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galazry · 6 months

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Till Death Do Us Part

pairing: Wanderer x gn!reader genre: fluff...? content: Just like they said, "until death do us part." word count: 654 a/n: sooo... have you guys heard the song "Until Death Do Us Part :)"? if you haven't, i totally recommend it. It's a very nice song. It is also the inspiration for this drabble. you know, tags are really important, huh?

As the music slows down, all heads turn to face the end of the hall. The mahogany doors swung open to reveal you clad in white. Everyone awed at how magnificent you looked. The brightest smile, that could light up the entire world, adorns your face. How could you not when today was the day you were to be wed with your beloved?

Wanderer stood there, his indigo eyes watch as you slowly walked down the aisle. You had always looked so magnificent in his eyes, but today takes the cake. A bouquet of roses, orchids, and jasmines nestled in your hands, though beautiful, it didn't compare to how beautiful you were. God, you really took his breath away.

The crowd of people slowly disappeared in his view as his eyes zones in on you, You were like the precious jewel in the crowd, so perfect, so wonderful. With each step you took, Wanderer remembers all the time he had spent with you, his best friend— all the laughter and joy you both shared, the ups and downs, the tears and secrets you both shared— all lead to this very moment. The yellow tulip in his pocket droops a bit, before he hastily fixes it. It was a special day, so even the littlest mishaps must be corrected. He wants to look perfect, after all.

Once you reach the end of the aisle, he let out the breath that he didn't know he had been holding. He felt faint seeing you up close as he felt tears pricking his eyes. The pastor's words fall onto deaf ears and Wanderer could only hear both his heart beating, and the soft giggles you let out.

The images of waking up by your side every morning and falling asleep with you in his arms every night; The way that you both would be spending all your time together, being each other's anchor, for the rest of your life. Images of you both sitting on the porch, as the sun sets on the horizon, the light refracting off your silver-like hair. Wrinkles on both of your faces and yet the love you both shared was still fresh.

"Do you [Y/N], take this man, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"

The words of the pastor brought Wanderer back to reality as he focused on your face. How he would treasure the bright smile you have right now, forever imprinting it into his brain as his favourite smile of yours.

"I do."

"Then, by the power vested in me, I pronounced you both, spouses for life. You may now both kiss."

The crowd cheered as the bells rung. Wanderer can't help but to let the tears that he had been holding back flow down his cheeks as he sees the love of his life kissing another man who had managed to make you his.

You both looked so happy.

All the scenarios he had imagined with you came shattering down. He won't be the one to wake up by your side. He won't be the one you build your life with for the rest of your life. He won't be the one to dance with you in the kitchen, listening to old sappy music, while the dim light makes your silver hair glisten. Wanderer just wished that he was the one that you chose to spend all your life with, but he couldn't blame you. It was his fault for keeping his feelings a secret and now, it was all too late and you will never know much affection he has for you.

Even so, just like he had promised under the moonlight, on that one summer day, he'll stick by your side.

Just as a best friend.

Until death do us part.

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lightnotyagami · 26 days

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This second of life, Feels like forever.

Dead character × reader (angst)

A/n: im sorry

Summary: he died (rip pookie)

Tw/cw: death, depression, not being able to get over lovers death, reader is emotionally dependend, implied schizophrenic episode, reader is a suicidal + Correct me if i missed anything !!

a moon without its sun, a laughter without its joy, a music without its dancer. A sigh with none of its happiness, a life without any hope and a soul that was not whole. It wasn't the first time you have seen this scene, the night sky with its full moon and the starry sky above it, but today was different. The sky wasn't as clear anymore. The starry sky now had clouds blocking all light from reaching the earth. The moon didn’t shine bright enough to light up the world below. Everything was dark except for what was illuminated by the glow of your house’s porch light.

28.584 hours

1191 days

170 weeks and 1 day without him.

There were only three things that could make you smile- his kisses, the smell of food on his breath when he came home, and the feeling of being cuddled against his chest.

but what happens when you take that away? What is left when you take a yin its Yang away? There are no words to describe the pain, the emptiness in your heart, the grief that takes over every inch of your body. You tried so hard to forget about him, but the memories always resurface just a little too late. You try to distract yourself with your friends’ and family's company, but it doesn't help much. Your mind won’t focus on anything other than the empty spot in your bed where he should be resting right now, curled up next to you as he slept. You wanted to be able to wake up to him snuggling into him while he slept, but that wont ever happen again .It hurt more than anything else you've ever felt.The tears that you've been holding back began falling down your cheeks.You sniffled loudly as your hands started shaking and your voice came out shaky. “I miss him.”Your voice barely audible. “Why can't you come back?” You closed your eyes tightly trying to stop the tears from flowing freely, but it seemed like it would never end. Even if it did, it wouldn't change the fact that you'd feel worse after they fell. The door opened slowly as someone made their way towards you quietly closing the door behind them.

"seriously, still crying?" You heard someone say. You knew that voice, that tone of voice. It always brought a small smile to your face. The voice that made everything feel lighter, even during the darkest of times. “it's already been 3 yesrs since i died; you shouldn't cry anymore.” He said as he sat down next to you wrapping an arm around your shoulders. It was silent for a few minutes before you finally responded. “It's not that easy" you cried now in his arms "why didnt you take me with you.."

Characters: light yagami , L lawliet , scaramouche , aether , kaeya , diluc , gojo , Levi Ackermann , eren yeager , Armin altert , reiner , tanjiro , akaza ,

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a-whumply · 5 months

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Furina is such an angst icon for me. ughh the suffering she went through is so, so good. And I want the first thing she does after all is said and done is just sleep.

