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the-original-skipps · 6 months
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|| AN3MO BOYS WHEN YOU TRIP IN FRONT OF THEM. ||
I’m back to continue writing for my favorite anemo boys. The idea just struck me and so here I am.
Enjoy.
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❥ Heizou
"Are you hurt? Cause you look like you just fell in love with me."
You could frown in response, staring blankly at him from the ground. He lets out a small laugh as he grabs ahold of both your hands, slowly pulling you up to stand. You look anywhere else but him as you dust off your clothes for dirt. You let out a huff before walking ahead of him.
"I'm already in love with you."
Too bad you didn't look back as you would have seen his breath hitch with shock, his face warming at your words.
❥ Kazuha
"Oh dove, are you alright?"
Kazuha asks, his voice laced with concern as he crouches down to your level bringing his hands to your arms. He looks like he’s the one who tripped instead with how he's staring at you. You sheepishly smile as you return his question.
"I'm fine, Kazuha."
His face remained the same but relief flooded his eyes. He helps you stand up before dusting off your clothes, eyes raking over your body for potential wounds. Your breath hitches as he suddenly rests his forehead against yours placing his hand on your cheek.
"I'm glad you're alright my love."
❥ Venti
"Woahh! Oof-!"
You look to see Venti fall beside you. More like pretend as his timing was just after you tripped. You stare at him in confusion as he lets out an "embarrassed" giggle.
"Looks like we both tripped, ehe." He says as he slightly sticks his tongue out with a wink. You softly laugh at his words before you reach out for his hand pulling him to stand with you.
"I guess we both did."
"I suggest we hold hands to prevent further stumbling." Venti grins as his grip on your hand tightens.
❥ Xiao
The moment you fell to the ground Xiao quickly gathers you into his arms. Before you can protest in confusion you find yourself back to Wangshu Inn, your orbs meeting with with Verr Goldet as she stares at you both in shock.
"We request immediate assistance."
"Wait, Xia-"
"Now."
Verr shakes off her shock before rushing to prepare a room. You protest as you feel your cheeks heating up from the embassestment as onlookers look towards you both in curiosity. However, Xiao's grip on you only tightens as he stares down at you with a serious look on his face.
"You're hurt, stop moving."
You could only gulp in response before shyly trying to hide your face against his chest.
❥ Scaramouche/Wanderer
"Ouch"
You cry out in response as your knees scrape against the hard ground. Looking up your eyes meeting with Scaramouche's who just stares down at you blankly. Yet, is that a hint of a grin trying to creep on his face? Before you could comment he lets out a tired sigh.
"Get up"
You huff as you slowly stand up dusting off the dust that may have clung to your clothes, slightly wincing as your knees straighten. You see his indigo orbs flicker towards your knees as he reaches out to pull you by the arm slowly pulling you along towards a rock for you to sit.
"Sit, I'll see what I can do about them."
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servalisms · 4 months
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thinking about arranged marriage between kujou sara and kamisato!reader.......... sara, seeing for the first time what a family is really like when you both make the trip up to the kamisato estate. you make an effort to include her in your conversations, and though she’s a little awkward, she tries. takayuki had never allowed her to play with her adoptive siblings or any of the other kujou soldiers—roughly grabbing her by the arm so tightly she remembers tears stinging her eyes as he ranted to her about how she should not let such pointless things get in the way of her duty. but as she watches you mess around with your brother and lightheartedly tease your sister, she can’t help but think this is the furthest thing from pointless.
(an unfamiliar ache blooms in her chest; is this longing?)
sara, sharing a meal with someone for the first time. she’d been so, so isolated as a child, and even as a general, held to some impossible standard that no other mortal could reach. but you are her wife—her equal. so you sit next to her as you have breakfast, and you sit next to her again as you have dinner. you talk about the weather, about your brother, about your sister, about your work, and sara listens. she doesn’t hang on to each of your words; no, she cradles it tenderly against her chest, holds it in her battle-hardened hands and cherishes it.
(these are the words you only say to her. this is hers.)
sara who is so unbelievably touch-starved she doesn’t even realise it. her heart leaps into her throat the first time you take her hand in your own as you both stroll down the streets of hanamizaka on one of her rare days off—kamaji had to practically force her to take leave. you absently tug her along as you flit from shop to shop, and she waits patiently as you chat with ogura mio about new kimono designs. she sees your eyes linger on a dark purple, almost black silken cloth with golden highlights, and makes a mental note of it. the next morning she leaves the kujou estate before you wake, and heads straight to ogura’s shop to commission a kimono and yukata made from that very cloth. her coin purse ends up significantly lighter, but she can’t find it in herself to care.
(she pretends she doesn’t see the knowing look in ogura’s eye.)
sara being defended for the first time by you. harsh words and harsher hands are not unfamiliar to her—this is, after all, just how takayuki raised her. she has long since learned how to drown out the snide comments from the other nobles of the kujou clan who coveted her position or her prestige. she is used to it, really. but she can’t help the way her eyes widen by a fraction and her heart lurches in her chest again when you shoot an equally scathing response right back at the noble from over the rim of your teacup. she has been a protector for so, so long that she isn’t sure what to do with herself when you glance back at her, all while the noble fumes across the tatami mats. she just nods, and you offer her a smile, before commanding the nearby guards with all the authority of a general’s wife to remove the man from the premises.
(you squeeze her hand under the table and her throat tightens—is this what it’s like to matter?)
sara going to a festival for the first time with you. she’d only ever enjoyed these from the outskirts, watching the fireworks as a guard at her post instead of as a reveler. you bring her along hand in hand to try out all sorts of assorted street foods and festival games. the fireworks bloom in the sky like blazing flowers, and she watches as your hair tosses lightly in the wind. the light illuminates your face in hues of dancing gold, and for a moment she’s struck near senseless by the sight of you. you call her name, softly, and her heart trembles in her chest like a frightened bird. and then you kiss her, lips soft against her own and she’s melting into your touch. her wings burst out from her back, pulling a breathless giggle from you. sara blushes furiously, stammering out some excuse that you cut off by kissing her again.
(she doesn’t mind.)
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bahbzxxx · 4 months
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Venti x Airheaded! Windblume 🍃
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Imagine Venti is so in love with you, his Windblume(he has called you this at least 483848474 times) yet you are just so incredibly dense and air-headed, in the likes of an anemo slime. (even though he has been so, so PAINFULLY obvious about his pursuit for you…)
So, it takes him almost kidnapping you, taking you someplace…special, let’s say, maybe an underground cave, the spires of StormTerrors lair, etc…
And him, as he always does, taking out his trusty lyre. And then, performs a special poem- just as he already has done so, so many times before…
But this time, the “lyrics” are simply him explaining what exactly he would like to do to you in crisp, clear detail.
Everything.
(He even gives you a program- this piece is divided into 39 acts, all a minimum of 10 minutes each. He is benevolent enough to include printed lyrics and their translations)
You say this display is blasphemous of him? A bit foward? Brash?
(He agrees. Do you know how many kegs of dandelion wine it took him to be even barely inebriated enough to actually do this?)
But it wouldn’t have needed to be done if someone didn’t have the brain of an anemo slime!!!
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xiaoluvss · 2 days
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the pretty boy at the café. ₊˚⊹ ♡₊˚
— your favorite barista !
