GI: Actor AU... But They Meet Their Actors

GI: Actor AU... but they meet their actors

Part 2

TW: Nothing, but it's a long textpost so i'm still putting it under a read more

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As "Lucas" stood up, Diluc drew his blade, anticipating him to step back in fear or shock, just not- wonder.

"Miki, look!" he chirped. "The actual Favonius Greatsword! Imagine doing Cori’s fight choreography with that." His eyes were practically glowing, light shining in his pupils.

"Alright, let's just- put the bigass sword down, thank you-" the Kaeya-clone muttered, brushing his bangs back, revealing a slight eyepatch tan. Despite the situation, Diluc held back a smirk.

Hesitantly, he lowered the blade.

Kaeya-copy clapped his hands, letting out a forced smile. Too obviously bothered, Diluc noticed. "Lovely, lovely, Introduction time! I'm Mikail, I play, well, obviously Kaeya in Genshin Impact and Lucas-"

"That's me!"

"Yes, Lucas, I know. Plays Diluc. Pretty obvious, by the hair colors." 

An uneasy silence fell between the three.

Diluc didn’t know what to think of the copies, as they whispered between themselves. 

As time crawled on, more people began to wake. 

"Impressive," Albedo murmured from beside him. "Versions of ourselves, almost perfectly visually identical."

A sigh echoed from the other side of the room, a girl who's facial structure resembled Albedo's, though her silver hair trailed far down her back. "I'm... Well, you can call me Cori," She said, shrugging on a perfect copy of Albedo's own jacket.

"So you are the Cori that they mentioned?" Diluc asked, recalling something about her ‘choreography.’

"Yes," She said, voice soft as she nodded. "It's not my name, but I kind of prefer it? I'm the Choreographer for the Genshin Impact Movie Fanproject... and somehow also the director, though that was mostly unintentional." Her hand brushed through her hair as she finally made proper eye contact with Albedo.

It was odd. It was definitely his face, but everything else was a bit off.

Her hair was unlike his own, long and flowing silver. Her voice was softer than his own, and had no birthmark. And yet, she seemed to reflect Albedo's form before him.

Another voice, familiar yet uncannily different as Sucrose sat straight up, glasses nowhere to be seen. Human ears were barely hidden by her hair as she glanced around, looking across the room. 

"Dammit, were we supposed to be filming again? I didn't think we were doing another Albedo related scene until..." She trailed off, eyes glancing around the room. "Huh." she muttered. "Cori, why're you half in costume and why is there an Albedo there? Didja find someone to play Subject Two?"

"Sucrose?" Albedo called out, unsure of himself. Not-Sucrose shrugged.

It was very clearly not the Sucrose that the Teyvatians knew as their own. She did not stutter, nor flinch, instead standing tall as she took initiative to speak.

"I mean kinda? I do play as Sucrose, but only in the Fanmovie. Hashtag-not-sponsored. Oh, I'm Honey. Ironic, right? I mean, sucrose is in honey, I think." 

Play.

A choreographer.

"I... see." Albedo muttered.

"So? What's your name, newbie?"

"I am Albedo-" he began, abruptly cut off by 'Honey'.

"Cori, you found someone named Albedo to play Albedo? Are you not going to be acting again?"

Acting.

Diluc glanced around his side of the room. Every vision holder he knew, from Barbara to that one bartender cat was there, but who would...

The leader of the Yun Opera House.

Miss Yun Jin would know. 

Gently, he stirred her awake, watching as her eyes slowly peeled open and took in the room around her.

"Where am I?"

"That's what we'd like to know," 'Mikail' replied. "One moment we're getting ready to film, next thing we're in a room with the very characters we play."

"How strange." Cori placed her hand on her chin, a perfect imitation of the pose Albedo does. 

"That was... Oddly satisfying." The Alchemist copied her pose. "Is that what I look like when I do that?"