I'm talking dark circles under her eyes and her entire posture just slumping in utter relief. It's over, it's finally over.

I want her surrounded by furry friends and giant puffy duvets in the warm sunlight as a sigh of contentment leaves her. and she sleeps that exhaustion off for weeks.

I NEED THIS.

#furina #genshin impact #hurt/comfort #genshin impact furina #genshin impact 4.2 spoilers #genshin impact 4.2 #comfort #suffering #angst #LIKE i can't wait to get into how she must feel after that trial but first and foremost i feel like she would REST #then deal with even more ansgt lol #whump prompts #fic prompts

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cobwebbz · 6 months

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THIS IS MY WAY OF COPING AFTER THE TRAILER OK.

Anyways hoyo need to leave my girl Furina alone 😭😭

#original art #artists on tumblr #oc #memes #my artwork #orignal character #genshin impact #genshin art #furina genshin impact #furina genshin #hydro archon #ansgt #funny #funny angst #doodles

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lil-vibes · 1 year

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i love xiao so much bro its not even funny,,, i love this adorable, introverted, angst ridden war machine i love his caring nature i love his stutter (jp dub) i love how he cant lie to save his life i love how hes grown fond of the traveler i just adore him so MUCH im in physical pain every time i see him. id burn all of teyvat down without a second thought for him in this essay i WILL -

#lantern rite my beloved #best event in this godforsaken game go argue with a wall #i just latch onto any and all inhuman characters with as much ansgt as humanly possible #first it was scaramouche then xiao then chuuya #find the common thing between them #all of em are fruty ngl shshshs #anyways todays lantern rite quest KILLED me i was sobbing and throwing up it was so cute i love when we get lots of friends in one place #and poor poor xiao was just NOT having it with tow lying ass archons on top of this social event 😭😭😭#ALSO VENTI VENTI I MISSED YOU SO MUCH AND KAZUHA TOO AHFBSKJCIA #anemo element characters >>>>>>>#hu tao just went and draged him in there by being noisy love that for her shdhaj #mmm this year its a rollercoaster of emotions #OH AND I GOT XIAO TOO #fucking finally i missed him 3 times #xiao #lantern rite #genshin impact #cant fucking believe that i forgot to add albedo in my count of beloved inhuman characters #this is unacceptable im so sorry beloved 😔#im so platonically in love with him.... bbg

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rubianawp · 2 years

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as you and pantalone roaming around in liyue just minding your business not until pantalone said something shocking that made your knees go down..

He said that he will buy us genesis crystal for babi boi kazuha 🥰

I promise to do it seriously later 😭😭

#pantalone x reader angst #pantalone #genshin impact #fatui harbingers #ansgt

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edotfightme · 9 months

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Adrift in the Snow

This was a writing assignment I completed based on the story of the Ragvindr Brothers from Genshin Impact. It focuses on Diluc's time in Sneznhaya on his quest for vengeance. The entire story was also based around a quote from the Margaret Atwood book, Hagseed. Said quote is mentioned at the start.

Each character is renamed, so here is the guide: Diluc Ragvindr = Adustio Fenix Crepus Ragvindr = Calidus Fenix Kaeya Alberich = Jurian Niminul Albedo Kreideprinze = Consano Niminul Il Dottore = Il Dottore Sneznhaya = Zamoroz Mondstat = Donmun

Theme warning:

Talk of genocide

Mentions of Kaebedo (don't like, don't read)

Il Dottore (He's creepy in this)

Stalking

Unhealthy Obsessions

Mentioned burning someone alive

Mentioned bone breaking

Blood

Again, Dottore. He's creepy to Diluc here.

You've been warned.

“It’s taken a while, but revenge is a dish best eaten cold, he reminds himself” – Felix (Hagseed)

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Dramatis Perfonae

Adustio Fenix {A young nobleman’s son and dishonoured knight, on a quest for revenge}

Jurian Niminul/Fenix {A young gentlemen and captain of Donmun’s calvary}

Calidus Fenix {The deceased father of Adustio and Jurian Fenix. A nobleman with many secrets}

Consano Niminul {The kind-hearted spouse of Jurian Fenix and a renowned scholar, known for his study of alchemy}

Il Dottore {A twisted doctor who performs sick experiments on innocent victims, bringing death and destruction where he treads. Murders of crows follow him in droves}

Zamoroz {The country of ice and snow}

Donmun {The country of wind and wine}

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When one talks about the kingdom of Zamoroz, the first feature they bring up is the snow. The kingdom of eternal winter is known throughout the nine lands for the cold winds and fierce weather that drives most away. In the southernmost parts of Zamoroz, travellers must bundle up extensively to survive a trip to the market. In the north, the part of the land where the sun no longer rises, even that would not be enough to survive a minute.

However, when one is blessed with a god’s eye they can last that bit longer. They are powerful like that, god’s eyes. Creations gifted by divine beings to mortals, able to enhance the strength of even a meagre farm boy to that of a knight. On the other hand, there was a creation of humans that no mortal dared to even whisper its name. A creation of shadows and malice, eating away at the soul of the beholder in exchange for this very same power. A devil’s soul. And it is with that, that wholly cursed item, that Adustio survived.

