#genshin short fics

[popponn]

Seeing the esteemed Duke of Meropide eyes a pair of decorations curiously is an amusing experience, turns out. Even when your relationship with him is pretty much an unsaid ‘almost lover’ situation.

“So,” leaning against his working desk, you try not to smile too wide, “do you like them?”

Wriothesley continues to stare and blink at the black and white dog miniatures—intended to be placed on flat surfaces, however, your creativity is your limit, or so the craftsmen of Liyue said. Straightening his sitting posture, he then leans towards the objects that sit on his desk. “…this feels like a series,” he finally says after a long while, taking one of the two dogs. He once again takes in the merry dog figurine in his hand. Slightly bigger than his thumb, carrying a ball with a tail that is depicted to be in the middle of a swishing motion.

“It is. There are actually another eight dogs,” and also another twenty cats that are a story or, perhaps, a gift for another time, “but I don’t know if you will like it… or do you even have the space to keep all ten, so I just buy you two this time.”

“Hey, hey, since when do I seem like the sort of person who is unappreciative of something people give me?” Wriothesley put down the dog, only to take another one up. In between that, a smile and a glance are addressed to you humorously, yet as softly as always. “And also…”

You realize he purposefully trails off. “And also?”

With how entertained he is at the handcrafted woods, you think he will praise the craftsmanship. Or perhaps, it is time to recall that musing of his about wanting to keep a pet and how these two will be a perfect replacement. Or maybe, he will make another unpredictable joke one would never thought would come out from his mouth.

Yet, instead of all of that, Wriothesley merely reaches out a hand to take yours while his other hand and focus remain on your present. His tone is far from anything—as if he is simply stating a fact. Despite all that, the squeeze he gives as he intertwines his fingers with yours says enough.

“This is from you,” he states, finally shifting his attention to fully land on you. “There is no way I would dislike it.”

#genshin scenarios #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley #wriothesley fluff #drabbles #i finally write something for you your highness!!!! tho it's short #i hope i can write a proper fic soon but drabbles are fun in their own way haha #that idle of him wanting pet...i really want to give him a selee for company at least...

[paimonial-rage]

symbiosis - ayato

[random writing event] | requested by @andromeda-nova-writing

“My lord,” you began, “With all due respect, this is exactly why the new interns never last long.”

Ayato hummed in thought as he made his way down the halls of Tenshukaku. Upon his face was his usual smiling expression, a mask he learned early on in his career as Yashiro Commissioner. And there you were a few steps behind him as was proper for retainers.

“Is that so?” He replied with mock curiosity. “I can’t say I saw anything wrong with how the meeting went. Such is normal for the course of the commission, after all.”

He didn’t have to turn around to know you were shaking your head in exasperation.

“With all due respect, supporting you through seven financial meetings, four meetings with the branch families, thirteen inspections, and eight financial reports due by the end of the week would make even a competent worker cry.”

He nodded with a hand against his chin in thought.

“Yes, not even I expected they would break out into tears.”

“Excuse my forwardness, but any normal person would have learned to expect it by now. Perhaps it would be prudent to schedule a visit with the doctor to check your memory, my lord.”

He chuckled.

“The way you find such things to say is fascinating. Perhaps I should assign more work to devote more of your creative mind to.”

There was silence for a few seconds.

“My apologies, my lord. Unfortunately, my schedule is completely full. Perhaps another time.”

As he continued to his next engagement, Ayato couldn’t help but find it amusing the back and forth you both often had. You were a spy, after all, and not one of his. That being said, you were not anyone else’s either, much less one of his enemies’. You infiltrated the Yashiro Commission and worked your way up to his side based purely on personal motives.

Though it was well known he placed loyalty and trust above all else, you were a bit of a special case. A bit of research into you revealed you were from a fallen family subordinate to the Hiiragi clan. Through corruption and intimidation, your father was framed for bribery and theft and was thus executed by the Shogun herself. It would make sense that you, as the only child of the family, wanted revenge.

Thus, it was a smart move on your part to align yourself with the Yashiro Commission. As Ayato had connections and leads from all over Inazuma, as long as you remained by his side, you gained access to all the information you could ever need. As to why he didn’t expel you the moment he learned of your difference in loyalty? Your enemies were the same as his, but ones he couldn’t touch. It served him just as well that you would get rid of them.

Besides, he had to admit your company was much appreciated. You performed your duties effectively and efficiently without room for complaint. And though you had a tongue on you, it gave a reprieve from all the false smiles and niceties he had to endure on a daily basis. Dare he say it, he enjoyed being around you. It made him wonder…

“And once that time comes that you’re finally free, what will you do then?”

Would you leave, finally able to live your life for yourself?

He didn’t have to wait long for your response.

“I’ll devote my everything to you, my lord.”

He couldn’t stop the smile that came to his lips.

“Then I shall hold you to it.”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #my writing #kamisato ayato #ayato #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato x reader #writing event #request #andromeda-nova-writing #this is a loose sequel/prequel to my ‘telling them off’ short fic for ayato from a while back #it’s not the best but if i stare at it any longer i’m gonna keep fiddling with it orz

[hypostatic-oath]

Hiii! Welcome back!!! After reading your recent post, i had a thought about what if the isekai'd Overseer was founded wandering around Fontaine when the Traveler had yet to reach said nation. Do Focalors still trying to arrest and judge the Overseer, or do they belong to the category of the divine that she knows not to make an enemy of?

Hiii! Thank you so much, for the welcome and for the ask :D

Oh, I like this one. I'n usually afraid of writing characters before I have read all their lore (not me struggling with the locked voicelines for Neuvillette oof), but I think that Furina has provided the answer already - she is very much ready to put the Overseer on trial, and to make a big show out of it too. Why? Because of what happens with the Traveler, of course!

When the Traveler arrives in Fontaine, they are already known far and wide - Furina herself recognizes them and comes to "greet" them personally, albeit in her own way. I'd say that SAGAU Furina definitely knows that the Traveller is the First Vessel. There is no way she doesn't, either by means of being an Archon, or simply by word of mouth or the Steambird, in the same way she'd heard other things about the Traveler.

And what does she do as soon as we step foot in Fontaine?

Yep. An isekai'd Overseer would very much need to get their Phoenix Wright impersonation ready. I do believe she doesn't have ill intent, or that she actually wants to sentence the Overseer - it's more of a mixture of "hey, look at me!" and "I'm acknowledging your importance by coming here personally and making a fuss". One should feel honored, really. Furina likes entertainment, and I do believe that her theatrical worldview and the outlook of a lot of Overseers out there (guilty as charged) are rather similar - for us as players, the world of Teyvat really is a stage where a story plays out - better yet, it's a story wherein we can control the main character to make the story go further and interact with the characters! Of course, the difference lies in the fact that for an Overseer, the world of Teyvat really is just a game... while for Furina it's still her reality, no matter how many theatrical elements she adds to it.

As for whether she'd recognize the Overseer as a divine being she shouldn't make an enemy of... depends entirely on the way the Overseer interacts with her. We've seen her mask slip when the Traveler accepts her challenge ("Fighting gods? I've got a resume"). We've seen her take a step back in other occasions, too. But it all depends on whether the Overseer chooses to indulge her. The more drama-loving you are, the more you indulge in the theatrics, the further she'll go! After all, she's just found a kindred spirit. She's very excited if you play along! But if you're a no-nonsense Overseer with no time for her antics... she might just call in Neuvillette to accompany her the next time she needs to speak with you. Or she'll avoid the meeting altogether - forgive her, she's nervous.

