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sumeru-academy · 1 year

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ECSTASY of Medusa

Lisa Minci x Reader

VOL 05 of Tragedies of Teyvat

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The cold stuck its ruthless chill to her, showing no regard to the way her muscles would contract underneath it. A claustrophobic panic seeped into her and she had no choice but to soak the anxiety like a sponge, she was trapped. Forced to slowly deteriorate and choke on her own breath, hearing her blood vessels explode.

Lisa’s body and mind jolted, reacting to the sudden rush of adrenaline made her lean upwards with a start. Nightmare. Her heart rate melodically slowed in her chest, she finally had the sensibility to recognize the familiar scene of her bedroom. Along with the sweetness of her beloved laying beside where she had once laid, laying on her back and swept under the waves of unconsciousness. (Y/N) had snuck out of her own bedroom to sleep with Lisa an ungodly amount of times, her warmth was one of the only things that could comfort her.

Despite this scene happening time and time again, the feeling of butterflies fluttering in her stomach had arisen.

Like it had done every night. Lisa was never bored of it though, she couldn’t get enough of (Y/N). She wishes she could set this moment in an unmoving stone, brushing her fingers over her beloved’s unconscious face, feeling the soft skin welcome her touch.

“I love you, my dear (Y/N).”

When Lisa awoke, the loving warmth of her darling was missing.

The ritual to the Anemo Archon took place monthly, to give thanks to the freedom of which was given after the fall of the Lawrence tyranny. Centuries of being held captive until the God Barbatos had descended from the heavens to lead the overthrowing of the tyrants. Each month, the Archon temple is visited by the people and given glorious and rich gifts by the mortals.

People were expected to fill the chamber with their materialistic items, their useless amulets, and religious texts. Lisa Minci was a divine priestess of the worshippers, an untouchable woman surrounded by the light of the God’s graces.

Due to Lisa’s undoubted loyalty to the God’s and the wishes of Barbatos, What sealed this bond was the blood oath she took which bound her loyalty to the Archons and as a statement of which she belonged to Celestia. She was bound to celibacy. (Y/N) was bound to the inevitable future of marriage to a stranger.

They will be torn apart, Lisa cursed the God’s silently in her head as she preached. A book the size of her torso read with ancient scriptures of the same stories told again and again. They will be forced to be completely isolated from each other, never to embrace or kiss, never to be able to enjoy one’s company.

It’s a fate worse than death.

“Lord Barbatos led the village into a rebellion, the execution of the Lawrence head allowed the endless tyranny to finally come to a stop,” Lisa dramatically raised her arms as she continued telling the story, “He granted us the fine freedoms we get to have to this day.”

(Y/N) sunk in the vibration of Lisa’s voice in the crowded cathedral.

“We are now allowed to build businesses how we want, build this wonderful city, build this wonderful community,” the priestess settled into the deep brooding ocean of (Y/N)’s eyes, “We can love how we wish, freely, without punishment for being humans.”

Unlike Celestia, Barbatos was a merciful God. Of course Barbatos served Celestia as the Anemo Archon, but the inescapable fact remained that he ‘cared’ for his nation under its name.

As she sat in the crowd, a rock was in her stomach. The inevitable feeling of despair made it impossible to embrace the moments she and Lisa had shared, it was all temporary with a permanent feeling attached.

“Let us thank Lord Barbatos by granting the sacred land of Mondstadt this freedom.”

In reality, neither (Y/N) or Lisa were free.

(Y/N) snuck into her beloved’s room that night, like she usually did.

“Pull me up!” Lisa heard as she saw hands peer over her open window sill, “Pull me up!”

She did as the voice had instructed and grabbed (Y/N) from under her armpits and hoisted her through the window and into Lisa’s bedroom.

The ladies fell on top of one another, a victim of (Y/N)’s terrible balance and her nightgown catching the corner of the wooden sill which stuck out from the inside of the wall. The two fell to the floor, a loud thump following their tumble. Lisa could hear (Y/N) as she toppled on top of her.

Lisa, on the other hand, felt her anxiety spike. Her fathers heavy footsteps trailed down the hallway to the room, the familiar creaks of wood filled her chest with fear.

“Hide! Under the bed!” Lisa whispered, lightly pushing her lover under the evaluated mattress.

Her father causes her in the position of her crouched over (Y/N), attempting to hurry her under in order to hide. Luckily, his view was obscured to the other side and the nightstand that stood near the doorway.

“Lisa?”

She hardly answered, only humming in acknowledgement with a face of false cluelessness.

“What was that noise? It came from your room, are you alright?”

Lisa tried to ignore the rushing heartbeat pounding in her ears,”Oh… If it was one of my bigger books, I already cleaned up the mess. Everything’s fine.”

He looked around the room without moving from the doorway, nodding and bid his daughter a good night.

Only until his footsteps had left the creaking in the wood, certain that he had finally returned to his office to focus on his religious texts and anecdotes. Lisa finally allowed her lover to crawl what was under her bed. She was almost angry, but it all sunk into a cluster of guilt once she saw the mischievous smile that had adorned (Y/N)‘s sweet face. How could she be so mad at someone who had such a cute smile?

“I have a question,” (Y/N) asked, the moon had made its way into the center of the sky now, but neither of the women could feel the slightest bit of exhaustion, “You’re turning 21 soon, why haven’t you moved into the church?”

Lisa leaned against her, both sitting with their legs hanging off the bed facing the window which her lover had originally snuck into from.

“Do you want me to move into the church?”

“We wouldn’t have to worry about your parents catching us, and we could spend a lot more time together, ‘praying’, you know?” (Y/N) put up two fingers around the word ‘praying’ to resemble quotation marks. An obvious smile across her lips.

“How scandalous!” Lisa playfully gasped, lightly shoving her away only for her to come crashing back into her arms.

After the laughter and giggles had died down, (Y/N) spoke up again.

“Do you think we will ever be able to be together without having to hide it?”

It was a simple question, and the simple answer was no.

Lisa went silent for a few moments before answering, “I’m sworn to be forever loyal to Barbatos.”

“Willingly.”

“It was before I had met you, though.”

She sighed, “Lisa, look at me for a second.”

Slowly, she faced her beloved, and kissed her sweetly.

“Even if we are to ever love publicly, even if your loyalty may be to Lord Barbatos, I will always love you,” (Y/N)’s voice was soft, similar to that of a stream flowing down the side of a path after a rainstorm. The small sounds of water drops falling against the soil were able to be heard.

Lisa felt as if she was going to break within her embrace, “You��re so perfect, you are my everything.”

“I love you so much, Lisa.”

“Trust me when I say that English words cannot describe how much I love you.”

When they kissed again, it tasted of a sweetness in their chests that was born of loving adoration.

The sacrifices to Barbatos were held the next month, per usual. Lisa would embrace her lover each night, finding the will to perform the monthly ritual. The same ritual that kept them apart.

It was mostly Lisa’s fault, she had found the inability to love before (Y/N) had come into her life. So she followed her mothers dreams to become the high priestess, then (Y/N) made everything crash down. Her heart raced, her cheeks were flushed whenever they would speak or brush shoulder to shoulder within the crowded temple crowds.

That afternoon, she would be announcing she will be moving into the church and become the true high priestess.

“Lord Barbatos loves all of his subjects, please find grace in his love.” Lisa tried her best to keep the boredom from entering her tone.

It poured outside. The sound of the rain hitting the roof of the cathedral styled temple was reverberating across the walls in an eerie echoey hollowed noise.

After the preachings, Lisa took a shaky breath in, “I will be moving my living quarters to the church, taking my place as the true Barbatos priestess.”

She didn’t expect applause and cheer, but the townspeople praised her nonetheless. She felt so guilty, so guilty for leading them on to the false illusion that she, herself, was not a sinner. She doesn’t atone for her sins, how could she apologize for falling in love with the most splendid woman ever?

In her head she begged for Barbatos to come down from the heavens to validate her himself. She was so tired of keeping secrets.

The moon stood over the top of the vaulted halls of the temple. If one looked through the stained glass, one could see the illuminated clouds painted by the moon’s radiant light. Lisa nervously paced the corridor, the taps of her heels made her quick strides obvious. (Y/N) had planned on sneaking in to spend the night, and Lisa was determined to chase her off. It was just… too dangerous.