[ENTER ADUSTIO]

The man, barely in his twenties, trudged through the ever-thickening snow. His clothing was weighed heavy by the blizzard raging around him, but he only had eyes for the distant settlement he knew to be his goal. The haunting cries of crows and carrion feeders sung a song of death and decay as they watched the weary and tired red head. Crimson eyes occasionally glanced down at the weapon concealed on his glove, the life sustaining soul of the demon that both gave and took in equal measure. Three long years of strife and torment, of torture and despair, have led to this moment. The fire in his soul burned bright as he glared ahead.

Adustio was a man of commitment, having dedicated himself to the knighthood of his homeland long before his journey had taken place. Blessed with an eye from the god of flames, he had thrived happily alongside his father. But of course, that was not fated to last. Three years ago had seen him on his eighteenth, watching his father die because of his failure. Watching his brother, his dearest little brother, turn traitor against him. The demon on his glove was his only lead to the source of the tragedy and following its whispers had finally led him here.

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The bright lights of the northern town drew him in like a moth to a flame. The men at the gate welcomed him easily, bright smiles on their treacherous faces. As if they weren’t harbouring a monster. He got a few odd looks at the crest on his cloak, but none of the fools mentioned it. It would have been poetic if they had. Then they would know the importance as they burned to death at the flames of his phoenix.

The cheerful chatter of the townsfolk filled Adustio’s ears as he made his way through the town. He watched each face carefully, waiting for his target to reveal himself. That evil, vile man. He knew that he was here, all his carefully gathered sources stated it so. Adustio was so distracted by his revenge that he failed to notice the guards approaching his position.

“Halt.”

He froze, staring at them – or more accurately, their insignias – the ones that marked them as the personal military of his target. So, the villain was here all along then.

“Sir, we have been ordered by our commander to take you into custody. Do not resist.” The stocky soldier stated, a hand passively resting on his sword. Adustio ignored the concerned murmurs of the townsfolk in favour on focusing on his enemies.

“Doctor Balan.” Adustio muttered, moving his devil’s soul higher. The soldiers tensed as they locked eyes with his enraged crimson ones. “Do you know him?” All he received was silence, so instead he said a name he hadn’t in years. “How about Calidus, does that name ring any bell inside any of your useless souls?”

Weapons were drawn, solidifying his resolve. These soldiers, this whole town! They were all involved in his father’s death! And for that, they must all pay!

It was not hard for him. He has had three years to get used to it. Once the soldiers were down, the rest were next. His great sword spun and twirled as he darted across the snowy ground. He was brutal and elegant with his work. A craft forged and sharpened over three years.

The eerie calls of the crows sung a choir boy’s chorus of bloodshed and violence. The bonfires of revenge burned bright around the town as the crescendo of screams and cries sung their own melody of despair. Adustio’s path of destruction and devastation lead him around the town. Not a man, woman, nor child were safe from his gaze. Despite the cacophony of misery, the only thing the red-haired avenger could hear was the encouragement of the stone on his glove. The poisoned whispers fed the flames of his wrath. This was no longer a man. Men don’t do what he did.

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A paper letter drifted softly to the ground, and Adustio picked it up with shaking fingers. Tears welled in the corner of his eyes as he recognized his little brother’s handwriting. Jurian had always been far too neat, though the flourishes were new.

My dearest brother, Adustio. You have yet to return the letters I send to Zamoroz, though that does not surprise me. You have never been one to speak to the ones you hate. However, despite our conflict the night of father’s death, I wish to send you a request. Donmun has been alive ever since the kind Consano Niminul asked for my hand in marriage. We will be married come the third winter of your absence. I pray for your safety every day, but today I send the gods my prayer for your swift return. I end every letter with this request, but I implore you this. Answer my question, either in person or over ink and paper. How have you faired in our years apart, I am most curious. Your lovely brother, Jurian Feniks.

He stared at the swirling handwriting, wondering if it was the blood loss that made it hard to read. Dottore laughed, low and menacing, as he plucked it from the man and tucked it safely back into his vest. “Oh, how I wish you were able to see your own face. I have never seen such an exquisite concoction of despair and regret. Mourning a man who still lives, how exciting. Truly, you are my favourite plaything, dear Adustio.”

Adustio only knelt in the snow, the horrible memory of the night it all went wrong playing in his mind like a demented note. The whispers of the devil’s eye moving a flaming blade against his brother. Blood and mud coated the ground, blue hair splayed out. A periwinkle eye, staring at him with terror as he bore down on him. Words long forgotten flew like arrows. But there was a sound he knew well, always in the background of his dreams and delusions. The screams as flesh sizzled and burned. Shakily, he looked around as the massacre he caused. In every dead soul, he saw his little brother.

“This is not what father wanted.” He whispered, horrified at his own actions.

Dottore knelt down, looking the son of Calidus Feniks in the eyes. Distantly, Adustio analysed the twisted man’s face behind the mask. If it were anyone else, he would have a kind face. But it had been marred by the horrible cruelty of a criminal.

“Now tell me, my dearest Adustio. You are happy to call me a monster, and I will not deny that I am. But now I have a question for you.” Sinister cerulean eyes stared deep into his soul. Adustio couldn’t help but wonder if Il Dottore ever was human. Maybe once, a long time ago.

“When does a man become a monster?”

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Glossary of Terms:

Adustio: A latin word meaning inflammation, kindling, rubbing, burn, sun.

Fenix: Another, older method to spelling Pheonix

Calidus: A latin word meaning hot, warm, brisk, prompt, impetuous, fiery.

Jurian: Derived from the latin word Injuria, meaning wrong, injury, injustice, oppression, hurt, harm.

Consano: A latin word meaning heal, remedy, restore, satiate.