#i didn't want to include too many spoilers in this one so I'm keeping it short #i will be writing a full fic on this later though ehe #furina my beloved she's so me #it's her and fischl my favorite delulu queens #i would be ''yes AND''ing her trials if she accused me of something #we play along in this household #sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin au #genshin impact sagau #sagau overseer #sagau focalors #sagau furina #cube.answers

[abyssruler]

cyno x gn!reader

There are three unspoken rules every scholar in the Akademiya must know regarding Lord Cyno.

Firstly, no matter how bad it is, always laugh at his jokes. Do not, under any circumstances, ask him to explain the joke. Everyone will be forced to listen to an hour long analysis on what the joke is, why it’s funny, and how the sentences leading to the punchline were timed just right that it would—should—leave everyone in hysterics and gasping for breath.

Second, playing the trading card game with him will lead to varying results, usually ones that end up with the other party crying as they leave the table without their pride and dignity. Approach with caution when he has those cards in his hands.

And last, but the most important rule of all, never—and they mean never—speak of your name in a bad light. Anyone who does so can and will be found no matter the place and ears listening, and they will be forced to endure a twelve hour long lecture about the positive traits you possess and how amazing you are in general. It may seem innocuous, but throughout the entire lecture, Lord Cyno will be staring through the poor unfortunate soul and daring them to dispute his claims.

Should anyone be foolish enough as to openly mock you in front of him, they will be met with a polearm to the face and a lifetime’s worth of punishments in the form of only being allotted one hour to do every paper they will ever be assigned to make for the rest of their time as a scholar. If, under any circumstances, the scholar is unable to keep up with their deadlines, they will be kicked out of the Akademiya and labeled as a failure in society.

That one is, in fact, one of the lesser punishments Lord Cyno has met out when it comes to people insulting you with regards to your… less than average intelligence and social awareness. The harsher punishments are not for the faint of heart, and so most senior scholars resolve not to tell the new students what transpires when someone bullies you or—Archons forbid—makes you cry.

There’s a saying in the Akademiya: the fastest way to the Abyss is to make tears appear in your eyes.

It’s no exaggeration to say that the last person who did so was last seen without any light in their eyes. This is not to say that they died, no. They were, according to Lord Cyno’s words, justly and rightly punished for their transgressions against you. Perhaps he went a bit too far, but who are mere scholars to question the judgment of the General Mahamatra?

However cautious they have to be around you, there is one important thing you bring to the table: the secret fourth rule that’s more of an of advice than anything. A secret that’s passed through word of mouth, given to only those they deem worthy.

The easiest way to getting to Lord Cyno’s good graces—and, consequently, an easy path to graduating the Akademiya—is to make you laugh. An easy feat at first glance, but considering your strange humor (as proven by how you’re the only one who genuinely laughs at Cyno’s jokes), it takes a great many nights and brainstorming sessions to find the perfect joke.

But making you laugh poses its own risks. It is common fact among those in-the-know that making you laugh too hard would be a one way trip to marking them as enemy number one in the General Mahamatra’s eyes. He would see it as a challenge in usurping his place as number one funniest person in your eyes.

As of now, there is no clear way to ensure this doesn’t happen, which is why the last rule is a risk taken by only the bravest of souls.

Those are all the unspoken rules the Akademiya has that concerns Lord Cyno. This is now the end of this brief lesson. For more queries, go to Port Ormos and find an alumni named Kaveh. Best of luck.

Who in the abyss wrote my name in this stupid note? Damn scholars are name dropping every famous person they know. Be glad I’m sending this to you, Cyno, you owe me forty thousand mora and free lunch. Alhaitham locked up his pantry >:(

(Collei finds the note stashed in Cyno’s knapsack during their journey from Mondstadt to Sumeru. She resolves to never mess with whoever you are after reading its contents, sweating buckets after learning how terrifying her traveling companion truly is.)

#one day i will write a proper fic for this man #complete with a summary and title #for now have these little snippets i cooked up with the rat who lives in my hair #i should really make a tag for this au #serious x airhead #if you read the one where reader blows cyno a kiss imma let u know this is in the same au #also the one where they play cards #and also the reader who plagiarizes essays #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #cyno x reader #genshin cyno x reader #genshin shorts #gn reader

[almond-t0fu]

Am I the only one who randomly gets the urge to read something but then get sad because that 'something' is not written/made yet?

#that something right now is xingqiu fics #or lyney #or venti #and no I don't want to read short fluff fics/drabbles #i wanna read a full story with like 50+ chapter #genshin #genshin impact #venti #lyney #xingqiu #xingqiu x reader #venti x reader #lyney x reader

[lovesickeros]

☆ puppy love

{☆} characters zhongli {☆} notes cult au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings none {☆} word count 0.4k

He considers himself well collected - calm, even in the most perilous of dangers.

He could not, however, predict you guiding his head to your lap and running your hands through his hair. Every little praise beneath your breath, commenting on just how fluffy and soft his hair was, made him weak.

He was..not sure how to feel about it. Elated? Excited?

Perhaps this was simply a custom of yours? Which only made it all the more complicated. Was he meant to react in some way? You did not instruct him, beyond telling him to lay his head upon your lap and asking for permission to brush his hair.

"You're so pretty, Zhongli."

Ah. He felt his body tense - in surprise, he assumed. He..could not deny that it felt nice to be complimented like that, even if it did surprise him. And if it pleased you, then surely there would be no harm in allowing it? It took some amount of effort, but he relaxed his muscles, slumping against your lap, "Zhongli?"

He blinks. Once. Twice. Before hesitantly lifting his head, "Are you okay? You didn't pass out there, right?" His voice failed him them, throat suddenly dry. The concern on your face was..new. He did not have time to process why it felt nice to be worried over, before his cheeks are smushed between your hands.

"You're not sick, are you?"

"..No, Divine One."

He coughs into his hand, offering a small smile in hopes of easing your worry, but it only seems to make it worse. You scrutinize him, and suddenly he feels very small, despite being nearly double your height when he is not laying at your feet.

"I assure you, Divine One, I'm fine-"

"You better not be lying to me, Zhongli, or I'll.."

You puff out your cheeks, almost pouting as you lean down and burst out in sudden laughter. It, admittedly, makes him jump, but the sound of your genuine laughter..makes him unbearably soft.

"Hm..I'll tell Hu Tao about that time you got your horns stuck in the tree when you tried to climb it to get me some fruit."

He coughs, desperately hoping his embarrassment doesn't show on his face, "I assure you, Most Divine, that I would not lie to you. Ah..but, if you would, please do not tell the Director about that incident."

"Only if you let me pet your tail. Pretty please?"

He really was weak for you if your exaggerated puppy dog eyes made him weak in the knees, relenting and slinking the tail over your lap - it was worth it, at least, to see your eyes light up as you combed through the fur, brushing your fingers delicately across the scales.

He desperately hoped you would ignore the low rumbling purr in favor of focusing on his tail. He did not need further ammunition for the Director.

