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A Bothersome Herbivore

I'm not sure when it happened, this tiny herbivore started clinging to me. It's hard to get a break since they follow me everywhere. When I nap, they nap beside me. When I eat, they follow along. Though, the latter is better than the time they slept so soundly I was able to leave them for a few days. When I went back to my normal napping spot they were sitting like a dejected mouse. They had teary little eyes, and their complexation was terrible.

I learned later that they slept through lunch, so they ended up just not eating the first day, and they refused to move during the weekend when I hadn't retuned yet. The worst part about it is they were so happy when I came back. They were like a stupid dog, so happy to cling to me again.

I let them be for a while. It wasn't really my problem, and they didn't actually bother me most of the time. They were surprisingly quiet.

"Why exactly do you follow around like a lost dog?"

"I dunno. I just like you. So, I stay with you, because you're safe."

It was weird. I shouldn't be safe for them. I'm just a lousy second prince with nothing in my future but disappointment. I am, and will always be, second best in the eyes of anyone else, so why is it that this creature clings to me? I still don't understand it.

The thing that irks me the most is that I started to worry about them. I woke up from a nap as usual, expecting them to be beside me. They weren't there. The little mouse had scurried off somewhere and that made me uneasy.

"This is bullshit."

I must have done so subconsciously, but I ended up looking around the places I usually went, expecting to find them there. I only found them when I returned to the greenhouse. They were sitting, waiting for me to come back.

"Leona!" They sounded so happy, their eyes lighting up as if the best person in the world was standing right in front of them.

"Ah." I had so many questions, but none of them mattered. 'Why did you wait? Where did you go? Are you okay?' They were here, so why did it matter?

We returned to routine. But one thing did change. I started leaning on them. I don't know if they noticed, they never mentioned it to me. This change ... felt necessary.

In time it felt stranger to be separate from them than to be near them. In a way, I guess I must have found them comforting too. So, it felt strange when one day, they started crying.

"What's with the tears?" I asked, not really expecting an answer.

"I don't know. I just- I." They sobbed quietly, sniffling and rubbing their eyes. They tried so hard to calm down, only to sob more. It hurt, hearing them quiet their sobs. I felt like I saw a bit of myself in them. Maybe that's why I spoke up.

"Don't force it, just sob okay?" It was a useless comment. They would probably cry for a while anyways. They did stop trying to choke back their sobs, though they kept sobbing quietly, as if they forgot how to cry loudly.

"I'm scared. I don't know if I want to go home or stay here. I feel unwanted either way. I don't know if anyone would miss me if I left, of if anyone in my world even realizes I'm gone. I'm terrified because it doesn't matter which world I choose. I'll be alone again in either world."

A beat.

Right, they needed to go home eventually. They weren't from this world. I forgot that somehow. Unlike Yuu, who was social, this one wasn't particularly close to anyone. Except maybe ... me.

"Oh? Aren't I right here? Do you think I'll forget you because you vanish for a little?"

"I-I ... I thought you were annoyed by me."

"Then why would I let you cling to me? I could have actively ignored you."

"But you ... you left me alone and I ..."

"So? People can change their minds. I'm not running from you anymore, so don't go running from me, okay?"

"Heh, hehehehe."

"Why are you laughing?"

"Sorry I just- I didn't expect you to say something like that. It's so sweet."

"Don't get used to it."

"Hehe, I know. I'm just ... Thank you."

"... It's fine."

Things were nice after that. We returned to routine.

Or, as close to routine as possible. I found myself gazing at them for longer than I intended. If they were still asleep when I was up, I would pick them up. If they were hungry, we'd eat early, or I'd get Ruggie to buy us snacks.

'Fuck.' I had fallen for them. It was confusing. They weren't particularly pretty, or smart, or even useful. Even so, I found them undeniably breathtaking. I couldn't look away from them.

It was juvenile, but I couldn't help but touch their hand. Just to feel their skin against mine. I wanted to kiss their forehead, to hold them in my arms, to claim them.

I'm no idiot. I know I'm handsome, I know my position, though lesser than my brother's, is coveted. I understand that being a member of royalty limits my options for love. Despite everything, I wanted them to stay with me. If nothing else, I just wanted to continue our days like this. The litte moments of warmth, their laughter, their joy. I wanted to bask in it.

When did my world stop being gray?

No, not my world. Just them.

It's still hard to justify waking up, to find a reason to move forward every day. But even still, I want to be selfish and be beside them. I wonder if this is what it means to feel safe with someone.

"I'm going to graduate this year. You've still got a few years left."

"... Yeah ..." They smile sadly.

"Come to me. When you finish. Find me, and I'll have a napping spot ready to share." It was a stupid promise. They might be blocked from my side. They might not even be able to understand me outside of school property.

But I think their smile was worth it.

--

"You've been sulking in that window every day, brother." A grating voice says, a smirk decorating the words.

"So what?" I glare, irritated by the interruption. I come to this window whenever I think about them. It seems like a spot they'd like. Or maybe they just liked me. Maybe after all this time they forgot me. It would be better that way. For them to forget me, they can live a different life, instead of being tied to the second prince.

"I was just worried. How can I not worry a little when you're my brother?"

"Piss off."

"Ah, I see you don't want company. Should I send your visitor away?" My ears twitch. It's rare I receive visitors. It's even rarer my 'perfect' brother bothers to tell me about them.

"A visitor? Haiz. I have enough sense not to turn visitors away." I shift, hopping down from the window ledge.

My heart is beating faster than I would like. It seems like my chest is going to burst at this rate. It will be disappointing if it's not them, so I shouldn't keep my hopes up.

"Leona?" A familiar voice chimes as I enter the room. They smile warmly at me and walk over, looking at me somewhat reluctantly.

"I'm surprised you actually came here." I hold out my hand. They take it carefully and I pull them into a hug, "Welcome home." I add with a whisper.

They tear up, hugging me tightly.

"Yeah, I'm home." They mutter. They feel warm in my arms. They feel like the keystone of an arch, holding me together despite being so small.

'So, I still love you.' I think to myself, closing my eyes and forcing myself not to do too much. I want to give them soft kisses, I want to whisk them to my room and cuddle with them. I want to tell them how much I love them. But the words don't leave my throat. I can't love them, not as a royal.

"Well, isn't this a nice reunion." That ruined it.

"And you're still here because? This is my guest. I thought you'd leave." I hiss, glaring at my brother.

"There's no need to be hostile. I'm just surprised you have someone close to you."

"Oh? Thanks, I didn't realize I needed to tell you these things."

"I'm not chastising you, I'm glad. Really. Ah, I should probably introduce myself to your lover."

"Lover?"

"Lover?"

"Are you two not? Ah, I'm sorry for misunderstanding." He doesn't sound even slightly apologetic.

"I-It's fine."

"... This is my brother. That's it, don't worry about getting close to him."

"Oh- okay." They smile sadly.

"Well this does complicate things a little. I had just convinced the elders to let you have your lover join you here. But if they're not your lover, then I'll have to clear that up."

"That won't be necessary. It'll be more convenient if everyone assumes we're lovers anyways." 'Though I'm not particularly fond of receiving help from you, I won't turn it away when it benefits me.'

"S-So then- Do I- have to pretend to be your lover?" They seem surprised, their face flushed a bit. It's cute. It makes me want to lick their cheeks and nibble on their ear.

"No, just act like before. Us spending so much time together will get the point across."

"Oh! Okay." They nod, seeming perhaps a little disappointed.

"Last time we spoke, I promised to have a napping spot pick out for us. I think I found one. Though, you'll have to sit on my lap if you want to lean on me." The window ledge wasn't wide enough to sit side by side unless you laid against the window.

'This spot is chosen partially out of my selfishness. If nothing else, then I can hold you tightly. Not that you need to know my reasoning.'

"That's okay. If you're okay with it, I mean. I've always kind of wanted to hug you when napping." They admit wanting to cuddle closer.

'I wonder.'

I pick them up, cupping their rear as they cling to me. They seem a bit surprised.

"W-We could just walk there-"

"We are walking there. What? Did you never wonder how I carried you before?"

"I never thought about it- This is embarrassing. I could just walk with you."

"Hm, no. You clung to me this long, cling to me more, won't you?"

"Leona." They whine.

I can't help but chuckle a little. This was warm. It felt nicer than just remembering them.

"Hey, do you love me?"

"What? I mean- yes. You're the closest person I have."

"I mean, romantically, sexually. How, do you love me?"

"T-This is very sudden- and I don't know how to answer- aah."

"That's fine. We've got plenty of time." I sit down, letting them situate themselves on my lap as we sit by the window. I wrap my arms around their waist, and rest on my chin on their shoulder.

"You're more affectionate than I remember."

"Well, I have to make up for the missed nap time cuddles somehow, right?"

"What? Hah, hahaha. Sure, let's go with that. Leona. I missed you."

"Yeah ... me too."

"I never thought you'd admit it ... so ... the question."

"Do you love me?"

"Yeah, that one ... was it, because you love me?"

"Yeah."

"W-wait really? Um! How so?"

"Hm, I'll tell you after you tell me. I did ask first."

"Hahaha, okay, that's fair." They lean into me, resting against my chest, relaxing in my arms. We sit there for a while, just enjoying each other's company. It doesn't really matter how they answer. We'll stay beside each other anyways. I can tell that much. They wouldn't have found me if they didn't intend to stay.

"Hey ... Leona ..."

"Yeah?"

They turn their head and move so their mouth is close to my ear before whispering their answer. Perhaps embarrassed, or worried that telling me loudly would hurt me. Regardless, the action was cute.

"I'm not sure. I've never felt anything like this before. I've never had the chance. So, I may not get it right the first time. I don't know what type of love this is."

"Okay, then let's figure it out together." I've waited this long, waiting a little longer should be fine. Besides, I'm with them now, so that is enough.

#twisted wonderland #character pov #leona kingscholar #twst leona #leona twst #fluff #warm and cozy #self indulgent #gn reader #reader insert #I let him have like two swears. It's fine. #Have soft Leona #he deserves some softness. #he's just a silly guy #a bean #Anyways #i hope you enjoy #Sorry for not posting

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"If I had the chance, I would still choose you." (Part 1)

--

The first time I died was at the World's End. The abyssal tendrils encroached from a sinister center and consumed all that remained, both the living and the non-sentient. I don't know if you cried for me, but I thought you called my name.

The second time I died was at the hands of the man who killed our father. He was supposed to be my real father, but even if blood dictates he is, I have no love for him.

The third time I died, I was poisoned in your tavern. Everything seemed fine until blood, not wine, flowed from my lips, pouring onto the countertop below. My hearing faded before my vision, accented with a constant ring, your face contorted with despair.

I lived countless times, though this is the first time I remembered such deaths. Is there a reason for this? I couldn't tell you. I want to find the truth. Though, I want to make the amends I never made first.

"Diluc, we need to talk," I say, looking up from the beverage I hadn't finished.

"... Kaeya, I already told you to finish that drink and go. I've tolerated you for this long since there was another stubborn customer, but you have to go." Diluc sighs in annoyance, cleaning the glass in his hands before glaring at me.

"Normally I would say something playful and leave, but I have something to tell you before my trip to Sumeru." I begin, looking at Diluc seriously.

"If this is some new way to bother me, then drop it. I see no point in dawdling like this." Diluc scoffs, pulling the rag he was washing the glass with taut in his hands.

"Diluc, just hear me out. I won't bring this up again."

"... I ... ask you to leave." I bite my lip and sigh, this was getting nowhere.

"I'm sorry, for lying to you. Don't forgive me. I know you won't anyway. That's it." I smile sadly. Truthfully, I wanted to say so much more. I wanted to tell him everything I was thinking and feeling, I wanted to tell him I would always consider him my true family. I knew that even if I told him nothing would change, but there was some vain hope in me, "I'll be off then. Make sure not to be so lax with your hours next time, I might really keep you up for the whole night drinking." I add playfully, hoping to lighten the mood.

I turn around. I don't want to see what kind of expression Diluc is making. I can already guess it. I leave quietly after that and head off to collect the last of my things for my journey tomorrow. As I look around my quarters I take note of the papers on my desk. I know it's meaningless, but I decided to write a letter to Diluc anyway.

--

"He's gone." I sigh, looking at the half-full glass Kaeya left behind. This was unusual for him, even on his worst days, he tended to choke down the stuff with reckless abandon.

"Did he mean it? ... He really doesn't get it, does he?" I mutter, shaking my head and cleaning up the rest of the Angel's Share after locking the doors. I had come to terms with the fact that Kaeya had lied to me long ago. It wasn't exactly hard to piece together after doing my own research into why Crepus died. There were other lies, understandable lies. It was never the falsehoods that made me angry with him.

"... But why is he apologizing now? Usually, he'd speak his mind anyway... No, no I can't ask him. I know what kind of position he's in, he'll come back. ... Won't he?" I felt uncertain. I knew Kaeya would usually bring up anything he truly wanted to say again, but this time felt different. This time, felt serious.

"He said he's leaving for Sumeru. I'll talk to him when he gets back." I mutter to myself.

--

"Ah, Aether. Can I ask you for a favor?" I smile politely and place a hand on my chin.

"A favor? I can do that, but what do you want?"

"You see, Diluc and I had a disagreement, so I was hoping you'd be willing to give this to him in my stead." I hold out the gift I had prepared for Diluc. I wanted to change it up a little, so this time I opted to give him something practical.

"You should give it to him yourself. You still have that chance. If you had an argument that was bad enough you don't want to talk, that's all the more reason to." Ah, right. Aether doesn't have that choice.

"I-I see. Then you win. I'll give it to him tomorrow night." I don't particularly wish to rub more salt on Aether's wound.

The next night, I head to the Dawn Winery on my own. In other timelines, I had brought Aether, and he had picked grapes. I felt it was necessary to go alone this time.

"Haiz, it's not like he'll even want to converse with me."

"It's not like who will want to converse with you?" Diluc says, walking over to me with a complicated expression.

"Ah, Diluc. Don't tell me you missed me?"

"What is this?" Diluc pulls out the letter I had written. I blinked in surprise, I had never sent the letter, so I was a little perplexed as to how he had gotten it.

"Don't tell me you snuck into my room. You knew I'd be home in a few weeks." I tease.

"Think what you like, what matters now is what you wrote here. Should I read it to you? Or do I need to ask again? What is this?" Diluc's expression is more serious than normal. I wince a bit. I hadn't realized he'd take it so poorly. Though, perhaps some part of me did, since I had opted to write it down rather than tell him after our previous encounter.

"Ah, well you see." I start, thinking over where to begin, "I guess I should start with the first part, right?"

"Just explain."

"Right. Okay. You've known for a while who I was, my origin as a Khaenri'an. You may have been less familiar with my bloodline. As nobility yourself, I suppose it may have occurred to you that it could tie into how easily I adapted to the etiquette of high society despite our messing about." I look at Diluc carefully, measuring his gaze as he taps his arm impatiently, "As for the start of the letter, it's true that I lied about being our father's ... Your father's murderer. I felt responsible for it at the time."

"I knew it wasn't you. I've done some research into the truth of Crepus's death. Move on, I'm listening." Diluc's tone is a bit terse, but considering the discussion, I get it.

"Then I suppose the part you were the most confused about was that I still wished to call you my brother despite it all?"