The cathedral was much too big for her to navigate on her own, especially at night. It wasn’t that Lisa didn’t want to see her beloved darling, but she’d have to focus on her duties before anything.

There she was, (Y/N) stood in the main hall in a formal casual white dress that was sleeveless and touched her knees. She looked so radiant under the pale moonlight, the shimmer of hues blending in with the colored glass of the windows making her look as if she was some sort of Goddess.

“(Y/N)!” Lisa quickly trotted over to her, “You cannot be here, I’ll try to find a way to get my room on the first floor but for now, we’ll have to meet during the day.”

“I had a feeling you’d say something like that, I won’t stay for long, my love. After your big announcement, my parents felt entitled to make one of their own,” (Y/N) looked down, the priestess noticed that she was barefoot.

“I got engaged.”

Three words, three words could carry so much power. ‘I love you’ and ‘marry me, Lisa.’

She knew this was going to happen, they both did. It was the inevitable truth that they both had come to them and there was nothing they could do about it other than let fate tear them apart.

It was both of their worst nightmare, but it was unavoidable.

(Y/N) spoke up again, “Let’s run away.”

“What?”

She wasn’t smiling, her brows were tilted upward with glossy eyes. Using all her might to keep her voice from cracking and breaking down entirely.

“Beloved please,” Lisa started, “I hate the fact you have to marry someone else other than me, it tears my heart into a thousand pieces. My heart aches for you.”

“But you cannot run away with me…”

“No, I have a blood oath to this temple. If I leave I will be hunted down by the Gods themselves. I cannot put you in that sort of danger.”

“To hell with the God’s!” (Y/N)‘s sudden rise in tone echoed through the walls, she was certain it scared the birds who rested atop the roof, “I’ll help you, we can travel out of Mondstadt where the Gods cannot touch us.”

Lisa moved closer to hush the hysteria by pressing her lips against her lovers, whispering between greedy kisses, sobs of, “I love you,” and “I need you.”

Arms wrapped around each other’s neck to bring their bodies closer, drowning and drinking in each other’s presence. Getting high off each other's scent. There wasn’t a way to escape anymore, Lisa never belonged to (Y/N), she was owned by the Archons and Celestia.

Reluctantly, swayed by her lover's damp cheeks and puffy eyes (Y/N) was led into the newer bedroom of Lisa’s. Decorated with tall bookshelves with golden spines, all neatly organized in neat and standing vertical over long horizontal rows. Potted plants stood in a particular corner of the room, a domestic bush of bleeding hearts gave the room a contrasting dots of pink. The walls were bleak, covered with books and statuettes representing Lord Barbatos.

“Did the church give you the bleeding hearts? You never seemed to take any interest in botany,” (Y/N) commented, crouching down to look at the plant closer.

“They were already there, I was thinking of asking one of the servants to replant it outside.”

Lisa looked at her as her beloved touched the leaves delicately, “You should, they’re too pretty to die here.”

The following month was hard to say in the least. (Y/N) kept her distance from the church unless she was sneaking in— despite Lisa’s warnings to stop. The both of them couldn’t help exchanging small kisses during the fleeting moments when they were finally alone. The church was massive, and (Y/N) couldn’t walk around by herself and Lisa couldn’t be caught with her.

The world was constantly working against them. The trigger being the blood that Lisa spilled for the divine.

Each day that the ceremony neared closer, the more Lisa’s shoulders felt unbearably heavy and she could hardly keep her eyes open. Spending most nights in the arms of her lover and hardly wanting to sleep and unable to get a kiss goodbye.

“The archons blessed us with the ability to be free,” the priestess read to the crowd, it was an early reading so hardly anybody showed. “Find love in Lord Barbatos and how the wind carries his grace and adoration for the Mondstadt people.”

She spotted (Y/N) in the lower right of the room, where she always was.

It was uncomfortably sunny, the early morning rays hit the priestess almost as if she were being burned alive through colored hues of painted glass.

With a sigh, Lisa opened her official scripture filled with the legends of the ancient archons. The paper under her fingers felt different, it felt less thin and textured as if someone had spilt water on it. As she looked upon the crimson ink that appeared in front of her as she read, she ceased her breathing and her heartbeat froze.

“Divinity of Celestia prevents the breaking of the blood oath. Celestia binds one to complete celibacy, having love for someone that is other than the Archons and Celestia Themselves is a breaking of the oath. Acting upon this love in front of the altar for the Archons is turning one’s back against Celestia. Sneaking behind the Divine's back and attempting to disobey is against Celestia.

When one spills one's blood into the sacred bowl of Boreas, one is consenting to be eternally bound to Celestia and the demands of both Celestia and worship of the Archons will be followed through.

By turning one’s back against these ideals one will be cursed with the ultimate form of excommunication, and be bound to the horrors of the abyss.

Lisa Minci will be forced upon these punishments for the breaking of the oath and betrayal of Celestia by loving (Y/N) (L/N).”

Every page was exactly the same, the only thing that changed was the terrible shade of red. The ink became more and more damp and stained the tips of her fingers. She rapidly turned each page, cold sweat and terror sinking into her stomach.

The small crowd of citizens mumbled and whispered among themselves as they saw their divine priestess turn each page in a manner that was more panicked with each page. Lisa looked up to reassure the participants that she had just gotten her scriptures mixed up, her jaw clenched.

An ear shattering crack echoed throughout the main corridor and the people screamed as the glass fell on top of them. Lisa, by natural defense, covered her face with her forearms and stumbled backwards.

The candles at the altar were no longer ignited.

“Lisa!” (Y/N)’s voice could be barely heard as she rushed over to her lover, feeling Lisa’s skin deform and morph underneath her touch.

Out of horror, she reeled back as what used to be her beloved, falling down the few steps that lead to the platform of where she once stood. Despite all of the fear in her body, despite every animalistic instinct in her body begging her to run away like all of the other townsfolk have done. (Y/N) stayed there.

Lisa finally had the courage to look up, her skin felt cold and an uncomfortable chill ran up and down her spine.

“(Y/N).” She called.

(Y/N) stayed there. Forever.

What used to be a human so full of life that she didn’t know what to do with it all, was now a shade of hard gray. She was stone, there was no shell for her to break through, there was no pain. (Y/N) would stay there forever as a formerly living statue.

Lisa repeated mantras and prayers while hugging the cold and hard waist of what remains of her lover, she begged for forgiveness, patiently waiting and hoping for something to descend upon the heavens and grant her what remains of Celestia’s mercy.

“Dear Barbatos, I’ve devoted myself to you. Please just once, I ask you to help me.”

She was greeted with a suffocating silence.

Her hair turned into snakes, the light hissing and the sound of their scales moving over one another was the only noise that pretended to comfort her.

Long Live Celestia.

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sea-lanterns · 10 months

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btw, what happened with sumeru academy? there hasn’t been in update in months, I miss y’all 3 together ):

omg sumeru academy.

for those of you who don’t know, @sumeru-academy was a sfw wlw genshin blog i ran with 4 other friends. to answer your question anon, my friends and i got too busy to keep writing for the blog, but we still do like writing from time to time. (hence why some of us started our own blogs to write our own things whenever we felt like it)

it’s not completely abandoned. more so like, it’s there when we want to update it. for now, we’re busy doing our own things, so sumeru academy isn’t exactly on the top of our lists at the moment.

but, for those of you curious, here’s some of my friends’ other blogs that wrote on sumeru academy with me. i can’t guarantee that they’re all constantly active, but we are still very good friends to this day :)

mod alice 🦋 - @pristine-rose

mod lie 🪜- @eicrisis / @kafkacrisis

mod chewie 🪑 - @chewiedon

mod kiki 🕰️ - @lunartcmpest

hope this helps!

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sumeru-academy · 2 years

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Blurry, hazy dreams.

synopsis: eula and amber’s relationship is finally established.

character(s): eula, amber. (eulamber; NOT AN X READER, THIS IS A SPECIAL OCCASION)

warning(s): mention of intrusive thoughts

note(s): gift for mod kairi <3

we recently did a secret santa like event! this was my gift to my secret dodoco- kairi.