#sagau #genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin #zhongli #sagau zhongli #fic tag #hands u pathetic malewife zhongli #he has 0 understanding of emotions and just kinda rolls with the vibe #touch starved puppy zhongli is smth that can be so personal #also hu tao def knows hes morax bc thats his grandchild and also she knows Too Much #also its v short but im sappy as hell and hes my first victim of the month #i just want to chew on him like a dog toy #comrade if ur reading this this fic is targeted and im inside ur walls open up

[softsinnamonart]

kavetham mermaid au part 15

we’re hitting the end game folks, buckle up now. will kaveh survive being escorted out of the restaurant? find out next time :3

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[minty-fanfic-corner]

"I can't do this anymore" (short fics)

Not me writing another hurt-comfort because I’m feeling down lol

 Anywaaaaay, sorry for my absence. I’m hella busy even during summer… I just moved out and I’m still trying to get a job. Things should get better soon ^^''

Characters: Diluc, Childe, Thoma, Kaeya & Ayato

Warning: Hurt-comfort, angst

A/N: Short headcanons and not proof-read cuz I’m lazy

“I can’t do this anymore…”

Diluc

 The maids were actually worried about your state. They had seen you getting worse and worse lately, and today you finally broke down. One of them ran to Diluc’s office to tell him what was happening. As soon as he was aware of the situation, he sprang out of his chair and was in your shared bedroom within a few seconds. His heart ached as he saw your sobbing form on the bed. You felt the mattress shifting under his weight when he sat next to you. You quietly and quickly made your way in his strong arms and strong embrace. He stroked your hair in a way that made you feel safe, for the first time in forever.

“You’re okay my love, I promise. You’ll get better and I’ll help you, no matter what.”

Childe

“Come on Y/N, we’re almost done with today’s training! Just push yourself a little mo-“

“I can’t Childe! I can’t do this anymore...!” you told him as you fell on your knees. A loud sob left your lips as you started shaking. You kept working with Childe to meet his standards so he wouldn’t leave you. But your façade was breaking ever so slightly every day. And today was the final crack. You were in constant pain, both physically and mentally. The training was painful, you were covered in cuts and bruises. But you didn’t want to give up, because if you did, he’d leave you… Right?

“I’m sorry Y/N…” Childe said as he carefully helped you stand again. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry my love. Let’s go home and rest, shall we? Don’t worry about it anymore.”

Thoma

The first day you stayed in your room, you told Thoma that you were feeling sick and didn’t want to make him sick too. He understood and left you rest for the day. But now, it’s been three days, and you had barely left your room in these three days, let alone eat. So today, Thoma made his way to your room, a warm plate with your favourite foods in his hands.

“Y/N!” he called out, knocking at your door. “I’ve got you some food.”

No answers. He waited a few seconds to knock again, to no avail. He felt worry growing in his guts.

“Y/N, I’m going to open the door, okay...?”

And so he did, and he saw you, laying in bed. Thoma grew even more worried at how pale your skin was. Before you knew it, he was by your side, checking your temperature; you were indeed sick.

“Archons Y/N! Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling that way…!”

“Because I can’t take being a burden anymore…” you answered in a weak voice.

Thoma’s heart broke at your answer. You really thought that you were a burden?

“Y/N, my love… You’re not a burden! I care for you, and I’ve decided to be with you no matter what. Now let me help you, I can’t leave you alone with such a fever.”

Kaeya

Kaeya sighed as he closed the house’s door behind him. He saw the light flickering in the bedroom, and he knew that you were still awake. He knew that you were about to ask him a few questions. As a matter of fact, when he got in bed, you asked him:

“You were in the tavern again, weren’t you?”

“Yes… Why are you asking if you knew already?”

“Because you said we’d spend the evening together…” you answered. Kaeya froze at your words. His heart ached at the way your voice cracked. “I-I know you’re busy with work and I don’t blame you but… I miss you. And I don’t know if I can’t keep doing this anymore… It hurts to be alone, you know?”

At this point, your voice was barely a whisper and tears were falling freely from your eyes. Guilt was weighting in Kaeya’s stomach. You were hurt, and he was causing all of this. He passed an arm around your shoulders and pull you closer to him. With his free hand, he wiped your tears.

“Oh honey… I’m so sorry. I know that apologizing won’t fix it all, but I am truly sorry. Let’s do everything you want tomorrow, okay?”

Ayato

 Ayaka was the one who told him. She told him that you weren’t feeling well today. Ayato simply nodded when she mentioned it. He noticed that you weren’t your usual self lately and Ayaka just confirmed his suspicions. But when he asked you what was wrong, you acted as if you didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Y/N, both Ayaka and I noticed that you’ve changed… Did something happen?”

Your small smile fell at his words. So it was that obvious, huh? It was that obvious that you missed your home country that much?  

“I… I’m sorry Ayato… It’s just that I missed Liyue and-“ your voice cracked at this point and tears started to stream down your face. “I feel so trapped in Inazuma… I don’t know if I can do this anymore.”

He carefully wrapped his arms around your sobbing form, kissing your head lightly.

“Y/N, I know it’s hard… I’m sorry you’re feeling this way. But I promise that the vision hunt decree will end. And we’ll go to Liyue together, I promise.”

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[edgeray]

"MOON, TELL ME IF I COULD

send up my heart to you." - My Love Mine All Mine, Mitski

Arlecchino x Clervie Blurb

moon, a hole of light 

"Moon?" Peruere asked as she sat on the window sill beside the red-haired girl, the two of them observing the twilight night sky, stars beaming down on them and greeting them with a luminescent sight. Clervie nodded, her smile more radiant than any constellation that night. 

through the big top tent up high 

“If you say I'm the sun, then you have to be the moon, right?” 

here before and after me

She observed the moon, squinting her red-crossed eyes a bit at the round, white floating orb. It looked beautiful. Could she really compare? 

shinin’ down on me 

The shorter of the two leaned her body onto the other, their shoulders connecting to one another as Clervie laid her head on the white-haired girl's shoulder; hand-in-hand were a cursed, charcoal hand with a smaller, softer one, and yet they fitted perfectly with one another. 

moon, tell me if I could 

“Pureure. One day, I'm going to take you to see the Snezhnayan lights. And then, after that, the rest of Teyvat,” she whispered, intimate enough only for only the two of them to hear and no other. Emerald eyes gleamed towards the other girl. 

send up my heart to you? 

Pureure remained silent for a few moments, before shifting her body to lay her head on top of Clervie's. “Do you promise?” 

so, when I die, which I must do

“Yes.” 

could it shine down here with you?

Pureure stood, immobile and unwilling, as Clervie embraced her, resting her chin on top of her shoulder like she had done so many times before, except her hold isn't as tight–it's slipping, and Pureure wished that she could have held her tighter then. 

‘cause my love is mine, all mine

“You will be… a great king…”

I love mine, mine, mine

“I'm sorry… thank you…”

Nothing in the world belongs to me

Clervie fell, and so did Peruere's world. Her sun was gone, and without it, how else can a moon continue to shine? 

But my love mine, all mine, all mine,

#arlecchino #genshin impact fic #genshin impact fanfics #genshin arlecchino #clervie #peruere #clervie x peruere #edgeray.writes #edgeray.blog #btw #sorry for not my usual quality #first time writing this sort of thing #it's super short and it's a weekday so #dunno what you expect

[morbific-or-felicific]

Okay you guys I want to be a brat to Cyno so bad. Him while he was helping question those three guys during the archon quest? Please tell me how i only have two more strikes until I die by your hand like,

“That’s one.”

“One? One what?”

“One strike. Two more and you’re going to be very sorry.”

“Counting down? Really? I’m not a child.”

“That’s two.”

“Okay you don’t need to count down it’s not like I was that bad.”

“And that’s three.”

With a sigh Cyno stood up and started walking towards you. You began to back away until the backs of your knees hit the bed causing you to stumble backwards. He stopped when he reached the bed, staring down at you, his annoyance clear on his face.

“I’m uh, I’m sorry sir.”

“Good.”

Before you were entirely sure of what had happened, you were laying face down on Cyno’s lap with your skirt flipped up while he rested a hand on your thighs.

“I’ll show you just how sorry you should be.”