(barista!xiao & regular customer!reader)
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✧.* barista!xiao who was the barista you always saw each time you visited your favorite café, which you were a known regular in.
✧.* barista!xiao who you thought was extremely attractive from the first moment you saw him. his slender figure, slender hands when he worked, attractive yet stoic face, the piercings on his ears, and the way his uniform complemented his features so well . . you fell in love almost immediately.
✧.* barista!xiao who developed from 'a tiny crush' to a huge one where you started thinking about him every day.
✧.* barista!xiao who the more you'd visit, the more he'd start to notice you.
✧.* barista!xiao who was your favorite barista, and you, his favorite customer.
✧.* barista!xiao who eventually memorized the drink you'd always order from how often you'd come here . . memorizing what time you usually come by and then have the drink ready by the time you arrive. you were surprised (and flustered) when he himself handed you your drink before you even got to order.
✧.* barista!xiao whose co-workers started teasing him due to the slight difference in his attitude whenever you were in the café. now he was the one who was starting to develop a tiny crush on you.
✧.* barista!xiao who finds himself staring at you as you read a book in your table while he's making drinks or wiping down the counter. his co-workers usually notice this and nudge his side with a teasing smirk.
✧.* barista!xiao who's less nonchalant and cold towards you, seemingly having all his attention on you whenever you speak to him. you were really sweet . . and nice, and so perfect to him in his eyes.
✧.* barista!xiao who seems more agitated whenever you aren't visiting the café. he'd always seem to be much more gloomy when you aren't there.
✧.* barista!xiao who noticed you staring at his arms and hands one time, which caused the slightest smirk to appear on his face.
✧.* barista!xiao who you scolded one time, asking him to come closer with a worried look on your face as he seemed a bit tired. you took a closer look at his face and started scolding him, saying that he should rest more and that he shouldn't overwork himself. he actually listened to you, which was a rare thing for him to do with anyone else.
✧.* barista!xiao who puts little cat doodles (or doodles, in general) next to your name on the cups whenever you order, so that he could see that tiny smile of yours every time.
✧.* barista!xiao who'd keep each and every gift you'd give to him. he really appreciates you, he just won't show it. there's no way he'd admit that . . right?
✧.* barista!xiao who gifted a cute plush keychain to you, looking away with his cheeks tinted a light shade of pink. that became the first time he received a hug from you, and the moment he found out how good you actually smelled.
✧.* barista!xiao who can't hide his blush whenever he sees that exact keychain dangling on your bag when you enter the café. he remembers your hug each time he looks at it.
✧.* barista!xiao whose number you eventually found on a piece of paper taped to your drink's cup, with an 'add me?' written in neat handwriting. you found that he also added his instagram username at the bottom of the paper.
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AHHDHSKDSK WHEN HE'S COLD TO OTHERS BUT NOT TO YOUUU
anyways,, I'm on a roll now omg😭I've been posting so muchhh I just really hope you guys enjoy them ૮₍˶ ╥ ‸ ╥ ⑅₎ა
thankyu for taking the time to read my works !!
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throwaway-yandere · 2 years
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"Careful, He Bites." (Yandere!Kamisato Ayato/Reader)
A/n: Here ya go @busy-dadzawa-fish! I mean, this fic is technically a cat!ayato but, e h e. I hesitated on posting this tbh. Soldier, Poet, King seemed so light-hearted and nearly wholesome (especially Childe's POV), so I wanted to write a yandere story that had more of the Yan elements and not the Dere. (I also added a few details to make everyone miserable cause I need the s p i c e.) If you want a fluffy cat story please send another request! I'd be happy to do it! I promised I won't write some messed-up stuff lmao (I swear I'm not sadistic).
Unreliable synopsis: Cat ayato. But heavily based on nekomata myths and I've taken some major liberties after reading yokai.com over and over again--.
Cw: Yandere! Ayato. Signs of abuse. (Technically) Cannibalism. Japanese folklore in a modern setting. I doubt my writing is graphic and disturbing enough but if you find these topics sensitive please don't read the fic. Your mental health matters more, you matter more than some fic, kay? Please reach out if you are a victim of abuse.
Extra:
Itto's Side Story (happens before this fic)
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It's raining, and it's cold tonight.
The white cat's ears drooped. It wasn't fond of the rain. The rain often smeared the paws of its feet like spilled cyan ink. It didn't like how the mud sticks to its fur. The sound of raindrops wasn't all that pleasant for its ears either, especially when the place made it sound too loud for comfort.
Traveler...
The cat spoke in purrs. Not long ago, it broke free of its cage to pursue its beloved human. The human traveled a lot, but she was unable to take the cat with her. Unlike her, the cat cannot escape from its stifling responsibilities. It may provide the best services a domesticated cat could offer, but its heart ached for more. "A day in the life of a traveler" interested the cat, who wanted to know what it meant. The cat wished to know what "a day in the life of a traveler" meant. Her spirit was as free as the petals that travel into the wind, and the cat wanted to be blown away towards the path she threaded.
However, as expected, it only led the cat to an uncomfortable position. There is no shelter to be had in these half-abandoned urban streets. Barely any establishments considered adding covers above their sidewalks, instead, the only shade it could crawl under would be underneath the air conditioners.
It whined quietly. 
The only place which had a roof was the flower shop.
And it's the one place where it was told not to go to.
The "Sakura Bloom Flower Shop" stands out in its vibrant green and pink paint in contrast to the shallow and dilapidated stores around it. Not only does it outperform the competition in terms of appeal, but the floral scent also drowned out the smell of damp cement and trampled dirt. These two sensory factors were more persuasive than a sign or an advertisement, and the cat longed to enter. Depending on one's mood, this proud store amongst the rundown town could either bring hope or annoyance.
It heard a chime and looked up to see someone smiling.
... The cat seems to know you.
"Pssst, pssst. Come inside, little one." You called out with the door open. Raindrops began to move in splotches towards the store's entrance. You continued speaking under the assumption that it could understand you. "It's cold outside, is it not? Come, take shelter from the rain for the time being. Inside is warm, and I would not offer this if it were otherwise colder."
The feline arched its head. Your accent was quite a surprise to hear, especially in this area, and you pronounce words distinctly familiar to the Kansai dialect. Perhaps you were a village human who moved into the city-- judging how you managed the flower shop, it's easy to assume you worked the land as well.
... It wouldn't hurt to enter, right?
The cat reluctantly stepped inside.
You were an honest human. Your store was as warm as you made it out to be. It looked around and noticed a red beckoning cat figurine sitting on your counter instead of the usual gold one. Why would you bring a red maneki-neko to a store when gold figurines are typically considered charms for prosperous business?
"H-Here."
You gently placed a towel beside the cat. It stared, wondering why you wouldn't help the animal dry off and only observed it from afar.  
Even so, it appreciates your generosity. When it was smaller, humans refused to offer assistance to the cat since they believed white-furred cats harnessed the moon's spiritual energy for malicious intent. Humans are foolish most times, and perhaps it's biased to say you're not as bad--
The cat sneezed.
It was ashamed. Just right after you let it inside your cozy place, its body immediately did something involuntarily humiliating. It hoped that you wouldn't mind.
Instead, you covered your nose, mildly petrified. 