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The concept of love was a foreign thing to Eula Lawrence. She lacked understanding in all of the fairy tales in which the princess was swept off her feet by her ‘prince charming’, or how the concept of soulmates worked. How can one be born to meet someone else? With a life surrounded by duty and her own parents' marriage based on nothing but matching rings and scribbles on paper– what was love to Eula Lawrence?

There were little things that Eula loved, there were even more things she absolutely loathed. She loathed the looks she would receive from the townspeople, she hated hearing her name under hushed whispers among housewives on the streets and her fellow knights. Her only safe space was the small cottage placed on the outskirts of springvale, where Amber resided. Each day, there was her warm face smiling up at her. Chin covered in barbeque sauce from the steak she was preparing, smelling of rich pine.

The aura of home.

The concept of love was not a foreign concept to Amber. She loved many things, little things that helped keep a grin on her face. Amber loved how she melded herself into Eula’s daily routine, how every evening they would share a meal together. Amber adored the bubbles the children would blow in the town's square near the blooming water fountain, and over excited babies when their smiles are so big they have to close their eyes to make room for it.

Both of them loved each other, without the others knowing. Eula had too much pride in herself to admit that she could ever love someone, to want to protect someone outside of duty. Amber was too afraid of herself and the possibility of rejection, she’d lose her best friend and the only person she’d ever truly cared for in a romantic way.

Eula often dreamed of picnics in the sunny hills. Enjoying the kiss of the sun within Amber’s company, listening to the long grass dance to the tune of the wind. She’d forgotten all about the weight of her clan and her duty as the perfect knight, only allowed to bask in the loving moment with a warm heart. However, it was all just a dream. It all was just an illusion in her head. For a faint moment, she was allowed to be free of her family’s burden and allow herself to love the woman who saw her for who she truly was. With eyes unclouded by the automatic hate that came with it.

“Do you think you’ll be in an arranged marriage one of these days?” Amber asked, the scenery around them filled with green and the dark clouds of the night sky.

Starsnatch cliff, possibly the most beautiful scenery the land had to offer. Eula and Amber sat with their legs dangling over the edge, the intruding urge to jump.

“No, my parents already tried to set me up with a large number of bachelors— they’ve had to have given up by now.”

Amber felt a rock in her stomach, “Do you plan on marrying a man?”

“I have no interest in men.”

The outrider hummed in acknowledgement, and slowly rested her head on Eula’s shoulder. She could feel her entire body stiffen, her posture fixed while an arched back.

“This is so nice,” Amber mumbled, she could smell the faint piney perfume that Eula must have sprayed onto herself— if she just naturally smelled like the deep forest. It took a few seconds in order for Eula to relax her shoulders and allow herself to make a comfortable pillow. Her chest fluttered with a foreign warmth.

For the first time, Eula finally admitted to herself that she was in love with the most spectacular girl ever.

Amber could hardly wait to wake up in the morning at this point, seeing Eula everyday even when it was just passing by in the halls or seeing her after hours being silent. Ever since the moment on Starsnatch cliff there was a willingness to get rid of that wall of pride that kept such an invisible distance from the two.

There was the suffocating beating of her heart, it didn’t allow her to breathe. No matter how much Eula tried to push Amber away, ignoring her, or straight up insulting her to her face.She always came back. With that stupid smile on her stupid cute little face. There was a part of Amber that desperately didn’t want to fall in love, but even that didn’t seem to matter anymore. The warm washing tide of being with her was more than enough to dullen the intense fear.

“Eula,” Amber spoke into the mirror of her home, “I am in love with you.”

The glass reflected back her flushed face and her quickened breathing. Watching her face contort in embarrassment, “I am in love with you.”

Only her reflection stared back, with a red face and a scrunched nose.

They found themselves laying in the grass. The blades create a bed in their shape, the parting gift of the breeze leaving chilled kisses on their skin. Eula found herself changing due to Amber’s influence, the sky looked a little more blue, the morning dew shined more than usual.

Trapped in the infinite agonizing prism that is her mind, she claimed vengeance on fate for making her fall in love with someone who seemed so out of reach. The silence was comforting, with nothing but the songs of the wind.

Eula could feel Amber’s hair ribbon tickle her cheek, but she didn’t move her head. Was this love? Was this moment loving? If Amber wasn’t here with her, then it wouldn’t be the same. The warm fluttering feeling, the vibrance of the blue sky, the fresh air… It would all be bleak without her.

Dear Celestia, let me be with her. Forever.

Please let her promise to never leave me.

It didn’t matter if they didn’t end up together at this point, all they wanted for one another was to be happy.

Eula came home feeling the best she’d ever felt her entire life. A skip in her step and a smile on her face. A storm was brewing in the dark skies above Mondstadt, trembling thunder heard from above. The foreign shake of lightning never failed to make the young Lawrence jump. She arrived home right before the downpour, the lanterns still lit indicating her parents and housemaids were still awake.

“Eula!” Her faceless father greeted her, his features filled with a blur of regret and the sour sight of melancholy, “We have great news.”

Out of respect, she stood still and allowed him to finish. She noticed a few housemaids peeking from behind the corner of a bookshelf near the main hallway.

“There’s a Noble who is temporarily residing in Fontaine who’s willing to have you marry into his family! How amazing is that?”

“I’m not interested, not in men or leaving the country.”

Mother swiftly made her way into the conversation, “I’m afraid it’s out of your hands, the papers are already arranged and the engagement is already official.”

There was a massive, infinite pit inside Eula’s stomach, her head felt like it was spinning. Leave Mondstadt? Leave Amber? There was no absolute way she’d be willing to go through something so trivial over a stranger, let alone a man who she already loathed.

“You need to produce an heir for this family, your duty is to us as the Lawrence’s and then your fellow knights. As the future head of this family, you are emotional and undisciplined.”

The unwavering lightning flashed throughout the mansion, illuminating the fear within Eula’s eyes.

She blinked, “Please, I’ll marry and produce an heir from someone in Mondstadt. Don’t send me away,” there was a tremble in her voice, the boom of the thunder shaking her core.

“Don’t be dramatic, we’ve already got everything sorted out. Your father put in so much effort to keep this hidden, don’t let our efforts go to waste.”

That was the trigger, as quick as she could. Taking two steps back she rushed outside into the violent downpour and sprinted as fast as her legs would carry her. Adrenaline filled her aching veins, she felt the sweat stick to her clothes and felt the rain soak through the layers. Her bangs stuck to her eyelids, the water in her eyes got so unbearable she clenched her eyes shut and let her legs carry her to what was her true home. Letting energy coming from the depths of her core guide her to safety, the sound of her heels clicking on the stoney path was impossible to hear over the merciless monsoon like weather.

“Amber, please help me.” Eula begged into the watery abyss.

Her legs never stopped moving until she reached the outskirts of Springvale, before she could even reach her knuckle up to knock on the wooden door it had swung open. A warm illuminating light washed over Eula, bathing in the welcoming warmth of her beloved outrider.

“Amber.” Eula mumbled, hardly audible over the blast of the rain, “Amber, I think I’m in love with you.”

For a moment, the rain seemed to stop. The chill didn’t sink into her skin like venom, everything felt so mellow.

“I love you too, Eula Lawrence.”

Sinking to their knees, their lips met in a kiss colder than death, but it felt warmer than the most intense of flames.

Thank you, Celestia.

