s putting on is an attempt to be more personable. But it’s in your best interests to, at the very least, get along with the man you’ve been promised to. When it comes to loveless marriages to bind nations, divorce isn’t an option. There’s no going back.

“Alright, I’ll eat dinner with you.” You say quietly, and the sides of Morax’s lips quirk upwards. You’re convinced for a second that you made it up somehow, for even when he’d spoken to you as a dignitary, he hadn’t smiled once.

“I hope your room is to your liking,” He says, as you follow behind him. “If there’s anything that it is lacking, please do let me or one of the help know.”

You glance at him, convinced that he can’t be in earnest. He’d been so stoic when you first met him, and even once he’d come clean in regards to his identity, his emotions towards you had seemed to be nothing more than detached amusement.

“Everything is alright, thank you.” you say, bowing your head in gratitude to the man who places your food on your table. You hadn’t considered the change in cuisine and you steel your expression as well as you can, in order to not show your hesitation to eat the unfamiliar food. The butler pours you each a drink, a glistening pale wine, and bows as he excuses himself quietly. Besides your plate, there are golden chopsticks, and then a fork by its side, its dark silver tone standing out against the rest of the tableware. Is it some kind of test?

You glance worriedly between the two, as Morax’s unruffled gaze settles on you.

“You seem troubled. If I may, might I request that you speak freely?”

You glance down at the cutlery again and back up at him, shaking your head softly.

“Nothing troubles me.” you whisper, picking up the two chopsticks as confidently as you can, arranging them in your hands as subtly as you can. You haven’t seen anyone eat with chopsticks for a long time, and suddenly realise you should have waited for him to start so you could copy his technique.

You attempt to pretend to take a sip of your drink or look at the spices on the table to delay your eating, but Morax simply watches you with an even gaze as you quietly panic.

“Is the food not to your taste?” he asks you, finally looking away from you to pick up a fork. “I find that sometimes chopsticks make eating take longer than necessary. I used your arrival as a reason to justify getting some new cutlery.”

You blink at him. “Pardon me if I speak out of turn, but I had always believed you were a firm believer in traditions.” you refuse to relinquish your chopsticks, too embarrassed to admit that using them was a front to try and impress him. You hadn't realised you were acting in a way that might win his favour—and the thought of it surprises you.

Morax’s eyebrows quirk slightly at your implied question, carefully trying to craft an answer that wouldn’t make you question your presence in the palace too much. Perhaps the reaction you’ve had towards him so far is out of fear that you’re not Liyuean enough from him and his people. It wouldn’t be an absurd thought, but if the situation in your home nation remains as rocky as it is now, he wouldn’t want you to return. He certainly want to be the reason you go back, either.

“Ah,” he says quietly, chewing his food. “That is a common misconception. Perhaps when it comes to certain meetings and negotiations, it is true that I remain true to the conditions that have always been stipulated by ancient Liyuean law. However, I myself, think there isn’t much to be learned by holding steadfastly onto tradition in day to day life.”

You gape at him. “So I’m not to be hated by every member of Liyue for not hailing from here?”

Morax sighs. “I cannot speak for my people. I sometimes find they can be stubborn and they often do not like change.”

“You are not filling me with confidence.” You reply drily. Morax fixes you with an even stare, wanting to make sure you listen to his next words.

“I do not seek to deceive you.” he replies evenly. “As of right now, our arrangement is unofficial. Thus you have every right to choose how you wish to proceed. If you cannot bear to stay here with me for a moment longer, you may go home at any point.”

“But what would come of my kingdom, or of me?”

“That would be subject to negotiation. But in situations like that, Liyuean law isn’t particularly favourable for foreigners.”

The word foreigner hits you in your chest. Of course, you didn’t expect to be treated as if you were from here, but to be categorised as something else entirely? It stings, regardless of how you feel about the situation with Morax.

“Your food,” he prompts quietly. Even though you’re almost certain that he isn't going to smite you for using the fork instead of the chopsticks, you refuse to put them down, instead choosing to use them with varying degrees of success.

He watches you carefully, before silently switching to his own chopsticks, quietly pleased with the way you snatch looks at him to copy his form. Slowly, but surely, he’s beginning to understand the way your mind works.

“Have you any interest in looking around Liyue? I’m sure a tour could be organised, if that’s what you wish.” he says to you, once you’ve finished. The food is good, almost as good as the food was at home before things began to go south.

You want to say no, and to stay within the confines of your new room for as long as you can manage, but the lack of clothing is beginning to worry you. When you don’t immediately reply, Morax tries again.

“Have you everything you need?” He says. “If you aren’t interested in looking around the harbour’s stalls as of now, you can always request what you need from the help, and I’m sure they’d be happy to oblige. The choice is yours.”

You take a bite of your food, and try not to cringe at the sudden spice you taste, trying to calmly take a sip of your wine.

“Let me finish my dinner before I make that decision,” you say quietly, and Morax simply nods, his eyes narrowing at you slightly. You don’t notice, almost entirely focused on trying to finish the rest of your food without falling apart.

Compared to where you come from, Liyue is loud. Even when you’re deep in the mountains as you are now, the birds and crickets and bugs are louder than they ever were at home, and it makes for a somewhat settling feeling.

“Whilst we’re on the topic of shopping,” You say quietly, ashamed in advance of the words you’re about to say. “It’s not a secret that my nation wasn’t the most prosperous, my existence here is evidence of that—”

“You are here as a guest. Nothing is expected of you in a monetary or emotional aspect unless you are able and willing to provide. Do not worry about things that are unnecessary.”

Your naivety manifests itself in the raucous beating of your chest in response to his words, and you find yourself utterly embarrassed by how easily swayed you are by a basic display of human decency and respected boundaries.

“Alright,” you say quietly. His words have removed him from the centre of your decision and it’s only yourself to consider now. But perhaps that makes the decision harder.

(didn't have enough character left to write what reader says like i usually do sorry lol)

notes: i'm afraid that doing the polls like this will nerf this series even more but its less work for me so :3

i like to pretend that i don't really care about notes and stuff on my posts but for this series specifically the lack of engagement is gagging me lol i've tried so much to get it more out there but ahhh

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