The cat shrank back. 
Oh no. Please don't kick it out. 
Did it just mess everything up?
It closed its eyes before you pulled something out of your bag.
The store bell rang once more.
"There you are, Himegimi."
A light-haired man entered the establishment. He shook and cast his soaked umbrella aside. You immediately recognized him upon first glance and gave him a shy wave, which he vaguely reciprocated. His eyes preyed on the cat that eased itself into the corner. 
His smile did not reach his eyes. 
"I've been looking everywhere for you, and this is where you chose to stay? After I told you to stay put?"
"G-Good evening, Ayato." You sniffed.
Like a mother dragging her kittens along, Kamisato Ayato scooped up the cat by the nape of its neck. You raised an eyebrow. You may be allergic, but you spent enough of your free time watching cat videos to know that that probably isn't the safest way to pick up a feline.
The cat went limp.
There is an array of things you didn't know about the "man" and his "pet" before you, and Ayato would most prefer for that to remain unchanged. He adores your naivety, and he will use it to his full advantage.
Nothing good will occur if you noticed the two anomalies behind his back. What you don't know can't hurt you.
"Allow me to extend my sincerest apologies, (Y/n)." His hand was elevated higher, and his eyes peered deeply into the cat's conscience. The cat dodged Ayato's cold glare as its small paws quivered a little.
The cat observed that you were carrying some tablets and tissue sheets after being raised higher. The cat was a little relieved because it had assumed you were bringing out a spray to scare it away before. Its anxieties didn't make sense. No kind human would shun a cat for sneezing.
"I didn't know my cat entered your establishment."
"T-This is your cat? A-Ah don't worry about it, Ayato." You laughed while dabbing a tissue on your runny nose. "The c-cah-cat isn't shedding, a-anyways. Your cat is well behaved, it's most definitely alright." 
"Oh no, I'll be sure she'll be on her best behavior from now on."
The small cat's eyes widened as it peered up at what was above your counter. A kagura bell wand was neatly tucked inside a wooden box. Based on how it was carelessly positioned on a table, you probably did not know about the catalyst's importance. You weren't aware it was a catalyst in the first place. 
Ayato hadn't noticed the bell yet and cooed. "This is no good. You're already having an allergic reaction."
You smiled softly back at the cat as if its presence was no danger to your wellbeing. 
You're allergic to cats? And you still let it inside?
Ayato pinched his nose and sighed. Someday, your indiscriminate kindness might kill you. "Seriously, (Y/N), I appreciate what you've done for this Himegimi but you ought to stop taking care of whatever poor animal you see. You didn't exactly win the genetic, err, bingo."
The cat, 'Himegimi', opened her mouth. Oh. That must be the reason why you had a red beckoning cat figurine instead. Prayers for good health matter more than gold.
"I took some antihistamines before I let it in, worry not." You folded the napkin nicely and threw it in the nearby trash can. Nobody commented on the large number of tissues hidden beneath the empty potato chip bag.
"In fact, I... feel rather drowsy at the moment because of it. Her name is Himegimi, right? Sorry, I must've mistaken that your cat was a boy. You spoke of it like it was handsome and elegant. I've forgotten that those words can complement a little princess."
Ayato smiled and his cheeks flared up. 
Handsome and Elegant.
"I have two cats... 'Yashiro' is my other cat. Is he not handsome?"
You chuckled and joked. "I cannot say. I've never met him."
Well, he's standing right in front of you.
"–I was not remotely aware you own two pets. You only ever talk about Yashi so quite the favoritism you have here. No wonder she ran away from home. Had my clan not been burdened with this illness I would've taken her in." You continued half-jokingly while averting your eyes. For someone who owns not one but two cats, you questioned how great of an owner Ayato is when he grabbed Himegimi by the nape moments ago.
Especially when Himegimi entered the store, limping.
He brought the cat closer to his face. Ayato nearly forgot "Himegimi" is hanging by his fingers.
Ayato deadpanned. "I'm actually a dog person."
"Sure. Cause you definitely smell like a dog person." You laughed again. Ayato grinned. He could never get enough of hearing that.
Ayato suddenly frowned. 
"But truly, (Y/n), I'm worried at how easily you animals and people things in. You know what happened to Kokomi."
"I'll be fine."
"You don't know that--"
"As I said," you rubbed the back of his unoccupied palm. "I'll be fine. You worry too much, Ayato."
It's a shame that these affectionate gestures are an expensive luxury. Every time you and Ayato shared a room you are required to take an allergy shot to ease some rashes since he's a self-proclaimed cat lover and he can't remove fur from his clothes no matter how hard he washes them. It's almost like he produces cat allergens himself. You teased about it before but he only gazed at you with glossy eyes. 
Ayato's breath hitched. Your hands. He never would've imagined it would be this warm. His face was heavy and overwhelmed, it was on the verge of melting away at any second. Your touch was incredibly delicate.
He wants to scratch and rip it to pieces–
Your gentle voice snapped him out of his trance. "If anything, I'm a bit embarrassed I cannot offer you anything for dinner. What I cooked tonight isn't the most palatable..."
Ayato hurriedly gulped and hoped that you haven't noticed that his human palms were sweating. He wished you wouldn't see past his platonic concern and notice his attraction towards you.
He looked up, tense. "Your signature too-salty ramen?"
You nodded bitterly.
Ayato slightly shrugged while he abruptly pulled his hand away. "I hate to brag but I'm a worse cook than you are."
The cat tilted her chin up and stared blankly at him. If he knew about his skills then he should stop forcing her and Thoma to play hotpot. 
"You sounded just like Itto." You shook your head.
The cat blinked.
Itto?
You sighed. "I suppose I'll act like Sara and insist that we should strive to be better at cooking instead."
"I doubt Ei and Miko were pleased to hear her lectures. Act like her and I'll be the same as them. You're better off being yourself. I like you for who you are." Ayato answered the last part earnestly, making you flustered over his shift in tone.
The cat's interest peaked. You naturally encountered a hinnagami, a kitsune, a tengu, and an oni? At this rate, you're most likely an onmyouji or at least someone who has the potential to become one. Onmyoujis can conjure divinations, therefore their fates are intertwined with the supernatural. No ordinary human would encounter yokai as though it's an everyday occurrence. Do you own a kagura bell wand for that reason?
Ayato noticed the cat staring at the table and their train of thought became one and the same. He grimaced.
"Why do you have that?"
Given that it is allegedly unusual for a florist to obtain a wand, the more reasonable queries would have been "where" or "how" did you get that, but Ayato panicked. Fortunately, you didn't seem to mind his somewhat insensitive question.
"Ah, this?" You unceremoniously picked up the bell. The bells chimed a melancholic tone as you shook them lightly.
The two flinched at the sound. The cat squeaked in pain before Ayato covered its mouth. 
"Yae gave it to me. She said it would help me dispel wraiths and unwanted yokai. I don't know where she gets such unfounded ideas, but I suppose her eccentric nature is part of her charm."
His elegant demeanor shattered. Ayato's hand slammed down the table while his knees bent back.
"T-That damn fox...!" Ayato's husky and frail voice spat at the bell in your hand.
Whoever gave that to you knows what they were doing. No ordinary human can use the bell as a catalyst. What on earth is that shrine maiden trying to accomplish?! He had suspicions that you're an onmyouji diviner and this confirmed it.