His threat caused a shiver to run through you before you felt a hard smack come down on your ass forcing a little scream from your throat.

“Count.”

This was going to be a long night. <3

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[paimonial-rage]

type - heizou [random writing event] | requested by @ebi-samaaa

Shikanoin Heizou really wasn’t your type. Sure he was handsome, and yes, his voice was rather nice to listen to. His flirtatious nature was definitely attractive. If only his face wasn’t so childish looking. And if only he weren’t just a little bit taller. Really, it really was a shame. If it were not for those things, he would have stolen your heart right off the shelves.

And really, it truly was such a shame, for the man was desperately in love with you. Completely head over heels one could say. No matter how many times you tried to shake him off, he chased after you relentlessly. He wanted you with such a passion that you often had to stop your heart from skipping a beat whenever your thoughts inevitably lead toward him.

As you walked down the long hallways of Tenshukaku, you wondered if you’d see him this evening. It was the night of the full moon, after all. Wouldn’t it be such a romantic backdrop to highlight the excitement of the event you were soon to partake? He surely wouldn’t leave you hanging, would he? You did send him an invitation, after all.

So as you stepped into the central room, you couldn’t mask the smile that curled the corners of your lips. It was empty, not that you were very surprised. If you planned it right, the Tenryou Commission and its soldiers were currently occupying the Hiiragi complex on high alert. All that work only for their honored guest of the evening to be a no show. How sad, but it really wasn’t your fault they didn’t know how to read a calling card.

With a soft chuckle, you gazed fondly at the pedestal at the center of the room. There, sitting upon plush velvet, was your target for the evening—a slightly faded black pearl inlaid in a silver ring. It didn’t take you long to pluck it up from its stand to slide over your finger. And, oh, how the luster shined in the moonlight. But as much as you wished to lose yourself in its beauty, duty came calling.

“My my, Detective,” you crooned sweetly, “We really must stop meeting like this.”

A laugh came from behind.

“I gotta hand it to you. When you said you’d be targeting the Evening Moon’s Jewel on a night like this, not even I thought you’d come for the New Moon.”

You spun and leaned against the pedestal with a careless huff.

“Oh come now, Detective,” you cried with a mocking pout. “It shouldn’t have taken you very long to notice the Hiiragi’s Full Moon pearl is nothing better than an elaborate fake. You should be thanking me for giving you a little excitement on such a boring evening.”

He smiled as he took a step forward, his stance purposely relaxed.

“Thank you for breaking the law? We’ve known each other for so long. I must say I’m hurt.”

You grinned cheekily.

“Oh, don’t say that. I was only joking. I was looking ever so forward to meeting you this evening. I really don’t get to see you as often as I would like, you know, so let’s make the most of it, hm?”

And with that anemo powered punch he threw at you soon after, you really hoped he wouldn’t be smart enough to check out the hospital the day after.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #shikanoin heizou #heizou #shikanoin heizou x reader #heizou x reader #my writing #writing event #request #ebi-samaaa #all of these fics i really want to polish up but i'm like doing my best not to spend more than two hours per fic #this is an idea i've been wanting to do for a while #a lupin to heizou's holmes #if it isn't clear there are two evening moon jewels: the full moon and the new moon #the full moon (owned by the hiiragis) is a white pearl #the new moon (located in tenshukaku) is a black pearl #and if the ending doesn't make sense reader is fully expecting to have a broken bone by the end of the evening #they're willing to forgive him tho because he's their type and is fun haha #i really want to put these fics under readmores but they're like.... too short for that? so it's like this long but not too long post ugh #thank you for the request though!!

[perpetualcynicism]

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜 (𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙲𝚢𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.)

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: …𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏?

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚢𝚗𝚘’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎.

𝙻𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑: 𝟼𝟹𝟻 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.

𝙰𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛-𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛.

… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚄𝚙 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚍.

The sharp clang of metal against metal rang through the air.

You twisted to the side, narrowly avoiding a strike aimed at your waist, and raised your dual blades to quickly block Cyno’s polearm as it came sweeping back down at you once more.

Clouds of sand were kicked up from the ground when you leapt backwards so that you stood directly opposite him. You levelled his steady gaze with a determined one of your own. A desert breeze swept by, stirring the scarlet sands, as if impatient for one of you to make a move. Neither of you so much as budged. 

There was silence, and all was still.

Cyno lunged at you, thrusting his polearm forwards. You dodged, the blade skimming past your shoulder, and caught his next attack between your two blades. He hesitated for a moment, unable to move his weapon, and you used the opportunity to throw a quick jab towards his stomach. He reacted immediately and jumped away, the metal of your sword millimetres away from grazing his skin.

You followed after him, closing the distance between you. Before you had the chance to land an attack, however, he stepped forwards and lunged towards you once more. You took a step back to avoid the blade, but his next attacks came hard and fast; you barely had time to react, his weapon almost a blur as you just managed to block him each time. Sparks flew from both weapons, a harsh clang resounding with each time contact was made.

Cyno took another step towards you in an attempt to close in on you, and you took another backwards, focused on maintaining enough space between you so that you wouldn’t get skewered.

You continued to back away, planning to take a few more steps and then change direction to gain the upper hand.

Four more steps, you counted. Three. Two. One—

Your back came into contact with something solid, and you were unable to move any further backwards. Cyno stood directly in front of you, blocking off any other escape routes. 

You were trapped.

Your mind whirred, trying to formulate a quick plan to get you out of the situation.

However, your thoughts faltered when Cyno leaned in towards you, the flicker of a smirk playing on his lips that he knew you couldn’t resist.

You swallowed, throat suddenly dry. You tried to back up further against what you now realised to be a palm tree, but there was nowhere to go. Your heart was racing— though whether from the sparring or the closeness, you could not be certain.

With a certain level of both horror and excitement, you realised that your faces were almost touching. You could feel the tips of Cyno’s fringe tickling your forehead.

As expected, you had hesitated for a moment too long, and Cyno took the chance to swiftly raise the blade of his polearm to your neck. The metal hovered a centimetre or so above your skin. You looked down at it, and your throat bobbed. You raised your eyes to meet his— and in his gaze you could make out every minute detail in those sharp ruby eyes (for your faces were even closer, now.)

You remained there for a moment, panting slightly, both a little winded.

A beat of silence passed. Two.

Cyno loosened his mental grip on you, shaking his head. “You should not let me take advantage of you so easily,” he sighed, lowering the blade from your throat.

Before he could react, you took advantage of his lowered guard and thrust forwards with your swords, disarming him in one swift, precise movement. His spear skidded to the side and landed in the sand.

Cyno blinked at you, momentarily stunned. A smirk lifted the corner of your lips.

“I know.”

#…yes‚ i do still have ten requests to work on for the event #but shhh #nobody needs to know that. #the fic is a bit short and sort of mediocre but eh #it’s almost 2am so i don’t really have the energy to create a masterpiece #maybe i should sleep. that might be a good idea #genshin impact x reader #cyno #cyno x reader

[barbiesdelicioustoes]

Academic rival!Scaramouche x Barista Fem!Reader.

Summary: Somehow, fate finds your suffering very amusing and blatantly cursed you with unfortunate events that involves your detested nemesis.

A/!: a crust of rdirt went uo iny m eyelids and RUINED MY PRECIOUS SLEEP FOR 3 DAYS STRAIGHT BECAUSE I KEPT SCRATCHING IR– so yeah, wrote this with a glossy red eye but its ok. oh and, alot of cursing!!