Niminul: Derived from the latin word Animulus, meaning heart, soul.

Zamaroz: Derived from the Russian word замороженный (zamorozhennyy) meaning frozen, blocked, and frappe)

Donmun: Derived from the latin word Domum, meaning ‘to the house’, home, at home, homeward, homewards.

Il Dottore: A character from commedia dell’arte, though twisted into a more sinister version in this gothic story. On panels 17-20, there are swarms of text covering the majority of the page. The text reads “save us”, “help us”, “You did this to us”, and “repent”. This is an artistic device and not meant to be read in any form.

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If you made it this far, thank you for reading my work! Please give me some indication you saw this, I put lots of work into this.

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fishareglorious · 1 year

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Kujou Sara angst is a flavor like no other

#i dunno i've been reading my bookmarked fics today and started binging on the sara ansgt #sara #genshin impact #there's just something about it that digs deep in me and hurts real bad #my poor cheep cheep

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flovvrish · 1 year

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Hi there love

I stumbled upon ur blog and ahh love ur writting i wad thinking maybe if ur requests are open that u could write a lil smth IF UR FREE OFCI

was thinking scaramouche x reader argument (angst to fluff :the ansgt shouldnt be brutal bc i dont hsndle it well)

Or if ur not comfy writting that u could doo

Scaramouche x reader scara accidentally confesses to reader??

Dont overwork urself and remember to eat <3

Hello hello!! I’m so happy to hear you enjoy my work! I’m sorry for taking so long to get to this, however I hope it’s worth the wait!! And yes, all of my work is free ♡︎ My only goal is to spread the love for the genshin bois ^^. And absolutely!! Hurt/Comfort is my favorite genre ever ～! I’ll do the first scenario to test my abilities!

SCARAMOUCHE :

“Why … why did you leave?” A raspy voice cracked with every syllable spoken, a deep rooted anger daring to be brought fourth to the surface. Despite the calm and calculating facade he constantly wore as a means of deception, Scaramouche was as fragile as the glass that decorated the walls around you.

Such a beautiful glow under the light … yet when doused in darkness they amount to nothing.

“I couldn’t just stay here.” You replied, your tone stern, yet sympathetic to the pain the ex-harbinger before you must be feeling. After all, you did something you said you never would, even if it was just for a moment.

“You said you would stay right here. What was so important that you break your word? Don’t you know what would be done to you if the fatui found you, fool?”

Scaramouche ground every word past clenched teeth, not bothering to hide his irritation in the slightest. No, not for you. Not now.

“I …” You paused, deciding your course of action carefully. Though you were sure he would calm down if you fabricated some far off excuse for leaving the area, you were sure he’d be far more furious if he found out your lie.

His narrowed eyes bore holes into your skull, daring you to speak another word.

“I couldn’t leave them to die.” You spoke softly, a defeated sigh escaping your lips.

“There was a child … they weren’t far from here, but they were injured. They must have been separated from their parents while they were on a hunting trip or something.”

As you remembered the child’s crying face, you couldn’t help but sink your teeth into your bottom lip. They reminded them of you when you were young. So weak and helpless …

“I went out to heal them and sent them towards the nearest settlement. I didn’t think I would take as long as I did.”

You weren’t sure how well he would take your admission, especially since Scaramouche wasn’t quite yet tuned to the caring nature of humanity. Or at least not from what he’s known.

For a moment, all there was between you was silence. His eyes were covered by the shade of his hair, making it impossible to infer what he must have been feeling at that moment.

“So, that was it huh?” He chuckled lowly, after what felt like a millennia. “Saving some pathetic child?”

“Yes.” You replied, unmoving from where you stood as a testament to your resolve. “Do you have a problem with that?”

He didn’t reply, or at least not verbally. No, instead you were met with the feeling of arms wrapping around your torso, pulling you into an embrace.

“Of course you’d do something as stupid as that … don’t scare me like that again. Understand Y/N?”

You couldn’t help but smile at the display, a rosy hue reaching the tips of your cheeks as you wrapped your arms around him in return, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“No promises ～”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #fatui x reader #angst #hurt/comfort #soft scaramouche #cheeky reader #he can’t stand you #but that’s why he loves you

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rinney4ever · 1 year

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GIVE ME IDEAS PLEASE. Also if y'all want fanfics my AO3 is kyleingyourmom and I will only post there or here!!!I'm a beginner writer so I'm really sorry if the plot is everywhere!!

I'm good with doing any ship without the grabber or the reader/YN

What I won't do:

-HEAVY smut

-anyone x the grabber

-anyone x reader(they make me uncomfy)

What I will do:

-Fluff

-The grabber dying painfully

-Ansgt

Thin ice:

-Any kind of smut but I will see if I would do it.

-Sexualizing anyone

DNI list:

-Children under the age of 10

-Proshippers

-Racism

-Homophobia

-Transphobia

-THOSE genshin players.

Thank you for taking time to read this and I hope you enjoy my content!