Cori flinched slightly. "...heh, I guess I picked up that habit after doing it so many times..." She muttered. "But yes, Miss Yun Jin, we don't know where we are... though we do have a television here for some reason. And a gaming PC"

Tele Vision, Albedo noted. A strange compound word, what was a Tele anyway? More importantly, what did pee-sea mean?

Yun Jin's eyes widened, realizing exactly what 'Mikail' had said

The very characters we play.

I love love love your dream series it's so good hngg

What about the Creator checking up on Venti and Diluc at Angel's Share since we're already in Mondstadt? 👀

To Dream of Reality ~Venti 1, Diluc 1~

“encounter, and closure”

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TWs: Alcohol usage, venti being drunk as per the usual, Kaeya and Diluc backstory referenced.

~~

You were exhausted. How much work did you make up, how much did you have to do for them, bending over backward to assist…?

You didn’t like alcohol. The buzz it offered only paved the way to pain in the morning, and the flavor was honestly just alright.

But Angel’s Share seemed wonderful despite all that. The music, the atmosphere… Maybe, if you could just be there, you could relax and enjoy it. 

~

It was a rare evening when Master Ragnvindr attended the bar in Angel’s Share. A rare, precious occasion to behold.

The door swung open, and the drunkards froze.

The Creator had descended, and was here. In a tavern. Filled with sad, laughing, horny, crying drunks.

“Your Grace,” Diluc began, “How may we serve you?”

Many of the drunkards stayed silent, merely watching the Creator from afar. But perhaps the most famous of the drunkards didn’t catch the memo.

“Your Benevolence, it’s an honor to see you again~!” 

The green-clad bard could not help but tangle his fingers with the pale stranger, smiling wide as he tugged the God into an impromptu dance. 

“Venti.” Diluc called as he tugged the bard back by the collar. “Your Grace, may we help you?”

They watched, silent, as the god ran their hand through Venti’s hair, their smile gentle and soft. 

Jealousy flared in his chest as he watched Venti of all people retrieve the affection of the Almighty Divine. 

And yet, before he could make his usual retort, arms gently wrapped around him. He looked down, wondering if he was dreaming, if all of this was an illusion crafted for him, another escapist dream to ignore the dawning sun. 

There was no mistake. 

The Creator was embracing him. 

The Creator was hugging him.

“You’ve done well. You’ve worked hard.” The Creator’s whispers were… personal. Warm. Like all his worries could melt away, like all the wrongs in the world had been righted. There was comfort in simply knowing that such comfort did exist. It wasn’t that he was exhausted, but something about the warmth, something about that comfort seemed to be beckoning him to rest. 

And as suddenly as the embrace came, it melted away, the Creator’s touch featherlight as they pulled Venti up, his hair once again fondled as his head was cradled by the Divine. “Are you alright?”

“Y-Yes, Your Grace. I’m- I’m great, thanks.”

“Good,” they smiled, sitting down at the bar counter before motioning to Diluc. “May I?” they asked, pointing to the cider on the menu. Wordlessly, Diluc served one, holding his breath as the Creator sipped it. 

The Creator’s smile was so… 

Perfect.

A bright smile that lit up the entire tavern, the candles paling in comparison to the radiance their smile gave off.

Literally.

“Your Grace, have we done well?” Venti sang, cuddling up to the Almighty Divine.

“Your people are free and you enjoy your every day, yes?” They said, leaning down to the bard’s ear. “And though your Gnosis has been taken and your throne cast aside, you still care for your people as if they were your own children.”

Diluc’s hands lingered over an empty glass, wondering if he was intruding.

“And you,” The Creator began, “Have worked tirelessly to remove corruption, and you once bitten, now twice shy, fear the vulnerability that love can bring. Do be aware that reconciliation is but a single conversation away, and that He has been bitten twice.”

They knew, Diluc realized. 

…Maybe he should talk to Kaeya one more time.

Not for the Creator's will, but perhaps for his own good.

