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zhongrin · 2 years

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| ◆ ch.8.1 ⑊ (probably not) omniscient.

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◇ a/n ◇ we don't do imposter au here but we do have imposter syndrome :) honestly, relatable i also had to split this into two parts since it was getting too long, apologies!

to say that you're shocked after being told that you were asleep for twenty whole days was an understatement.

you weren't that tired, were you? when you went to bed that night after somehow helping to rectify the disaster that has befallen inazuma, you felt… normal. well, a tad tired perhaps, like you just had a busy day at work. and when you woke up, it felt like you managed to get a good eight hours of sleep.

eight hours…

how long was 'a day' in-game translated to earth time again?

"[name]~! you're awake!!"

you definitely weren't expecting anyone to be in the same room as you, especially since said room is located in a place that normal intruders would find hard to sneak in unnoticed. but you would have recognized that voice anywhere.

"what is it with you archons always appearing out of nowhere!"

barbatos blinks owlishly and gives you an innocent look, "oh… you're not happy to see me?"

"wha- i didn't say that," you grab onto your other arm and shift on your feet, "i was just surprised, is all. next time, can you just, i dunno, knock before entering a room?"

"okay!" he beams and steps closer to your side, angling his upper body diagonally in a cutesy manner as his arms settle behind his back, "sooo, i was thinking, since you look all healthy and energized now… how do you feel about going to a festival?"

"a… festival?"

"mmhm!"

"i mean, i would be more than happy to, but-"

"great! then, let's go! our ride is here!"

"what-"

you hear a commotion outside and instinctively release a yelp as the door towards the balcony of tenshukaku opens with a loud slam. a heavy gust of wind attacks the makeshift bedroom that beel had fashioned for you, knocking books and vases and various things off their places. it's so strong you had to close your eyes to prevent it from drying out, and you hear familiar laughter in your ears before a sense of weightlessness washes over your entire body. before you can fully understand what was happening, you come face to face with a familiar-looking dragon.

dvalin bows upon meeting your gaze, his low, rumbly voice echoing loudly even amidst the soldiers trying to make sense of the scene. his scales have somehow lost their luster, and you can see that a few of them are chipped off his back, but his magnificent form remains unchanging. in the corner of your eyes, you see beel appearing on the balcony, her weapon slowly dematerializing behind her as she shoots barbatos an unimpressed look.

"and so we meet again, eminent one."

"h-hi, dvalin… so, uh, i'm guessing you're our 'ride'?"

"it would be my honor to escort you to the city of freedom."

"right, right, away with the formality, let us depart at once before the jealous shogun decides to attack us for disturbing inazuma's peace!"

one playful giggle later, you feel the wind carry you onto the dragon's back. as soon as you're sitting securely right in front of the anemo archon, dvalin's wings flap away from tenshukaku. you barely catch a glimpse of baal bowing towards you before your whole vision shifts into the blue sky. it's a wonder how you're managing to not topple off the dragon's back when he's literally moving straight up into the clouds, but you suspect barbatos has something to do with it. besides, the arms wrapped around you are certainly helping with your anxiety of freefalling into the hard ground of inazuma.

"[name], are you having fun?"

the close proximity of his voice causes your cheeks to warm up, but you nod, not trusting that your voice would be audible over the loud wind whipping around the two of you as you soar through the sky at unimaginable speed.

"don't worry, you're safe with me! i am, afterall, the one who controls the wind!"

"r-right…"

barbatos hums a rather cheerful tune, and you smile as his voice enters your ears. it sounds nostalgic… no, very familiar… you think it sounds just like one of the soundtracks that play in mondstadt, but the absence of any instruments whatsoever makes you doubt yourself.

but how on earth would barbatos know of the songs playing in the background of the game itself?

in the first place, what is the game anyway? which one of the worlds you know is the actual reality? what's going to happen when you finish your 'task' here?

what if you're just crazy and this is all just a long fever dream?

"[name]? you're shivering, are you cold?"

"huh?! oh…. y-yeah, just a little…"

a flutter of cloth later, you find barbatos' cape wrapped over you, his bluish-green eyes shining with mirth as he takes a good look at your form in the new ensemble.

"ehe~ you look adorable wearing this! keep it on, okay? don't want you to catch a cold~"

can you catch a cold in the first place? you decide to not ask him such a trivial question, and instead choose the more important ones after voicing your gratitude.

"are we going to mondstadt?"

"ding ding ding! yes, we are!" the bard snaps his fingers and beams cheerfully at you, "with dvalin's speed, it shouldn't take us that long till we reach mondstadt! i assure you, you're going to have so much fun!!"

"is it really okay though? i mean…," you trail off, remembering the state of the city the last you saw it in-game. "is… is jean okay?"

"oh, the grand master? yes, she's very excited to meet you! she is one of the organizers who worked hard to make the festival runs smoothly! oh, of course, i helped too! praise me, praise me!"

you smile at the youthful enthusiasm in his eyes and decide to indulge him just a little, since he's acting rather adorably, "thank you, barbatos. you've worked hard."