The best and worst part is that you still haven't noticed it yet.
You hummed. "Sorry, did you say something?"
"P-Put that down first." 
You flinched and did as commanded. "A-are you alright, Ayato? You sound ill."
Ayato whimpered and bit down his lip. Just hearing the bell drained him a month's worth of energy. Ayato needs to be fed. He paused and pondered over how he should react until he felt the cat yanking his shoulder.
Right, the "cats".
He grabbed the cat once more and gently patted her head. 
"I-I'm sorry, (Y/n). I have to go. I forgot the cats haven't eaten dinner yet." 
You pouted. "You look under the weather, my friend. Why don't you stay here a little wh--"
"I'm hungry."
He gritted his teeth and offered another cheap smile. It hurts for him to say it, but he needs to decline your offer.
"I'm very hungry."
Your will to look after him deterred. Your too-salty ramen isn't the best way to sate his and his cats' hunger, albeit it would probably give them health complications. Unbeknownst to you, that isn't what Ayato was worried about. You chuckled nervously.
"Understood." You opened the door and helped him carry his umbrella.
"Enjoy your dinner!"
Ayato grinned. "Y-You too!" 
You're so sweet. You didn't need to say it. He will. And he's growing impatient.
Especially when the cat dragged in quite a generously sizeable meal.
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It's raining outside.
Shikanoin Heizou hated the rain.
Everything that happened in his life that was incredibly unlucky did so while it rained. When he said goodbye to his business partner Sango, it started to rain. When his companion admitted to being a phony, it started to rain.
And as his main suspect bashed him in the head from behind, it started to rain.
But it didn't rain when he first woke up inside a cramped cage. Perhaps the blow was harder than he thought because Heizou mistook the sounds he heard for drizzles. Reality was far crueler, however.
What woke him up was the echoing blood that dropped from hanged dissevered limbs.
Uncharacteristically, aspiring Detective Heizou did not jump for clues, instead, his attention was locked on the petrified girl beside him. He nearly failed to identify her.
So much had been deprived. Her commercial mermaid appearance aged to reflect a traditional deep sea siren, with gills and scales ripped apart. There was no vitality left in Sangonomiya Kokomi. His mind was plagued by the sight of her emaciated cheeks and fish-like eyes. Now, she looked like the shell of her former self. 
Kokomi was trapped in this eerie basement before Heizou arrived. She was exceedingly popular, especially among varsity men who applaud her sports tactics. Her connections don't matter anymore. Nobody will come. The sharp, burning sensation where her leg used to be is a painful reminder of that. Only false hope and confidence held her bones together.
At least when Heizou gazed away, the strong fragrance of wisteria drowned her amputated leg's foul odor. Your flowers smelled better than oxygenated blood. Heizou is unsure of whether he should consider that luck. He won't focus his senses with more forebodings of death. When Heizou saw a blue eyeball roll to the other side of the room after the corpse failed to keep it intact, he knew Kokomi didn't come without a friend.
It doesn't take a genius to piece out that the half-eaten limbs dripping down the table were Gorou's. He simply didn't dare to ask about the victim and culprit. And even if he did, he doubt Kokomi would give him an answer the great detective didn't already know.
They both sat motionless. They had no idea that their final moments would be spent together confined in a small dog cage. Gingerly, his stick fingers ran through her scalp while she rested on his shoulder. Kokomi's blood trickled down his pants, but he pretended not to feel it.  The dying girl felt relief under his tender touch. They had no sense of time, yet they still awaited this hard day's end. And Kokomi, hoarse and frail as her voice already is, spoke of the future brightly.
"This is not so bad..." Kokomi leaned her weight more on Heizou's arm. Her breathing is slow and far from deep, and her forceful grip on Heizou's arm grazed like a feather's. "Take heart... With (Y/n)'s flowers... We'll have a peaceful..." It pained for her to speak, so Heizou didn't let her finish.
Even in such a moment of despair, Kokomi still thought of her best friend with great endearment.
You have great friends.
You had great friends.
Bile rose to his throat. He lacked the courage to counter that his intuition screamed otherwise. Heizou, a criminal justice student, hoped he could strangle her to give her the sweet release of death. But to his anguish and relief, there was no need to taint his hands, and blood loss caught up to her like a broken hourglass.
Miss Sangonomiya Kokomi was gone. The future she predicted never came. And surely, her family would grieve for their daughter and her varsity team will miss their manager.
".... Man alive." He uttered his catchphrase. It was painfully ironic.
Heizou cradled her corpse for hours, denying the facts for his sanity. She was cold and damp. The stains in his pants reached oxidation until she also stopped bleeding out. The cage had never felt smaller and claustrophobic.
He waited for something to kill him. He waited for his turn.
And then he heard screaming from upstairs.
"I don't have to explain every little thing, Ayaka! You're old enough to know that you should just listen-- If you would JUST listen!" 
Heizou chuckled lifelessly. The voice belonged to Kamisato Ayato. Who else would it be?
It's regrettable that Heizou stepped right into his trap rather than catching his suspect. Heizou had suspicions about the individual because he had no presence in public records or social media, yet Kamisato Ayato appeared right at home within the campus' crowd. Heizou's intuition never lied.
But he didn't expect that his target was a yokai.
Heizou had a gut feeling, yet he willfully ignored it. The urge to devour human meat does not come naturally from sane people, but the same cannot be said for the supernatural. He initially thought you were responsible for the disappearances. The majority of the victims, including Gorou and Kokomi, who went missing were from your friend circle. But you were allergic to cats, Heizou saw your reactions first hand, and the pieces of evidence were usually embedded with--
The door to the basement opened. 
Ayato emerged from the shadows and dropped a white-haired cat without consideration. His volume was lower as he spoke. "Fine. If I must spell everything out for you, I will." 
Cat hair.
Heizou curiously watched the cat-- the bakeneko-- shudder in fear as her brother untactfully dragged something heavy across the floor. Ayato didn't seem to notice that Heizou was awake or that Kokomi had died. He didn't even care about the half-eaten Gorou sloppily decaying on his table. His human fingers were far more occupied wrapping around another deceased woman's high ponytail. 
The victim had blue-gray eyes underneath her light blue bangs. Heizou had never seen that woman on campus or in the basement before. The woman appeared to be younger than them-- likely a senior high school girl. Her girlish red ribbons gave it away. Her appearance is uncannily similar to Ayato's. One thing to note was that nekomatas can take the appearance of their former masters. And Heizou had a bad feeling that Ayato stole her brother's identity.
"Right after you eat."
He threw the corpse in front of the cat.
The cat, Himegimi or more truthfully "Kamisato Ayaka", breathed in sharply.
This was the second time her brother offered a woman's corpse. It wasn't as if bakenekos and nekomatas are unable to digest what regular cats eat. Her brother invites her to partake in human flesh, if only so that she will be able to shape-shift into one more easily. Ayaka is not particularly talented in transfiguration, it would take years to master without the proper diet. And this was the solution her brother offered. 
Human corpses.
"Don't worry, she was already dead when I found her."
Heizou and Ayaka didn't question him. The corpse was littered with month-old scars, and in the dark, their skin appeared discolored. Heizou assumed the woman had drowned, and Ayato had gone to retrieve her shortly after she died.