The Creator simply looked at him.

His own good as well as Kaeya's...?

Once more, their hand extended outward as they beckoned towards Diluc and Venti. Their hand buried itself into Venti’s hair before they glanced at Diluc, who leaned down to meet the other hand of the Creator. 

I wish I could stay here longer. I don’t want to leave. My people and children… Teyvat is precious and- 

Foregin thoughts filled Diluc’s mind. They were not his own thoughts, the voice was far too… unharmed to be him. Too light, too bright, too divine. A strange sensation clawed at his heart. 

“Do you have to go, Your Grace?” Venti whispered, and Diluc understood what the feeling was.

Longing.

“Your Grace, we will always have a place for you.” Diluc added on, grasping the hand that glided through his hair.

“I don’t want to leave,” Their Creator whispered, tears forming in their eyes as they called out. “Wait for me, please. I’ll- I’ll return.”

There was no flash of light, nor grand spell that announced the Creator’s departure; simply silence and the loss of warmth.

~~~

You woke not to the taste of your own morning-breath, but to the faint taste of apples and the phantom touch of someone’s warmth on your palms, the faint touch of a given embrace on your arms.

You lived alone, and you hadn’t had apple juice since-

A long while.

You were homesick, but not for your parents’ home where you spent much of your young life.

But perhaps, for something you’ve never seen before…

Your dreams are pleasant, and you cannot help but wonder who you dreamt of, to make you wish for a home you never had.

But the day must go on, and you cannot linger on memories.

To Dream of Reality ~ Thoma 1 ~

"meal, and rumors"

TW: Waking up from a good dream. The reader is viewed as a ghostly figure. "Pale" in this context refers to ghostly-pale, again, not "white-person" pale, though it can if it applies to your perspective. Otherwise, nothing. Just Thoma being wholesome.

A/N: Yes this is a series, if y'all have requests, just send me an ask.

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~~~

That night, you had dreamed of Thoma.

Of a meal cooked by his hand.

Of a meal shared with him and the Kamisato siblings.

Of his bright, sweet smile.

You dream of dogs and cats alike, warm as he laughs next to you, petting the soft creatures.

~

~

Thoma had finished his pre-dawn chores. Rumors of the Creator's temporary appearance had spread through the land.

"Their Grace appears, lives as one of the citizens, and vanishes."

"They're checking in on Teyvat! Making sure the normal citizens are living full lives!"

"What if they're dissatisfied?!"

The last rumor in particular had the Tri-Commission in full gear, hoping to improve the lives of everyday citizens in hopes that their Great Creator would praise them.

But for now, Thoma knows, he must simply cook breakfast for the Master and his sister.

As the miso melts within the ladle, quiet footsteps echoed throughout the room. In any other situation, Thoma would have summoned his shield, protecting himself and his 'family.'

But he did not fear.

He turned around and saw the ghostly pale figure of the Creator, smiling at him. Silently, they leaned over the pot as if to smell it, their smile only growing as they looked up at him and spoke in an unfamiliar language, though the meaning echoed throughout his mind.

"It smells great! I can't wait!"

If he has to use more ingredients, he's sure it'll be alright.

It's for the Creator, after all.

He served the miso soup along side fish and rice- True Traditional Inazuman breakfast.

The Creator held chopsticks with grace, lifting a bite of rice to their lips, drinking the soup alongside it.

Thoma held his breath, and the Master and Young Miss watched from their side of the table.

"H-How is it, Your Grace?" He stutters, looking into the Eyes of the True Divine.

The Creator smiled, and Thoma couldn't help but feel warm.

"It's delicious!" They say, in their divine tongue. The meal is finished in silence, comfortable if not a bit awkward.

And as silently they arrived, too did they vanish, leaving clean dishes behind, every bite polished off.