"No, the part that I want you to address is this; 'Diluc, I have known for a long time that you would never forgive me. After coming back this time, I knew I had to at least apologize. I value you, and because of that I need to be honest with you. Khaenri'ah is not a place I consider home, nor do I wish to go back. If I must leave Mondstadt, then I will be saddened, but I understand. I know that when my identity is revealed I will be cut out, but until then, I hope you will remain my brother.'"

"Ah, that. I don't think it truly needs to be explained."

"Why do you think this will change how people see you? Do you think any of us are narrowminded enough to think you're twisted because of something you didn't choose? Kaeya. Look at me. Do you think so little of me that you assume I would call for your exile? We all have secrets, we all have reasons for silence. You never meant to send this to me, did you? Or when you did, you were going to leave quietly after telling Jean the truth, right?"

"..."

"I know you, we grew up together. You weren't the kind of kid who liked lying. You were so bad at telling lies back then that we got caught stealing wine from the cellar. Do you remember that?"

"I-I do. But that-"

"You were a child, forced by an adult to play a role you never asked for. Stop and think, do you really believe I blame you for that?"

"But you've ..."

"Been angry with you? Of course I've been angry with you, you constantly hurt yourself to protect everyone's ideal image of you. Hell, I believed it too."

"..."

"Kaeya, I don't care if you're the prince of Khaenri'ah. I don't care if you still have attachments to those who abandoned you. I just hate seeing what you've become."

"... You ... think it's your fault ..."

"It IS my fault! I wasn't there for you."

"You were grieving."

"I was your brother."

"So? You believed I killed him, however brief that may have been, you didn't know."

"I should have known!"

"No, you couldn't have known. You were a kid who was just torn away from the only person he allowed to consider his family."

"And you were a kid who lied because you thought it would be less painful to be alone than to have a brother who belonged to another country."

"Diluc-"

"Shut up."

"..."

"Kaeya I care about you. If we're being honest, then I should tell you this too. Kaeya I never got close to you because I became the person you pretended to be."

"Diluc you-"

"I killed people, countless people, and I don't regret what I did."

"..."

"You may have pretended it was your fault, but I actively hunted the people responsible for killing Crepus, the ones who convinced him to become a part of the Fatui."

"He- was a part of the Fatui?"

"Don't you think it was a little strange how easily you were accepted into our family by him despite your distinctive pupils?"

"He was a kind man."

"He was a smart man, and he did love us, but that's not why you were accepted by him initially. Kaeya, I need you to understand that he wasn't a good person."

"Diluc you- you've been carrying this belief alone, haven't you. Is he a bad person? Or did he just do bad things?"

"He was a bad person. I suppose it runs in the family."

"You are NOT a bad person. You have a strong moral code and a sense of justice that is rare even among the best people. Your methods may not align with the knights, but you're not completely wrong."

"But I'm still a murderer Kaeya."

"And you're my brother. Isn't it my job to be understanding at times like this?"

"Not for murder."

"Well, maybe not for murder, but I don't think that you were wrong. Diluc, I still want to be your brother. Is that okay?"

"... Hah, after everything. Do you really want to be my brother? A brother to someone like me who is willing to kill for his ideals?"

"I'm willing to be your brother because it's you."

#ragbros #genshin impact #genshin kaeya #diluc ragnvindr #ragnvindr brothers #This is purely familial #I don't ship them #Please keep that in mind for this #angst #briefly mentioned character death

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Lament of a Branch

When a branch grows into a tree, many hunger for its fruit or cut its branches. When beauty is not enough, the tree becomes the basis of some other want.

Many seek me out with 'good intentions'. Morals that by human standards are honourable.

"Oh Archon, will you grant me this one wish? All I ask is for knowledge. You see, with the knowledge I can save my son."

"Of course, then I shall bestow upon you knowledge."

Some seek me to fix the 'mistakes' they made.

"Oh Archon, I beg of thee, give me just one leaf imbued with elemental energy to soothe my suffering pet."

"As you wish, take it and comfort them well."

Some ask me for purely selfish things.

"Oh, Archon! Please give me a leaf. I simply must hold its beauty in my hands."

"As you wish, but this is not something you may ask for again."

But you are the first to ask something new.

"Archon, I wish you would blossom independently of these people, for they have begun to take too much."

"That ... is a wish I am not permitted to grant."

You are the first to move worlds for me.

"Archon, I have found a way to ensure you're safety, come with me."

"What?"

"I've found out how to free you, to replant you in a garden much more suited for one such as you."

I was shaken.

Truly shaken.

No one had been so bold as to offer me something in return. No one thought a tree needed more than the sun.

"Archon, do you have a name?"

"No, I am simply an extension of Irminsul, I need no name of my own."

"Ah, but I think that's rather lonely. May I give you a name?"

"You ... wish to name me? Ah, I suppose a name can not hurt."

"Wonderful, then, I'll call you Rukkhadevata."

"You wish to name me 'God of the Tree?' Hahaha! Well yes, such is a fitting name. I like it."

You weren't good at picking names, but it was amusing nonetheless. I liked spending time with you. You would tell me things I already knew in ways I had never heard them. Your words shone like stars in the desert. I cherished them, however technically trivial they were.

So when I was faced with your mortality I was surprised that drops of water rained from my leaves.

"Hah, I never thought you'd cry for me. I'm sorry Rukkha, I did not mean to burden you like this."

Your words hurt more than I expected them to. When did you think you became a shackle?

"Rukkha, do you remember when you said I shined like the stars? You- have always been my moon. Though sometimes you are hidden in shadow, the nights when you are in full view you shine the most brilliantly of all. Thank you, for running away with me."

That was the first time I sobbed. As a tree, I was not supposed to cry. As a plant, it should have been impossible to cry. So why did tears pour so desperately as you began to grow weak?

It was a long time before I gave up your body. I sustained it for millennia until It was clear your eyes would never open again.

The garden was a place I cherished.

It held memories in the vibrant flora that surrounded us.

It became the place where I buried you.

I am Rukkhadevata, a holder of unfathomable wisdom, and the one who hosts responsibility for this land.

So why can't I remember your face?

Time flowed unbearably slowly until the day the withering struck your grave. The soil and flora surrounding where you lay were sucked dry of all the colour we had given it. I tried to isolate this blight with some vain hope it would also take me. I did not perish. After all, I was the originator of the blight.

It took me a while to understand what it was. That the principles you had protected me from made you into a vessel for my suffering. Is this why you claimed to be my burden?

I could never hate you for this. Rather, I began to loathe myself, the role I had been given and what leaving my position had led to. If this was retribution for my actions, then I would be swallowed by it.

I was blinded by my sorrow. I was blinded by the human emotions I had learned from you. I suppose that is why a 'hero' was born to cut the rotting branch from the tree.

"Archon! You have fallen from your place and cast a blight on this land, I, Deshret, am here to reason with you."

"Reason with me? Ah, one who does not even know my name wishes for reason? What more do you wish to take from me?"

"I do not wish to take anything, all I ask is-"

"That I purge the blight? That I give others power so they may help prevent the withering from spreading?"

"Yes, that is what I wish."

"Hah, I refuse."

Why would I purge the world of your only memory? You weren't a hero or poet, you didn't leave behind a legacy known to Sumeru, and you were the taker of the Archon, but who would believe a human did such a thing? If blight is all the remains, then blight shall consume all else. I will not forgive anyone who purges you.

"Why do you refuse? Are not the people of this land important to you?"

"They were, but not anymore. Those who could not fix themselves asked me for cloth to cover arrow wounds."

"Your ... leaves."

"You know well despite the time since I gave such things. I suppose that is in your archives, though I doubt you recall the one thing that matters."

"I may not, but perhaps I can pass on that knowledge should we be able to stop the blight."

"It's impossible. I can not remember their face, or their name. All I recall is the warmth they gave and the rules they broke to give it."

"I ... am sorry for your loss."

"A shame, if only you had come a little sooner. Before they were buried."

Silence remained for a long time before Deshret showed me something new. It was a technology that didn't exist before we left Sumeru.

"This ... Knowledge Capsule can contain information, but it can also contain other elements if modified a little. You could contain the blight within its shell and keep it, but it may burst forth in the future."

"I ... accept this arrangement."

You became a knowledge capsule. With you inside it, the world slowly regained vitality. I often visited the capsule, indulging in the memories I left inside it, and clinging to the fragments of you that weren't rendered inconsequential.

More time passed and soon I longed to recall more of you, to know what it felt like to be beside you again. I knew it was impossible, but this desire grew and I didn't notice the cracks beginning to form on the Capsule.

"Hello, Archon. I've come to rid you of your worries. Ah, I should introduce myself properly. Greetings, my name is Il Dottore. I have a way to bring them back to you."

It goes against the laws of this world to revive the dead, on all bases a true revival of the dead was impossible.

"Oh?"

But I listened to him anyway.

"All you need is their soul, after all, their soul contains their memories, but they're locked away so that rebirth is made possible. My soul shares many bodies, that is why I know this works. I can find them for you, all I need is access to that Knowledge Capsule."

"If you're lying to me I will stop at nothing to eliminate every version of you."

I decided to trust him.

"Worry not, I know exactly what to do."

I foolishly decided to trust him.

"I can even make their face suitable for you."

"Alright. How long will this take?"

"Five years."

Five years was so short, how could I pass up this chance to see you again?

"Then if you do not return in five years, you will no longer roam so freely."

Five years passed. Il Dottore arrived, and then I met with you. Your face wasn't the same, but your voice and demeanor felt the same. However, one thing was clear. You were infested with the blight, and your footsteps brought it with you even as you seemed to be fine.

"What do you want Il Dottore? You've brought them back, so what do you want? Knowledge? Life? Secrets?"

"I already have what I wish. Just make sure you protect them this time. You wouldn't want to be at fault for their death twice in a row."

His words struck me. Had I been blaming myself this whole time? Yes, I suppose I had. I guess that's why I ignored the little differences in you.

We spent time together again. We laughed, danced, read, and so much more. I remembered what bliss I felt from my indulgences with you. I felt so happy to have you back.

But I was never allowed to be happy, was I?

I had gotten too comfortable, so the sword that skewered us both came as a surprise.

"Deshret, is this what you meant when you warned me that the blight would return? That if I protected it, you would stop at nothing to save your people?"

"... Yes. I ... take no pleasure in seeing you like this. I understand the loss of your beloved, I know the pain forgetting their visage creates. But I can not abide by your actions. I hope that this at least, is merciful for you. That maybe, with a sword designed to seal power, you will finally rest.

"Hah, hahahahaha, I see. So this is how this ends. Deshret. Without my power, this place will become a desert. If you truly have someone you want to save, then I will grant you the last wish. Take this cutting from Irminsul, and shower it with love and knowledge. Maybe that tree will grow to be a better God than me."

"Archon-"

"Rukkhadevata"

"What?"

"They named me Rukkhadevata, let their name for me be how I am recorded."

"I- understand."

--

"I wonder what it's like out there." Nahida ponders.

"Haiz, there is only so much I can learn from dreams. I wonder what the previous branch was like. I keep hearing great things about her, but nothing more." She sighed, a bit frustrated by how limited this space was. But this was home. How could she wish for more if it wasn't safe?

But was it dangerous?

Nahida heard many prayers in her cage.

Wishes for health, fame, fortune, or beauty came in droves. But one wish stuck out to her above all the others.

"Archon, I wish you would blossom independently of these people, for they have begun to take too much."

Had they been taking too much? She did not know.

After all.

Nahida was a child.

#genshin impact #character pov #genshin rukkhadevata #Nahida #genshin #rukkhadevata #sumeru #Just a little AU angst #cause why not #Anyways #i hope you guys like it

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When I close my eyes there is a void,

And there was fire. A burning cold that consumed what was supposed to be "Home".

A "cleansing" by the divine principles, some faceless god who could not face the fate they created.

It was more like a fairytale than a warning, a bedtime story meant to guide my future. A hand to plant the knife I would drive into his back.

I did not use that knife, rather the knife became his. "He" was upset by this.

"Him" was who "He" always wished I would be. If I were red instead of blue, would I have been like you?

Or would I inevitably fall into the place of the fool once more?

My future is undecided. Should fate call me the traitor, I will smile as I fall, to reaffirm your choice as a hero.

#POV kaeya secretly took poetry as a hobby #poems and poetry #original poem #genshin kaeya #Genshin poem #This is less of a fanfic #and more of a fun creative excercise #I like writing persona poems #they can be a lot of fun #implied angst?

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Thoughts on the future: Genshin's Ending

I want there to be a choice.

One: Save Teyvat.

Two: Destroy Teyvat, and create a revolution.

In the ending where you save Teyvat everyone gets together and there are multiple domains where you go through and fight for Teyvat. Some are scripted to end at a point that is uncertain, but almost everyone survives. It is the near-perfect happy ending. You're surrounded by friends and you've saved your sibling from the abyss.

"I knew it, the abyss tainted you, that's why you were acting so strangely!"

This, of course, is a false ending. In reality, nothing is answered and nothing is fixed. Everything starts again, and you've swapped places. Maybe the universe is trying to get someone to change the loop.

In the ending where you destroy Teyvat, the ground falls away. through the ground, there is a blue sky. The skies of Teyvat are still coloured red and purple, but this sky through the ground feels completely different somehow.

Fontaine in its entirety fades. Sumeru's true form is revealed, and we meet Paimon's Puppet master.

This puppet master is incredibly upset.

"No no no! You've ruined it! You've ruined my story!"

"It wasn't a very good story. I got annoyed in the first few acts. Why did you create so many characters if it was going to be spread this thin?"

"Shut up. Shut up! You- You don't know anything about storytelling. You don't know anything about this world! It wasn't just a story. It was more than that!"

It was more than a story. It was a seal. The Archons that had temporarily lost their powers were given memories that had long been sealed away. After all, the seal on the demons had worn off, and now they were free to become part of 'reality'. Though, more accurately the surface world.

Though in truth, the demons were not necessarily abhorrent people, they simply didn't match the morals held by that surface world.

This is a very loose idea of one of many potential endings I'd find interesting.

Others I'll briefly mention:

Abyss Order Corruption arc, joining the abyss order once the truth of Teyvat is uncovered.

Betrayal Ending: Just as you felt betrayed, you betrayed most of those who placed faith in you.

Rebirth Ending: The cycle is broken and everyone starts in a new timeline. Tragedies of the past still exist in a new era and rewoven into different stories. Not everyone will grow to be the same person, however, they will all grow as people. The souls of Fontaine, trapped in someone else's story will be free.

Above all these endings, I want to like Genshin more than I do. I want so badly for it to be better than it is. There are a lot of characters I like, design-wise or personality-wise, I wish Genshin was better. Plenty of other places discuss what Genshin does wrong and what it does right, so I won't go on too long about my own gripes with it.

#genshin impact #I want Genshin to be good #I want to be excited again #But for now I'll still post some content #let's hope for the best

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Snippet of One Future

"LUMINE!"

“Hahaha, Aether, no I suppose it’s Rox now, you really think that your little friends can stop fate? Do you even understand why this is happening?” Lumine asked, amused and hurt as she addressed me.

“What fate? Of course, I wouldn’t understand what was happening. You haven’t told me. All I know is that the Abyss Order is inciting the destruction of Teyvat in the guise of Saving it. What am I supposed to think? What are you trying to accomplish by destroying everything?” I asked frustrated, “Please, explain it to me, I want to understand you.” I pleaded.