The chimes of the bell snaps you out of your reverie, rushing to the counter to tend to the customer. Working part-time during exam seasons truly is a nightmare, you've been running all day due to numerous students flooding the café to prepare for the examination.

A group of three highschoolers enthusiastically greets you and orders a few pastries and confectionery, though it did take a while due to their squabbles on what to pick. One named Hu tao aggressively tugs at the sleeves of their friend when he comes back to order another set of 5 popsicles for the third time.

An hour had passed, and the sunlight that once illuminated the surroundings slowly dissipates into the shadows as the once bright sky turns into an inky hue of blue. With that, you finally called it a day. A colleague calls for your name, telling you to enter the manager's room.

Upon your entry, your manager—grandma—flashes you a fond smile that spoke gratefulness. In return, a small smile crept to your face as you slightly bow at her. A gentle sweep of her index finger gestures you to the wooden stool.

With a mellow voice, she asks, "My dear, I'm planning on hiring a new worker. Is that okay?"

The unease in her tone makes you ponder on what was so wrong about hiring this new worker she spoke of, nonetheless you ignore it and chirp with a gleeful smile, "Of course, it's not a problem." And your grandmother returns your smile with fondness. "Expect to meet him next month, okay?"

"Mhm!"

--

"...What is the answer for this question–"

Not even two seconds later, you raise your hand amidst the crowd of students still scribbling in their notebooks. What you didn't notice however was another hand also raised confidently a split second prior to yours, and with this, your teacher lets out an exasperated sigh.

"Scaramouche, what's the answer?" You turn to the direction the teacher points, and your nemesis smirks at your glare. "Ten." He confidently answers and much to your dismay, he was right, and your teacher confirms that by a single word, "Correct."

A following of questions was asked along with you and your nemesis constantly battling each other by who can answer the most questions and who gets the most right answers, even your classmates could barely get a hold of a question because of how fast you two would raise your hand.

And after a whole hour of defeated glares and triumphant chuckles, the teacher congratulates you two for being the most annoying active students out of all he has ever stumbled upon as he prepares to go to his next class.

You and Scaramouche exchange disdainful glares for the last time you see him for the day.

--

Three days pass by and exams were over in the blink of an eye, but the current question stands, "who will get the exclusive book you and your nemesis have been eyeing?"

The two of you happen to have stumbled the same problem back a month ago, you wanted the thrilling novel that became your daily rants and Scaramouche also wanted the same novel out of curiosity and spite, mostly from spite though.

And since there was only one left in the bookstore, the librarian easily solved the problem by reserving it for the two of you but was left surprised by the mutual refusal. The poor librarian had witnessed the entire altercation between the two rivals, however it soon ended with your final conclusion,

"Whoever gets a bigger score than the other by the end of the exam, gets the book."

Hell week, at last, was over and you can finally get your beloved book. So with a deep breath and your glare that twinkled with fire and desperation to attain the book, you counted from one to three.

"One.. two... three."

"One hundred!" – "Ninety nine."

A wave of jubilation washed away the prior nervousness that lingered in the pits of your stomach as you stuck your tounge out at the frozen man infront of you.

Noticing his dejected form, you paid for the book and lightly tap his shoulder.

"I'll let you borrow later, hm?"

The sky is painted with a deep orange blended with a soft pink hue, along with the clouds that reflected the color. You take your phone out from your pocket, holding it up in the sky as you move around to get a good angle. When you let your phone down to admire the pictures, its camera catches a particular figure you're not so excited to see.

Scaramouche halts in his tracks, equally confused as you. Averting your gaze, you went back to ignoring him and take more pictures of the ethereal sky. You did try your best to ignore him fully but seeing that he went to the direction you were supposed to go, you can't help but presume that his house may be near the cafe.

But you find the idea ridiculously irritating so you wave it off and stroll towards the café.

Half an hour has passed, the café finally comes in view after leisurely walking around, and kicking rocks to take your time. Inside the cafe is flooded with an unusual long line of people and your colleague going here and there while displaying a wavering smile at the overwhelming amount of people.

A chime of the bell catches everyone's attention and all of a sudden, you feel very unwelcomed. An apologetic smile crosses your features, before dropping once you recognize their uniforms. Nevertheless, the urge to escape their gaze continuously bothers you as you place your ID in the table.

Your colleague—Ayaka—pulls the edge of your bag, stumbling you towards her, and whispers into your ear, "The new worker is here!" Then, a flash of your grandmother's words courses through you. You remain still in your position, processing what your colleague and grandmother told you.

'Ah. That's why.'

Though it did answer a few questions, it failed to answer the reason why there is a huge line of people from your school. And so, you glance at the crowd before curiously asking Ayaka, "Why is there a lot of people though?"

"Uhm–the newbie is sorta attractive and a lot of girls pass by here so they saw him and then they decided to enter the cafe to see him."

'Oh. Now that makes sense.'

"So it's his turn today?" Ayaka nods her head with a hum. Your curiosity was now deemed satisfied therefore there was no time to be idling around, and you hurriedly run into the manager's room. Completely missing the new worker's shocked gaze that followed your figure.

As usual, your grandmother greets with optimism despite the galling squeals outside and carefully props your bag near her table. "The café sure is lively at night." She mutters, as you start to change out of your uniform. "I can't even imagine what it might be like tomorrow." A chuckle escapes her chapped lips, and the sound relieves you.

You open the door with a click after changing, taking a deep breath to prepare for the horde of people, only to be greeted with two girls who can't stop squealing and giggling at, what you presumed to be, the worker. The sight is annoying as it is.

So with garnered courage, you stand by the worker's side and attempt to shoo off the girls with an indignant glare. Of course, it did not work so to top it off, "Get out or I'll ban you from coming here." With a sweet tone coated with sarcasm, still not aware of the perplexed gaze your fellow new colleague sent you. As expected, the girls run off towards the door in fear of never seeing their crush again.

"Well now that's that," followed by a huff as you place your hands on your hips, and you proudly steer your gaze at the poor newbie, "So, how are you liking–" only for your nemesis to come in view, an astounded expression splayed across his features instead of the usual scowl you see in his face everyday.

The abrupt silence even concerned the other worker as you two stared at each other simultaneously as if asking, "why are you here?"

At last, Ayaka shatters the intense tension by accidentally turning off the lights then apologizing sheepishly. "Sorry, [Name]. I pity our new barista though." She jokingly says to lighten the mood, but ceased to continue due to the harsh glare you've been giving him in which he simply averts it all.

After a good 30 minutes of deliberately avoiding Scaramouche as you clean the café, the bothersome alarm beeps on your phone and you rush to shut it up. "Hey, [Name], shouldn't you go home by now?" Ayaka asks, giggling at your disheveled state.

"Huh? Ah, ye–" You suddenly shiver, feeling someone's scorching leers behind you. 'Guess I still have to answer some questions.'

"Nope, I'll go home with our dear new barista here." You innocently smile, and she tilts her head, wondering if you're being sarcastic or not. But she shrugs it off and goes to the staff room to change her clothes without a clue on the tense atmosphere.

Scaramouche idly stands near the counter, watching every move you make. His fierce expression reminiscents you of a cat that harbors a murderous intent, and is off to lacerate your skin with its claws. But in your case, his glare alone pricks tiny needles on your skin.

A few minutes pass of you tending to your tasks while Scaramouche simply expresses interest at the utensils to distract himself from maliciously staring at you for too long. You can practically feel just how awkward it feels right now, with the way both of you occasionally exchange glances, seeminly wanting to approach the other and throw unwanted questions.

But then a thought strucks you, 'It's just Scaramouche, what am I so scared for?'