"ehe~ aw, shucks, [name], you're making me feel embarrassed with such sincerity…"

a thought suddenly comes to your mind, and it seems like the topic should be properly discussed before you reach the city itself. therefore, you ask with a gentle tone, "um- should i call you venti or barbatos? i know you want to maintain your venti identity in front of the mondstadt population…"

"aha, you're as considerate as ever, [name]~ but don't worry, you can call me either way.... i suppose you didn't know this, but us archons had to take the lead in fighting back and protecting our people, lest what we've built so far be burnt to ashes along with ourselves."

the solemn expression on his face tells you of the grievances he has endured thus far. just as in the game, his love for mondstadt shines through at the direst times, and for some reason you feel... proud, of him. your hand subconsciously comes up to pat barbatos' head, and his look switches to one of wonder and surprise, before finally morphing to glee.

"hehe! well the good thing is that i can freely accompany you everywhere, since i clearly hold that privilege among others!"

"just don't get too drunk," you reprimand him.

"dear me, of course not! since you're here now, i'd rather be able to remember my time with you when i wake up tomorrow!"

venti's hum enters your ears once again before you can even comment on his exclamation. he looks so happy and content now, that you don't dare to pursue the topic further.

thankfully, you didn't have to stew in the uncomfortable fogginess inside your chest for too long. a few moments later, dvalin suddenly starts diving downwards into the clouds. your vision fills with white mists, the rapidly dropping altitude making an uncomfortable sensation within your stomach. eyes squeezed shut, you try to tell yourself to not vomit and focus on the cheery humming coming right from behind you.

"[name], are you okay?"

"just... a little nauseous...."

"i see. don't worry, we'll be there soon, okay?"

you nod, not trusting your throat to not gag while answering. your surroundings continue to sway like the way fervent turbulence shakes a whole airplane for what felt like years - until suddenly, it stops.

"here we are!"

the sunlight enters your eyes as they flutter open, blinding you momentarily and making tears gather on your underlines. it takes you a few blinks to readjust, and the familiar sight of mondstadt's walls greets you.

it's beautiful.

sure, if you look closer, you can see broken parts on the castle-like walls that surround the city. the greenery that used to thrive around the city's perimeters has dwindled into a mere fraction of what it used to be. the massive anemo archon statue is unpolished with several noticeable cracks running down its sides, and if you look closer, you can see countless other imperfections present throughout the place.

but still, it is beautiful.

because you can feel the joy and hope across the whole town. people are smiling and pointing excitedly toward the dragon, children jumping and trying to climb onto nearby crates so they can stand on higher ground.

in the distance, you see familiar golden-colored wings, and your lips move before you can hold them back.

"aether, lumine!!"

the twins perk up in unison when they hear you shouting. with a similar set of giddy smiles, they wave back, and they wait until dvalin descends low enough to the same level of elevation as their floating forms, before giving you a short bow and a casual salute respectively.

"hello! great to finally get to meet this teyvat's creator."

"aether, you're supposed to be a little more… polite, i think."

"oh! er- sorry- i mean- ahem. my apologies…"

you shake your head, arms waving almost wildly to emphasize your words further, "no, please, casual's good- actually, i would like it if you don't act so formal! just call me [name], okay?"

"oh- really? well then, nice to meet you, [name]!"

"be polite, she said. don't look too eager, she said- ow! hey!"

you laugh at the siblings' interaction, so free and almost... endearing, compared to how they were in most of the game's storyline. unbeknownst to you, the tree leaves and dandelions sway towards peals of laughter spilling from your lips. nature stirs. the wind whistles through the blade of newly grown grasses. barbatos watches silently with a smile as his dominion starts to reinvigorate in your presence, slowly but surely.

"will you come to the festival, [name]? it'll be fun!" lumine asks, hope shining in her bright eyes.

aether nods and gestures towards the townspeople, who are all watching the interaction closely, "everyone's been looking forward to meeting you!"

the hope in all these nonplayable characters- no, people's eyes... you can't deny that it feels... burdensome. frightening, even.

have they heard of what you did in inazuma? were they expecting you to do some sort of miracle here, too? what if you disappoint them when you tell them you have no recollection of being this all-knowing, holy being that you were supposed to be? what if they find out that you have no idea how or what you're doing here, that you have neglected their wellbeing, that you hadn't even realized they were suffering? real people. actual people. breathing, living beings-

"it'll be okay."

you turn towards barbatos-

no...

before you stand a smiling bard, his two-toned eyes looking at you with a softness that seems to ease the storm swirling inside your chest.

"venti..."

"think of it as accompanying me to a festival! a date with mondstadt's number one bard- now, isn't that a privilege?"

a familiar boy. a familiar smile. a familiar sense of casualty and freedom.

just for this small moment, you felt seen as [name]. just [name], and not the primordial one, the creator, the sovereign, the almighty.

you inhale shakily and nod, giving him an appreciative smile. turning to the twins next, you repeat the gesture, adding with a steady voice, "i'll go. i want to meet everyone too."