“Sure, I’ll explain it, but you never were one to understand these things.” She started with an amused expression that seemed foreign on her face, “This world was fated to repeat until the day it was eventually consumed. Rather than let it repeat endlessly, I plan to start a new world. A world where no one has to die because they don’t fit some ‘greater rule’ that all must follow. I refuse to let this world repeat itself again, I am so tired of saving the world only to lose you again. Do you know how many times I’ve done this? How many times you’ve been in my place? I bet you don’t remember it, I bet you don’t remember any of it.”

“Isn’t there some other way? Why is destroying Teyvat the answer to all of this? Why can’t we just reunite and find a solution then if you remember it all so clearly?”

“Hah, hahaha, haha. I’ve tried that. I tried to get you to understand but that thing, that traitorous Primordial Child brainwashed you. They always brainwash you. Why do you think you love that useless creature? Isn’t it a little weird you can’t even remember the location you fished them out of? How learning the language was so easy despite how different it was from our world? Did you think nothing of it?”

“Paimon may be a bit dense, but she would never hurt me, we’ve become friends. Sure this language came easy, but what does that have to do with destroying Teyvat? I don’t get it. Lumine, I love you dearly, you’re my sister and I don’t want to fight you. But this doesn’t make any sense. Destroying Teyvat can’t save it. Paimon is just a child, maybe a godly child, but a child. She doesn’t have the ability to brainwash anyone.”

“See? I can’t get through to you. This is always what happens. You always take the side of that thing. Did you grow attached to those who were meant to die? Did they start to matter more than me?”

“Lumine that- how can you ask something like that? Of course, you have always been my priority I just don’t understand why to be next to you everyone else has to die.” Lumine laughs again before approaching slowly. A few tendrils of the Abyss follow and shoot toward me before Alhaitham is standing where I was and I’m flung over the edge. Lumine glares at Alhaitham and the Abyssal tendrils grab onto me, leaving me dangling as Kaveh shouts out Alhaitham’s name, before eventually lifting me back into the palace rubble.

“Now that they’re dealt with, let’s continue our conversation.”

“…” I look around for the first time since talking to her and see the dissipating shadows that used to be my friends and even some that used to be her allies, “You’re not going to stop at just them are you?” I ask quietly, not really wanting to hear her answer.

“Hah? Did you not hear me before? This world needs a complete reset. I’m going to end the loop for good this time. That includes annihilating the things that will prevent this world from being saved.”

“I love you too much to let you do this.”

“I knew you would say that. But I can’t let you stop this, not again. So I’m afraid this is where I say goodbye Aether. I will always remember you. I love you, dear brother.” The tendrils wrap tighter around my limbs before one pierces through my stomach and the abyss begins to creep through me. It’s slow, agonizingly slow. I try to scream in pain, but my voice doesn’t come out of my throat.

I watch as Lumine walks away, the tendrils of the Abyss snaking behind her as if they are her pets. The ones around me let me go and I begin to fall. I don’t know how long I fell for, and I don’t know how far the Abyssal darkness spread, but in the end, I woke up in a fantastical world. I didn’t remember anything then, I knew I felt a pang of sorrow, but I thought it was because I lost Lumine.

I think I understand what she meant now, with Paimon. Paimon was innocent in my eyes, so I thought I could trust her. She was never indebted to me, the place I fished her up from doesn’t even exist. I don’t remember everything from the looping world, I don’t remember swapping places with Lumine. I miss her. I wonder if she could forgive me for not believing in her words, for not trusting her enough to help in her plan. I don’t think I would change my mind though. I grew to love so many people, more than I thought I would. I’m grateful for them, and I want some of them to stay by my side. I’m sorry Lumine. Please forgive this brother for his selfishness.

#genshin impact #lumine #aether #angst #Here's a piece of something I wrote a while ago #I probably won't post all of it #But I figured it would be neat to post this piece #My next post will be my hopes for Genshin's end in note form

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Their Grass was not green, it was red.

TW: Blood, implied Self-Harm, mentions of Suicide, Depression, angst

It had been a while since I was happy. Genuinely happy. I didn't even realize how much your friendship meant until you were gone. Needless to say, I was surprised when I found you on campus with blood seeping into the grass. You looked much older than you were when you left, but somehow I understood it had to be you.

"Cater?" Your voice cracked as you smiled at me, "I must be dreaming. But I'm glad. I missed everyone ... though I guess I'm not in any place to see them. Hahaha, Hornton would probably scold me for my carelessness. Thank the seven you're still okay." What were they talking about? Why were they talking so calmly when their wrists were so mangled.

I bit my tongue before I could say anything and grabbed the razer from my pocket to cut off some of my uniform. Sure we were on campus, but Yuu was already becoming pale. Malleus had helped Vil before, but there was no guarantee he'd help Yuu now since they'd left for home.

They were heavy.

Maybe it was more the weight of their leaking life than their body, but my arms were shaking as I held them. Despite this, I managed to get to the nearest teacher, Crewel.

"Crewel! This is an emergency!" I sputter. My usual calm and bubbly facade crumbled as my eyes shook and my vision blurred with the water forming in my eyes.

Did I have any right to feel like this?

No, that's not quite right. My body was reacting, but why did I still feel so empty? Aren't I supposed to be more devastated when my friend is dying in my arms?

Ah, I get it.

It's because I always knew they'd never come back. Not really. I always understood that they'd forget about me like the passing faces on Magic Cam.

I guess that's why hearing them say they were glad I was alright shook me so badly. Did anyone really worry? To the point that they'd tell me they were glad even though they were the ones bleeding?

Someone is crying or, maybe sobbing is a better word for it. It sounds like they're mourning. I can't quite discern whose voice it is, I didn't really register who else was surrounding Crewel when I brought Yuu's body to him.

"Cater, they'll be alright. You stop the bleeding soon enough for our magic to do the rest."

Was it me?

Was I the one crying?

That- can't be right. It's been a long time since I've cried, and why would I sob over something so trivial. Death comes for everyone, and everyone dies alone, so why is it that I would be the one crying?

A few days, a few weeks, I'm not sure exactly how much time passed. Yuu was healed, but they hadn't woken up.

A thought occurred to me. When Yuu left, they suffered enough to lead them to a suicide attempt. The other world had made them feel like this was their only escape.

I thought their home life was happy. They seemed to love and be loved by their family, so why did they look so relieved when it was someone from another world that found them.

"Why did you need to come back to us like this?"

"That ... right I just need to find some way to keep them here. Here they have friends." Here they can find something I lack.

Before I could act, I heard rumors about Malleus disrupting their way home. Maybe the fae prince had more of a right to be upset than me. Maybe I should lie and tell them I was the one who shattered any hope of returning home. If they hated someone for that, then it would be better if they hated me.

I'm useless to them.

I have social media influence, but what does that matter when they're surrounded by princes and leaders.

"Cater?" Yuu muttered, their voice hoarse as they spoke. They coughed and sat up weakly.

"Yuu- You're awake."

Somehow I had resigned myself to pretending I was fine again. I didn't frame the destruction of their only path home as anything more than my selfishness. I expected them to hate me, and maybe if they were the same Yuu they'd been when I got to know them, they would have.

"I see." They didn't say anything more. They didn't hug me. I didn't hug them. It was Yuu, but something felt distant. That distance was familiar. After all, it was the same distance that I created with others.

Watching Yuu was painful.

They used to be brimming with life. When they were still our age, they helped everyone out and got into all sorts of trouble because of Grim, Ace, and Deuce. Now they look so tired. There aren't any more wounds on their wrists, but they insist on wearing long sleeves of bandages to cover them.

I found myself giving them advice on how to cut discreetly since I had a feeling they felt ashamed they couldn't stop. I don't know why, but that seemed to make them sad.

I think ...

I wanted Yuu to be happy in the other world.

I wanted them never to come back, if it meant they were happy.

But seeing them like this ...

I wish they had never left.

I would have been numb, but at least my throat wouldn't have a lump in it. It's selfish. I get it, it's selfish.

But I can't be happy like they were. So I want them to go back to being full of joy. If only I could take their pain as my own, that would suffice. There would be a lot more smiles for their happiness than mine. No one has ever wanted my happiness.

I was just a doll in someone else's playhouse.

#twisted wonderland #cater diamond #tw depression #tw self h4rm #tw blo0d #angst #sorry for the angst

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Gepard Yandere Headcanons

Gepard Landau as I understand him is a noble character. He isn't reckless and he holds rules as a baseline with room for sensible variation.

So what if this man was a Yandere?

There are a couple of ways I can see this going. Note that there are going to be elements of over-lap and that I see him having elements of an over-protective Yandere regardless of what other subcategories he falls under.

Brief Disclaimer: These notes are somewhat romanticized, a number of the behaviors listed are not healthy. This is simply for fun and fiction. I do not encourage seeking such in reality.

Soft!Yan!Gepard:

He would listen to your problems and give you meaningful advice or questions. However, if something came up regarding a transgression against you, you may notice the offender showing up around you less often.

Gepard cares deeply about his family and as such he would naturally take up the elder brother role in yours if need be. This could mean he is a filial Soft!Yan who is the overprotective older brother for you. This could also mean that once he sees you as his darling in a romantic sense your family is already his and he will protect them. (With the exception of a bad family, but I digress.)

As a romantic Soft!Yan, he would get flustered easily. His face would be mostly neutral with a slight shift in his brows and a quirk in the corners of his lips. A light red would dust his cheeks and he'd have some difficulty keeping his gaze focused.

In filial or romantic regards he would cuddle you often in private. He'd apologize for not being able to spend more time with you because of his duties.

If you were put in danger he would take one of two paths. He would either teach you to defend yourself or take measures to protect you into his own hands. The latter would most likely look like being surrounded by trustworthy family (Serval and or Lynx) when he can not be beside you. This may be a point where he offers to stand guard for you if it will make you feel safer.

Gepard's expressions aren't negligible normally, but they're certainly more pronounced when they're connected to how he feels about you.

This is the version that seems the most like Gepard normally, so it may go completely unnoticed.

Obsessive/Isolating Yan!Gepard:

When Gepard falls in love, he falls hard. It may have started slow, but once his darling doesn't leave his thoughts they're all he can think about.

He starts noticing that he's annoyed when you smile more with others than him. If this skews more filial he'll jump in immediately and be overprotective. If this skews more romantic, he'll quietly seeth and jump in as a brotherly figure until he acknowledges that it is romantic. After that acknowledgment, he'll start giving you more affection.

At first, his behavior seems cute. Smiling more widely at little gestures, treasuring gifts or moments together. But as time passes, he wants more. Just a little gift or just a little moment is enough for him to subsist on, but not sustain him.

This Gepard is clingy. He'll hold your hand for longer periods of time and hug you from behind while whispering for you to stay beside him.

He knows his strength, he knows he can protect you. So if he fails, then he's left with a choice. Does he ensure your safety for good, or does he chance a similar danger finding you? The choice is obvious, so he opts to confine you to a room. He's there whenever he's not working, but it's still a lonely situation.

If you let him he'll gladly sleep beside you. At night he takes a moment to study your features, he may kiss the tips of hair, or press his lips to your forehead affectionately.

If you try to escape when you're isolated he will bind you to the room or transfer you to a cage. He wants you to trust him unconditionally, but his desire to protect you outweighs his desire to be unconditionally adored. At least in his cage you are with him.

Essentially to avoid the worst end with this one, you'd have to avoid danger completely or manage to hide you were in danger. Though considering his station, it would be difficult to hide being in danger from him.

Submissive Yan!Gepard

Major golden retriever energy. He would do anything for you if you asked him. He'd let you use him as a staircase or get rid of your problems.

Whenever he's with you he's happy. He smiles and waits for your praise when he's done something for you. Of course, this is a side only you see. Others are only familiar with the collected and reasonable Gepard who makes decisions at critical moments.

When he cuddles you he nuzzles into you and thanks you for holding him so gently. He'd let you do anything to him if it made you happy. Naturally, he'd be flustered by anything intimate.

#tw yandere #honkai star rail #gepard landau #hsr gepard #headcanon #I'm sure others have said similar things #but I thought It would be neat to share. #I hope you find them interesting

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Wriothesley is a sad, wet cat man.

This is exactly the type of thing to share here. So, Wriothesley is a sad, wet cat man. (Note: I imagine any Genshin with my OC's is an alternate Genshin universe)

NOTE:

Profanity

Some slightly suggestive mentions

OC x Character rundown

Feel free to take concepts from this to apply to your own ships though, I think sad cat man Wriothesley is hilarious.

Let me elaborate.

First, recently I've developed an OC who is a part of the Fontaine underground as an information dealer. They lost their arms at some point and they were replaced with mechanical ones so now they wield a claymore more as a lever for their kicks than as an actual claymore. This is only relevant here because it ties into something specific about sad wet cat man Wriothesley.

Let's start at the beginning. Wriothesley (Rizzy) and Atherley (Erley) start out as work buddies. More specifically, Erley is an informant for Rizzy to help maintain the fortress of solitude and prepare for any bad news before it has a chance to happen. They have a fairly standard relationship at first, but given their jobs require trust, they become friendlier.

During this time Erley realizes Rizzy is one of the people they knew from their time in a cell. More importantly, Rizzy helped them and held a similar moral code.

This closeness between the two looks a little something like this:

"Did you trip and fall on the way here? You look like a mess." Wriothesley jests, stifling laughter before a swish of flame swallows Atherley for an instant. Their hair poofs up from the vaporization.

"Shut up, you're not looking much better yourself." Atherley retorts, motioning at the chunks of ice clinging to Wriothesley.

"You could help me out."

"No, you get out of that yourself." Atherley waits a few moments before helping to melt and vaporize the water.

Or like this:

Wriothesley pushes a pillow onto Atherley's face.

"Shut up and sleep. I know you, you haven't slept since you got the assignment, have you?" He remarks, reading through the information document until Atherley sighs and agrees to sleep for a bit.

Or like this:

Atherley kicks Wriothesley in the face.

"Hi." Atherley says with a polite smile.

"Hello to you too." Wriothesley groans, rubbing his now reddened nose.

"Dumbass, did you really think that was going to work? You realize I'm a Pyro vision wielder, I can help."

"And? You have other jobs, I'm not so crass as to assign you mine."

"Asking for help isn't the same thing as assigning work." Atherley scoffs, grabbing Wriothesley by the collar and pulling him down to face them, "Listen, you're a good guy, but doing everything by yourself is a bad habit. I know how hard it is to trust people, so I'm asking for a lot here. Trust me."

"Alright, alright. I'll be more communicative if that's what you want."

After a while of this Furina and Neuvillette communicate their wishes for Wriothesley and Atherley to attend a masquerade ball. This is when the dynamic changes.

Atherley, clothed in cool shades of blue and purple with gold accents ornately adorning their gloves, hair, and clothes extends their hand to Wriothesley as a gust of wind billows their cloak. Their cloak flutters, showcasing the lovely shimmer delicately applied to the butterfly wing shape they create. A soft smile adorns their lips, and their crimson gaze lands on Wriothesley's face. Atherley's silver hair seems to sparkle in the moonlight and their wolf ears stand elegantly in the context of their garb.

"Fuck-" Wriothesley mutters, covering his mouth quickly with the back of his hand. His heart thrums a new tune, one dedicated to the shimmer before him. 'It's just because of the light.' He assures himself, swallowing harshly before tuning back into reality with Atherley's words.