#the black phone #robin x finney #finbin #finney x robin #rinney #bruce x vance #brance #billy x griffin #griffin stagg #billy showalter #bruce yamada #vance hopper #robin arellano #finney blake

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funeral-grayy · 2 years

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𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

haikyu! suna best friends? - part two - part three - sfw

kenma stardew - sfw atsumu streamer - part two - nsfw

my hero acadamia bakugo petty!bakugo headcanons - nsfw petty!bakugo - part two - ansgt/fluff/comfort - nsfw if it means a lot to you - part two - sfw

midoriya untitled - part two - part three - part four - angst/fluff/comfort - sfw/eventual nsfw notebook headcanon - sfw

denki poppunk headcanon - sfw roommates - nsfw

shinso roommates - nsfw 11:11 - sfw

sero 11:11 - sfw

monoma chicken tendies - angst - sfw

dabi @ my worst - angst - nsfw

mirio house husband drabble - sfw drabble - sfw

genshin impact itto drabble - sfw

thoma i don't mind - fluff - sfw

multiple characters wildflower - angst, smut, fluff - sfw/nsfw summary chapter one

attack on titan armin goodnight n go - angst - sfw

reiner untitled fic - part two - nsfw

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hiraya-rawr · 2 years

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hi hira !! first of all i absolutely LOVE love ur writing, i actually found ur blog when i was searching some genshin ansgt and OMGG i just wanted to say thank u for introducing me to the world of sagau since w/o stumbling accross ur blog i wouldn't have known it's existence at all !

i have re-read some (almost all) ur works and i can't seem to get over it.... like i would need some min to process how lovely ur writing is and how creatively u weave ur ideas together. and as a reader, i just wanted to thank u for publishing such amazing content, please never stop writing TT. i hope u have a great day/evening, love u !!

can't believe I've introduced some people to sagau!! I was pretty late o the bandwagon myself 😖💖 thank you so much for your kind words AAAAH just makes my day!! and for noticing the weaving of ideas part bc yes 🥺 im even more surprised you found me through angst since it isn't really my forte hahahah

have a great day/eve too!! lyt 💕

#hira love letters

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youvereachedpluto · 3 years

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you ever think about how kaeya might let some khae'nriahn slip sometimes, like maybe when he's frustrated or angry, when he feels alone, maybe in the comforts—or as comforting as the knights quarters can get—of his room.

when he's all by himself at night with no one to hear but the moon and the quiet wind, and he feels the sense of loneliness that's always been dwelling there in his chest and the word outcast keeps repeating over and over in his head because no matter how hard he tries or how loud he laughs and how many people he charms he'll never be a true citizen of mondstadt—not when he doesn't worship their revered god, not when he's from a nation whose very name demands the utmost dedication and pride to speak, not when—not when the night that crepus died is a memory that stands bright in kaeya's mind, a night where his brother raised his blade against him and so long as diluc rejects him kaeya knows all of mondstadt will one day see him for what he truly is as well—a traitor, a spy, a liar.

an outcast.

so in the recesses of his room, he lets the dying words slip and he thinks so long as I have these words at least I'll belong somewhere. even if the lands of this tongue have long since been burned.

#im not even sure what this is but I'm feeling pain so I'm sharing it with you #inspired by kaeya's treasure dialogue where for the longest time i couldn't' figure out what he was saying and i chalked it up to him #having an accent because mondstadtian isn't a language he grew up speaking #kaeya a multilingual king if i do say so myself #kaeya angst #kaeya and diluc #genshin impact angst #gi #genshin impact #genshin ansgt #kaeya alberich #genshin khaenri'ah #plutos angst posts

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a-whumply · 9 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tartaglia | Childe/Zhongli (Genshin Impact) Characters: Tartaglia | Childe (Genshin Impact), Zhongli (Genshin Impact) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, The Abyss (Genshin Impact), Memory Alteration, Medical Experimentation, Canon-Typical Violence, Established Relationship Summary:

The Abyss spans endlessly in every direction Childe looks. Barren, scarred lands, and crumbled ruins pulse with the dark, oppressing miasma corrupting everything it touches. In the distance, hidden from sight he can hear the monsters shuffling and groaning.

It looks so much like one of his nightmares, but he knows in his bones this time it's real. It isn’t much of a surprise. He always knew he’d end up down here again anyway.

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After Scaramouche slips through his fingers in Inazuma, Childe finds himself back in the Abyss. Only something doesn’t seem quite right.

Spoilers for the 3.0 Archon quest.

#genshin impact #genshin impact childe #childe tartaglia #tartaglia childe #whump #ansgt #experimentation #HNNGG #this is good stuff #fic rec #genshin fic rec

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shroomi1e · 2 years

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still with you (character insert x gn!reader)

summary: he can't seem to let you go, not after you died.

cw: implied death

a/n: this is kind of a drabble, i had this idea and just decided to vomit it onto a google doc lol.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧.𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧. 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧.𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧.𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣

He trudges through the empty and ghostly quiet hallways. They’ve never been this quiet, not since you’ve left.

He hates it with all his heart. He hates the empty chair at the dinner table, the dust gathering onto your belongings, and the empty side of his bed. Everywhere he goes, he’s painfully reminded of how you’re not there, wondering what dumb conversation the two of you would be having if you were here right now.

He often scribbles desperate notes to you, even though you’ll never see them. He lights candles in your room, even though he knows you’ll never be there to blow them out. He makes sure to bring you a bouquet of flowers to your resting place nearly every day, even though he knows you’ll never be there to take it from his hands, an innocent smile blooming on your face, more beautiful than the flowers themselves.

His hands are cold. You’re not there to gently wrap your fingers around his, to hold him dearly as you cradle his head against your chest, and whisper sweet nothings into his ear as you both drift off into sleep. He misses seeing your bright eyes, looking at him as if he were the most precious thing in the world.

“It’s raining again... they loved the rain...” he says with a sigh. The rain gently patters against the windows, singing a soft song as he stares and watches the water droplets drip down the glass.