~

Thoma could not help but feel as if the rest of the day was a blur. A strange, unsettling nervousness followed him, for he knew that rumors spread fast.

The Creator had blessed him, the Creator had eaten his own cooking, the Creator was happy because of him.

Relief and jealousy was easy to hear.

But again, did the rumors change but that very afternoon; That a Ghostly Figure, draped in Outlander-like clothing, walked around without a care.

He found you beneath the Yumemiru-Sakura tree where dogs and cats napped all day. You would smile at him, hold up a cat and press its paw to his nose with a cheeky grin.

And he would smile back.

You felt as if you were floating.

And the alarm clock calls you back to the waking world.

Saddened, you stand up and look in the mirror-

It's you.

Not the Creator, but you.

...You cannot help but wonder who you will dream of tonight.

The doorway is real, the rest is airbrushed graffiti. 

@vile_graffiti

Too Tight

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TW: Body dysphoria, gender dysphoria, gender being wacky, Traveler Aether, Aether being a weird alien creature, Game mechanics taken seriously, implied genderfluid Aether, no actual ending. Ventfic.

~ It was all too tight.

Like a T-shirt at the bottom of the drawer that you swear you couldn't fit into, but your mom said you had to wear.

His Her Their Its wings were confined to the body, no bones nor muscle, yet tight all the same.

It was all too tight.

Like the suffocating feeling of being called the wrong name, of being called Lumine when they he she it was Aether.

But it was... manageable.

But the wings aren't there.

The limbs aren't there and Aether still panics.

If Aether closed her their his its eyes and pretended to Be, it was easier.

But Aether nor Lumine were not human.

So Aether became.

Clothes would change to fit, hair and eyes, bones and all. Their memories would meld with Aether's own, and Aether would simple become.

Aether, he, she, they, it, became whatever Aether needed to be.

And the tight, filthy itch would settle.

Aether looked in the mirror and saw Amber staring back at her.

And she felt nothing but relief. To know that the itch that plagued her would stop, so long as she obey her subconscious and become.

But Outrider Amber is a public figure, so Aether simply doesn't.

He She They It walks alone as him her them it -self and deals with the itch.

Aether looked into the mirror and wanted to become, to stop it, to let wings be free, to let Aether be him her them it self but Aether can't. Shouldn't.

Aether fights.

Alone, for commissions, so that Aether can become.

They can fight. He can deal with the itch. Or sometimes, it stops it completely. She makes the shirt less tight, or sometimes makes it tighter.

Aether wants to become, but he she they it just can't.

To steal a face, to steal a form, to free from that tight shirt, to scratch the itch...

Aether shouldn't take it. Their forms, their faces, their memories and personalities.

But even still, He She They It becomes.

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ACTOR AU

Q&A

Truth or Dare! (Coming Soon)

ACTOR AU(Meeting the actors)

Part 1

Part 2

REMEMBERANCE

Chat Log 1 "A totally Normal Chatfic"

Chat Log 2 "Sibling Fight"

Chat Log 3 "Movie Time"

Chat Log 4 "Where's Venti?"

To Dream of Reality

Creator

"And Live Within Dreams"

Traveler-Aether

exhaustion, and affirmations

NPCs

Glory

visitor, and message

MONDSTADT

Venti

encounter, and closure (+Diluc)

Diluc

encounter, and closure (+Venti)

Kaeya

hugs, and teasing (+Xiao)

Mona

fate, and interpretation

LIYUE

lantern rite, and festivities(ft. Ningguang)

Xiao

hugs, and teasing (+Kaeya)

Zhongli

reflection, and wounds (+Kazuha)

INAZUMA

Kazuha

reflection, and wounds (+Zhongli)

Scaramouche/Wanderer

nightmare, and comfort (A/N: This is the first work in the series and horribly short. It mostly defines the vague outline of the TDOR series. I might revamp this.)

to save, and name ft. Traveler-Aether

Thoma

meal, and rumors

ASSORTED SHIT

Genderfluid Aether Ventfic

ANON LIST

💕Anon

🍞Anon