"Are you going to stand there forever? Or are you going to take my hand?" They laugh, not seeming to notice the torrent of crimson rushing to Wriothesley's face.

"Oh right, of course," Wriothesley says, hoping he didn't stutter has his hand is placed in theirs. 'Have I ever noticed how small their hands were before?' He wondered, almost wishing the cold metal beneath their gloves was flesh still so he could feel the warmth. 'What a strange thought.'

After this, Wriothesley progressively became more of a mess. This is where the leg thing becomes a little more relevant. As their usual back and forth continues, his responses falter when he realizes he's developed a taste for being kicked if it's Atherley. But also, that he's really enamored with their thighs, more than he wants to admit.

This is also where he starts becoming a sad wet cat of a man. Rather than immediately accepting that he likes Atherley, he instead starts having delusions about them. Be it laying between their thighs, catching them in his arms, the watermelon squeeze between their thighs where he 'helps clean up', or seeing them flustered, he imagines them all. As this continues, he starts thinking about them more frequently to the point that he ends up staring at a bust Furina conveniently had of them. (Furina has a bust of all of the people she values. This means Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Atherley, a few others, and eventually the Traveller too.)

Eventually, the impulsive thoughts win and he kisses Atherley's bust. Unfortunately, Furina catches him and teases him about it.

"I-I was just- I just really like kissing statues," Wriothesley states in his fluster, cursing the miserable excuse that came from his lips.

"Oh? Really? Do you would kiss the Neuvillette bust too?" Furina teases.

"Yes- I would do that."

"Well, it's right here, prove it." Furina motions to Neuvillette's bust and Wriothesley swallows before gingerly kissing that one as well.

(Yes, this is because I saw that one Neuvillette x Wriothesley FanArt-)

Later, a play is curated about the incident. This play, of course, didn't show the real names. So Wriothesley is Razzmatazz the sad hydro cat with white hair and red eyes while Atherley is Appoley, the human Electro user with black hair and sky blue eyes.

Furina and Neuvillette end up teaming up to set Wriothesley and Atherley on dates because It's so rare they see Wriothesley this flustered about someone.

Eventually, after all of the shenanigans, Wriothesley finds himself staring into a cup of tea.

"This has never happened before. No matter what I do I just- can't stop thinking about them. Shit- I'm really in love aren't I?" Wriothesley starts, looking in the tea and scoffing at his reflection.

"Hah, you can even see it on my face. What do I do? Would it be safe to ask if they liked me too? Or would that end with our relationship changing for the worse?" Wriothesley looks up from his cup and stares into the distance before closing his eyes.

"It's a lose-lose situation, isn't it? Everything is going to change, for better, or for worse. I guess it's time I make a decision."

After some deliberation, he knows what he's got to do. He finds Atherley and clears his throat, glancing aside before looking at them with a conviction that makes it seem as though his eyes are burning.

"Atherley. I've had a realization about you and me. So I need you to understand that this is serious. Erley, you make me feel alive. Your smile, your laugh, even the way you kick me. Everything about you makes me feel warm again. It's unexpected, that's certain to me. But I've fallen in love with you. I don't expect you to love me in turn, but I beg you to stay by my side." Wriothesley lifts Atherley's hand and kisses their fingertips. "I can't afford to lose you."

"What? You're right- this is unexpected. Where did this come from I- Hm, well actually, a couple of things are starting to make more sense now. Oh." Atherley looks surprised. As they finish their train of thought a realization dawns on them. They recall all of the times they saw Wriothesley flustered and start connecting the dots.

"Oh."

Wriothesley swallows nervously as Atherley looks back up at him. Their surprised expression turning smug.

"Hey Wriothesley, You know," They start, reaching out and placing a hand under Wriothesley's chin. "You should beg more often. I've taken quite a liking to this cute side of you."

Wriothesley's face flushes and his eyes widen in surprise.

"Why so surprised? Did you expect me to become a flustered mess like you?" Atherley adds, lowering their voice slightly as a satisfied smile paints their lips.

"You want me to beg more? W-What does that mean? Do you like me then? Or- do you just want me to beg for your thig- affections? Atherley-" Wriothesley stutters, the red tint quickly covering more of his face as his calm facade falters completely. His breath hitches as he catches Atherley's amused gaze and his mind races back to all of the wonderful delusions that had been calling to him.

Anyways, this is the current saga of the sad wet cat man Wriothesley. Essentially my friends and I agreed he's an absolute mess when he's in love and he's a thigh guy.

Oh- And Atherley is between 5'3" and 5'5" while I imagine Wriothesley is about 6'2".

#genshin impact #wriothesley #wriothesley genshin #wriothesley x oc #oc #wet cat man wriothesley #we love making tall strong men into cute quivering meow meows #wriothesley as an absolute mess

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Mist Flower Water

This is written from the perspective of Kaeya after he died.

NOTES AND TW:

Angst

Character Death

Brief mentions of suicidal ideation

Self-mutilation/injury

When I was younger, Master Crepus would take me out to collect mist flowers. Slimes regularly guarded them, so we had to kill them before taking the flowers. I got very good at killing slimes and harvesting flowers, so I decided to try and do more. The mist flowers found near stronger elemental creatures or leylines tend to be more potent. At least, that is what the books Master Crepus had stated.

My decision to do more was largely reliant on Diluc’s sickness. While usually, that wouldn’t be a problem, something was different about his sickness. He was burning so hot that the mist flower ice packs we made would dry up within an hour. While Master Crepus was away, I had to search the library room to find something that might help. I asked Adelaide to watch over Diluc while I was looking for information.

Regretfully, after finding said information, I neglected to tell Adelaide I was going out to fight a whooper flower for more potent mist flowers. I remember the location of the whooper flower I fought at that time was near a cliff covered in cecilias.

When faced with Slimes, there are three tactics you usually use. The first is the torch method. You take a lit torch and jab it into the Slime. The ones we fight are usually either cryo, hydro, or anemo. The others weren’t commonly near cold mist flowers. The second is the battle method. You fight the slime head-on and cut through it until its regeneration no longer keeps up. The third method is the stealth method. You sneak up behind the slime and grab the mist flower without it seeing you. These are all ways for young or visionless people to safely gather mist flowers.

I failed to acknowledge that whooper flowers are different from slimes. Thus, I used the same tactics designed to face slimes to face the whooper flower. It worked out fine for the first few mist flowers. That changed when one noticed me. I knew something had gone wrong when I heard the whopper flower plunge into the ground.

Initially, I tried to run away, but the whooper flower was too swift for a ten-year-old boy to outrun. I suppose it was fortunate I had been required to learn to fight before I was left in Mondstadt. Otherwise, with what little I had started to learn from Crepus, I don’t think I would have survived.

Whopper flowers are agile. They move quickly and appear behind you in an instant. When they ready an attack, there’s a moment of pause when you can strike. If you time it right, you can stun the whopper flower momentarily. During that, you must strike at its stem, where the neck connects the body to the head.

I didn’t know any of that upon starting that confrontation. I’m not entirely sure how long it took to memorize the attack pattern, but when I did, it took tens of slashes to cut through the neck. It was exhausting. I remember my hands ached from how hard I was holding my sword. I fell to the ground and took a bit to recuperate before collecting the remaining mist flowers. I headed back at that point. My legs hurt.

When I returned to the mansion, Crepus was heading out the door. At first, I thought he was going back to work. I realized he intended to find me when he wrapped his arms around me. My blood father never did that. I think that’s one of the first times I realized that I wasn’t disposable to him. The first time I realized he thought of me as a son.

But it wasn’t the first time I felt guilty for who I was. My blood father is a cruel man. When I was able to walk, I began to learn the sword. When I was seven, he replaced my right eye with a camera. After Crepus held me, I decided to disobey my orders. After two years of being treated well, I knew I couldn’t keep letting my blood father watch them through my eyes. I made an eyepatch to cover my right eye. It was rather crude. You’d laugh if you saw it.

When preparing the mist flower ice packs, we’d always collect the mist flower water in jars for later use. The water was not as potent as the mist flowers, but it was a good source of cold elemental energy regardless. The mist flowers I gathered from around the Whooper Flower lasted longer than those near slimes. I was pretty proud of myself then. Though, that was also the reason that Crepus figured out where I had gone that day.

He scolded me for a long time after that. But Crepus let me train with Diluc after that. It was worth it.

I knew that an eyepatch wouldn’t be enough to stop them somehow. That maybe my eye wasn’t just a camera. So I tore it out. I don’t think Diluc ever learned about this. I don’t believe Crepus told him. I just remember Crepus looking at me with shock and distress. I was glad to have destroyed the eye, but Crepus was so worried.

Is it strange to feel that it was nice? To be worried about like that. It was strange but nice. He wasn’t home often, but he was a better father than my blood father. I understood that Crepus meant to help people. He truly meant to protect them the best he could. My blood father claimed to defend his people. To bring us back to where we belonged in the hierarchy of the world, but I don’t think he meant to help anyone but himself.

Unsurprisingly, after removing my eye I got sick. Crepus visited me when he could. Diluc and Adelaide took turns taking care of me.

Despite having a cold, I felt so warm.

I miss that.

I did learn that Diluc heard about my endeavors in retrieving mist flowers for him. That was also when he told me he had been so sick because of how he obtained his vision. I don’t remember the specifics. I do know he was excited to learn how to use his vision. He said that he could become just as valiant as Crepus.

However much I respected Crepus, Diluc must have valued him three times more. Even though I knew I would never be able to feel that same connection, I was happy for what I had gained, however temporary.

When you have something you love dearly, you always have this fear that it will be taken away. Especially when it’s something you don’t believe you’ve earned. In hindsight, I probably knew that it couldn’t last very long. But I don’t think I could have predicted how things progressed.

One day Crepus brought me a glass eye in a small box.

“You don’t have to wear it, but I thought that it would be nice to have on hand. The alchemist said it was designed to help numb any phantom pain you might feel.” Crepus began, “I … don’t understand what you did that day. Or why, but I hope whatever it is stops ailing you. I hope you understand. I view you as one of my own.” He added, his voice wavering more than it usually did. It must have been hard to say.

“Thank you,” I replied, opening the box and placing the glass eye into my empty eyesocket, “I think I’m going to keep wearing the eyepatch with it, but thank you still,” I added. I wanted to say more, to placate his concern. I knew I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t risk losing my home. My real home.

After a few days, I bumped into the Alchemist near the cliff with Cecilias. He was smaller than I expected him to be. I had imagined that he would be taller.

“Ah, you’re the one who lost their eye. Forgive me if that was a bit rude, I simply wanted to ask how you’ve been feeling wearing your new eye?” The blonde alchemist asked.

“Did the eye patch give it away? Or does the eye have special properties other than quelling phantom pain?” I asked curiously.

“It’s the latter. The glass eye was made with elemental energy, which in addition to numbing phantom pain helps with cognitive clarity. It’s based on some unfinished research, so I wanted to collect data. I was going to ask Crepus, however, since you’re here, it would be better to ask you directly,” he explains calmly, “Oh right, I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Albedo.”

“Oh yes, I’m Kaeya. I don’t mind answering any questions about the glass eye, though we probably shouldn’t stay around here for too long. We don’t want to be interrupted by an undesired guest.” I reply. Albedo nods in understanding and we head over to a statue of the seven beneath a large tree.

Along the way, we slew a few slimes. The trip was otherwise uneventful.

“I see that you have some experience with the sword.”

“It’s a necessary skill in Dragonspine, the density of monsters is higher.”

We converse for a while. I answer many simple questions. I’m not sure how my answers helped, though it was a pleasant conversation. I looked at the sky and saw that it was starting to get late, that is when the conversation ended.

Everything was peaceful for the next few years. That didn’t last. After my initial meeting with Albedo, we ran into each other often. We became fast friends and often helped each other gather materials. One night after gathering fruits and mist flowers, I was heading home. The mansion was dark. Unusually dark.

Do you ever get that feeling? That sinking feeling? Where something feels off, and you know something is about to happen? When I saw the lights weren’t on yet, I knew, something was wrong. I ran to the mansion swiftly and dropped what I was carrying on the ground outside.

I stopped in front of the door, my hand on the doorknob, stopped by the smell of blood. That pungent aroma hit me through the door. When I opened it, Crepus was trembling on the floor, surrounded by blood and struggling to breathe. This man who was so skilled was helpless. I didn’t know how to react at first. So I ran over and tried to stop his bleeding. He was already turning pale.

“Kea … ya.” Crepus forced out my name and tried to move his arm. It moved slightly before falling limply to the ground.

“Master Crepus, what happened? No, no, that’s not important right now. I have to stop the bleeding. Right! The mist flower water- I can use it to help stop the bleeding.” I reasoned, starting to stand back up.

“… Kea … ya. Please, … tell Diluc, … tell him it’s not his fault.” Crepus groans before coughing and trying to say more, “Kaeya … I … I wanted to tell you … for as long as I can recall … that …” Crepus continues painfully, his voice airy and dry.

“You don’t have to say anything … Dad you’re going to make it. I- just need to fix this.” I ran and got the mist flower water. My hands were covered in blood, so it made it hard to open the jars. I managed to get one open and I tried desperately to stop the bleeding.

“How unfortunate. I didn’t think you’d have grown so attached boy. I suppose that’s why your updates have been sub-par. Well, at least I got to see something fun. Oh, your dear old Dad has a note for you. You might want to read it.” A cruel, cold, blue man stated with a small laugh. The letter fell in front of me into Crepus’s blood before I could turn around to see the blue man. He left as quickly as he had shown himself.

There was no ‘Dear Kaeya’, no ‘My Beloved Son,’ or ‘Goodbye.’ All that letter contained were the words “You are no longer my son. Earn your place by my side or never return. You have betrayed us all.”

Crepus stopped breathing. I don’t know when it happened. I know now that I never could have saved him. When someone is that close to death, you can’t save them. At least, not without a healer. At that time, I couldn’t use any healing magic.

I heard the door open. I felt Diluc push me away from Crepus. I heard him cry out in despair before seeing the torn-up pieces of a strange letter and the blood on my hands. Everything went up in flames in an instant. Diluc charged at me, screaming at me.

“How could you do this? Father raised you, he took you in, and you repaid us with this?” the flames licked at my feet, and his Claymore clanged heavily against my sword. My arms were shaking, and I tried to open my mouth. To say anything at all. But I knew I had betrayed him. Even if I had not directly killed Crepus, I wasn’t able to save him, and up until that point, I had been a tool for my cruel blood father.

“Diluc I-” I managed to start. He pushed me to the ground, and I was surrounded by his fire. Diluc tore off my eye patch and laughed.

“You- haha- all this time. Is that why you started hiding your eye? Why Father had started acting strangely around you?” He asked, his voice cracking and his expression twisting further into despair. I had hurt him.

“This thing, you killed him. You’re why he died.” Diluc slipped his fingers into my eye socket and yanked out the glass eye, throwing it to the ground and crushing it before raising his claymore above his head.

“Stop!” I screamed, a burst of ice cascading forth from around me, creating a shield that knocked him back. A vision fell before me, and I grabbed it, knowing I would have to use it here. At first, I wanted to explain. I wished to tell him everything. But he was angry. He was devastated, and I hated myself for being unable to protect him. So I decided to feed into what he believed.

“You’re right, of course. I’m a traitor.” I started, standing up and gripping tightly onto my sword, “I was sent here to watch you, to report back any openings and monitor Mondstadt.” I added. It was true, I was a traitor, and that was my purpose. But the ones I betrayed were my blood family.