And so, you chuck your nervousness down to the murky depths of your mind as you reluctantly approach him. His eyes meets yours and you part your mouth, "how did get you here?"

He chuckles, subtly amused by the way you outrightly ask him with the same question that's been bugging him perpetually since he has seen you in the same outfit as him. But as usual, his indifferent and snarky façade takes over and an audacious scoff escapes his lips.

"Curious, are we?"

"Oh don't kid around, I know you're also curious."

A click of his tounge confirms another of your curiosity, but it does not sate your confusion. "Well?" You try again, and this time he finally answers, "the manager offered my Aunt this job, but she refused so she gave it to me instead." He explains, hoping you wouldn't ask him any more questions. He's inwardly sweating bullets at this point.

A small smile creeps to your face as your hand reaches to pat his shoulder, "Haha, what are you so nervous for?" – "What a two-face." Of course, he had to ruin the mood you had set up to ease the tension. A vein nearly pops in your temple when he pushes your hand off of his shoulder.

'Asshole, I was just trying to be nice.'

And Ayaka comes strolling in and is confused at your foul mood.

--

Ah, right. Did I ever mention that luck seems to stray far away from your direction?

The very second you open the door, your friends pull you and roughly drags you to your seats. And before you can even garner a thought, Your friend surrounds you with an aura that terrifies you, one that usually calls for any type of lecture for something you've done. But instead, their eyes glimmer with the very same confusion as you have.

"Dude, are you and Scara dating?" Aether questions, disregarding your utterly bewildered state. Heizou, the one who dragged you, bursts into laughter at the way your expression twists to a scrunched up nose and mouth ajar at the absurd nonsensical question your friend had sputtered.

You're about to retort when Kokomi fishes her phone out of her pink bag and shows you a photo of both you and your nemesis smiling and conversing like a pair of couple, very nearly choking in your own spit when you see the amount of likes just below the photo.

Out of all ludicrous bullshit you've heard and seen throughout your entire college life, the post and Aether's question easily declares itself as "top 1 bullshit of all time." Shame and humiliation engulfed your prior serene mood as your group shows genuine concern when you slump in the chair and make no sign of life.

You are utterly fucked. Both in school and at the café.

Aether and Heizou scrutinizes your figure, but does not make a move on your miserable corpse whose soul decided to take a break from the divine curses someone has casted on you.

"Yikes, imagine being shipped by your three-year rival." Aether chuckles, poking your arm as an attempt to cheer you up.

"I'm gonna cry my ass off when this turns into an academic rivals to lovers trope."

"Add the 137k words with mutual pining and slow burn."

"Don't forget the last updated at 2016," Heizou adds, sneaking a glance at your dying state, "Still ongoing, by the way."

The three of them continues to chatter about your situation, occasionally giving you pats to comfort you. But your panicked mind can barely have the time to think about them anyway, as they were dulled under the sound of countless thoughts spiralling around your head.

You only pray that no one will pester you on your way home.

--

Of course, you are proven wrong.

If you were to describe your journey from your classroom to the gate alone, it was certainly like you were some sort of famous celebrity who tried to wander around, inconsiderate of the fact that people will undoubtedly recognize your face and interrogate personal matters. Luckily, you managed to get pass and deal with them smoothly with the assistance of your friends.

Just when you reach the street where the café resides, a few featherlight waterdrops trickles at your arm, alerting you of an incoming downpour. Sliding down the other sleeve of your backpack, your hand reaches behind and slides inside as you rummage through your things to find an umbrella.

Notebooks, pencil cases, papers–

You don't have an umbrella, instantly recalling the spot you had placed the item, specifically the shoe rack at the café. Before you could curse about it, the light rain mockingly laughs at you and the prior raindrops turn into something much, much more heavier, soaking your hair first and then your entire body.

'Haha, what the heck?'

In your peripheral vision, a stray cat stares at you with dilated pupils under the protective shade of a rooftop as unwanted shock refuses to let you move. The cat's soft meows finally eases your frustrated mind, and you hurry to take cover underneath a tree beside the sign that shows the name of the street.

You press your foot further into the sole of your shoes and it lets out a squeaky sound that further irritates you more as you sputter, "I'm very offended, mothernature. what did I ever do to you?" And as if it heard you, a deafening roar of thunder attacks your ears so close behind you as a warning. You take it as your cue to close your mouth shut.

The sounds of pitter-patter rain is soothing, even though you had quite a ton of obnoxious events today, it effortlessly washes all of the pent up emotions that you had to hold in. 'It wouldn't be bad to stay here for awhile,' your body crouch down and you hug your knees, careful to not let your skirt get wet underneath you.

Your shift was nearly at 8:00pm anyways, and it was barely the start of the evening, so it wouldn't hurt to be a little late, right?

For a brief moment, your eyes absorb the breathtaking view infront of you when the streetlights turns on. It was a natural habit for you to remember the schedule on when the streetlights switches on, and when it turns off with how frequent you've been coming.

And so, that alone tells you that it is currently 6:00pm but a thought to start moving had not crossed your mind.

Next to your right, is an uphill street that leads you to the supposed destination and luckily, the area around the café is mostly filled with wild animals in the forest that the head of the street sternly restricted vehicles to prevent extinction. Which resulted in people not liking the rules so they blatantly ignored the street.

That lessens the risk of kidnappers appearing to take yo–

A faint splatter of water causes you to rapidly whip your head to the source of sound while unpleasant emotions swirls around your stomach and the feeling of it tightens your chest with nothing but dread. The prior sounds of raindrop is muted over the erratic rhythm of your heartbeat.

A short stature starts to loom out of darkness and prowls towards you. Adrenaline begins to flood your veins, eyes glued to the shady person in case they do something funny. After multiple seconds of anticipating any action they might do, the dim light of the lamp finally reveals the figure, and its widened indigo eyes catches your panicked gaze.

And for a moment, a twinkle of guilt sparks in his irises before scurrying in your direction. "You idiot! Do you even know how worried your grandma is!?" He exclaims, before freezing when he notices your damp hair.

He stops in his tracks when he's close enough beside you, reaching a hand out to you with a closed umbrella in his palm. With a faint click of his tounge, he hesitantly mutters, "...you look like you got dumped."

"Still as annoying as ever, I see." You breathe out a deep sigh, ignoring his outstretched arm and turning your head to the much more interesting puddle infront of you.

"Are you going to take it or not?"

"Isn't it your shift today?"

He grunts, "stop dodging my question."

Rolling your eyes, you shoot up from your seat and begrudgingly accept the umbrella. "How do you know my grandmother?" You ask as you open the umbrella, he darts his eyes to you then to the umbrella, "I.. Ayaka told me." That receives him a short nod of your head, together with a hum.

Both of you start heading towards the café in silence, albeit strained, it was more comfortable compared to the times where it was unbearable due to the contempt and hatred that lingered in the air. The heavy downpour died down shortly after you started to utilize your umbrella, even Scaramouche surprisingly noticed and mockingly commented on your unfortunate luck.

"Oh yeah," you turn around to face him, "where were you earlier at school?"

Scaramouche furrows his eyebrows, and murmurs a simple excuse, "I had to help my aunt." He tilts his head slightly upwards and gestures for you go forward. Even so, you strangely feel the urge to converse normally with him today. "What's she like?" His mouth parts to answer but the squeaking of your shoes interrupts him.

"...we should hurry up."

You only let out small 'yeah' as you glare at your damped and noisy sneakers to shut up.

--

After that incident, everything became more unexpectedly pleasant. You used to be convinced that there were more to come and haunt you with far more insignificant bothersome occasions, however they never showed up.