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sumeru-academy · 2 years

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Hi! I was the anon that asked about the apy x family thingy. So my request ( if you are up for it!) Is Lisa, Jean, Beidou, Ningguang, Yae Miko and Ayaka with their S/O and their child re-enacting the scene of SpyXFamily during the schools higher-ups interview where Anya cried. The genshin character can be based of Yor or Loid (showing protectiveness) but add your own twist if you want or whatever seems fit! I actually have seen clips of the series but i feel so bad for watching the anime so early since it has minimal episodes yet!! 🥲🥲

Will they pass or fail.

synopsis: (Y/N) is the most successful and renowned spy in the country. Tackling the most dangerous and unheard of missions any human would even hope to handle. As of now, she’d been tasked to get close to a certain head of the prestigious Academy of Teyvat. With the hope of the country lying on her shoulders, she takes a false wife under her wing along with an adopted child in hopes to bring her union peace.

character(s): yae, ningguang, lisa. (separate)

warning(s): spy x family au, talk of pregnancy, lowkey homophobia, sexism, a little violence.

note(s): female reader, i feel like this wasn’t a great intro via my writing cause it's a little out of my comfort zone ^^ however i’d never turn down the chance to experiment.

i lob yor

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YAE MIKO

loves teenagers and tweens, and just endlessly ruins their pride.

she can handle herself around smaller children, but hates it when they cry, she finds it so annoying.

has a talent for cooking, but dislikes the necessity of it. finds pleasure in seeing you dash around the kitchen while she entertains Sayu.

she’s a little lost when helping with studies, always trying to do something else.

somehow always trying to start tussles with the locals in grocery stores, at one point she was blatantly insulted while shopping and she just started laughing.

the biggest casualty was marrying her due to her troublesome and unpredictable nature, she constantly tests you.

Sayu was nowhere near as troublesome as your wife. There was constant mischief surrounding her, you had begged her to stay quiet and allow you to take the lead for the school interview. You should’ve known better than to tell her what you wanted, she would do the opposite.

Not even a whole two minutes in and there was already discord in the secluded room.

“I’m just saying, it’s a little strange for a hybrid woman and a human woman to raise a child. The fact is one of you is a hybrid I can overlook, but two women?”

Swan squabbles as if he were some sort of cattle being taken to the slaughterhouse. Sayu remained airheaded, daydreaming about the rolling fields by her home which she was excited to roll in after the visit.

Yae held her index finger to her chin, “Pardon me, but didn’t you lose your wife and visitation rights? It feels inappropriate to comment on others’ living situation when you weren’t even able to keep your wife nor your daughter.”

“Why you–”

You held up your hands, the man with glasses next to Swan scolding Yae on her brash comment. You apologized under your breath, none of the men could hear you over Swan’s embarrassed squealing.

You spoke up, “My dearest apologies, she’s very defensive you see–”

“Dear (Y/N), don’t apologize on my behalf. This man has no obligation to ridicule others' lifestyles, no matter the situation! He’s a downbeat who gets off to the misery of others in an attempt to raise his ego. Please don’t sympathize with such impotence,” her attention was fully on you now, ignoring the argument bubbling within the men on the sofa.

“It isn’t about sympathy, it’s about Sayu getting into the academy!” your voice was hushed, a hand by your mouth.

Yae scoffed and mumbled something you couldn’t understand, “Let’s continue, I’ll remain quiet.”

Swan babbled, “Perhaps we’d ought to kick you out, it’s clear two women are only going to raise a brain dead child.”

Sayu’s soft voice mumbled to the Headmaster, he of which repeated her words, “The child states she enjoys her home life, I think that makes a good enough excuse to allow the wives to continue the interview.”

You tried not to shake when Yae smiled at you.

“What was your relationship like with Miss Yae before you got married, Miss (Y/N)?” Evance was scribbling gibberish down on a clipboard, his pencil strokes quiet.

“We met at a shrine, she was the head shrine maiden and I felt weak in the knees when I saw how gracefully she took care of me. She’s truly an enigma,” You sighed dreamily, “I became a regular and we had gotten engaged fairly quickly, when I saw her get along with my daughter it only made me swoon even further.”

He nodded, “I see, so you’re religious?”

“Not exactly, it’s more for pleasure than religion, I never grew up around the notion.”

“I see, Miss Yae, do you still attend the shrine you had met Miss (Y/N) in?”

She smiled more sweetly than before, “Yes, and each time she visits me I get to relive the moment of adoration when we had first encountered each other. A magical feeling.”

“Aren’t most religions against the idea of same-sex marriage? Wouldn’t you be betraying your God?” Swan spoke up again, visible rage upon his features. Her ear twitched, “God doesn’t pay me to do hard work or follow its rules. I disbelieve in the afterlife and karma.” Yae fiddled with her collar bashfully, “If I’m disobeying him, it was worth it, (Y/N) and Sayu’s company are much more rewarding than anything else.”

A foreign warmth bubbled in your stomach when she praised you, despite the fact the marriage was only for the title, you couldn’t help but be flustered.

“Tell me, Sayu, was it?” Evance started, “Do you enjoy your new mother?”

The small girl, though consumed by the softness of the cushions, perked up with bright eyes. Her brows furrowed in a troubled but determined expression where she forced a convincing smile.

“Yes! I want to be with them forever!”

The Headmaster grumbled praise, the anxiety in your core growing fainter with the flow of conversation. The moment was short lived.

“So, would you prefer your actual father then?”

You’ve only known Yae for a few months, been married to her for the majority of that time. Never once have you ever seen her genuinely enraged by anything. In the corner of your eye, you made out the fury of which dressed itself upon her features which held a smile for so long. The room was unmoving with thick tension, only becoming more infused with Yae’s unconditional rage once Sayu showed the slightest hint of discomfort.

“Oh my,” she started, “Looks like there’s a pig loose, please allow me to catch it.”

There wasn’t enough time to stop her. Her hand went snag to the remains of Swan’s hair and smashed it into the coffee table with a graphic crack. His nose was dug through the wood and on the wool rug beneath them, nose cracking under the pressure of her sheer strength. Once she lifted her hand from his cranium, her sharp nails dug into the skin of his scalp.

“Pardon me…” she stated again, you didn’t dare breathe, “He should stay quiet for now, please do your best to contain your pets.”

There was no possible way you were ever getting to the academy, or any academy at this rate.

NINGGUANG

isn’t fond of older children, she can get along with toddlers fine.

has a talent for cooking, and would rather cook for you then you cook for her.

married you for tax benefits, and agreed to help you with your endeavors with little Qiqi, she herself was also attached.

thinks money can solve everything, you forgot your keys to the apartment once and she tossed a variety of coins at you and continued to walk to the train station by herself.

hates leaving Qiqi home alone, she gave you one hell of a lecture when she found out she was left alone semi-regularly.

Your wife was responsible, and you pride yourself on picking such a lovely woman to marry you. She had her ups and downs, like most people, but overall she has to be the best fit for you.

The interview for the academy was as smooth as ever, you’d taken the lead. The youngest of the men being Swan had made multiple double sided comments which you brushed off with the utmost of respect. You couldn’t help but notice Ningguang’s side eye you while you submissively bowed to their will.

“Who cooks at home? Considering you’re both women,” Swan said, eyes bore into your own.

You pulled on a strained smile, “Ningguang does most of it, I work later nights than I’d like to admit so I’m rarely home in time to cook.”

“Did you cook for your late husband?” he continued.

“No, sir. I dislike cooking.”

He scoffed, as if he were absolutely disgusted with the fact you couldn’t cook, “What kind of woman is useless in the kitchen? Surely this is why you gave up on trying to marry men.”

Ningguang quickly interjected, “Excuse me, but why does that matter for school admission? I thought this school prided itself on the height of education, not petty gender roles.”

The Headmaster quickly stood up straighter, he nodded and instructed the interview to continue while Swan leaned back into the sofa cushion.

“So, what was the relationship between you two before you got married?” Evance, the much more understanding man, finally spoke.

You put a hand to your chin, “Well, we met at our workplace. We’d only been coworkers until I got up the courage to ask to become friends, it eventually blossomed into something more.”

Evance nodded, then asked Qiqi his own questions for her. The memory exercises seemed to have been useful, her monotone voice didn’t waver and her stuttering was to a minimum. You were beyond proud of her progress, especially since she had gotten so invested in the ongoing conversations between her and Evance.

It was all short lived.

“You’re the legitimate daughter of Miss (Y/N) and the man before Miss Ningguang, correct?” Evance asked, his eyes skimming over the bunch of printed text before him.

Qiqi tilted her head, “What is, lejitay… mate?”

The Headmaster spoke first, “Is she your real mommy?”

“Of course, she’s my true mommy. The best of the best.”

“Well spoken,” the Headmaster praised.

Swan opened his fat mouth once more, “Would you prefer your old daddy? Or two mommies?”