“I hate you! I’m going to kill you! You won’t hurt anyone else!” Diluc screamed in turn. A burst of flames surrounded me and ate away at the wooden walls.

“Kill me if you want. That won’t bring Crepus back.” I wanted to die. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have said something so cruel.

“Master Diluc! Master Kaeya! What’s going on?” Adelaide intervened, followed by members of the Knights of Favovnius. Everything else is a blur. My sword fell out of my hands, and I slumped over. Someone had caught me. Someone else took Diluc out of the mansion. I don’t think I cried. Not at that moment, anyways. I was so tired. It would have been easier to disappear then, to let Diluc think he’d gotten revenge for Master Crepus.

Diluc changed after that. Though, to be fair, so did I. For the first few months, I stayed with the Knights of Favovonius. The very same few months saw Diluc leave the Knights. He must have left Mondstadt quite soon after that as well. It was years before we met again. During those few years, I became one of the Knights. Before Diluc’s return, I had become the Cavalry Captain in his stead.

I think I ruined his dream.

I never meant to replace him. I just wanted to make up for everything that I couldn’t protect. I know, of course, that I can never make up for Crepus’s death. I know I will never get the chance to apologize to Diluc. Not with the way things are now.

“Do you use Mist Flower Water for anything?” I ask Albedo, handing him a couple of jars I had gathered.

“Mist Flower Water isn’t particularly strong, but it is useful for some experiments, for example-” Albedo explains many different experiments where elemental energy was one of the variables. One such experiment involved growing plants usually found in Snezhnaya.

“That’s fascinating. In Mondstadt the main uses of Mist Flower Water are medicinal since the cryo effect helps slow down blood flow without completely freezing the patients' limbs. It would be quite inconvenient if their limbs froze off, no?” I laugh a bit.

“Ah yes, I think I’ve heard something about that. Sucrose has been developing a salve incorporating Mist Flower Water for that very reason.”

I wonder if Diluc will ever find out the truth about that night, or if he already knows that I wasn’t the one who killed Crepus. Equally, I wonder if he’d be angry if he knew I lied to him on that night.

“I meant to ask, do you have that new eye prototype? I’d be happy to be your guinea pig this time around as well.”

“Yes I do, wait here for a moment.”

Would Crepus be proud of who we’ve become? I honestly don’t know. I think he’d be sad to some extent. He was always the happiest when we were all together. I think Diluc was too. He hasn’t smiled in a while. At least, he doesn’t smile when I visit.

Should I try to talk to him about everything? I’m not sure. Maybe he already knows.

“Here we are, this connects to your nervous system, it should work like an actual eye. It will take some time to adjust, but if it works, you’ll be able to use both eyes again.” Albedo explains, placing some tools down along with a mechanical eye.

“I see. Or I will see haha. Though, I don’t need to be able to use both eyes. I’m sure it will come in handy.”

“Then let’s get started.”

Whatever our future may hold, whatever pains we feel. The good and the bad will remain as memories held in small reminders. I wonder if he ever thinks about all of this when gazing at Mist Flowers. I guess I’ll never know. I don’t think I need to know. I hope he finds happiness again. Be happy, Diluc. Live well.

I miss you.

#diluc ragnvindr #crepus ragnvindr #keaya alberich #genshin kaeya #genshin diluc #ragbros #character death #self-mutilation #injury #angst #No closure on Diluc's end #sorry for the angst

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Eula's Journal

Here's a little something I wrote after the summer event involving the bottle in Sumeru, the carnival space, and an abundance of Eidolons.

Greetings Journal,

Kaeya recommended that I begin journaling when my thoughts are too complicated to sort even through dance. Though I am not opposed to the idea, I find it difficult to imagine why one would do such a useless task. Regardless, I am doing said task to see if he is right.

When I was small I used to think that the stars made up a garden in the sky. The light of which allowed me to dance for hours on end. In that way, the stars became some of my closest allies. Often, late at night, I sought their guidance. Why I sought their help is perhaps obvious. In the house, where so many were against what I understood, I had no one else to turn to. So they were my friends in a way that no other could be. Not in a land of nobility, where all were too concerned about their reputation to consider the stars.

While they were at their parties, indulging in expensive teas and sweets while others starved in the streets just beyond the estate’s walls, I stood to the stars, taking in the exterior world beyond the shroud of glamour and beauty within the estate. The outside was both beautiful and grotesque all at once. There were so many things I began to cherish that no one else would understand, and, I knew well that in that I was alone. So, I decided to go my own way. I think that’s understandable, and, for that, I know I can never return.

At least that is what I had believed until I met someone again. Not everyone is going to be willing to change, and I know that. But, those who do change will see the world in an entirely new light, and, perhaps that is meaningful enough. I came to the conclusion; What if I spoke to them? Without the formalities of noble language. Simply spoke with them. Clearly and honestly. The way that I had not done, in so long. There are two people that I can entrust my thoughts to and indulge in comfort without worry or concern.

The stars and my closest friend, and hopefully more, Amber. Though, we have yet to discuss the details intimately. Yet, I believe therein lies a connection far deeper than friendship. I hope as my honesty grows, that relationship can become even more special. Though, admittedly, I have my own concerns. Regardless, I think, that in the end, everything will turn out alright. If I am not accepted, that is the choice of those who do not accept me, and if I interpreted something wrong, then I will learn something new.

Besides this, I always have the stars. They will always be with me no matter where I go. Where I travel. Where I dance. Even if the sun may hide them, the stars are there. I wonder, in that way, if people are like stars. Perhaps hidden in that way, but present in manners you don’t even fathom. I wonder, in that way, if Amber is a star in my life. I hope that she is. For I know, I value her as much, if not more than the stars that adorn the skies and light up my night.

Perhaps, I will never say that exactly, it will take time, but, it is something that makes me feel warm. In a way, I can not describe it with mere words. Perhaps, this journaling thing isn’t as bad as I had expected it to be. Though I do still prefer dance to writing my thoughts in this way. Though, it is not a bad thing. Further, when the time is right, perhaps Amber can read my words, and my honest thoughts rather than face the mess I am sure to become should I speak my mind on this. Though in time, I suspect that such a fluster will not find me so easily.

Reasonably, telling her directly would be more difficult regardless. Such a task would be equally anxiety-inducing to having her read those thoughts plainly. It’s both thrilling and frightening in a way I have never before experienced. Not in this way. That in itself excites me. I hope that in the end, on one starry night beneath the full moon, I may take her hand and we will dance together. In that moment, there will be an understanding so much deeper than anything I have experienced before. Perhaps it is a daydream. But it is a lovely dream even if it remains as such.

If you tell anyone, I will take vengeance. Journal. Not that you can, but I will.

Sincerely,

Eula

#genshin impact #eula lawrence #eula genshin impact #genshin impact eula #character pov

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The Bell's Chorus, and Yuu

In a world where everything was engulfed in the very things I despise, I suffered an unbearable agony. When it reached an unfathomable screeching cacophony of sound, you appeared and held me near. But you said something truly terrible.

“Rollo! I won’t tell anyone, I promise, but you can’t go through with your plan. It won’t work.” You were right of course, and you kept your promise. I admired that about you. I became enraptured by your grace and needed more of you.

It felt wrong somehow, that those villains would take you away. You poor thing, you must have been coerced by them. I will admit they bear a charisma befitting of villains, but that only makes it more concerning you seem so fond of them.

"Yuu." The name lingers, even as you're no longer present at this academy, your name lingers. Your visage dances in the flames, your laughter accompanies the Bell's chime.

You are my salvation.

A perfect being in this tainted world. You knew my plan and knew it wouldn't work. You must have a brilliant mind, be it that of a genius, or that of a prophet. If I had met you sooner, would I have been able to subdue magic with your help? In this world where you alone have no magic, aren't you burdened? You told me you'd gotten used to it, but I can't fathom you enjoy it, that unreasonable difference.

Ah, I know. I must save you as you have saved me. My light, I will guard your flame and hold you close. In my arms, you will never be subjected to the cruel and rambunctious magic that entraps you so. I will save you, that I promise.

Now that those villains know my plans, I must find aid, people who can sew the seeds of the fire lotuses when the time is right. It was ... difficult ... to obtain what I did, but I can and will do it again. This time, the scale will extend beyond this insufferable city. This time, it won't be stopped by the very bell I so admire.

The bell.

Its ringing instills pride in me even now, even though others say I have tarnished its view of me. I know well I did right, and as such I know the bell does not disown me. But somehow, even while pride takes up part of my heart, the other part keeps finding you. Was it just your magicless nature I admired? Or was it the warmth from your gaze, your gentle warning, or your pleasant voice?

I need to hear it again. The voice that called out to me, however cruel. I need to have it near. Surely you understand me. Yuu. You warned me. You gave me those cruel words, but you still wished for my safety. Yuu, my angel, I need you to come back to me.

Yuu.

#twisted wonderland #twst rollo #rollo x yuu #rollo twst #rollo flamme #I thought a short POV would be fun #Do you like it? #writing

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Envelopment of the Hydro Dragon

NOTES:

Yandere Neuvillette

Very very brief mention of the second Yandere character

Mild fluff

Memory interjections/flashbacks

"Hello my love, did you sleep well?" Neuvillette whispers gently, brushing your hair aside as he smiles down at you. A warm smile crosses your lips and you giggle. This warmth was comfortable. Safe. You felt loved and even forgot how you got here.

Truthfully, you were running from something. But the warm embrace of a water dragon filled your mind with calm. Some say that the water remembers emotions. In a sense, it may be able to mirror those emotions too. Perhaps that is why Neuvillette fell for you.

"Good morning Neuvie." You smile, leaning into his hand as his fingers play with your hair.

You hoped that serenity would last forever. So when you were put on trial in front of all of Fontaine, you felt like everything was falling apart. Neuvillette's gentle smile was replaced by a calm and cool neutral expression as he sat in the judge's seat. Your bag was taken from you to be searched and you had no defendant on your side.

--

"Love, are you alright? You seem lost in thought." Neuvillette asks, looking into your eyes with his cool pearlescent ones. His gaze is gentle, it's as if he can tell you're worrying, though he did not directly state this.

"Yes, I'm okay. I'm just thinking about something from the past that wasn't the most pleasant, but it's okay now." In truth, it was something that wasn't so easy to brush aside. In the past, you'd had many moments where you were betrayed by someone you loved. This was one of the reasons you felt like you couldn't say as much to Neuvillette. You were afraid he would see what was wrong with you and he too would push you away as if you were nothing.

"Alright, if you don't wish to discuss the matter I won't make you. Hm, ah, why don't I obtain some macarons, you do seem to like them quite a bit." Neuvillette suggests. You flush, realizing he'd caught on to your habit of snacking when something stressed you out.

"T-That-! Alright. Thank you." You smile softly.

--

"We stand here today for the trial of (Y/N) (L/N). They have been accused of vision theft and illegal information dealings." Neuvillette states coldly, turning to face the prosecutor, "You may elaborate on the event in question."

"Of course. Ahem. I was surprised to hear of such flagrant crimes in a time as dire as this, though I was presented with irrefutable proof. Three nights ago four different reports came in discussing Mx. (L/N) entering an illegal information guild. Further, one of the key witnesses, Cicely Fauxbear, heard the conversation Mx. (L/N) and the cloaked figures had.

"Cicely Fauxbear, come to the stand."

"Ah, yes. I was shocked. Mx. (L/N) had been so close to Mr. Neuvillette, so I was assured of their character. I had intended to ask for some advice, but I instead overheard them telling cloaked figures 'I've mapped out the schedules of Neuvillette, our archon, and the other officials you requested to know of' But not only that, they started talking of Fontaine as-as Oh dear, it's to shocking to say- They said that Fontaine would soon fall according to plan." Cicely sobbed, covering her face with her hands.

Your eyes widened. You hadn't met with any shady figures, nor had you given scheduling information to anyone. You weren't sure where these accusations came from, but something felt off about this.

"Ms. Fauxbear, where was the location of this incident?" Neuvillette asks.

"I-It was simply a worn down Café, it didn't seem to have many patrons, so it was hardly notable." Cicely fidgets, brushing her hair aside as she looks down apologetically.

"I see. Mx. (L/N), as you are your defendant, what do you say to this?"

"This was stated to be a few days ago, as such it could not have been me. Forgive me for being somewhat crass, but I have not left your abode for anything but the shopping trip for essentials and an excursion to get the package Wriothesley sent me to give to you. However, there is no way to confirm this since no one went with me." You admit sincerely, biting your tongue since you realize you'd been too honest and left an opening for the opposing side to use against you.

"Your honor, that is clearly an excuse! They're trying to use personal feelings to sway this accusation!"

--

"Hm? You want me to grab a package? Of course, it'll give me a chance to explore a little too! You said the package was from Rizzley?" You ask, looking at Neuvillette. He smiles and chuckles softly.

"It's pronounced rise-lee, though I suppose Rizzley is close enough. He'd be miffed by such a nickname though. Ah, it is spelled a little strangely. Here, allow me to write his name down for you." Neuvillette hands you a small slip of paper with 'Wriothesley' written neatly on it.

It takes a bit before you locate the post office, but you manage to acquire the package Neuvie was talking about without much hassle since he'd mentioned he might get someone to pick it up for him beforehand.

"Hm, the box smells kind of floral, I wonder what's inside." You ponder, looking at the box before shaking your head and heading back. It hadn't been too long since you went out, but during that time Neuvillette must have become rather busy since he wasn't home. You leave the box on the counter and decide to try and bake something for Neuvie since he always buys you Fontaine specialty sweets.

--

"I can assure you that my personal feelings will not sway my judgment in this matter. The role of the judge is something I do not take lightly Ms. Fauxbear." Neuvillette assures Cicely, "Mx. (L/N), you state you did not go to a café, but on one of the days that fell within the expected timeframe you presented me with sweets, can you elaborate on this point?"

"Yes, of course, your honor." You smile sadly, "Those were sweets I baked personally, they're not the sort of delicacies you can find in Fontaine, they're much less refined and difficult to replicate with Fontaine ingredients alone. I can present evidence of this simply by baking them again." You state confidently.

"Understood. The day you baked sweets you say you acquired a package for me, what else did you do while you were in town?"

"I walked around and took in the architecture. The buildings here in Fontaine vary from those in Mondstadt, so I was inclined to observe them." You state simply.

"Your honor. I have something to say." Someone from the audience says, standing up.

"It is against protocol to include someone without good reason. What reason do you have to interrupt court proceedings?"

"I have collected statements noting (Y/N)'s whereabouts during the past three days, most notably statements from all cafés and post offices around Fontaine listed on the first page. I would like to submit this document for review." Neuvillette furrows his brow but quickly adjusts his expression.

"Understood, but if this proves to be falsified you will be tried in this court as well," Neuvillette states, motioning for the stranger to hand over the documents mentioned before.

--

"When I look up at the stars I remember the night we met. Do you think about it too?" You ask softly, a bit drowsy.

"Hahaha, yes, it was certainly a unique encounter. One does not often fall from the sky into my arms you see. Perhaps it was foreshadowing. It was certainly a dramatic introduction to the most lovely spring I have ever had the chance to touch." Neuvillette smiles, enjoying the soft flush that coats your cheeks.

"It was like a fairytale, aside from the fact it was because of a glider malfunction I mean." You state, clearing your throat and hiding a grin behind your fist.