That was a scene Ayato liked. He grinned broadly when he observed the woman fumbling about in the hope that the boy on the bridge would reach for her hand. But honestly, was he ever obliged to set free what is essentially a great opportunity?
Based on her body's bruises, the deceased must've handled her brother's disappearance poorly. It must've been incredibly painful for her to see her missing brother in her final moments.  
If Ayaka could just master taking this woman's form, then they could abandon their yokai lives. They could live their lives as human siblings, and no one would bat an eye. If she could just do what she was been told, then Ayato would've had you in his arms.
The two yokai jolted as they heard Heizou banging inside his small cage.
"YOU BASTARD!!!"
Heizou screamed, raspy and full of hatred. It was all he can do. However, his emotions were foreign to them, and they did not reach yokai. The nekomata laughed.
"Ah, so you're finally awake. How marvelous. A pleasant evening to you, Detective Heizou." He replied sardonically. "Hah. From detective... to victim."
Heizou bit his tongue and let his anger simmer. There is nothing he can rebut with when the truth hurts more. Shikanoin Heizou ceased speaking for the remainder of the evening, for now.
Ayato caught a glimpse at the body beside him. "Hmm. It appears that she's already spoiled. Pity. I would've saved this woman from drowning if you just ate Miss Sangonomiya, my dearest sister. Wasting food... I'm almost sure that human mothers give punishment for that."
Ayaka gulped as she relives the pain of kneeling on salt in her most excruciating memories.
A bakeneko living with her nekomata sibling is torture.
He is doing this out of love. He would not be infuriated if that wasn't the case. This was the norm of their family's culture. Kamisato Ayato would not let two innocent women die if he didn't love his stupid, weak, little bakeneko sister.
He hissed. He did not like the pathetic look on her face.
Kamisato Ayato was normally not akin to a savage beast. He believes that he and his sister must carry themselves with elegance at all times, even when their actions are deemed immoral. When partaking in human flesh, he cuts and boils them into a nice pot with his handpicked eccentric seasonings. He refuses to eat until his friend Thoma had tenderized their meat and had their bones discarded. But he had grown hungry and impatient. 
After you carelessly chimed the kagura bells, Kamisato Ayato had grown more restless.
Everything that went down tonight is your fault.
"Did you not wish to walk at her pace? Did you not long to run and bury your head on top of that dandelion human's shoulder? Did you not wish to travel alongside her?"
She is aware that her brother is distorting events to make it appear as though she was the one who yearned to be a human. Because the love of his life, you, cannot survive around animals like her, Ayato took the whole truth and poured some out. She is a liability as a bakeneko, after all, and yet...
Ayaka sobbed. She sobbed because she knew the answers to these questions. She sobbed because she knew the lengths she would go through for her favorite human as well.
And she was repulsed by the whole truth.
Ayato violently grabbed his sister's face. Her snot ran down his palm whilst he pinched her mouth open. 
Ayaka resigned to her fate.
"You want to see Lumine again, don't you?"
... Yes.
"Then eat."
And she took a bite.
It's a major shame, truly, that Kamisato Ayaka never found out that the dandelion human was her brother's first meal.
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yecju · 6 months
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fucking into his cute, pretty boy-cunt . . watching him squirm and mewl, practically shrieking when your thumb goes to his sensitive clit and begins to rub his cute nub. and then there’s the “good boy” that slips from your mouth, making him cum almost instantly around your cock. you just feel so good inside him and your praise makes him go dumb ):
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AETHER, Heizou, Xiao, Wanderer, Tighnari, [ M! ] Ganyu
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d-thwish · 6 months
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after the mondstadt archon quest:
traveler: venti, how will we ever find you next time we visit?
venti: just call my name, and the breeze will carry it to me~
traveler: ...
venti: ...
traveler: we'll look for you in the nearest tavern
venti: yeah that's probably right
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adventures-in-teyvat · 8 months
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genshin on a minecraft smp
there was this prompt on reddit i saw asking what the characters would be like on an smp and this was what i came up with :) really silly and fun, i actually really enjoyed thinking about this
yoimiya is the redstone maniac, and she’d probably help klee build really complex tnt contraptions to grief the server
diluc is the mob farmer; builds the entire structure and spends literally all his time farming and enchanting. probably also enslaves the villagers
klee builds a zoo but the only thing inside of it is creeper exhibits
nahida’s the gardener, kaveh probably helps her build automatic farms and all the cool shit
bennett dies all the time—falling into lava after just having found diamonds, a bunch of creepers snuck up on him, etc etc. he can literally never progress in the game because he loses everything and anything he builds gets exploded by creepers (or klee)
xingqiu is just the little shit who steals stuff and does small bits of griefing. im also convinced that he and fischl would be writing a roleplay script for the server and forcing everyone else to comply
nilou is just sweet and happy, she just wants to build a pretty home and get along with everyone :) she’s the one who always helps others out no matter what, whether they need food, weapons, armor, or blocks, she almost always has something to help, and if she doesn’t then she’d be willing to help you get it.
wanderer grinds everything by himself and completely ignores everyone. might even try to beat the dragon by himself too. xingqiu and fischl explain him in the lore as the rude old man who no one ever sees, but occasionally he will grant luxurious gifts to anyone he deems mildly tolerable. the only people who have ever received such gifts are sayu and layla because they do jack shit and are afk most of the time, and he thinks it’s funny.
venti is the first one with elytra. cons yoimiya into giving him all her fireworks. farms music discs
albedo and sucrose are predictably the ones with all the potions. they’ve also scoured the nether; they know it better than anyone else, and they make all the ice bridges for quick nether travel.
layla and sayu are always the ones asking to sleep first—if he is online, there will be a following “fuck you” from diluc, as he is the server’s resident mob farmer and batman kinnie
alhaitham refuses to participate in the “lore” because “fuck you” (fischl cries) (xingqiu demands a duel, for thou hast made his fair lady shed a tear) (alhaitham obliterates him and goes on with his day)
xiangling forces chongyun to share a house with her because the only thing she wants to do is make a farm and kill animals and throw food at everyone and thats literally it. she’s probably really frustrated there aren’t more elaborate meals to make. forces chongyun to build the house and mine and get armor and weapons and literally anything that doesn’t have to do with food (xingqiu visits sometimes to say hi to xiangling and then bully chongyun). she probably also mooches off of nahida and kaveh’s automatic farms
cyno is immediately elected chief of police in the “lore” (the only other people on this “police force” are xiao and heizou)
xiao is completely serious about his job, heizou is not. cyno is a mix of the two. basically all they do is show up occasionally and act really intimidating (or, in heizou’s case, flirt with everyone). yanfei (the judge in the lore) is sick of them for wrongfully incarcerating innocent people over and over again
tighnari and collei have an ACTUAL zoo that isn’t just full of creepers
diona lives with diluc and literally the only thing she does is breed cats, she has so many that it lags the server if you walk into the chunk, so the “police” have sometimes had to stop by and make her spread them out. she’ll comply but then the next day there will be even more cats because she does everything out of spite. also steals everyone’s nametags. she is a convicted felon, charged with multiple accounts of armed robbery, assault, and intentional failure to comply with the wishes of the server, which resulted in harm to one or more players or the entire server (it nearly becomes unplayable because of all the cats so they ban her)
zhongli terraforms the shit out of everything
dori creates a monopoly off of some resource by taking all of it in the vicinity and anywhere remotely nearby so that if someone didnt want to buy it from her they’d have to run thousands of blocks away
fischl builds the entire castle from last year’s summer event, crowns herself prinzessin, and appoints her knights (kaeya, mika, jean, bennett, razor) who start to have beef with the police and then there’s a war and then it gets resolved by klee and yoimiya blowing everything up
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jokarlekin · 23 days
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So uh. I wrote a mahoako fanfic. About Nemo and Matama.