Everyone in the room seemed to stop breathing, and every bone in your body screamed with bloodied and boiling rage. You can’t remember the last time you had been so infuriated, you don’t even know if you had ever been that infuriated. The entire room froze with shock, the girl in the lone chair started shaking uncontrollably. “Swan! Please have some respect!” Evance scolded, the Headmaster harshly cussed at the said man.

Ningguang watched you carefully restrain yourself, she made her way towards Qiqi and lifted her in her arms.

“I am Ningguang, Tianquan of Liyue Qixing. I own the Jade chamber which had defied laws of physics not even recorded yet. You mock my daughter, you mock me, you mock my lover,” She started, face devoid of human emotion, “You may be the height of education, no matter how many titles this establishment carries, no matter how many titles the employees carry. I am ten times more than you or this establishment will ever be.”

The shaking Qiqi was secured in her arms as she sauntered out, calling out your name which you quickly followed behind.

When you got home it was quiet, the walk was silent except the tapping of Ningguangs heeled shoes. You didn’t dare speak, Qiqi couldn’t do much but sulk in her arms. As soon as you had reached the apartment, you didn’t even get the chance to take your shoes off until she was on the telephone dialing spontaneous numbers. Qiqi found solitude in her bedroom.

“Hello?” Ningguang spoke into the phone, you noticed her lipstick was smeared, “You’re aware of the ultimate Teyvat Academy? Correct? Good, well find the man who owns the estate and purchase the entire thing. I could care less for price tags or investments, do what you have to do and buy it.”

You stared at her with your mouth wide open, that’s one way to get into the academy…

LISA MINCI

Lisa actually really likes working with kids! Her favorite are probably toddlers.

she works with Klee really well, however when Klee gets stubborn about her studies things can get rocky.

Lisa has a tendency of over rewarding, not that it’s a bad thing!

not the best at cooking, very good with baking though.

Klee left you hopeless on so many occasions that you couldn’t remember. When you were first handed this mission you had no idea how to respond other than a curt nod and be on your way. The entire world depended on you. Depend on you, your wife, and your disaster of a child.

It was time. You and your family walked into the interview waiting room in absolute silence. The anxiety was potent enough that you started to bounce your leg up and down, Lisa put her hand on your knee. Now wasn’t a time for visible fear, put on a brave face and tread forward.

Fake it until you make it, you suppose.

The three older men in the room eyes widened once they saw Lisa follow in after you, they probably assumed the both of you were sisters. Although you had read the regulations very carefully, they never mentioned specifically that a man and a woman were the only ones that could pass the interview. It was the mass majority, but you had your worries. There was just no way you would conveniently marry a man under any context.

You sat down in the seat closest to Klee.

“Ah, welcome. Are you both sisters?” the man with thick glasses asked, he was in his early fifties with a kind tone.

Lisa and you both lifted your left hand revealing the matching wedding band.

“No sir, we are legally married,” you stated.

The chubbier man in the middle, Swan, snorted, “So the child does not belong to you biologically?”

You felt your jaw clench, “You see, I was married to a man previously. He passed away from illness, and Lisa swept me off my feet in my time of need. I indeed gave birth to Klee.”

‘Mama’s lying…’ Klee thought to herself, a nervous smile stretching her cheeks.

Swan went to say something, but was cut off by Evance, “So this is your second marriage?”

“Yes, sir.”

You could hear Klee’s fidgeting as she straightened her skirt with uneasy hands.

Evance looked through a clipboard with scattered papers, “What was your relationship like before you got married to Lisa? How did you meet?”

A dreamy sigh left your lips, “We met at a diner, as soon as our eyes met I felt my knees buckle and my chest heat up… I thought of my late husband who would’ve willed me to move on when he passed, we’d talked only for a brief while before engagement.”

Lisa used the tip on her fingers to hide a creeping smile with pink cheeks. She hummed in agreement.

“...And yourself?” Evance directed his attention to your wife.

She nodded, “Well, I’m not the best with straightforward words… But (Y/N) treated me more kindly than anybody I had ever been with previously. She’s impossibly patient, there’s nobody I’d rather spend my life with.”

Well spoken!

Swan spoke up again, “When did you realize you prefer women over men?”

His eyes bore into yours, as if he was mocking you entirely.

“I’ve never put a label on attraction, it’s been like this since I was little. I enjoy the company of both sexes.”

You were lying, Klee knew. She knew from the looks of frustration you would give informants when they would hand you certificates of bachelors, but she didn’t mind. She enjoyed having two mothers.

Swan turned his head towards the child, “Do you enjoy having two mommies? Don’t you think it would be better if you had a Daddy instead?”

There was something boiling inside your stomach, your cheeks felt hot with absolute anger. Your hands were bunched up with the fabric of your pants.

Calm down. It’s fine.

You looked at Klee, tears glistened in her eyes. Your heart raced when you saw Lisa stand up to go comfort her, you could feel your entire body twitch upon instinct when you heard her sobbing.

“So she prefers a father after all.”

That comment sent your nerves into a frenzy of rage. Lisa beat you two it, smashing the entire table in half with her foot. The three men jumped back in absolute terror, Swan letting out some sort of squeal. Lisa lifted up the tip of her heel, wood crumbling around it.

She mumbled, a terrifying smile upon her face as she looked down to Swan. His legs were shaking with his collar stuffed with fat and sweat, eye contact never breaking between the two. Lisa lifted her leg completely and took her purple heel off her foot, revealing the faint stain of a crushed bug upon the bottom.

Lisa giggled, “Please forgive me, but there was a mosquito upon the table and I just couldn’t help myself. Looks a bit like you, doesn’t it, Swan?”

You weren’t getting into this school. No matter how much you may pray to some sort of God.

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Howdy!may i request a modern au where jean and gn s/o go to a parent teacher confrence meeting talking about klee?

Mother knows best.

synopsis: jean and you go to the kindergarten parent teacher conference.

character(s): jean gunnhildr.

warning(s): n/a.

note(s): gn reader, its rlly short.

⎯⎯mod chewie 🪑

Jean was a responsible mother. You didn’t know if you would label yourself responsible considering you spoiled your adopted child, Jean often lectured the both of you for making too much of a mess— you always made sure to clean up and make it up to her.

“School conferences?” Jean asked, a few moments after you handed her the mail that had just come in, “I thought they weren’t doing that until first grade.”

The paper was a plain barrage of text with the school mascot at the corner. Klee had handed Jean a paper asking to arrange a time and date within the week. You sat next to your wife as she skimmed through the information.

“You’re free Tuesday right?” Jean asked, looking at her phone which had her work schedule on it.

You thought for a second and nodded, “Yeah I should be.”

“Does… Tuesday at 1:45 p.m sound good?”

“Sure.”

Klee dreaded the idea of conferences. It was the perfect opportunity for her teacher to spill all of the instances she would have gotten in trouble. It’s not fair! It’s not her fault the bunsen burner in the 6th grade chemistry room was so cool!

Klee had a reputation for getting into accidents, usually involving doing something a bit too dangerous for school grounds to handle. It was nothing dangerous or unheard of enough for a call home and a report to the office, but it was enough to make Jean angry.

Not even you could save her from the fury of Jean, you were too busy making googly eyes at her!

Klee tried her best to act as aloof and nonchalant as possible. Her act was blown the next day at breakfast.

“You’re acting suspicious.” Jean stated, the small girl sitting across from her at the table with a piece of toast and jam in front of her.

The pigtailed troublemaker shook her head, “No, I’m not. You’re umm… Over… Thinking it.”

She was sweating bullets, you were in the kitchen washing dishes so there was no way you could help her! The worst part about it all was that Klee couldn’t even hide it, all she could do was frantically eat her toasted bread and hope she’d choke to change the subject.

She never choked, but Jean dropped the subject when you came into the room with more coffee. You received a kiss on the cheek as a ‘thank you.’

The conference event rolled around sooner than anybody would like, you were excited to hear all about your beloved daughters learning. Jean already knew she was going to hear something atrocious and prepared the outcome of solitary confinement in her head.

Klee on the other hand, was outside playing on the few playground toys. Hoping that everything would go smoothly.

It didn’t.