Like for an instance, the dating rumours that made you have sleepless nights slowly died down due to your friend's terrifying threats and warnings to leave you alone. Actually, knowing their reputation as a band, Ayaka covertly requested to end the rumours once and for all wherein they all complied.

And then, several weeks later, his friend, Childe, frequently started to joyously visit the café accompanied by his younger siblings who soughts for unwelcomed trouble and confectionaries that will surely impose a great danger for their teeth due to the increasingly alarming amount of candies they purchase everyday.

Since he started to visit, more people began to flood the cafe, much to your grandmother's satisfaction. Most of his visits consists of bugging Scaramouche with his strange tales and hilarious stories, and yours along with Ayaka's presence doesn't go unnoticed. He often makes you two join their conversation, all of which are mostly unsuccessful due to how busy you are.

---

Your relationship with Scaramouche progressed into something you've never even imagined before; a decent friendship.

It initially started when a stern substitute teacher deliberately paired you with him, paying no mind of the brief gasps of shock and faint 'ooh' of your fellow classmates. He reasoned when you both pleaded for another partner, "what? it's not like you're going to commit something illegal, right?" And all of the students in the room had their jaw dropped into the ground at the bravery of their teacher.

Worse yet, this project had points that will noticeably increase your grades and it needed two people for it to finish. So as you silently cursed at fate, you reluctantly obliged to his request to meet up at the café and get it done.

"You're not supposed to do it like that–!" He says as he snatches the pen from your grasp, scrawling away the numbers that you have made. Your gaze oddly lingered at your fingers that had initiated subtle contact with his, as he does his own solution.

Immediately after a few minutes, he curtly stopped upon finishing and looked at you dead in the eye, successfully tearing your gaze away from your hand. A puckish smirk grew on your lips at his dumbfounded state of realization. "It is like that, you airhead."

Most of the two days was blatant arguing and disagreeing each other's idea out in public instead of actually acting on doing the project. But nevertheless, it was finished within a week and the teacher that assigned you both was satisfied with the immaculate presentation.

The other adults heard of it and began to blatantly pair the two of you, as if they hadn't seen the altercations that had occured between the two of you in the past. Your group quietly bursted into laughter when they once witnessed the strained smiles and stiff interactions infront of the amazed yet oblivious teachers.

--

Whenever one of you get sick, the teacher would hand them the other's worksheet, telling them to give it to the other once they feel better. The first time that happened was when you were sick with an abnormally high fever and it was the weekend when you got better.

A ring in your doorbell stops you from whatever you were doing and you scramble to open the door. Lo and behold, your detested nemesis greets you with a sweet sarcastic grin and crossed arms. Despite the gradual pounding of your heartbeat, you yell, "why the heck are you here!?" His prior expression drops and was now replaced with a frown.

"Why are you so noisy in the morning? Relax, I'm just here to give you your worksheets." Before you can open your mouth, he quickly adds, "Heizou sent Kazuha your address and Kazuha sent it to me so I can give these to you."

'Does he know how to read minds or what?'

He hands out a folder with your name neatly written in a small font at the top, and his gaze points at the item. Then an idea pops up in your head and a small smile graces your lips as you take the folder from his hands, "do you wanna come in?"

That resulted to unintelligible words slipping from his mouth as a vague yet noticeable rosy color slowly tint his pale cheeks. You repeatedly blink at his reaction, wondering if you had said something wrong. His mouth thins into a line upon noticing your reaction and attempts to obscure his flustered expression by coughing into his fist (in which he fails miserably).

"Yeah, sure. Do you have lavender melon?"

"Your whole face is red–"

"Shut up. Do you have the fruit or not?"

"...your face is still–"

"Shut up!"

During that very same day, your mother unexpectedly enters your room and threw you an impish snicker when Scaramouche hastily introduces himself as your friend, missing the subtle blush in your ears at your mother's knowing actions.

After that, you randomly ask him while watching a horror movie if he really was your friend and he carelessly confirms by a tiny nod of his head, too engrossed at the story to ponder about it.

It is currently spring.

Exactly ten months after Scaramouche made its appearance on the café and the fortuitous events that led both of you no choice but to tolerate fate's puerile schemes.

However, it seems the two of you unconsciously wandered off on your own since fate left to deal with other matters.

You've met his mother, he's met yours. He barges into your house every week, and you crash into his once a month (only once a month because of his peculiar insistence on not letting you visit). He doesn't call you with insults that typically pissed you to no end, and you constantly stop yourself from spitting out vulgar words directed to him.

He once slept at your place, you once ate at his. He's slept at your shoulder thrice while you slept on his lap twice. He only calls you idiot, dumbass and the specific nickname that he shamelessly stole from you; airhead. But as a not-so apology, he gave you the permission to call him; Kunikuzushi.

With every tale you share to your friends, it still remains a mystery to them as to why both of you never bothered to step further into the line of something more than just a friendship. Actually, it's more like, you will cross the line but in order to cross that, you have to acknowledge your feelings.

And the problem is, you're too afraid to admit your feelings to avoid hurtful rejection despite the painfully patent signs of reciprocated desire.

And sometimes, just sometimes, you reluctantly allow the myriad of what ifs plague your somnolent mind as the gleams of moonlight serves as an admirable scene to let your mind wander.

--

Scaramouche vehemently eyes the white envelope on the table with a wrinkled nose and knitted eyebrows. His eyes darts from the love letter to the giddy smile plastered on your face. After minutes of silence, Scaramouche heaves out a sigh, "[Name], I told you to reject the love letters."

Your prior smile drops and you excessively roll your eyes at his words, "Isn't Lumine fine though?" Your voice, albeit small, emanates with genuine admiration and envy, and he absolutely loathes the ardent words that doesn't deserve to be coated with your awestruck tone.

Kazuha did always tell him to confess sooner or the privilege of simply being with you inevitably slips from his grasp. And yet, he does nothing. Not when you look dazzling while you babble about how lovely Lumine is, not when you blindly push him to her with huge expectations, not when your smile is enough to stop him from boldly rejecting her love.

But still, if he doesn't do anything at this point, he's really going to lose you.

.. atleast that's what he thinks.

He clicks his tounge in an unnecessary volume, "throw it away." As he slides the paper away from him. "Aw, come on. Just try to read it, please?" He doesn't even spare you a glimpse, his eyes resolutely glued to the wall beside him.

"Fine," you mumble in defeat as you shove the envelope in your bag.

"Why are you so insistent about this anyway?" His prying eyes lock onto yours, crossing his arms. "I don't even like her, I'm pretty sure you're aware of that."

'I don't know either. Perhaps I'm just using this as an opportunity to get rid of whatever I feel when I'm with you..' is what you want to say but all that comes out of your mouth is a half hearted chuckle, "both of you suit each other, so why not just give it a try?" His look speaks disbelief at your reason, fully unconvinced and more suspicious of you.

"I'm not believing that."

"You never believe my words though." You lean back on your chair, breathing out a sigh.

"That's because it's purely nonsense."

"Then is it still nonsense if I said I liked you–" For a split second after the abrupt halt, your mind blanks. And the next, as if it was instinct, your palm swiftly grasps your mouth close, mind stirring into a whirlpool of uncountable thoughts.

'Did he hear me? I'm sure I just whispered it but still–'

Even the ruffles of the trees is audible from outside whereas a sound nor word was completely gone from the seat across you. And you would've thought he mercilessly left you if it wasn't for the visible shoe underneath the table.