"great!" if the two realized something from the exchange, they certainly are covering it up well. the both of them choose to simply smile and extend their hands, and you take each on either side. having nothing under your feet is a terrifying feeling, but you somehow manage to float down onto the stone pavements in a gentle motion, all thanks to the siblings and barbatos' help.

"alright, move on, people! the festival isn't going to run itself!" venti chides, and to your complete and utter shock, the people of mondstadt complies, laughing and giving one last wave or a bow in your direction before continuing on their paths - as if the whole spectacle hadn't happened in the first place.

lumine gives you an excited smile, stars twinkling in her eyes as she asks you in an inquisitive but still upbeat tone.

"so, [name], have you had breakfast?"

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4ngel-inc · 3 months

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𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 — 𝑀𝒪𝑅𝐸 𝒫𝒪𝒲𝐸𝑅𝐹𝒰𝐿 𝒯𝐻𝒜𝒩 𝑀𝐸 ᰔ

notes: chuuya gets a little jealous when you compliment akutagawa's skill. ୧ ‧₊˚

warnings: fem reader, suggestive, mentions of insecurity and jealousy but nothing toxic. 800 words. this is super short and sweet i just wanted to write something easy & fun !

"uh, yeah, i guess. . ." chuuya doesn't consider himself a jealous person, but hearing you compliment akutagawa with that sparkle in your eyes does make him feel a little, strange. it's like his stomach twists into knots as soon as you mention his fellow mafia member's name—the two of them have never really gotten along that well, but now that his pretty girlfriend is beaming over him, well—akutagawa's just a little more irritating now than he was before.

"i don't know, don't you think it's pretty cool? i just love the way it looks! when he goes all, rashōmon!" you make a play serious face with your brows furrowed, and chuuya looks away.

he looks down at his hands—akutagawa damn sure isn't as powerful as he is, so why are you going on and on about him like he's some sort of god? chuuya actually is a god—well, part of him, anyways—so why aren't you beaming over him instead?

no, chuuya isn't jealous—he refuses to admit it to himself.

"babe? what's wrong?" you look up from the game you're playing on your phone when he doesn't respond, a look of concern in your eyes.

"huh?" chuuya pulls himself away from his thoughts, "ah, nothing, just tired." he emphasizes the last word to try and convince you, but the look on your face tells him you're not buying it.

your eyes are still on him, an inquisitive look in them. please don't ask him the question he's dreading most—are you jealous, chuuya? being in a serious relationship is new to him, but feeling like this certainly wasn't something he expected when getting together with you. he doesn't regret falling in love with you, but sometimes, the feelings you pull from him are overwhelming and consuming and altogether just unfamiliar to him—he's still getting used to them.

instead of speaking up again, you simply turn back to your phone, looking a little defeated—probably from being ignored, and chuuya can't handle the slight sadness you're clearly trying to hide.

chuuya has always catered to you and spoiled you—ignoring something you've said hurts him more than it hurts you. he figures he should probably just tell you why he's annoyed—you've never judged him for anything before, right? why would you start now? still, he doesn't want to risk you being turned off or disappointed in him for feeling something as weak-hearted as rudimentary jealousy.

"akutagawa's skill isn't that great," he mumbles, sounding spiteful.

your eyes widen as your head whips in his direction, an accusatory finger pointed at him as soon as the words leave his lips, "i knew it! you're jealous, chuuya." your tone is more playful than scrutinizing, your pretty smile still showing nothing but love and affection for him, but chuuya still rolls his eyes.

"i'm not jealous! akutagawa's weak ass skill could never make me jealous, get fuckin' real." he's speaking a bit louder in defense but his words lack any malice—he's always soft with you, he doesn't think he could be mad at you even if he tried, and he's still not sure what to do with this new softened nature of his.

"ah yes, yes, very convincing," you tease, turning back to your phone. chuuya both loves and hates your quick wit sometimes—you make him frustrated and excited and intrigued all at the same time, he's never understood how one person could captivate him so much.

he scoffs before turning away, and your teasing gives a little. "aw, c'mon baby, 'm just kidding—i just like his skill, that's all! it's not like i'm into him." chuuya isn't convinced, "anyways, your skill is sooo much cooler, you're the strongest skill user in the entire port mafia, right?"

he knows you're just stroking his ego now, but he appreciates the praise, nonetheless. "in the entire world, actually." chuuya hates the words before they even come out of his mouth—fine, he's jealous.

you roll your eyes, "yes, of course, that's what i meant." you climb into his lap, placing soft kisses on his face and trailing them down his neck, little groans leaving his lips as he inhales your perfume and drowns in the feeling of your clothed cunt grinding against his hardening cock. "maybe i should remind you that i'm yours? that sound good?"

oh, that sounds great to him—he's ready to remind you why he's the best match for you, even if it takes all night.

#— love notes: [chuuya] ୧ ‧#bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd smut #bsd fluff #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you

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