“Klee has a bit of a reputation of setting things on fire, nothing terrible, obviously. She’s snuck into the chemistry room to play with the burners and managed to burn sticks during playtime outside,” the kindergarten teacher started, “She’s also made a bad habit of getting some other kids in trouble too, another child, Diona, is also getting into pranks.”

The teacher shook her head while Jean and yourself remained completely frozen. Fires? During recess?

Before your beloved could even comment on it, the teacher presented a variety of papers which had red correction markings all over the mangled words that was Klee's handwriting.

“Not to mention her horrendous grades, I really don’t mean to pry into any business that isn’t mine, but, is everything going okay at home?”

You knew that the sweet kindergarten teacher probably meant no harm in that question, her tone filled with genuine concern. Jean was beyond furious when she had walked out of the classroom, hiding it all behind a false smile and fierce footsteps which echoed through the colorful hallways.

“Klee! Your parents are here to pick you up,” the woman watching over the playing children called, gesturing to the direction in which you and your wife stood.

Jean was trying her best to keep appearances, smiling the sweetest she could as she guided Klee into where the car was parked.

“Klee.” She finally spoke once they were inside, it was all over, “I understand now. I understand why you were acting so strange.”

“Darling, I really think—“ your attempt to butt in was futile, Jean spoke over your meek voice.

She turned around to face her daughter who was hiding her face in her hands, suddenly her eyes softened, “You will be spending the rest of the day in solitary confinement. All games outside of school are not allowed for the rest of the week.”

“Including… Dodoco Adventure?”

“Dodoco Adventure, especially.”

The young girl let out a dramatic wail, sniffles and muffled sobs filled the backseat of the car. Apologies along with more wails after being ignored.

You felt your heart throb uncomfortably in your chest as you heard her quietly cry. You'd try to sneak her some fun time during the slow moving week, but how else was she supposed to learn?

The conference was a disaster.

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M.U.S.E. Event Case 008. Ayaka Kamisato X Female Reader.

◇ Report submitted by: Moderator Chewie on ▇▇▇▇.

mention of malnutrition, vomit, gore.

CASE FILE. MUSE-008

CLASS. FUTAKUCHI-ONNA

SEVERITY. 7 / 10

DESCRIPTION. ▇▇▇▇ was killed today. The potent smell of blood had been hanging in the air for quite some time now, ▇▇▇▇ had become immune to the despair which hung over them.

You were unable to tell if the emotion you were feeling was raw excitement or anxiety so strong it was enough to skin you alive. Feeling worms crawl under your skin in a comforting way. Either way, you waited in front of the main office in anticipation, General Gorou had instructed you to come to the Inazuman Headquarters for your first assignment. You’d been stuck doing grunt work for a good year and a half. All the ruthless bootcamp training, the taste of mud still slimed its way into your tastebuds whenever you thought about it.

With a slight huff, you slid the shoji door. The general waited there in a formal hakama, eyes ahead to the empty space in front of him at the low table. A neatly folded piece of paper presented in front of you, your assignment. You shakily seated yourself in front of him with a determined, nervous, smile. He bowed to you, his eyes never wavering. You swallowed and bowed back. No words were exchanged when he slid the piece of paper over to you and stared into your eyes.

Quivering hands, the paper found its way to your fingers. You stood up and left the room.

You wanted to vomit out of fear and piss yourself from the excitement which mixed in your veins. As soon as you left the premises you couldn’t help but happily tap your feet against the floor in a tiny dance. A squeal left your lips as you danced around.

The worst thing about this entire experience was the fact you had to walk all the way there on your own, your poor two feet. It wasn’t all that far, perhaps only a couple days if you took minimal breaks.

You had walked through a grand total of 6 different villages. Each riddled with poverty and death, your chest aches in pity once you reach your destination. Mud huts are built with roofs made of straw and leaves of rice plants. Like most villages of poor wealth, the population consisted of a majority of women and young boys. Men were usually the first to die of over exhaustion in the fields and providing food. However, this village had one characteristic that made your stomach queasy, the place was swamped with the shogunate’s samurai.

Samurai never scared you particularly, you’d just needed to show them your identification as a MUSE soldier, and they would cause little trouble.

“Please let her go, she didn’t mean any harm!” one of the women screamed, a smaller girl with white hair trapped within the first of a much larger man covered in traditional armor.

Your mind raced, before you could process the information you were already standing in front of the pair. Legs apart with your stance clearly ready to take arms.

“Would you be so kind as to let the young woman go?” Your hushed voice was hardly above a whisper, but it was enough to get the attention of the woman and the samurai manhandling her.

He spat at you, “You lot are always getting in somebody else's business, I really hate you M.U.S.E dogs. Why don’t you do us all a favor and behead this woman here, she’s just as much of a monster as what you’re used to slaying.”

You unsheathed the longsword presented on your back, “I’m allowed to hurt you if you interfere with my job. I need to interview this woman regarding the strange events happening here, please step aside.”

Deep down, you knew you weren’t physically capable to take him on, nothing but the organization’s name to use against him. The samurai realized that this was more trouble than it was worth, with a scoff, he shoved the woman to the floor and walked away from the scene.

“Ayaka!” the bystander rushed to the young woman’s side, her hand resting on her back as she regained her posture.

“Miss Chisato…” the woman dubbed Ayaka whispered.

Her attention was directed towards you. Acidic bile spilled from your lips and onto the dirt road, your legs shook violently you could hardly stand. The two women rushed to your side.

“Ma’am? Are you okay?” Ayaka asked, you used your knees as stands for your hands.

You shook your head, “No, but… It’ll be fine. I just have to wait for this anxiety to subside.”

“Please let me treat you to tea at my home, it’s the least I could do,” Ayaka insisted with a hand on your shoulder, “I-I really think you should get some food in you, you’re clearly malnourished.”

This was the perfect opportunity to get more information about your assignment, although you felt bad for taking up this poor young woman’s time, you needed to start somewhere.

Your assignment was Futakuchi-Onna, an Inazuman yokai which married girls and young adults. The yokai shall possess the victim's head, creating a mouth upon the back of the scalp, and eat an ungodly amount of food. All of the food consumed by the victim goes directly into feeding the demon, the victim will slowly starve to death. The only way to truly purge the yokai is to kill the victim before it finishes the cycle of death.

Which means, soon enough, human blood would taint your hands.

Chisato bared her goodbyes with a small bow, and Ayaka led her to her humble estate.

“Have you heard anything about the food supply dropping dramatically? I’m here to investigate the cause,” you openly admitted, “You see, this is my very first real assignment, and I’m nervous out of my mind.”

Ayaka was too beautiful to describe with English words. Hair as white as snow, sparkling with a blue hue in the sunlight with dazzling navy eyes which pulled you into her world. Her smile was welcoming and made your stomach churn with excitement. You felt like vomiting again. Her home was… Charming. It was one of the larger huts, she stated because it was her brother who was the head of the rice planting farmers. The kanji for Kamisato was engraved into the flat wooden plank outside the gates of their property. The house was one of the few houses made of wood and bamboo. Ayaka welcomed you into her estate and brewed your tea.

“Tell me,” You started, watching her light the fire to the furnace, “Your brother is the head of the farmers here correct? Why don’t you move to one of the wealthier villages instead?”

She didn’t answer you right away, not until the flame had ignited and began to eat the fuel.

A sigh escaped from her pale lips, “Why would we? We have everything we want here.”

Her hands shook as she handled the iron kettle atop the furnace, her thin wrist peeking out of her worn kimono. It was obvious she was malnourished. You never answered her, instead you patiently wanted for her to prepare you tea.

“Why was the samurai treating you so harshly?” Ayaka visibly flinched when you asked her the question.

You were both sitting at her low table, with no pillows present. You sat on your knees and slowly consumed the tea she had presented you with.

She looked to the ground and traced shapes into the worn tatami mats, “Well, my brother is in debt to the family who sent the samurai to the village. He was meant to pay his dues today, but because he’s been working in the fields so much, he hasn’t been able to make an appearance lately…”

That’s strange, you didn’t recall seeing any rice patties near the location. The fields couldn’t be as large to be keeping a man overnight working, especially if there’s other men working out there. Her story didn’t add up, but you nodded and played along anyways. You left the area with your kind regards to Ayaka and slept under a tree right outside the village.