And I’m sorry about the name 😭
There, take this Nemo in a shark onesie as an apology !
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You cannot stop me from calling her a shark. This girl looks like one. I mean, her TEETH ? The little RHYME she sang about sharks when she was a kiddo ? HER FUCKIN NAME OF A CLOWNFISH ?? (I now her name references the anemones flowers, I just love to mention Finding Nemo)
NEMO SPIRIT ANIMAL IS A SHARK CHANGE MY MIND
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monettsuki · 1 month
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A Fallen Star
Valentines special🩵
Lynette x fem!reader
AU in which Y/N is also a stage assistant and the one doing the tank trick that Lynette has done in the game
warnings: angst (ofc), slight description of death
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Evening
Court of Fontaine
Opera Epliclese
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The curtains have been lifted to reveal the three stars of tonight's show - Lyney, Lynette and Y/N. The third was the newest member of the troupe, aquired after the events which led to the Iudex becoming the ruler of Fontaine after Furina had left the throne.
Y/N was trained by Lynette herself after meeting her after a show and then their friendship blossoming into love and thus Lynette offered Y/N to join the troupe, thinking that a partner on the stage wouldn't hurt.
So there the three were, in front of the audience that had once again paid to watch them do their tricks, either out of admiration or out of curiosity to see the third member on stage again. Being a new member led to a plethora of new questions the audience in the beginning, also to Charlotte asking demanding to get an interview with you and Lynette, the relationship having been out of any prying eyes until your stage appearance.
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This time around on the stage would be a number which the Fontaine audience has seen it all before but having been performed by Lynette in the past, but now it would be performed by Y/N , which meant that she she would be put in the water tank, and then expected to get out.
Lynette had begged her darling to not try it because she was too inexperienced for it - yes she has trained for over six months or even more that that but it also didn't mean that she was experienced enough to attempt such thing. But alas, being stubborn and wanting to prove that in fact she was good at her job and to prove to Lynette that no matter what happened if there was anything dangerous that would need someone to actually do it, then it wouldn't be Lynette.
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Y/N was lowered in the tank, having chains tied to both her legs which were not tied to the floor or anything, just kept her ankles encased and limited her movement slightly. Lynette and her exchanged small smiles before she sank, and Lynette closed the lid , wishing that this trick would go well.
But the question was if it actually will? There was uncertainty building up in both Lynette and Y/N, the doubt that everything will go smoothly was growing by the second and it wouldn't leave them both.
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She had about three minutes of air, in which she had to find a key between the grates at the bottom of the tank with which she would unlock her shackles and would ultimately get out.
But that didn't end up happening.
Which ended up happening was that tragedy stuck in the way that the chain which held the shackled together had gotten stuck between the grates, when she was trying to find the key, which kept slipping out of her grasp until she noticed that she wasn't able to move around in the slightest,being stuck a pinned point only due to the chain getting stuck.
Panic started coursing through her, slightly trashing around trying to drag the chain out of the small space it was stuck into. That was noticed by Lyney and Lynette which led to a complete panic in them too, Lynette rushing to the top of the tank, thinking that she would be able to help her lover.
The shut door wouldn't budge.
It was stuck maybe from a mechanism being affected by rust or just being shut in the wrong way but the most important thing is that it wasn't budging in the slightest, no matter how much she would try. And the last resort was to call someone to pry it open as Lyney had tried to open it as well but due to the absence of their visions meant that they couldn't just burn their way in doubtful if that would even work.
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At this point the audience was panicking as well seeing how the performer - you - was still trying to achieve the goal of being free with little success and the seconds trickled down until your demise, a death which would end up in you being consumed by the very water you were supposed to escape.
Lynette slumped against the door of the tank, not wanting to go down and see your lifeless body, floating still in the calm water, still having the chain caught on the rails.She couldn't cry, being in shock as the curtains finally fell down, obstructing the view of what happened from the viewers.In the end the audience still thought that you were alive and that it was just part of the show for you to be like that, not that your lungs had filled with water while you made a futile attempt to get the chain out of the rails and the key being long lost beneath the rails at the bottom of the tank.
Eventually your body had been taken out of the water, Lynette hanging onto your lifeless body as if to reassure herself that you were still alive. Even if your body was icy cold and your heart wasn't beating anymore, eyes closed in a peaceful fashion as if you were just in a deep sleep and not that Celestia had taken your soul back to the bowels of life's creation.
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Your funeral had happened in two days time, the twins and Freminet were there, Arlechinno watching from the distance,thinking of a way to make Lynette happy. Lynette brought you rainbow roses,a last "I love you" as she put them last over your lifeless body. She watched as your coffin was lowered and then covered with dirt, the headstone being put and she put once again a bouquet of rainbow roses, making sure to be the last to leave.
But she wasn't the one to leave last, Arlechinno watching from the shadows. Watching Lynette leave still being in a state where she could barely move from your grave without glancing back the whole time, as if Celestia would be a kind soul and bring you back. But that would never happen, nothing could bring you back. To Lynette that is,but to Arlechinno maybe it was an opportunity to let someone else try a new thing and maybe make Lynette happy in the end.
But until then she will visit your grave almost everyday, bringing rainbow roses, as a statement of her love to you.
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elitelisa · 2 years
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!!GENSHIN HEIZOU LEAKS!!
I’m going insane
THE WAY HE MOVES HOLY
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the-original-skipps · 7 months
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|| AN3MO BOYS WHEN YOU KISS THEIR HAND. ||
I semi returned from the dead. Have I told you how much I’m obsessed with genshin?! Wanted to get back into writing so here I am. Apologies for the oocness this is the first time I’m ever writing then. Lemme know if ya want more!
Nevertheless Enjoy.
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❥ Heizou
As you gently place a kiss upon his hand. Your eyes widen at the sudden motion of Heizou pulling you towards him until your faces were merely inches apart. His green orbs sparkling with mischief within.
"Don't forget my lips." he says smoothly as his eyes gazes towards your lips.Waiting patiently for you to make the next move. You could only gulp before slowly closing your eyes to close the gap. Heizou then deepens the kiss as he places his other hand upon your warm cheek. After a while he pulls away, lightly chuckling at your cherry red face.
❥ Kazuha
"Now, this is a most welcome surprise."
Kazuha smiles fondly at your actions, his bandaged hand in yours.His thumb caressing your palm gently before flipping your hand over and pulling it towards his own lips. You can feel your breath catch in your throat as you see his scarlet orbs interlocking with yours.
"My beautiful eyes, you have my love, I can get endlessly lost in them."
Words flow just as easily as the kiss you placed upon him.
❥ Venti
"Oho?"