He sees memories of the two of you giggling and laughing in the rain together, dancing as the both of you were drenched. But you didn’t mind getting wet, and neither did he. He vividly remembers twirling you around, catching you in his arms and leaning you down, wrapping his lips against yours. Then both of you would laugh as you raced each other inside to dry off.

He doesn’t even notice that his feet are leading him outside and into the rain. His shoes drag against the muddy ground as he looks up into the murky sky, his hair dampening more and more until it was completely wet, sticking to his forehead. His clothes start to feel heavier as it becomes drenched, the cold rain making him shiver.

He sees your faint figure standing next to him. “Oh, darling, you’re gonna get wet! You should get inside before you catch a cold!”

He frowns. He wipes his blurry eyes, unsure of whether it’s the tears from the sky or his own. He’s shivering, but he doesn’t notice it as he finds himself trudging towards your grave.

‘There you are.’

‘You must be sleeping so peacefully.’

‘Are you doing okay without me?’

He wished you would ask the last question to him. He wanted to shake his head, leaning into your embrace as your warm hand slid up and down his back, whispering ‘it’s ok,’ into his ears over and over again. He wasn’t okay. Not without you.

But of course, you weren’t there to catch his tears. And now he’s crying pathetically at your grave like a little boy, sobbing as he falls to his knees, gripping the grass beneath him. The heavens seemed to feel the same way, the rain pouring harder against his skin as he let out a shout of sorrow. Why wasn’t he there for you? Why couldn’t he save you?

Your last words are repeating over and over again in his mind like a broken record.

You’re holding his hand weakly, your voice hoarse yet gentle. “Please... don’t let my absence bother you too much. Remember, even if- even when I leave, I’m still going to be right by your side. Just like the stars, hm? You might not be able to touch me, hear me, or see me, but I’m always going to be there. Even when dawn comes, I’m watching over you in the skies. Always.”

Tears roll down his face as he punches the ground. “Stupid... You’re stupid, Y/N... How am I supposed to be okay? You died, of course you’re not with me! How am I supposed to believe that you’re still here, huh? It’s not like I can bring you back to life!”

He wasn’t mad at you, but at himself. He’s mad that he can’t even fulfill your last dying wish. He’s mad that he’s still selfishly holding onto you. He’s mad that he didn’t hug you tighter, or hold your hand more often, or kiss you longer. He’s mad at himself for thinking that he was going to see you again.

The blood in his veins are slowly turning to ice as he continues to shed tears before you. He barely feels his body collapsing against the wet grass, his limbs completely numb.

When he wakes up, he’s at his desk. But he soon realizes he’s dreaming when he sees your figure walking towards him with a cup of tea.

You put the cup on his desk before cupping his face with your soft hands, rubbing your thumbs over his cheeks. “I told you not to stay in the rain, darling. I don’t want you to get sick.”

It takes a few moments to muster up the courage to speak. “I... Y/N, I-”

“Shh,” you interrupt. “After this, I need you to forget me. Please. You need to move on.”

“B-But I love you...”

“Please, let me go. That’s all I wish for. It pains me to see you not eat or sleep because of me. The more you hang onto me, the harder it is for me to rest in peace.”

He looks down, tears welling in his eyes. As much as he wants you to be happy, he also doesn’t want to let go of you. He can’t accept the fact that forgetting you is what’s going to make you happy.

Tears roll down his cheeks once again. He feels the pads of your thumbs rub his cheeks and wiping the tears away.

“Oh, please don’t cry,” you whisper sadly. “Seeing you cry makes me want to cry too.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he sobs. “I should’ve held you tighter when I had the chance. I should’ve-”

He feels your finger on his lips. “It’s okay, darling. It’s not your fault, I promise. No matter what you’re going through, I’m going to be there with you, just as I did before. Don’t think too much of me, but always know that I’m still with you.”

When your fingertips slowly begin to leave his face, he tries to reach for you, but his hands ghosts through yours. You give him a sad smile as you open his door to leave.

“Before I go, make sure to drink the tea I made for you. Once you drink that tea, all your memories of me will disappear. Consider this my last wish. Fulfill it for me, will you?”

He panics. “Wh-What do you mean? I can’t forget you just like that! My memories are the only thing I have left of you!”

“Darling, I’m tired... I can’t move on unless you do.” He watches you leave the doorway. Just before you close the door, he hears your soft whisper.

“I love you.”

At the same time the door shuts close, he jolts up from his dream, finally awake. He looks around in confusion. Somehow, he had woken up at his desk, in the very same position as in his dream.

But when he looks at his desk, the cup of tea is still there. And it’s warm.

‘Consider this my last wish. Fulfill it for me, will you?’

He wants to, but he can’t bring himself to do it. To not remember you is to lose you completely. He’s already lost your presence, how could throw away his memories just like that? They’re the last scraps that he has left of you. He doesn’t want to let them go.

But your words are echoing in his mind. To let you go is to make you happy...right?

He reluctantly holds the cup in his hand and brings it to his lips. He says a final goodbye and he takes a sip. He puts the cup back down on his desk.

It’s sweet.

But also bitter.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧.𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧. 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧.𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧.𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣

characters i had in mind while writing this:

deku, todoroki, hawks, bakugo, lucifer, mammon, xiao, zhongli, diluc

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A Light Tale’s Crimson Flower

In the mood for angst but mind you this is an experiment! I’m doing characters I have never written before, so they will be most likely OOC! (totally not nervous posting this for fear of losing followers over a genshin related post-T_T). Just because I’m posting in a new fandom does not mean I've given up on BSD! I just decided to expand the blog so I can update more as my hyper fixations fluctuate. Oh, and my style has changed a little

A Light Tale’s Crimson Flower | Diluc X Reader with a (platonic?) Kaeya |

(Not beta or proofread read BTW)

2,364 words :)

A light tale for two and a flower drenched in sickly crimson.