Still unable to see the rice fields that Ayaka spoke of.

You woke up hardly able to breathe, having to chew and swallow the humid air. It had begun to rain early that afternoon. You met with Ayaka once again, heart racing more than usual, your jaw clenched when she spoke to you.

“You’ll get a cold if you stay in the rain for too long, come join me under my umbrella. There’s plenty of room,” Ayaka told you, lifting up her blue paper umbrella and offering some space towards you without getting wet herself.

“As a M.U.S.E employee, I am trained to tolerate this sort of weather. Please don’t worry about it.”

“Nonsense, your face is getting all red, I’ll run you a bath at my home…”

Her insistence was adorable, your cheeks red as they burned with embarrassment. You found yourself getting off a small high when you caught her flowery smell once you had stood next to her under the sunshade. Your heart raced, but your chest never hurt like anxiety had made it ache. Your hands trembled but you were comfortable.

She escorted you to her home and ran you a bath, just as she said she would. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a bath, the warm water sunk into your skin as if you were a sponge. When you had gotten out, she’d lent you a nicer kimono that was a little too big for you.

“You see, you’re much larger than me, this is a kimono that my brother had grown out of. You may wear it,” she insisted, her hands peeking through the shoji screen which separated the bathroom to a hallway.

The kimono was uncomfortable, clearly low-quality silk but you were in no position to complain. For some ungodly reason, the brief smell of iron was presented upon the fabric. It made your stomach hurt unreasonably, the smell of blood bringing back the memories of the harsh boot camps which you were forced to go through. You trembled, breathing quickened, you rushed back into the bathroom and vomited into the bucket you had used to wash yourself with previously. Without a sound, you opened the window above the bath and dumped the bucket of vomit outside into the garden. A pang of guilt stabbed at your core; you brushed it off.

You excited the room and looked for Ayaka, your heart racing just at the thought of seeing her again. She was preparing the furnace to heat up another kettle of tea.

“Oh, (Y/N)! You’re here, I hope you enjoyed your bath,” her voice chipper, the kettle shook in her hands.

Your chest ached, “Do you think that your brother will mind me wearing his old clothes?”

“No, he’s very kind. It’s not like he’s around to care either.”

Her tone dropped an octave, every nerve in your body told you she was dangerous. Her smile was so welcoming, and she made your body feel as if it were set ablaze. The heartfelt way she’d brew tea and serve you rice crackers made you feel loved. You didn’t know that this feeling would be so wonderful, and you desperately wanted to express yourself to her, but you had no clue on where to start.

What if she thought you were weird? You’d only known her for a few days, and the lifestyle of a M.U.S.E employee didn’t have room for fickle things like love. Your imagination drifted as she ranted to you about the samurai, how cute she’d look in a formal kimono welcoming you home from a long mission. How adorable she’d be when she would come up to you and kiss you on the cheek and hug you in order to welcome you home.

Her cheeks puffed out, “You don’t care do you?”

A smidge of panic had set in once she had caught you daydreaming, “I do, the warm bath is just making me a little sleepy is all.”

“I have a remedy for that, scoot close to me.”

You did just that, sitting right by her side. It felt so natural to be around her.

“Lay your head in my lap, I’ll comb your hair as you sleep.”

Oh. You couldn’t think or breathe. Was this truly some fantasy coming to life? You held your breath as she guided your head to her soft legs, your hair was still a little damp, did she mind? Ayaka’s legs were ungodly skinny, and you could feel her bones under the thin layer of fat and muscle which covered her skeleton. She’d been so adamant about you resting, so how could you deny it? You allowed your body to relax, although it wasn’t the most comfortable pillow you fell asleep with her fingers in her hair massaging your scalp. The warm waves of sleep washed over you, feeling the high of her smell starting to sink in.

Ayaka felt disgusted with herself as you laid in her lap. She was so hungry, hungry for you. The back of her skull opened up into a mouth which stank of blood, gore of the most recent kill reeking from its oral cavity. Her white hair moved as if it were the tentacles of some underwater beast, soft sobs escaped her lips but you laid still. The stink of the kill filled your senses, adrenaline rushed through your body as you had dodged the viscous hair follicles with last minute precision. Sparkling tears decorated Ayaka’s wonderful face, she looked as if she were a doll made of China.

The instinct to run away made your legs move before you could even think, you rushed into the brutal downpour which was Inazuma storms. You had no shoes, your feet cold and sticky with mud and heart racing. You stopped at the entry gate and looked back at the Kamisato estate. Moments spent in the pouring rain, your heart ached for Ayaka to return to your line of sight, she never showed. Not even to close the door you had rudely left open in your panic. You abandoned your uniform and your sword inside the home, walking barefoot to the tree you had slept under previously. It provided little to no shelter, but you sat and daydreamed soaked to the bone with the numbness the cold rain gave you. You find comfort in the warmth of Ayaka, you cry to yourself. You plead to an unknown God to allow you to think of a different way to kill the yokai, you cried and sobbed into the void of the downpour. You wanted to scream, so badly, but you had no energy.

You found yourself in your sorrows, when a blonde man approached you. He was of a shorter stature, with a streak of red in his hair and melancholy eyes. He wore a layered yukata with reds and browns, dashes of yellow presented onto the fine silk, reminding you of the autumn trees. His paper umbrella was an ombre shade.

“Your kimono. Where did you get it from?” His voice was husky.

Your gaze was focussed onto the ground, staring at his kimono sandals, “Kamisato Ayaka, it’s originally from her brother, Kamisato Ayato.”

Ayaka’s voice was engraved in your mind, every story of her brother and her parents. Her praises about her amazing family. The modesty with her in that large home, all alone.

“You stole it?”

“No, Kamisato gave it to me,” your voice was monotone to a point you surprised yourself.

He hummed, but you couldn’t hear it over the roar of the rain.

“I am Kaedehara Kazuha, I’m a local, and I saw you run out of Kamisato’s estate. Am I to assume that you fell for Ayaka’s little performance too?”

His wording ignited something inside you that you’d never felt before. Before you could even think you were standing up before him. Face to face with the man you asked him to repeat the words he had just spoken.

“She’s been the reason for all of the recent disappearances, but because nobody has gotten indisputable evidence we can’t exactly just kill her. Her family is also one of the largest patrons for many of the farmers here, since her brother disappeared we haven’t had anybody to go to.” Kazuha’s explanation made you queasy, “You must be new, considering the townspeople talk way too much. There’s a M.U.S.E soldier in the village as of now, hopefully the issue will be solved sooner than later.”

Your hands trembled, as you had realized the weight of the situation. Ayaka never cared for you, she only made it look that way so she could lure you in and kill you. Your chest ached, you started to cry again. Kazuha offered no comfort as he nodded and trailed away at your miserable form.

You called out her name in a weary desperation.

Ayaka had never felt more guilty in her life. It ate at her stomach just as the demon ate at her spirit and soul. She let out a shaky exhale as it had spoken to her. In her head, it’s voice rang out, asking her if she really wanted to continue living. If you wish to continue, it seethed, you must bring me the flesh of a human. Stale rice and tangy tea will not suffice any longer. Stuck inside her home, alone, she had finally found someone that would allow her to trust them. To take care of. Ever since the devouring of her brother she’d hardly been able to handle the isolation inside the cold manor, when you came along you were like the sun.

You were so kind to her, so nervous, so perfect.

You were also the one who would take her head, no matter what.

It has been a whole week, and the village samurai were beginning to debate if they should kill you or not. You’d been threatened more times than you could count, held down with a blade to your neck. Ayaka was too terrified to look you in the eye, the demon in her head feeling the irrational fear whenever you were within ten feet of her. You’d managed to get your uniform and sword back, it was wrinkled and worn.

In the townsquare you stood in front of her, finally able to see her face which was engraved in your mind.

“Kamisato,” the way her surname fell from your lips felt like acid against her eardrums, “I don’t want to kill you.”

Ayaka could feel her face heating up, her mind was running wild. In the heat of the tension she couldn’t focus on your words nor the weight of your tone. All she knew is that she missed your voice. She wanted to invite you to her home, one last time, kiss you softly, and let the demon kill her while in your arms.

“Kamisato, you were one of the few people in this small dainty town that showed me kindness, there is only one way to repay that kindness.”