--

"We will begin the proceedings again tomorrow once this evidence and the baking skills touted by Mx. (L/N) have been confirmed," Neuvillette states. The gavel slams down, announcing an intermission in the court proceedings. A few guards accompany you to a kitchen and permit you to bake the dessert for Neuvillette. Once it is complete Neuvillette is gathered and he confirms that the treat tastes the same as the ones he had previously.

The document was more time-consuming to check, but by the next Morning they managed to confirm the validity of the statement. The trial continues and it is decided that you did not trade away information. A separate trial begins regarding the vision theft. A stolen vision was found in your bag.

You looked surprised. As you should, you had never had such a thing, nor did you place one haphazardly in your bag. You had no idea how something like that would have ended up in your bag. Further, it was a Fontaine vision, which gave the claim that you'd stolen it more validity. You were at a loss for words, how could you combat this? Your bag had always been at home, in Neuvillette's home, it should have been safe.

--

"Your bag is always full, do you move often?" Neuvillette asks before taking a sip of tea. His nose wrinkles a bit, Wriothesley had sent a rather unpleasant floral tea this time, but at least you seemed to like it.

"Ah, I suppose. I guess I just haven't found somewhere to stay completely. I do best when I can travel. So I don't stay in one place too often." You state. Though, that was only partially true. You did do better when you traveled, but less because of an inherent ability to do better in new environments, and more because you were always safe for the first few months in a new place.

It isn't something you discuss often, but it's difficult to explain why you're being chased by new people because they always give you this look. Some even think you're lying.

"I see, well, I hope you find your stay here pleasant. I'll have a cup of tea ready when you return." Neuvillette smiles gently. That was the one time someone had expressed their desire for you to visit again. Of course, it was the first time you'd gained a friend this quickly.

Maybe it wasn't that surprising that such a friendship quickly became more. His lips were soft, they made you forget your worries with every gentle motion. His warmth seeped into your flesh and flushed your skin.

--

"If there is nothing more to say, then it is time for your judgment. I find (Y/N) (L/N) guilty of vision theft." Neuvillette slams the gavel down and the machine whirs as it weighs your judgement. Despite knowing the truth, the machine lies and blames you. You can almost hear its laughter, but you know it chose to lie. For once in a great while, it lied and only you and two others knew this.

--

"If I never came back, would you be sad?" You ask, looking up at the ceiling as exhaustion sets in. It was drawing too close to the time 'he' usually found you. It was time to run away again.

"Yes. I would be sad. Would you not feel the same if I suddenly vanished?" Neuvillette asks, looking at you with a sorrow in his gaze that feels unfamiliar.

"Yes, I would be sad. But I guess I would expect it. That's sort of been the default, I find I'm alone more often than not." You smile sadly, leaning close to him and closing your eyes.

"I would never leave you by choice. If I could promise you safety, would you stay beside me?" Neuvie inquires, his voice thoughtful and warm.

"Hm, that would be nice. I ... like the idea of that." You smile a bit, not realizing that Neuvillette had a strange smile on his face since your eyes were closed.

"Then I promise, as long as you are my lover, you will always find safety in my arms." He kisses your forehead, holding you closely and running his fingers through your hair.

--

You open your eyes and realize you're not being taken to a prison, nor are the guards from earlier the ones beside you, they feel distinctly different. They feel familiar.

"Where are you taking me?" You ask carefully. They do not respond, they simply continue to escort you to an unfamiliar place. It takes you a moment to process why they feel familiar. It was because they felt like hydro Eidolons, they took the form of people they were not. You look a bit surprised but ultimately realize this is your chance to escape.

Hydro Eidolons had a predictable pattern when they fought, so it would be easy enough to weave past and make a run for it now that you'd been led to an isolated place near the waters. However, being in this place also meant it was possible for whoever orchestrated this to catch you, so you had to be on guard.

Weaving through the attacks of those who harbor hydro-elemental energy is much like dancing. It matches the theatrics of the court and noble life in Fontaine, so it seems fitting that this escape was like a musical. Though many of the musicals you had seen had been tragedies, hopefully, this would not also become one.

As you sway and bob, swirling through the ribbons of water splashing around you, you dive into the crashing ocean waves and dive into the water. As you were not a vision holder, you did not have the luxury of breathing underwater for long periods of time, but you had plenty of experience with swimming to escape places until you found a wave rider you could take.

As you plunge into the water your vision is covered with darkness as something wraps you up, perhaps expecting this escape. You almost gasp, but manage to hold your breath. You feel yourself getting pulled deeper into the waters and your throat aches, begging for air. You gasp and choke as water fills your mouth and lungs and darkness consumes your vision.

--

Bubbles float to the surface, caught on the seafoam of faded expectations. They showcase moments once filled with laughter.

"Wow, you have so many stories." You remember this. Neuvillette had just finished telling you about a musical he liked. Looking back at it now stings a little, did he betray you? It couldn't be. He was a judge, and he had to be impartial. But surely he knew you weren't guilty.

"You ... want to braid my hair? Well, as long as you don't mind teaching the Melusines to braid it, as I'm sure they'll ask, then you may." Neuvillette seemed so happy then. The small moments always seemed to be the times he had the gentlest smile. You wonder if you're dying and if that is why you remember these things now.

"(Y/N), I promise I'll keep you safe. You just have to trust me." That wasn't just Neuvillette's voice, that was someone else too, the man you were running away from. His crimson hair flooded your vision like the blood of the Fatui debt collector who had gotten just a little too close to you.

Something twists in your gut. You trusted Neuvillette, though, of course, you had never told him about Diluc. So why did he sound so similar when he said he'd protect you?

'Did Neuvillette rig the trial? That's impossible, he would never do something like that.' But it seemed to make sense. After all, he would have been able to plant a vision in your bag as well. He was hosting you in his home. Your heart sank. A cold but burning sensation crept through your throat and chest.

--

"Ah, you're awake. I was worried you'd not wake up my love." Neuvillette says softly, kissing your forehead gently.

"N-Neuvie?" You stutter, your voice is a bit hoarse. You look around, letting your eyes adjust to the dim light.

"Yes love, you must have been so scared, but I'm here now. He won't find you here." A smile is evident in Neuvillette's voice, with one hand his fingers lace through yours. He holds you gently with his other hand.

"... He?" You hadn't specified it was a man looking for you had you? No, had you even said someone was following you? When did he find out you were being chased? Why didn't he say anything?

"That stoic Mondstadt noble, you have expensive tastes." Neuvillette laughs a bit, "Though I'm delighted that those standards include me." He kisses your knuckles.

"Y-You're being a little more affectionate than usual." You stutter, cursing the nervousness in your tone.

"But of course, I have to take extra care of you since you've had such an awful moment, no? It was hard for me to judge you guilty, my love.

But it had to be done."

...

#genshin impact #genshin neuvillette #neuvillette #neuvilette genshin #neuvilette x reader #reader insert #x reader #gn reader #Hm #I might write more yandere content it's surprisingly fun #tw yandere #yandere

[writing-with-gremworm]

Books and Butterflies part 2

The second part written for Kaveh and Alhaitham. Notes: - Comforting Alhaitham - Silly but carrying Kaveh

“Ah, Alhaitham. It’s been a while since you joined us.” Cyno says, gesturing to Alhaitham to take a seat.

“We were just talking about you. Have you been well?” Tighnari asks warmly.

“I’ve been busy,” Alhaitham replies simply.

“Ah right, you’re the acting Grand Master.” Cyno acknowledges.

“The acting Grand Master? This is the first time I’ve heard of this. Wait, if you’re the acting grand master, what about the funding for my project?” Kaveh asks a bit baffled.

“You need to rewrite your proposal,” Alhaitham states simply.

“Eugh, really? What did I miss?” Kaveh groans.

“I’ve detailed it in the return file, you should receive it in a few days at the latest,” Alhaitham replies.

“Oh joy, I get to see what corrections you want me to make,” Kaveh grumbles.

“I’m sure you’ll have a grand time mastering the proposal,” Cyno says with a small self-congratulatory laugh.

“Cyno, that was so bad,” Tighnari grumbles.

“Anyway. You said you were talking about me?” Alhaitham asks.

“Only good things I assure you,” Kaveh assures him.

“Yes, only good things. How are things at the Akedemiya now?” Tighnari asks. They converse about the Akedemiya and how there was a plan for restructuring the Academic hierarchy to add a system of checks and balances to reduce the likelihood of something similar to the Sages scheme happening again.

After the politics of the Akedemiya were discussed, they switched to a few rounds of a card game.

“And with that, Diluc deals 32 damage to your Mona and I win,” Cyno states proudly.

“How did you get to 32 damage?” Kaveh asks, stunned. Cyno explains in great detail the order of cards and how over a series of turns he set up the perfect final move to finish off Kaveh’s Mona card.

“I- didn’t catch any of that. But you certainly know these cards.” Kaveh admits with a sigh of defeat.

“That was a close game, well fought,” Tighnari says, shaking Alhaitham’s hand and clearing the table they were playing at.

“Well that was fun, but it’s getting late. Should we do this again soon?” Kaveh asks.

“Yes, that sounds like a wonderful proposition. I’ll contact you when I’m in Sumeru city again.” Tighnari replies. Cyno and Alhaitham nod in agreement as well before the group splits up. Cyno and Tighnari head out first.

“Are you alright?” Kaveh asks, sitting across from Alhaitham.

“I’m just tired,” Alhaitham states simply.

“You’re always tired. This is different. So, something must have happened.” Kaveh states, leaning on his hand and observing Alhaitham with concern.

“Let’s head back first,” Alhaitham suggests, standing up and pushing in his chair.

“Okay, but talk to me when we get back,” Kaveh says with a small sigh.

They walk back home in silence. Alhaitham opened the door with his key and walked into the living room after placing his keys on the key holder.

“You’re not flaunting my keys today. Something must be really wrong.” Kaveh mumbles. Alhaitham walks to his room and sits on the bed. Kaveh follows him and leans on the doorframe.

“You don’t want to talk about it right?” He asks, his voice softer than before.

“No,” Alhaitham states.

“Alright, then. Do you want me to stay with you?”

“… Later. For the moment, I need some time to myself.” Alhaitham says quietly in response.

“I understand. I love you. I’ll be back later.” Kaveh promises, carefully closing the door and heading to his work desk, “Alright, let’s think of something.” Kaveh mumbles, looking through old sketches.

“A-ha!” Kaveh stops on a page and points to an old sketch of a butterfly.

“I can make him something nice.” Kaveh gathers some materials and starts crafting paper butterflies and a paper flower. He makes a bouquet of butterflies with a single flower in the center. After looking at the time he decides to make Alhaitham something to eat too.

“It has to be something light, so I’ll make a simple soup.�� Kaveh rationalizes, making some soup to offer Alhaitham. He finds a tray and sets a bowl of soup, some bread, and a glass of water on it. He knocks on Alhaithams door.

“Alhaitham? Are you still awake?” He asks. Alhaitham opens the door and looks a little surprised to see that Kaveh was carrying a tray of food with him.

“I see that you made dinner. Thank you.” Alhaitham replies, the tiredness drenching his voice. Kaveh smiles a bit and hands him the tray.

“One moment! I have something else too!” He says before running off to grab the bouquet. Alhaitham sets the tray of food down on his desk in the meantime.

“Oh! Close your eyes for a moment!” Kaveh shouts from across the house. Alhaitham chuckles slightly and complies, “Are your eyes closed?!” Kaveh asks before peeking into the room and sighing in relief. He walks in front of Alhaitham and holds out the bouquet.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.” He says with a smile. Alhaitham opens his eyes and smiles softly.

“You have quite the memory for these things.” Alhaitham mutters, “This is the first flower I gave you. Isn’t it?”

“Of course, I remember it well since you gave it to me. My heart was fluttering like these butterflies and I didn’t know what to do with myself.” Kaveh states proudly. Alhaitham laughs.

“I appreciate it,” Alhaitham states, holding the bouquet and admiring the craftsmanship, “Would you stay with me tonight?” He asks.

“Of course, I will,” Kaveh says, sitting on the bed with Alhaitham. Alhaitham eats quietly before laying his head on Kaveh’s lap. Kaveh runs his fingers through Alhaitham's hair and he falls asleep.

“You always tell me I can talk to you, but you keep things to yourself so often. At least I can do this much for you.” Kaveh mutters, closing his eyes and thinking back to when they exchanged flowers when attending the Akedemiya.

#genshin impact #kavehtham #kaveh x alhaitham #alhaitham x kaveh #soft boys #i love them #As you may have guessed #the other one is the books #this one is the butterflies #Hehehe #Well anyways #love them #They deserve more fluff #fluff

[writing-with-gremworm]

The Winter Duke

Notes:

Mentions of/implied abuse

Unhealthy relationship dynamic

Obsessive behavior

Yandere!Wriothesley

A little slow to start

The Duke of the North is a terrifying and cold figure. He is said to have slaughtered thousands and abandoned many to the monsters plaguing the snows. So it came as a surprise to you when he seemed like an ordinary guy during your first conversation.

"You must be (Y/N). I'm sorry you had to come here on such short notice, but I can assure you that this arranged marriage will not be permanent." The cold Duke states, motioning for me to sit down, "In the meantime, we have much to discuss. I don't expect your help for free."

"Ah, yes, that is only fair." Your voice quivers slightly. You were surprised he offered you such a deal. Generally speaking, you were seen as useless given what your power was. You had an affinity for minor mimicry. This meant you could make ice cubes after someone made a glacier, or a glass of water after someone made it rain. The power itself was weak, so it was dismissed. Especially since you came from a long line of saints. The (L/N) family were known as some of the greatest healers. Though how that healing was developed was a family secret and one that made you want to throw up when you thought about it. Your skin itches a bit at the thought.

"First, allow me to make a proper introduction. My name is Wriothesley, the Duke of North Fontaine."

"You've already gathered my name ... um, Rizzley."

"Wriothesley."

"Rizzley, what exactly do you expect of me? I know you seek the (L/N) name because of its ties to previous saints, do you seek a healer? If so, I can not help you." You state simply, looking at Wriothesley with a shakey gaze. Your heart was racing, he was said to be the coldest man in the empire, how could you not shiver?

"No, I already know you're the black sheep of your family. What I seek is your ability to move freely. I am confined to this place, as such, I need eyes. One who is as, and forgive me for this, generic as you will go unnoticed." You wince a bit and sigh. You were glad he wasn't going to kiss up to you because of your title, but it still stung to be told so blatantly you were boring.

"No, that's a fair assessment." You smile, Wriothesley's lips flatten more, but you don't notice, "But why can't you just leave? I know the social world has cast you in a ... less than positive light ... but you're not trapped here are you?"

"We'll discuss that when it becomes relevant. For now, just know I can not leave the North."

"... Cryptic. But okay. So, what will you offer me?" You swallow, looking at him with feigned courage. Your heart beat so quickly it felt like a hammer was bashing against the burdensome ribcage acting as a wall.

"If you help me, I will help you. This means you can ask for anything. A villa, money, even fame." Was he serious? You couldn't sense any change in tone, and he didn't put on a fake smile like your father did when he wanted something. Maybe you wanted to believe him. Maybe you should.

"Money ... sounds reasonable." You start, taking a shallow breath before continuing, "But you'll have to compensate me appropriately. Let's write a contract detailing what you want from me and what you think it's worth. I'll adjust it as needed to fit my conditions."