Venti swoons as he places his other hand to his forehead. "Be still my racing heart..!" He exclaims, causing you to let out a laugh softly at his exaggerated response.
Before you could pull your hand away from under his, he reaches forward to your other hand bringing them close to his face. He places multiple quick kisses to your hands making sure his lips have covered them all. Before trailing his lips upwards to your arm.
"That tickles."
You giggle as his lips trail from your hand, to your arm, across your shoulder and towards the neck before resting on your cheek. Your cheeks warm as he pulls away only to smile brightly towards you.
❥ Xiao
"What is the m-meaning of this?"
Xiao tries to keep his voice steady as he feels his face warming at the touch of your lips to his hand. Yet he doesn't try to pull his hands away from yours. A smile forms on your lips at his appearance.
"Just wanted to kiss your pretty hand."
"Hmph, you humans..." The words die down before he can finish his sentence as his hand grips yours gently, eyes locked on your intertwined hands. Pulling your hand so that you can stand closer to him.
❥ Scaramouche/Wanderer
Scaramouche freezes as your lips make contact with his hand. You peer up only to see surprise reflected within his orbs expecting him to pull away instantly. He looks like he wants to say something but is holding back.
"A kiss for a pretty boy." You whisper against his skin, his eyes slightly widening before turning into a glare.
"Tch.."
He pulls his hand away, a burning sensation to where you placed your lips upon. Looking away as he pulls his hat down to cover his reddening cheeks.
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it-happened-one-fic · 11 months
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Wait For Me - Kazuha
Author Notes: I don't actually have a song I listened to for this fic. This fic actually came about while I was pondering the various difficulties that might occur if one were in a relationship with a guy like Kazuha after reading headcannons. This fic is also quite old. In fact, I wrote this fic before I wrote my other Kazuha fic. Anyhow, reader is gender-neutral in this fic. I hope you enjoy!
Type: Fluff/ romantic/ teensy bit of angst but it's alright
Word Count: 642
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Townspeople always talked. Gossiping about this or that. It wasn’t odd to hear about how a couple from two villages over had recently eloped, or how so-and-so was drinking again and, “Oh his poor wife! I don’t know how she stands it.”
Gossip wasn’t strange or anything to be concerned about. But it was certainly a great deal more awkward when the hottest gossip revolved around you and a certain young man who’d been gone for months on end now.
“Do you suppose he’ll ever come back? He’d be a fool to leave someone that nice here and waiting!”
“Well, even if he does come back he’ll probably just leave again. Carried by the breeze that boy. They never should have messed with him to begin with!”
It was a conversation that seemed to constantly be circling around the town you called home and awaited his return to. Some days it was annoying, other days it was worrying.
What if they were right? What if he never returned? And if he did return, how long would he stay? 
Such questions rolled around in your head and threatened to consume you on the worst of days. 
The one accusation the village folks made that never caused you worry was the one about whether or not he loved you. 
Because when he at last returned, as he’d done just today, and looked at you with those red eyes so full of love and affection you knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Kaedehara Kazuha loved you dearly.
And the people of the village knew it when they saw it too. Because when he was here the only comments made regarding the two of you were wistful sighs about what a perfect match you were and how lucky you were to have found such a man.
“Young love is so sweet, I remember when my husband looked at me that way.”
“And he’s so open about it! He doesn’t shy away from showing them his affection at all! They are really so lucky, the two of them.”
Such was the talk of the village while he was here, and it would stay that way until he left. Because that was how it always was.
You exhaled quietly, shuddering in the cool, salty breeze coming in off the ocean as it toyed with your hair. His arm fell gently over your shoulders, blocking some of the chilly wind and providing you with a modicum of warmth. 
Warmth that would disappear the moment he left.
“How long are you going to be here this time?” It was a question you hadn’t entirely wanted to ask, but needed to hear the answer too. You needed to know how long you had in this blissful period before he left and you were alone once more.
He looked down at you, and a solemn look appeared on his face, as if he could read your thoughts. He gazed at you silently for a moment before tugging you closer and tucking you up against him, “It will be a while yet. Beidou is taking care of things in Liyue harbor and she said it would take a while.”
You nodded, leaning against him and relishing in his closeness, “And then you’ll go with them?”
He hummed, staying silent for a brief moment before at last looking you in the eyes, “Yes.”
You silently stared at each other, letting the sea breeze continue to toy with your hair as you basked in each other's presence. It wasn’t long till his gaze had softened and he spoke once more. His voice filled to the brim with affection, “Will you wait for me?”
A smile graced your features and you nodded, “Of course.”
Of course you would. You always would. Because Kazuha was worth it. He always had been, and always would be.
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albenyx · 1 year
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The one that got away
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character — venti x fem!reader
warnings — grammatical errors, typos, not proofread, reincarnation au, angst, slight comfort?, inspired by the venti ship w a friend's oc in a dc server i'm in c:
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It was a shame, to run out of time in the past.
Just remembering how you died had Venti wincing and his mood going down immediately, knowing he could've saved you. He could of done something, yet he stood there frozen and watched as you get your life taken away from you.
He was the Anemo Archon, was he not? He was an Archon. He could have stopped it, he could have prevented the incident from happening. He could have done something to lengthen your life span.
How interesting. Venti? Falling in love? He never guessed he'd experience such thing, he was always the watcher, the audience. Never the main spotlight, never the one to experience. And yet... there he was... way off his ambitions, falling in love deeper by the minute.
Falling in love with a creation who couldn't even feel emotions.
Heh.
And then it was ruined, every single little dream crushed when his beloved's body dropped to the ground.
'It's unfair.' He thinks, with how he lived while you didn't. A former God, cursing his immortality... wishing for the sweet release of death.
But at the same time... he thinks, he knows, he deserves it. He deserves to live with the guilt, the mistake and the regret for eternity. He does not deserve to be relieved, to be at ease, not when he had a fault, or at least that's what he thinks. A punishment.
Years, centuries, decades had passed.
And he's still there, still stuck in the past, with the same feeling, same memory. The first time Venti hasn't let something go, the first time he stayed stuck into something.
And as he slides open the door he assumes to be his club's door, he is greeted by the sight of you.
His the one that got away.
Oh, you looked so... beautiful. Just like the day he lost you.
'My cecilia.'
He missed you.
And when you bolted up from your seat and turned to look at him who stood just at the door, your eyes full with the look of unknown. Like you've never met him before yet something was familiar. If it weren't for Venti's composed nature, he would of crumbled just by seeing you again.
Finally. After centuries.
'Welcome back.'
“Sorry? May I ask who you are and what you are doing here?”
His heart aches, snapping back to reality. Of course, you wouldn't know nor remember him. You wouldn't know of what happened in the past, and... somehow, Venti was okay with that. For you to live a life with no knowledge how much you had to suffer just so you could please your creator, to be seen and heard by her...
'It's better this way.'
He thinks, and then he flashes you a smile—unsure if you can even see him in this life for you were blind in the past. “Apologies for the intrusion, it wasn't my intentions to startle you. I'm...” He pauses, hesitating.
Does he even deserve to be known by you?
In this life?
After his mistake?
Does he deserve to be blessed by your presence once more?
Questions. So many questions he shook off, not wanting you to wait longer for his introduction. “I'm Venti. Apologies, I sort of... forgot my bands practice room.” He gives a sheepish smile, remembering his band mates were once the people he gifted an anemo vision to.