The youngest Kamisato’s voice was hushed when she spoke, “How?”

“I will kill the thing that is plaguing you. I don’t know how, but I’ll do it.”

A voice in Ayaka’s head screamed and then laughed.

You guided her to a shrine that was three kilometers away, almost two miles. Most of the journey she is on your back with your arms supporting her legs and arms wrapped around your neck. You needed to get this thing out of her, she was too precious to kill. The shrine was worn down, with no shrine maidens or any sort of name, but you had most of the tools used for a small ritual in an attempt to kill it. You surrounded her in sared salts in the center of the shrine hall, having her drink the water from the sacred wells. There was nothing, you simply weren’t trained in this field.

Your throat was sore with terror, Ayaka sitting so wonderfully in the center of the circle with an unwavering smile.

“Close your eyes for me,” she followed your request with no questions.

You stepped inside the circle of salt, as quietly as you could you unsheathe the sword which laid on your hip now. A hand on her head to keep her still. You took a breath in.

“I love you,” she whispered.

Blood filled your vision, the sword cut cleanly through her delicate neck. It sprayed you in your face and you got crimson liquid inside your mouth. Her head fell to the floor and spazzed wildly. The demon died inside her brain allowing her to feel the life slip away from her. You choked on the thick taste of iron; the blood spray decorated your white dress shirt with a vibrant auburn.

Her body fell to the left, hitting your feet. You kicked her limpness off of you and turned in order to vomit onto the shrine’s wooden floors. Her lovely smile still was implanted into her face, her cheeks stuck into the position forevermore. Ayaka, while she was alive, anticipated you’d finally allow her the sweetness of death. She would not be able to participate in the feasts of the God’s, being able to feel what it was like to be full of food again. Able to see her brother again.

The thoughts made you sob harder, the smell rushed to your nose making you hurl even more.

Your entire body shook violently. Hardly able to stand.

Scrambling to find the wall of the structure, you’d sit down and cup your face. Fingers going to your hair and pulling at the roots as you rocked back and forth. Your heart beating wildly and the stink of blood and acid were the only things your senses could memorize.

There, you sat.

Never to be found again within the abyss of insanity.

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Hello!! I really love your fics and wanted to request something, I hope you don't mind!! Could I request Lisa, Shenhe and Eula, with a s/o that struggles to put thier affection into words and is too shy to ask for physical touch, so they end up writing a bunch of love letters/poem and leaving small gifts around? I apologise for any grammer/spelling errors in this or if its hard to read. Thank you for your time and I hope you have a wonderful day <33

Sonnet.

synopsis: you’re too shy to invest in physical touch and struggle with communication, so you show your appreciation with gifts.

character(s): eula, lisa, shenhe.

warning(s): kissing.

note(s): female reader.

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EULA LAWRENCE

I have a feeling she’d struggle with the same thing.

She’d struggle with communication, seeing as she lacked both familial love and the understanding of romantic love growing up.

Eula was never good at handing out compliments, and physical affection was never her favorite.

It’s not that she didn’t like you, nor did she dislike you touching her, she just didn’t like being touched in general. Similar to how a cat only likes being pet at certain times.

When you first established a romantic relationship, the official title of dating dangling over your heads, the pressure felt immense. Especially considering Eula had never invested in someone romantically, and you lacked communication in every aspect.

Your conversations consisted of red faces and on edge twitching.

Not the most ideal! But Eula cherished the moments, even when she’d kick at her bed and get frustrated with herself for saying something sarcastic to you, every night.

The gifts started appearing one by one, each increasing by the week. Sometimes it was a little treat, or a cute trinket.

Or a love note, “Thank you so much for all your hard work, I’m very excited to see you again today. -(Y/N)”

Or both!

Sometimes there’d be little love poems, most were original. Or an excerpt quote from some cheesy romance novel. Eula loved it anyway.

They appeared in Eula’s office, you’d given them to her maids and servants to welcome her home with, and you’d give them to her yourself on dates. Eula showed her appreciation towards these things a lot more abstractly than you had.

One time, you had mentioned that one of your uncles was collecting funny looking spoons. You also had mentioned you were thinking of collecting something like that too, and it was a harmless topic you had come up with. That week, at the end of a date which consisted of binge eating at Good Hunter, she gave you a very elaborate steak knife.

Because you had mentioned wanting to collect some kind of decorating silverware, she decided she’d start your collection off with a custom made kitchen blade! How sweet!

You took it as some sort of threat.

“Is she gonna kill me? Am I getting that annoying?”

Eula quickly reassured you that she had no intentions of hurting you, and that she liked you perfectly fine. All of which with a variety of stutters and a very red face.

She keeps all your love poems and notes in a chronologically organized drawer and reads through them before she goes to sleep.

LISA MINCI

Lisa enjoys physical touch, but she’s very nice about respecting boundaries regarding your preferences with being so close.

When you had first started leaving love notes and gifts, she was very flattered, and returned the favor by brewing your favorite tea and giving you baked goods.

You’d given her quite a few novels which weren’t in her library, and she had her own personal collection of books, an entire shelf dedicated to the novels which you had gifted her. Lisa used the notes you write as bookmarks, but one time it got wrinkled a little and she hasn’t forgiven herself yet.

Her favorite gift to receive from you is flowers, specifically red roses. She’s always so upset to throw out the withered blooms.

She understands your troubles, and also writes small poems for you.

You had made a small notebook worth of nothing but her sweet poems, you cherish it.

One time, you had continued her poem, and then you had made a very long poem which you had both contributed to. You’d like to do that again.

Jean finds your love poems and notes before Lisa does sometimes, and she treats it like an egg hunt. Lisa didn’t get it when Jean came to her with some sort of cryptic rhymes and riddles, all created by Klee.

You didn’t know about it, but you watched Lisa scurry around the headquarters with a wide smile.

Lisa loves brewing sleepy time tea for you, and then sleeping by your side. That brief moment of exhausted relief is her favorite moment she shares with you, almost beating your sweet good morning notes and a fresh brew of coffee.

There was one time where you were in a rush and didn’t have time to do those things for her, and she spent the entire day thinking you were furious with her. Jean and her had a very serious conversation about it, poor Grandmaster.

Overall, 10/10, she loves it.

SHENHE

She thought someone was stalking her at first, so she never opened the gifts out of paranoia. When you had confessed it was your doing the entire time she felt really bad.

Shenhe still kept them, and accepted all of them.

She lacks understanding for poetry, she can still read but isn’t familiar with it enough to understand the metaphors you make when you write her notes. She’ll still pretend she knows about it.

You realized that shopping for her was insanely hard considering she didn’t eat whole meals unless it was some sort of assorted salad of wild herbs, and she disliked most material things. So you were really stuck on how to convey your feelings.

So your next idea was writing anecdotes.

She adored those, most were small cheesy romance stories about kissing and cuddling. Both you and Shenhe avoided such notions due to the mutual lack of communication. You weren’t the best writer, but every now and then she’d come up with some cute idea, or do something adorable and you’d write about it to her.

Shenhe never understood that all of the things you would write in such an idealized manner were ever about her specifically and thought it was just similar characters, and when she found out it was her she couldn’t help but be flattered. She could hardly look you in the eyes without becoming a blubbering mess.

The anecdotes were only a few pages long, and she keeps every single one of them. You have no idea how she keeps all of them with her at all times, but she does.

Out of your few years of officially dating, she’s only purchased you one gift, and it was an earring. One of which to match hers, two halves of one piece.

It was the most heartfelt thing she had ever done for you, and it was enough to keep you by her side for the remainder of eternity.

Shenhe began frequenting libraries and bookstores to familiarize herself better with poetry; she still couldn’t understand cryptic messages inside metaphors. She tried to write you a poem about vanquishing a beast, and it was supposed to be how she was so happy to meet you through all of her harsh times.

You didn’t get that message, and there was no way to tell you without her becoming embarrassed. So she just kissed you until you could understand.

“So, you like killing big animals? Is that what it’s about?”

You weren’t allowed to breathe for a few minutes, her lips were stuck to yours. For some reason she thought just kissing you for an extended amount of time was a good way to convey her feelings.

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