"... Alright. I can do that. Louis, escort Mx. (L/N) to their room." Wriothesley looks to his attendant and gestures toward me.

"Of course, Your Grace." Louis states with a polite smile, "Come with me Mx. (L/N)."

-- After the door closes Wriothesley smiles a bit before quickly covering his mouth.

"They're even better in person ... Ah, I hope you stay for a very long time (Y/N)" Wriothesley mutters to himself.

In truth, Wriothesley has been watching them for a long time. Fleur, his assistant, helped curate rumors to make the (L/N) family give in to his wishes. --

Louis opens the door to your room and you're surprised by its grandeur. It's a stark contrast to the attic you'd lived in before this. In the (L/N) family you aren't permitted to live in the second-floor rooms until you've awaked holy power. As you did not awaken said power, you were forced to remain in the attic. This attic was designed to test the limits of your body to encourage the propagation of holy power. Though, no matter how much you were tested, not a speck of holy light flowed through your fingertips.

Laying on the fluffy bed you close your eyes. If your bed had been like this, would you have been less tired? You don't know, but you can feel the exhaustion setting in. The distance between the Duke's estate and your own was several weeks without a magic portal. Given the prowess of both families, you only had to spend a few days on the road. The trip was still unpleasant. As part of the (L/N) tradition, you had to ride in the most frugal of carriages and fast daily.

"I'm scared." You admit, hugging your pillow tightly as your heartbeat lulls you to sleep. The familiar racing pace creates a frame to justify rest. After all, you already knew the pattern, it was too tiresome to punish someone half asleep, they never seemed to remember properly.

--

"So this is all?" You look at the contract, surprised it is so short.

"Yes, that is all. It is simple and to the point. I'm quite certain you'll be happy with the terms." Wriothesley states simply, leaning onto his hand as he glances over you. His silver eyes seem to pierce through you. You avert your gaze and quickly read the contract.

"So you wish for me to be your face?" This was troublesome. Your face in the social world was not well known, but your name was the current gossip of high society. Would you really be okay if you became his face? Surely Wriothesley, someone of Ducal status, already knew this. So why?

"That's ... one way to phrase it. Yes, as stated there, you'll be taking my place in socials and surveying the territory while I am still bound to my place." Wriothesley's expression shifts slightly, a hint of annoyance clouding his eyes before his gaze returns to a neutral state. You flinch without realizing it, it would be too much to ask him more now. It was safer to accept this.

"This ... is too much Mora. Besides, this contract doesn't detail the marriage aspect. I thought that was part of this." This much was reasonable, it didn't make you seem weak, and you could still get more information.

"The marriage is set to last until I'm no longer stuck in this place. I will write that down if you need."

"... Alright. I didn't realize you were the forgetful type. I thought that was my role." You write down that and alter the amount of Mora you'll receive before handing the document back to Wriothesley. You swear he smiles a little when you pass it over.

"Well, now that the contract is settled, I'll have Louis fill you in on your first task."

"Right, right, you're probably busy since you still have to do all of the paperwork." You nod and look over to Louis who has the same polite smile as yesterday. Besides, this was a great excuse to leave the room.

-- "Fleur, I have a task for you. Can you do some research into the secrets of the (L/N) family? Ah, and look into Transfer Relics." Wriothesley had a feeling his reports were missing something, while he liked this malleable version of (Y/N), they seemed different from what he'd been told.

"Transfer Relics- but aren't those only effective at moving curses?"

"Exactly." Fleur knew what that meant. She thought (Y/N) was fragile, a glass bird riddled with imperfections. Maybe that is why Wriothesley had taken an interest in them.

"... Understood, Your Grace." Fleur was sure now, Wriothesley's interest in (Y/N) would act as their cage, and she had no intention of saving them. At least in a cage, the glass might not break. --

"Eh? Wait, I have to attend the Royal Assembly? I guess that's why this marriage was so rushed." You mutter. You swallow nervously and place a hand to your chin. Your eyes dart to the nearest vase so you look preoccupied with thought.

"That is correct Mx. The Duke's family was required to go this time, however, as you can see, only Wriothesley remains of the main bloodline and until you, he had no spouse."

"Ah ... because of the rumors right?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so." Louis pulls out a handkerchief and wipes his eyes, "Ah, forgive me, I'm a little emotional. It's been so long since Wriothesley had someone to call family, however temporary this is." Something about the way he said it made you feel a little bad.

But, this was temporary, and you all knew that. Though, staying here for a while doesn't seem like a bad thing. At least you get to eat multiple times a day instead of just once. Your bed was soft too, it felt much warmer than the firm attic one at the (L/N) residence.

--

Attending Empress Furina's Assembly is something you never expected to do. Your oldest sister and father attended regularly, but you were never qualified to attend. Even now, you were taking Wriothesley's place, so it felt like you didn't belong. You may have accepted it with open arms, but the doubts you had were so loud. They screamed at you, tearing at your hair and reminding you of what happens when you don't listen.

You make it to the assembly room before your mind traps you in the background. You hear your name announced, but you can't even move your lips.

You try to step out of your head, but something drags you back in. The tendrils of cold and hot wrap around your body and remind you of the torn flesh and the inability to breathe. You try to scream, but nothing comes out. You try to look around, but the only colours surrounding you are black and red. They cover your vision and the red creeps outward. You finally move your hands, only to see them covered in a deep crimson that has started to flake.

"Mx. Are you alright?" A cool voice cuts through the screaming silence.

"A-Ah ..." Your mouth opens, but only weak sounds escape it.

"My liege, I'll escort this guest to a rest chamber, please continue the tea ceremony without us." The man with silver hair tells Empress Furina calmly. The blue streaks reminded you of the water, or maybe of a dragon's horns. Your eyes widen when you realize who is escorting you away from the Royal Assembly.

"Justice Neuvillette ... You need not have left to escort me ... but I ... thank you. I am in no place to berate you for attending to my needs. That would be rude." Your throat hurts, but at least the words seem to sound normal, maybe no one would be able to tell you'd just frozen up. Unfortunately, your legs and hands were shaking noticeably, so it was clear you shouldn't be left alone. The red still faintly overlaid your fingers, it made you want to puke.

You look at your hand and notice Neuvillette holding it. Maybe he thought you wouldn't be able to follow along without guidance. It was sweet in its own right. Neuvillette, too, had a reputation that preceded him so this gentle side was new. Maybe that difference made you feel a sense of calm.

"Think nothing of it. I simply wanted to help my friend's spouse." Neuvillette dismisses it with amusement colouring his words.

"Did you two bond over scary reputations-" You start before covering your mouth with your free hand. Why did your tongue move so freely with this man?

"No, though said rumors are one thing we seem to have in common. If that were a tell, then you'd be my friend too, no?"

"Huh? But I- don't have much of a reputation, do I? As the black sheep maybe, but nothing more."

"Ah, I suppose you're not aware of the other rumors. Then pay me no mind, if such things have not tainted your ears, it is better to leave it here." Neuvillette states, clearing his throat and opening the door for you to step inside the resting area. You furrow your brow.

"But if it is about me, then shouldn't I be aware?"

"Some things are better left unknown. Though, if you wish to know, I will ask you something first. Why weren't your sister and Father with us at the assembly Today?" You look surprised. You hadn't had time to register anyone's faces, just the flood of anxiety that threatened to eat you alive.

"I ..." You start, but you realize quickly your answer wouldn't have made sense. You could have suggested they were both ill or otherwise wished to avoid you, but in public, they always pretended to adore you and they were healers who had excellent natural constitutions, "Someone prevented them from being here today."

"... In a sense, they were prevented from being able to attend," Neuvillette confirms, though his phrasing concerns you a bit.

"I ... see. What does this have to do with the rumors?" You ask pointedly.

"They imply that you're the person who ... barred the attendance of your family." Neuvillette pauses in the middle, clearly thinking about something else before deciding on this phrasing.

"But it doesn't make sense for them to avoid me ..."

"Regardless, you should take a seat and breathe. I'll return to the assembly if you do not wish for me to stay."

"I'll be fine. Thank you." You say certain that you could find your way back when you were sure you were okay.

--

"Fleur, you've done exceptionally this time. The (L/N) family was keeping this sort of thing, hm? Well, I suppose as a family of healers, it's only right they once held something so precious." Wriothesley smiles, his lips forming a tight curve as he holds a glowing sphere.

"Your Grace, this has caused rumors to spread about your spouse. Should I handle those?"

"... No, rather, we should use them to our advantage, no?" Rumors are what brought them here, so rumors would bring them closer.

"Understood."

--

"I apologize for earlier, your highness." You bow before Furina once you get a chance to speak with her.

"Hm, well I suppose you should. It's only right." Furina starts before Neuvillette clears his throat quietly, "Ahem, I graciously accept your apology! But to make up for this transgression, you must attend my next Tea Party!" Furina insists, throwing her hand out to point at me. You blink, a little surprised this is the only reprimand someone of her stature is giving you.

In the (L/N) household you had to isolate and pray for several days for your wrongs, especially with something of this caliber. Your knees start to tense up, and your calves pulse with phantom pain at the thought of it. You notice Furina's gaze and realize you haven't responded.

"Oh- yes, of course, Your Highness." You promptly reply with a polite smile. Neuvillette notices something in your demeanor that concerns him. Perhaps, he thought, Wriothesley's words were correct.

--

Wriothesley was displeased when he heard (Y/N) was invited back to the palace. He was well aware of why, (Y/N) was his spouse, so they should stay nearer to him, but it wasn't time to let them see that side of him. After all, wouldn't they run away? There were moments, little flickers of their gaze, a slight alteration in the way they breathed, a change in stance, or even something they forgot in their routine that told him they were afraid of something, but their smile remained.

He recognized that smile, it was something he had grown tired of using. The mask to deter those who would pray on sorrow. It was the mask someone deeply hurt would use. It was the reason he'd orchestrated the death of the (L/N) family.

"They need me. They need my hand." He mutters. Wriothesley closes his eyes and imagines holding their fragile body in his arms. In this fantasy, one hand was on their fragile neck, the other wrapped around their waist. He imagined how warm they would feel in his arms, how delicate their lips would look as they trembled. His breath hitched as he thought about kissing them, taking their soft lips with his own. The petal-like touch and spring warmth would surely be addicting. He knew, of course, that he was the one who needed them most. Though, he didn't understand how he'd come to adore this fragile being.

Wriothesley opened his eyes and peered at the artifact. He smiled, knowing it was almost time to put it to use.

--

The day you were to attend Furina's Tea Party approached more quickly than you imagined. You sigh as you look out the window. You wondered if it would be like last time- if you would freeze in place and be unable to speak. Your fingers trembled, so you gripped your dress clothes tightly.

The carriage rattles and thrusts you against its door. You take a moment to reorient yourself before you see the window is looking up into the sky, not the treeline. Your carriage had fallen over.

"Assassins." You mutter. You knew some hated you, but you never thought it was to the point they'd want you dead. Though, did you mind? Before this, hadn't you wished for death?

"I need someone as my eyes and ears." But you were needed now. Even so, was it a position only you could fill? Surely not.

"Found you~ Now, why don't you let your Godfather take you home, hm?" A strange and yet familiar voice coos, accompanied by sullied blue hair and a crow-like mask.

"Godfather- then- Father has died?" You ask, looking at the man, confused. You're not sure if he heard you. Your throat feels stuffy, so the volume of your words is minimal.

"Yep! You have no idea how long I've waited. So, (Y/N), will you come with me willingly? You have nothing to lose, do you?" The man, claiming to be your godfather, whispers cruelly. Your hands shook, and his grin seemed to widen. Did your fear excite him? Who was this? It hit you. This was the 'God' that Father prayed to. But he was no God, not really. His essence was too cruel to be the benevolent God Father claimed to love.

"Y-Your name." You stutter.

"Hm? Well, I suppose I can tell you that, under the pretense, I get to know something from you first. Tell me, (Y/N), what do you think I am?" Did he know what you were thinking? Could he read your face? You didn't know, but your mouth refused to move. His presence felt like a thick ooze, sinking and slipping over your skin, entangling your flesh and clothes in its putrid fluidity.

"I asked a question. Do I need to ask again?" His hand touched your chin, his skin freezing to the touch.

"A false God." You manage. Though you hadn't intended to be so honest.

"A false God? Hahaha! Good, then you don't expect me to be gentle. I am Il Dottore." The man smiled widely, his sharp, shark-like teeth catching light on the edges as shadow cascaded over his face and mask. You press your back against the carriage door instinctually, your body shaking. Why did that scare you? Why did that name sound so familiar? It wasn't the name of a God, no, it was the title of something far worse, far more mortal.

"The Wings of Revolution-"

"Oh? You know of us? Well, that makes it easier." Dottore grabs your wrist and pulls you out of the carriage, "Ah, minor mimicry, what a fascinating skill. I'm excited to learn all about it."

Just like that, it felt like your world was being consumed. How would you escape this? You were frozen in place. A stream of water replaces the spot Dottore's head used to be.

"It looks like I got here on time. I'll escort you back to the Wriothesley Estate. I'm afraid it would be too dangerous to finish the journey to the palace." Neuvillette states with a sigh, "Worry not about Furina, I will discuss this with her." You nod without thinking and look down at the headless body in front of you. Instead of viscera, you notice wood.

"It wasn't ... him ... Then what was that ominous feeling?"

"... Yes, it was Puppet Magic. The real culprit remains intact." Neuvillette confirms your suspicions in an instant. Puppet magic is well known as cruel magic. It is a manipulation of the soul and body. That magic is most commonly used like this, as an extension of the creator's will. In this case, it was a doll made to host a piece of the soul and memory of the creator. Of course, this likely means that the creator knows what happened here since those memories return once the exterior unit is destroyed.

"Then he will come back ..." You realize, your gaze blurring as a rush of nausea grasps your neck and stomach.

"I can not deny that. However, I can assure you that Wriothesley, within his Domain, will stand by you." Neuvillette tries to comfort you. He sounds so sure. You want to believe him. But is it safe? Puppet Master's manipulate the soul. His strangely soothing presence could be a result of that. You nod quietly. Did you have anywhere to go? You had no friends, your family wasn't an option, and Wriothesley was the only one with his arms open to you. Did you have a choice?

Yes. You told yourself. Of course, I have a choice. It's just a bad one. Truthfully, you only had one choice to survive. Despite your prior thoughts on the matter you weren't willing to actively choose demise, it had to take you itself.

--

"... I have a way to guarantee your safety, but it means giving up your freedom," Wriothesley tells you. His voice is softer than usual, and his eyes look tired. You falter.

"That is the only way. That is what you mean." You mutter, biting your lip. Did you have freedom? Was that a right you felt was worth the risk? You close your eyes and think. The creeping shadows and cold touch creep through your thoughts, scrapping at your mind and digging into you. You stop breathing for a moment before opening your eyes. The world is slightly blurred and you feel unsteady. You came to a decision. Wriothesley was generous compared to his rumors. You knew that the safest option was to be near him in this house. It still felt suffocating, but you knew it was the right choice.

"I'm sorry that this is the choice I can offer you. A binding to this place." What you didn't know was that Wriothesley's heart was racing. His lips had shifted into a subtle smile covered by a thoughtful cup of tea.