A feeling of hope swirled inside Venti when he sees a look of familiarity in your eyes, then that hope disappearing hearing your next words. “5wirl, right? I am sorry, but I don't know where's their practice room too. You found the wrong person to ask.”
He inwardly sighed, of course. You won't remember. It's not impossible yet the possibility of you recalling who he was and what you two once had... it was quite small.
He plans to avoid you, to not destroy your happiness. And yet he still stood there at the door, a look of concern on his face when he notices a slight look of sadness in your eyes.
He noticed. He always did.
“It's alright, I was just planning on practicing alone anyway. If it's not too rude to ask.. Are you alright? You just looked sad, and it's none of my business but I just want to uh... make sure?” He inwardly winced at his choice of words as he looked at you, nevermind his choice of words. He wanted to make sure you were alright.
Just like how he did back then.
“You just met a random person in a dark and empty school. First reactions is to be scared. Aren't you scared?” You leaned back on your chair with a small smile towards his way and he's sure he could feel his heart flutter at the sight of it. “Hm. You're weird.”
“Hm?” Your words catch his attention, crossing his arms as he leaned on the door frame with a smile. “I dont know. Should I be scared of you?”
No. No matter how much you were hated, you were misunderstood and seen as the villain... Venti was never afraid of you.
“Should you be? We're just strangers and schoolmates. Don't you think you should be alarmed around people than be so carefree with them?” You hum as you tapped your fingers on the desk, looking like you were expecting something happening. “Hm.. No, not to you at least.” He shrugged, his smile slightly widening when he hears you chuckle. 'Precious.'
“You trust me so easily. You don't even know who am I, yet.” His tight-lipped smile fully widens hearing your words, a slight pang in his heart remembering only he remembered.
'I do. I do know you.'
“Ah. Is that so? I don't think I trust people easily.” As long as you're happy. He won't mind if he'll carry this regret alone.
“What makes me different?” You turn your chair around to smile at him. “Do invite yourself in. You might get tired standing there, I am not one to turn away guests.”
A smile. Something you had never gave him back then, it felt new. Relieving to see you, it felt... wonderful. To see you feel, to have emotions and know about them now.
And then the longing feeling in his heart returns once more, “Hm, not sure. But you're different in a good way.” Venti accepts your invite and walks in the room, taking a chair for himself to sit on as he faced you.
Just this once.
Just this once allow him to indulge in this longing feeling. To see you, look at you once more. To admire you up close once again.
'Once. Just this one time.' He promises to himself as both of you settle in a comfortable conversation. Something both of you never had time with back then.
'We didn't really have any time back then, didn't we?'
It would be a wonderful part to add on the story 'The Anemo Archon and The Puppet'. A story with two people, having a timer that ran out quicker than they expected.
Such story... It was interesting to Venti, to see that someone wrote about it and it has been one of the legends, a heartbreaking 'love story' as some mortals would call it.
And what they didn't know was that the story had it's continuation, in a new life.
The Anemo Archon's love for the creation endured even after her passing and reincarnation, yet the cruel twist of fate left him admiring from a far with a longing heart.
Star-crossed lovers. That's what you and him were. Out of touch, out of time.
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special mention: @sevynnee ;)
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A study of Allogenes and their shared traits with their vision.
The ones blessed with Pyro are passionate, energetic. They know what they want and they go for it like the all-consuming flame they represent. Look at Miss Klee of Mondstadt, her chaos knows no bounds and her love of explosions is… troublesome to say the least.
Those who have been graced with the power of Cryo are secretive, lonely. They don't fit in, standing at the fringes of polite society like those left out in the cold. Lady Kamisato Ayaka, the ever-graceful eldest daughter of the Kamisato clan, stands on a dias elevated away from the people and stares jealously as they live their lives unrestricted.
The ones who wield the power of Anemo are consistent, they persevere. When everything is said and done, they will still be there, same as always; for the wind never changes. The Vigilant Yaksha has spent thousands of years protecting Liyue fiercely from demons- both outside and inside.
Those who are touched by the power of Geo are steadfast, confident. They know their path and, as immovable as the earth, they walk it no matter what comes their way. See diligent Noelle, who works as a maid for the Knights of Favonius in hopes she will one day join their ranks.
Those who are gifted in the power of Hydro are loyal, loving. They love who they are loyal to and they will be whatever the one they love needs; be it hurricane or lagoon. Take Tartaglia as an example. He stands as the epitome of a storm- violent, destructive, and ultimately, short-lived.
They who have been bestowed the power of Electro are proud, unique. They create their own path with their chin up high; for when lightning strikes, it cares not what others think. Cyno, the General Mahamatra embodies this trait as he hunts down those who would break the Academia's rules.
The ones who have been bequeathed the power of Dendro are settled, comfortable. They have made their home and will stay; for a plant is not easily uprooted. Young Kirara, of Komaniya Express notoriety, has made the entirety of the human realm her home and strives to know more about it every day.
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trick or treating w genshin boys? like ik it's September but hehe 🎁🎃
|| anon ily thank you for giving me yet another excuse for genshin content, and if you want some specific characters that i didn’t write here i’d be happy to write more!! ||
-> venti, kazuha, xiao, heizou x gn! reader
-> halloween with the boys!!
-> reblogs, requests, comments actually help me get more exposure! likes don’t! please be considerate and don’t just like and move on! likes do literally nothing for me!!
-> a few mentions of food
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VENTI •
one day he’ll normalize celebrating halloween all year round. one day. as childish as he is, venti actually really enjoys taking the mondstadt kids around the few small towns in the area to trick or treat! and just so happens, this year he invited you to go with him too. the two of you make a group costume for you, him, klee, and diona. the latter not being as enthusiastic about someone who isn’t her father taking her trick or treating. eventually that bitterness goes away and she just has fun with the rest of the group. by the end of the night, you and venti had to carry the two children back to their homes because they were both passed out. by the time you got home, it was at least two in the morning. all in all, a fun halloween <3
KAZUHA •
he’s definitely the type of person who, initially, doesn’t want to go trick or treating. eventually you had convinced him, and he ends up having way too much fun with it. he gets a silly costume, a matching candy bucket, and the two of you end up staying out till the sun rises. though, by the end of the night half the candy bucket is empty because he wouldn’t stop taking the peanut butter cups. every few minutes you’d see him reaching back into the candy bucket to grab another candy, and playfully roll your eyes every time he glances at you with his mouth full of candy.
XIAO •
doesn’t even know what halloween is.
“why would someone dress up in a one time use costume and…go door to door asking for candy?…not that i’m not willing to try it, if you wanted to…”
he gets a simple costume, the other adepti (+ shenhe) see him out and about with you and laugh to themselves over it. the vigilant yaksha, conqueror of demons, xiao himself, putting on a silly costume on a holiday only humans celebrate just to make his lover happy? it’s both absurd and hilarious at the same time.
HEIZOU •
mf dresses as a detective. even if he already is one there is no stopping him. and he definitely goes trick or treating every year, no doubt about it. he may be a professional detective, but it’s not like he spends halloween cooped up in his home watching murder mystery movies all night, he did it once and regretted it bc he didn’t get any candy.
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