So with mustered up courage, you reluctantly glimpse at him with the tinest crane of your head. And you swear your breath got taken away when he comes in view with widened eyes who cuaght your gaze the second you looked at him, the same rosy colour that went up from his neck to his porcelain cheeks, and a quivering parted mouth.

Even when your heart is hammering against your chest and the heat that is gradually flaring your ears, you subconsciously mutter, "You.. you look like an idiot, Kuni."

This time, he doesn't remind you of a malicious cat anymore. He reminds you of that one teenage boy who confessed to their crush and he ended up getting flustered with all the stuttering and flushed faces. But in your case, you're the one who carelessly confessed and yet you're the only one who feels rather calm?

Perhaps after seeing that expression of his, all your doubts and anxieties flew out of the window and practically answered all the questions in your heart. After a few moments of complete silence, he still remains frozen and you have already calmed down while he looks like the humanoid of a ripe tomato.

"Raiden Scaramouche?" Nope.

"My about to be four-year nemesis?" Still not it.

"Kunikuzushi?" Okay, he's still staring at you with his mouth slightly open and you worry if a fly goes inside it.

"I'm serious, it's been five minutes since you had that expression, Kuni." You stood up from your seat and walked to his seat as you carefully reach for his forehead to assess his temperature.

He flinched and then grabbed your wrist so unexpectedly. "Did you finally–" "Say it again." His tone is hushed and you can't take your eyes away from his flushed face. You respond, raising a brow, "Say what?" – "What you said earlier."

You blink twice, wondering what he's talking about before realizing he meant your accidental confession. You can feel your ears burning at his request but you've already made a fool out of yourself anyways.

"I said, is it still nonsense if I said I liked you?"

You already know his answer by the way his irises sparkled with hope upon hearing your words.

"Alright, Childe, pay up."

Childe blinks at the shorter man, "what? Why?"

"[Name] just called me saying she's dating him now."

Three heads simultaneously turned their heads towards Heizou, demanding an explaination with their blazing eyes. "Woah woah, calm down," he defensively waves both of his hands, "[Name] ended the call after saying that, is all."

The blond widely grins as Childe grunts while taking out his wallet. "I told you, Lumine would be a great help!"

"Huh? Lumine?" Kazuha spins his gaming chair towards Aether who's too busy counting the amount of money paper in his hands and therefore cannot answer. Deflates upon realizing he won't answer then perks up when Kokomi provides the explanation for him.

"Aether basically asked Xingqiu to write five love letters, and then after, he told Lumine about his plan which.." she places her finger on her chin, "Oh. He told Lumine to act like she's inlove with Scaramouche and give him the letters through [Name]."

"What about Aether's bet?"

"Oh that? Aether had a bet with Childe that both of them will confess by the fourth letter."

Heizou chuckles at the ginger who's glaring daggers at the blond, "they really just needed a little push." All of them nod their head in agreement.

"Also Childe, you owe me Katsu Sandwich."

A/N: if you use your brain, you can see how my writing style literally changes in each scene. Ov well, I wrote it in different days anywahs.

#scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin oneshot #you ever just spend 8 hours on a writing app for 4 days in a row and end up with this.. idk anymore short fic? #yeah same.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Opposite au where childe being stuck in human form drains his energy more so when he turns into foul legacy to fight he gets all uncontrollable if he’s been in human form for too long so when he’s in jail in fontaine and when he’s awake after being knocked out he gets stuck in foul legacy form all angry without any control and the second reader learns he’s in goddamn prison and theyre treating him wildly since he’s now stuck as foul legacy(the guards see it as threat) reader rushes over and tries to comfort him behind the bars.

(angst to fluff? angst to fluff.)

you. you get it.

you're unsurprised when you hear that Childe's been arrested- it was bound to happen at some point, and you both promised to bail each other out if you got into these situations- but you freeze when you're told of his near transformation into Foul Legacy, rushing off to where he's being held without another word. you do your absolute best to patiently explain the situation once you arrive- until you hear the unmistakable shriek of an Abyssal monster, somewhere far away, and your head snaps towards the sound. ignoring the shout of the guards you sprint over, the shriek turning into guttural hisses, and you hurriedly step in front of everyone gathered around the cell and hold up your hands towards the creature inside

Childe. Foul Legacy. your Foul Legacy

Legacy softens the moment he sees you, his bristling fur slowly smoothing out until it's only a little bit poofed, harsh growls becoming whines as he takes what few steps he has in a confined cell to be as close to you as possible. and you gently shush him, allowing him to lean into your palms, his whole body slumping with relief when you begin scratching carefully under his chin. one of the prison guards dares to step closer and Foul Legacy immediately hisses, baring his fangs, and you turn to glare at all the people staring until they finally relent and run away, presumably to get the head of the prison. but you don't care, and simply reach up to pet Legacy's head, almost crying when you hear his quiet purrs, his claws wrapping around your wrists. your murmurs fill the small space, telling him that everything will be okay, that you'll stay by his side until all of this is over, because you will, no matter what the prison guards say

besides, you doubt they want to deal with the repercussions of taking you away from Foul Legacy

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #chit chat #anon #god i could write a whole fic about this #foul legacy when you show up at the prison: :D #foul legacy if the guards try to take you away: D: #he will become violent very quickly #when you ask the guards to let you stay it's for EVERYONE'S sake #now i just have this image of you and legacy sitting in his cell and he's laying on you and tilts his head up to bump against your chin #short scenario #other's stuff #FAVE

[avemstella]

I said I had more Dulce est Desipere in Loco art and I was not kidding (this isn't even all of it lol). Massive spoilers under cut haha (also uh tw for some gore, which I guess is a spoiler in it of itself but whatever). Also there's my hyper specific to this fic's universe Focacchino meta down there too lol.

I love drawing deranged abyss corrupted Furina can't u tell haha. I also really like the idea of Furina going full Roman Emperor when she's corrupted (I looked at paintings of Nero for that design)

Also doomed toxic yuri

This isn't a literal showing of what happened, but I do like that idea that due to Furina being corrupted there was more abyssal influence, hence more monsters which ended up killing Egeria. So while Furina girl failed at revenge, in a way she did cause it.

And of course, Focacchino. I love them, your honor. Alre has abandoned her homeland for a foreign god and returns to finally meet her former Archon only to realize she was a weak fake all along and has to grapple with that. Except, it gets revealed to her later that weakness was just a facade and that god was the reason her homeland will drown. But even with how much she has lost her mind she still does everything for her son in her own messed up way, and that is something she can respect.

And in Furina's case this is a woman who successfully raised her kids into weapons but somehow still gave them a better life. Who is honestly trying to stop this nation from drowning, no matter her methods. Who in the end respects Furina despite the blood on her hands. And most important of all, will kill her. So that Neuvillette would be spared having to do it himself.

#genshin impact #furina #Focacchino #arlefuri #(the first ship name just sounds better to me (it flows better) but I'll tag both I guess) #neuvillette #fic stuff #my art #avem rambling #arlecchino #genshin impact egeria #also if u noticed #yes I cut off Arle's stupid ponytail #she's so much better with short hair #dedil stuff

[softsinnamonart]

kavetham mermaid au part 14

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as usual, L -> R

#genshin impact #kaveh #gi kaveh #procreate art #genshin fanart #genshin impact sumeru #kaveh genshin #procreate #procreate artwork #kaveh fanart #alhaitham x kaveh #alhaitham #mermaid kaveh #chef alhaitham #kaveh mermaid au #kavetham mermaid au #haikaveh #kavetham #haikaveh mermaid au #genshin alhaitham #kaveh x alhaitham #genshin au #genshin modern au #genshin comic #short comic #genshin fanfics #genshin fic