"I ... accept. So tell me what to do." Your voice shakes despite your wishes to sound confident. Wriothesley doesn't comment on this, instead he asks you to close your eyes and hold out your hand. There was no other option, so you did as he said. It was only when the whispers of a curse settled in that you understood what he had done. He had given you the same curse he bears. This curse was cold, like steel cuffs clinging to your wrists.

"Don't cry, I'll protect you." Were you crying? The hot tears fall down your cheeks, falling pleasantly into the hungry carpet beneath you. Wriothesley sounds happier than normal, but maybe you're mistaking his kind consolation as something more. He offered you a hug, a gesture you were not well acquainted with. Maybe that is what drew you to it, why you accept his arms so willingly around your smaller frame. His breath tickles your ear as he whispers gentle consolation. His breath feels strangely cold, but not unpleasant.

"I will make sure no one takes you away carelessly." His words were surely meant to be sweet. You knew he was trying to be kind. You just felt a strange sense of sickness twist in your stomach.

...

...

--

"I don't take kindly to false promises Wriothesley."

"I did not lie, you have done well to aid me. In return, here are the artifacts you wanted. You may do as you please with them according to our deal."

"I'm sure you'll need my help again soon. You know how to contact me."

"Of course, Doctor, I hope you weren't too bored. You even sent a puppet alone."

"Minor Mimicry. You know that 'minor' mimicry doesn't exist don't you?"

"Of course I do."

...

...

#genshin impact #yandere #tw yandere #wriothesley #wriothesley genshin #genshin wriothesley #Someone said he was boring #so I decided to make this. #Anyways- enjoy. #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #tw implied abuse #tw implied violence #tw obsessive love #tw obsessive behavior #gn reader #reader insert #x reader

[writing-with-gremworm]

Books and Butterflies Part 1

This is the first of two short blurbs I wrote for Alhaitham and Kaveh. Notes: - Fluff - Alhaitham being soft - Kaveh is anxious

“Alhaitham,” Kaveh whines tiredly. Alhaitham looks up from his book for a moment and nods. He then returns his gaze to the pages of his book.

“Alhaitham. I’m bored.” Kaveh continues, plopping down beside Alhaitham on the sofa and peering at his book. He stares at the pages for a moment before shaking his head, “So complicated. How do you read this stuff?”

“You tend to pick up on more when you read often. You should try it sometime.” Alhaitham says with a subtle smile.

“You know I don’t read theoretical science, I read rom-com and fantasy,” Kaveh mumbles, leaning over and resting his head on Alhaitham’s shoulder.

“I know,” Alhaitham replies. After a few minutes of reading Alhaitham closes his book, “Is there something you’d like to do?” He asks, looking at Kaveh. Kaveh turns his face up to look at Alhaitham.

“I just want to spend time with you. I don’t mind this.” Kaveh says softly, smiling a bit.

“You’re being quite cute today. Is there something on your mind?” Alhaitham asks, moving his hand up to brush Kaveh’s hair out of his face.

“It’s nothing important. But, I had a tough time with my most recent client.” Kaveh begins, turning his face back to a more comfortable position and closing his eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, I just want to stay like this for a little. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” Alhaitham responds simply. After a bit Alhaitham extends some vines to grab a book that Kaveh often reads. He opens the book and begins to read it out loud.

“Is that- one of my Fantasy novels?” Kaveh asks opening his eyes and looking up at Alhaitham with surprise. Alhaitham smiles and keeps reading. Kaveh smiles in turn and wraps his arms around Alhaitham, “Thank you.” He mumbles softly. They stay like this until Alhaitham pauses and asks Kaveh if he’d like something to eat.

“Oh, I guess I am a bit hungry. Yes, that sounds nice. Would you mind making dinner tonight? I don’t really feel like going out.” Kaveh asks.

“I don’t mind,” Alhaitham says simply. He ruffles Kaveh’s hair before leaving his grip and heading to the kitchen. Kaveh lays down on the sofa and places an arm over his face. Alhaitham cooks a simple warm meal and they dine together. He takes care of their dishes and promises to clean them later. Kaveh smiles warmly at the gesture.

“Thank you,” Kaveh mumbles again, hugging Alhaitham when he sits back down. Alhaitham doesn’t reply with words, he simply holds Kaveh in turn and places a soft kiss on his hair, “It’s been a while since you were this affectionate.” Kaveh comments with a small laugh.

“I know that you need this right now,” Alhaitham states as if it was the simplest thing in the world. “I thought you got annoyed when I was like this,” Kaveh admits with a tinge of sorrow.

“Only when you’re trying to be annoying,” Alhaitham comments with a small laugh.

“Oh really? You can’t tell the difference.” Kaveh scoffs.

“I can tell.”

“Oh really? How?”

“Because it’s you.” Kaveh pauses for a moment surprised by those words. He finds himself unable to think of a response for a long time.

“You may be the only one who can tell.” He admits softly, pulling out of the hug and graspings one of Alhaithams hands. He holds Alhaitham’s hand up to his face and hides his face in it.

“It’s alright if you need to cry,” Alhaitham says softly.

“How do you know I’m going to cry?” Kaveh asks, his voice quiet.

“You always hide your face when you’re about to cry,” Alhaitham explains. Kaveh laughs, peeking over the hand he’s holding.

“I just wanted tonight to be happy, and it has been. But for some reason, I still want to cry. Why is that?” Kaveh says, his voice cracking as he asks. Alhaitham frowns subtly.

“It’s okay if you’re not always happy. Kaveh, you can have a hard time. You’re not supposed to be happy all the time. No one is capable of that.” Alhaitham begins, “Kaveh, you are kind to everyone but yourself. Give yourself some time too. You don’t need to be happy to be loved. I still care deeply for you even in your sorrow.”

“You always get so wordy when you have something to say. I love that about you. Thank you.” Kaveh mumbles with a shaky smile. Tears begin to fall down his face before Alhaitham hugs him again. He rubs Kaveh’s back and starts to sing to him softly. Kaveh sobs into his shoulder. After Kaveh stops crying he sniffles and laughs a bit. “I’m always the one wetting your shoulder with tears. It’s not even something big. I was just upset that my previous client was perhaps a bit rude.” Kaveh states.

“It was important to you, that’s enough for it to be upsetting,” Alhaitham responds, wiping Kaveh’s face of the remaining tears.

“Haha, I guess. I was just. I was scared I think. Scared of what would happen to us. My client was an old man who shot down every suggestion his partner made and wanted the perfect house suited to his tastes. Of course, I wanted to help them compromise. But his partner conceded to his wishes. I snuck in some elements they liked. But naturally, the man got upset with me. It’s irrational, you’re nothing like that old man. Even so, I just- what if we turn into that?” Kaveh explains.

“I can assure you that will never happen. I won’t let that happen.” Alhaitham reassures him, “I promise you that.” He adds.

“I know.” Kaveh mumbles. He smiles at Alhaitham slightly, “You, remembered my favorite song. I thought you didn’t like it.” He comments.

“It’s not something I normally listen to, but that doesn’t mean I hate it. It’s the one you listen to the most when you’re working with a difficult client, like that man. So I learned some of the words.” Alhaitham explains.

“Haha, I think that maybe you’re the cute one today. You’re more thoughtful than others give you credit for. I love you, so much.”

“I love you too.”

#alhaitham #kaveh #genshin impact #genshin ship #kavehtham #kaveh x alhaitham #alhaitham x kaveh #They're so soft #I love them #gentle pats

[writing-with-gremworm]

A Strange Rabbit and a Lazy Lion

Notes: - Rabbit Shifter OC (Male) - Probably won't be finished

I don’t know how long this is going to last. I managed to befriend someone who has helped me so far. But for how long? Even though I am so unsure, I want more than anything to stay here. To keep being friends with Leona. So what should I do if I get caught here? My head is pounding. Did I use too much magic? Before I can think of the answer someone breaks my fall and my eyes close despite my wishes. Through the blur and darkness, only a glimmer of silver against black graced my vision. What was going to happen to me now?

– I pace around the burrow, trying to work up the courage to join the other mages and warriors at the harvesting grounds. Unfortunately, I find myself too anxious to even go through the exit. I sigh and head deeper into the burrow to access the archives of magic again. Whenever I get stressed I like to read magic theories from my ancestors. In the archives, there is a space where I can practice magic too. The walls ensure that any excess energy won’t escape and reap havoc on the rest of the burrow. My siblings say I’m the best mage, but I don’t think I am. All bunnies are capable of using some level of magic, I just happen to be good at retaining the information from the archives in addition to what little magic I have. While looking around the archives I find a book I had never seen before. It was written by the fae, so the words were a bit tricky, but somehow I knew what it said. After reading through the spell a few times I envision it as described and successfully summon the gateway that was described in the book. After a bought of excitement, I close the gateway and read through as much of the book as I can. After I calm down sufficiently I place the book back and rush to join the others in the harvest. As I exit the burrow I shift into my rabbit form so I can travel more quietly. Hopping quickly I reach the harvesting grounds. It is filled with all kinds of produce, and a strangely large amount of slime. Since I joined late I get to work eliminating as much slime as I can with directed showers of salt. Or at least I would have started doing that if I wasn’t dragged into the ground by shadowy hands upon my arrival at the harvesting grounds. The space I was pulled into was dark but soft. It isn’t wet so it’s not likely to be something's mouth, and it’s not warm so it’s probably a bed or a cushioned box. My suspicions about it being a box are confirmed when it opens and I have a chance to escape. I take a breath and realize that as a bunny, I have the best chance of sneaking out of here. My humanoid form is more cumbersome even if it has more useful hands.

Tens of floating boxes decorate the room and a mirror sits in the center. The entire room is shrouded in a sense of darkness. It feels eerily similar to some of the creatures that plague the harvest land.

I manage to spot a doorway and dart out into the halls. The halls are long and dark. The floors are lined with stones where the floor would meet the wall. Green lamps and torches create the only ambient light in the shadowy corridors. After hopping quickly through the strange place I find a courtyard. It isn’t the outside, but the trees may provide a good space to figure out where I can go.

As I approach the tree I feel the sense of dread starts to sink in. I’m in a dark shadowy place, filled with eerie mutters and I don’t know where I am. The transition was instant, so how was I somewhere completely unfamiliar? Was it a teleportation or summoning spell? Why would someone summon a plain old rabbit? I find myself paused at the base of the tree for a moment before I hear footsteps in the distance.

Before they can get too close I dart into a separate set of hallways and after what feels like an endless sprint, I find myself in a greenhouse. I can’t even remember how much of that sprint was spent inside or how I left the shadowy corridors, but something about the diverse array of plants makes me feel at home.

Against my better judgment, I lay amongst some of the plants and sob quietly. I know that I will probably be found here, but I can’t move anymore. I’m tired and scared, and I want to go back to the archives. If only I could go back to reading, writing theory, or doing research. I don’t want to be in the unknown outside world alone. I hold my breath once I hear some movement and I listen closely.

“Of course, you would be here. Did you skip classes? You know that Professor Crewel is going to be upset right?” A somewhat high-pitched mischievous voice asks playfully.

“It doesn’t matter. You’ll give me your notes anyways.” A deeper, tired voice states with a low sigh. “I mean yeah, but that’s because you pay me well.” “I don’t think that was in question. So why are you here?” “You’re the dorm leader, so we need you back at the dorm.” “Why? Is it something you need me for?” “If I take care of it will you give me a bonus?” “… Sure, whatever.”

“Thanks, Boss! You’re the best.” With that, the mischievous one scampers off as quickly as he had arrived. I take a deep breath and realize that in holding it for so long I had begun to feel a bit faint. That was quickly mended by the immediate anxiety of a lion man pushing aside the plants around me and staring directly at me.

“What is a rabbit doing here? You do realize you’re probably going to be eaten right?” The tired lion raises a brow and scoffs. I blink a few times before I can force out a word.

“Yes,” I state wondering if he’d even be able to understand me in turn. “Oh? Then why are you here?” He understood! “Kidnapped.” I manage to sputter out after a few moments of silence. “Kidnapped? Do you mean you were caught?” “Shadow hands.” I try to explain but realize that the few words I could say would not help me here.

“Shadow hands?” I nod a bit and panic when he suddenly picks me up, “You don’t have any sense for your own survival do you little herbivore?” I look around and squirm a bit before giving up when I realize that it would solve nothing since his grip is strong. His muscles were well-defined, and despite his tiredness, an aura of authority oozed from him.

“Help?” I say though it comes out as more of a question than a plea or a statement.

“Why would I help you?” I look down and think, but nothing comes to mind. I’m small and weak, there is no reason that a lion would help a rabbit. I think back to some of the books I read and decide to repeat one of my favorite passages from ‘The Tales of Dragons Lost’.

“In every being, there is an innate power. If you snuff the light from the one you do not know, how will you ever define the power they held? How will you know their impact? The dragons speak of gold and fortunes, but in their destruction of what bothers them, they forget the abilities of man. A being so small to them, yet so determined in its pathetic nature, is one that can even annihilate the Dragon Lord. So tell me, my lord, are you going to brush off the advances of the humans because they are weak?”

At some point when reciting the pleas of Countess Vigourrus I shift back into my more humanoid state to enhance the speech a little. If he is surprised that I am, in fact, not just an ordinary bunny, then surely he’ll help.

“What was that? Weren’t you shaking in your boots earlier? Also, aren’t you a kid? You shouldn’t be here on campus.” “What?” I blink a few times. He was completely unphased. “Kid, let me bring you to a teacher so they can get you home.” “Wait no. Kidnapped. Kidnapped.” I start a bit panicked, repeating the fact I was kidnapped to emphasize that I don’t know who I can trust.

“Ah, you did say that, didn’t you? Well, that’s another reason to get you home.”

“Not simple. Instantaneous. Dragged um. I was.” Ack, why can’t I use full sentences? This is so annoying, “Paper. Paper.” I repeat to no effect.

“Alright kid, let’s get you to a teacher.” As he starts to walk with me in his arms I panic and shift back into a bunny. His quick reflexes ruin my escape and he holds onto me.

“Please,” I say simply, trying to grate at him enough he’ll listen if I can’t convince him. He pauses and sighs, clearly annoyed by my insistence.

“Look, kid. The teachers here have a job of keeping students safe. I mean the principal sucks at his job sometimes, but they’re not going to have been responsible for whatever brought you here. And you can’t stick with me.”

“Why not? I can be small. I can be quiet. Until I know.” I state a bit proud I managed to say four whole sentences. Or well, maybe full sentences. Certainly four phrases.

“It’s bothersome.” That’s it? I mean understandable, but it’s still an annoying reason.

“I can be small, I can be quiet, and I won’t ask you for anything I don’t need,” I say confidently. The only thing I need is to be taken care of. I can find books and listen in on conversations on my own. Besides this, I have an array of magic that I can use for little things even if I am not taken care of properly.

“Kid. If I keep you a secret it’ll become a big problem for me. I have no reason to help you just because you say that you can be small or quiet. Now let’s go.” I look around and sigh. There was going to be no way to convince him, so I needed to plan an escape. It would be unlikely for me to catch him by surprise since in my panic I already revealed I could shift between a bunny and a humanoid form.

If I pretended to sleep, would I be able to sneak away when I was put down? I don’t even know where I am, and if I’m going somewhere where I’ll be locked away or eaten then I’d be in bigger trouble. For now, I have to stay alert since I don’t know enough about the situation. I will also reserve my remaining energy since I’ll need every bit of it in an emergency.

#twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #writing #I like found family- I think you'll start to see the pattern emerge as I post more of my writing haha