A light sparkle of a smile and a piercing howl of scream.

A light shined and a flower left crumbled.

A light nation, a gloom-filled sorrow left behind in crimson ash.

Each detail spread like petals in a windstorm, flowing elegantly, but holding resemblance to a tale of a long-forgotten history. To find each other was something kin to a god’s blessing. Even when there was nothing there, neither of them believed in the gods like the others. Neither acknowledged how unique these beings were, not when they so easily took away trust and joy. A nation godless should still receive the gods' blessings. They did not forsake them, yet, when the nation fell, it was the archons, the gods, who destroyed it with stinging betrayal. It was hard for them to move past with such memories intact, to face the room of friends now that they remembered such extensions of suffering. The boy downing wine, laughing alongside the people, didn't shed much of a glance. Such a fake smile that was earnest to the others so clueless of their grievances or the sins of their hearts.

Y/n sat there glass half-emptied by their lips, unmoving as they observed the rumble of voices. It seemed they were all here, the traveler, the archon who now swam among his people as a mere powerless bard, Kaeya, they laughed as if they were friends. Maybe they were, and the boy who had once laughed alongside them was far from that boy. Trauma did have the poison of change, perhaps it was the unpleasant poison itself. Such thoughts ran along their rampant mind as they took another bitter sip of alcohol, the tang of regrets tingling their tongue. “You’re not joking beside him tonight.” The bar’s attendee had a straight-to-the-point approach to most everything. They were no different, even if they did not answer. He would find a way to carve the words from their lips, not in Kaeya’s flirty but manipulative way, but with such blunt cold, it would make Kaeya seem warm to the touch. For a user of pyro, Diluc was utterly cold in his stare unless it was full of those rampant flames, hotter than the ones that scorched their skin all those years back.

Setting the glass down on the coaster, they smiled, shrugging their shoulders plainly, wishing for something to rip the air from their lungs as the bard smiled and hung around Kaeya. They wondered if the archon recognized them, or remembered the sting of betrayal that dark day. “I remembered something from a long time ago… nothing of importance.” Diluc Didn’t respond for an extension of time, not bothering to care much for the words of his customer. Instead, looking to the fool who drove his flames to brighten within his heart. Anger always seeped through when he looked at the streams of perfectly tamed nightly ocean locks.

“I had expected you to attempt to woo that idiot as you usually do.” For a moment, they mistook the flux in his vocals to be concerning. Nobody here truly cared, maybe Diluc or Kaeya, but even then they were of no true importance. If they were, then neither of them would have forgotten their promise, to stay within each other's eyes and heart till eternity be damned, and they fell within the dirt they came from. “If you act too slowly, he may find somebody else who can put up with his arrogance and clueless nature.” That was the point, he seemed content with Monistat while they were anything but okay. Had this been just a week prior, they would have been about with a smile. Now wrapped in their pocket hidden from view lay an insignia, a small note that had been the key to unlocking a door in their mind. Their heads were filled with flashing screams and a shattered memory of a friend, somebody who had turned to destroy their world. In truth, that love no longer sparked, they had never wanted or needed the man who wore the Cyro vision. They had always been captivated by Diluc

Kaeya was a prince, they were to be his other half one day but with no nation, what ties were left between the two of them? What work did they have around heroes? They were conflicted, heart longing for a man of flames while the past longed for closure with the brother.

“You knew Kaeya as a child… did he ever wear a genuine face of joy?” Diluc paused his movements, wiping a glass down, easily masking any surprise that happened in that fraction of time. His silent take to the question was not unexpected, but his sudden vocalization was indeed a light shock to their system.

“I did…-He trailed off, his eyes seemed to cloud as he turned to face away from their gaze.- He’s nothing but a liar Y/n… even I don’t know if he ever felt happy. Why don’t you ask him yourself?” What had they expected from the redhead? A fraying moment of tranquility? Of course, such minuscule ideas like the peace of word were impossible between these two. Would he also look at them with that fire in his eyes if they spoke up? If the suffering floating through the mush within their head was exposed? Would he forgive them for the secrets for the places she came from before Mondstat?

“You’re right with that… he lies but so do I.” The last four words fell into the silence within their mind. Diluc said nothing, but he looked at them with a carefully placed expression as they passed another drink to the customer, the friend he’d never admit was something dear to him, another round.

“On the house.” He grumbled under his breath.

From afar, Kaeya glanced back at the pair, his uncovered eye watching the one he knew from a nation long gone. He slid from the stool, half intoxicated by the drink, half-intoxicated by the thoughts that casually played on a record inside his mind. He’d always known, even before their memories returned. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to do anything, to take back their heart. They were simply acquaintances, dare he say friends. Their heart belonged to his older brother. If he could call the tavern owner his brother. Diluc hated when he referred to him as such, but no matter what that man said… those memories of joy would never leave him. It was his only peace since Khairiah's destruction. “Oh, Y/n~ what are you doing all by lonesome here with such a boring choice of the company?” Kaeya’s flirty tone rocked his lips, trilled with the stench of wine, and slowed with the effects of such a brew. They had not talked since their memories surfaced, Kaeya seemed all too intimidating before them now.

“I’m quite alright in this atmosphere. Master Diluc makes for nice company.” They turned away, darting their eyes from the Cavalry Captain. He sighed, waving their words off. He leaned to their ear and whispered a soft recommendation. “Tell him you think his hair is suited for an elegant man. He’s oblivious to you but I've noticed. The game of jealousy doesn’t work on Diluc.” Startled, they swatted him away, Diluc narrowing his eyes as Kaeya retreated with a snicker to himself all while his chest pulled him down.

The night progressed for a while, it took a few drinks before Y/n could try out Kaeya’s advice. “Master Diluc?” he hummed a small nod. “I think the high-pony suits a man of your status… i-it looks nice on you.” Their eyes darted away as Diluc's eyes widened for a moment and his cheeks lit a soft rose.

“I’m not doing much the next week, why don’t we spend some time at the lakes, just the two of us.” The guilt ate them alive but they nodded, thanking the old friend for the help, and thanking the alcohol for the confidence boost. Y/n smiled paying the bill, another friend taking them home that night.

For a while, there were no dreams of the things they had done to people. There were dreams of the screams or of the monsters that befriended them and then burned their home into a forgotten piece of land. For a while, they held the insignia given back to them by a young boy named Childe. Even if they were no longer one of them, that nation had not aided in the destruction of their home. That nation’s queen, the Tsaritsa for a while, took care of her. In the end, that God had also thrown them away, tossed to the side to where things blurred and a door locked away the years behind it. They held that broken piece of metal in their hands, cupping it with a dead expression. Their breathing is unsteady and rigid.

There had been kisses and cuddles, peace. Tevat’s peace never lasted too long, though, always cut short by something. Their knees tugged to their chest, holding back the screams and the anger in their veins. It was nights like this where the thunder boomed, where they forgot where they were. Their mind waking from a dream vibrant as the sun. The torment of reliving the moments leading to their friends and family perishing, the pain of being blamed by their sibling for the destruction. For befriending a god who would turn his back for no reason, no contract, no excuse. To think they had been able to see the god as a friend before their memories returned. Their eyes focused on the insignia, a wave of disgust crossing their face as they threw it across the room with a strangled cry. The hallucination of crimson dripping from the object and their hands as they slammed the covers over their head, the spot next to them empty. Diluc, out doing his hobby as the dark knight hero.

As if their suffering were not enough, their day came on a night of turbulence. The winds howled, and lightning pierced the earth with its anger. The liquid dripped from their fingers, eyes set in cold glares, a snarl over their lips as they stared at the realms of two treasure hoarders. They kneeled to pry two objects from the cooling warmth of the bodies. The insignia they refused to part with despite the pain it brought, and an earring much like Kaeya’s, something they never wore but still had. “It was an accident,” they mumbled, their voice weak against the sky's hungry growls. Their knees made a sudden buckle, sending them into the mud. They had yet to cry since their memories returned, and under the rain, they let out a strained cry. It had been over a hundred years since they had taken a life with their hands. Longer since they had last felt this guilt. The sight of red taking steps closer as she gripped the insignia and earring in their hand did not meet their eyes. The rain came down far too fast. “Y/n… what did you do?” Their head snapped forward at their lover's voice full of repulsion and… an emotion they refused to acknowledge for its negativity.

“Diluc… It was… I didn’t mean to, I swear! I was only protecting myself.” Lies, within lies, lifted her tongue and crossed the thickening atmosphere to Diluc's waiting ears. Those piercing eyes only got darker as the sky began to part. Only then did they realize where his eyes were narrowed to… quickly, their hand tossed the Fatui emblem and the earring into the mud, falling silent.

“Diluc, give Y/n some space. It’s been rough for them these past months… hasn’t it?” Kaeya’s tone, genuine enough to believe he was sticking up for them, was as good as a relaxant medical herb.

“Fatui.” Diluc hissed the words while they dipped their head to the bloodied mud and repeated a simple mount of words. “No, it’s not like that. Diluc… please.” “Liar” He responded with that same ice he spoke to his brother with, and their world came crashing down like dust, that feeling of betrayal sticking into their heart. “I never want to see your lying scum again, the both of you traitors.” Kaeya’s eyes set into a nasty glare, his own temper fluxing in response, coming to their rescue as he took a step forward and swung his fist for the elder brother.

“You idiot.” He snarled before Diluc walked off under the peeking sight of the sun.

Three days of regret, mingled with alcohol he didn’t enjoy, that’s how long it took, of missing them in his bed, missing their laughter beside him to suck it up and find them. He should have taken one less day to reach this conclusion. By the time his flames reached Y/n, their eyes were the void, empty and dark. They sat slumped against the ruins of some old place in Mondstadt, hands grasping a gift he’d purchased for them. He hadn’t been the first to find them, Kaeya sat there with eyes red and hands in his lap. “K-Kaeya? Diluc stuttered, but Kaeya merely held his hand and flipped him off before he collected himself, eyepatch tossed to the floor. This would be Diluc's first and only time seeing him like this… but he’d loved them even if he’d never had a chance when Y/n craved the one wielding pyro.

He punched his “brother” in the gut, before screaming at him horrific details outside the language of Mondstadt. When he was calm enough to speak within a dialect Diluc would understand he closed the eye, he usually kept covered. “This… is your fault Master Diluc. Live with this and your stubborn nature. Your father would never be proud of the cold bastard you’ve become. I was okay with you blaming me and hating me, but they… picked you over me. You’ve always been better.” Diluc collapsed as Kaeya walked away, the last hopes for tying their relationship back together dissipating with the loss of his lover.

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