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Thanks for writing my request you’re amazing!💕

Thank you, 💕 Anon!

Omg To Dream of Reality is sooo good!

But I can’t help but to think that if I were in Genshin I’d probably follow kaeya or xiao around trying to hug them and if I think it’s a dream I’m totally playfully calling kaeya my husband lol

I didn’t see if you aren’t talking requests or don’t want anons so sorry if I’m breaking a rule 😅

A/N: lkj;lkj;lkj THANK YOU FOR SENDING IN A REQUEST! This is still my first writing blog, so I'm no used to setting anything up, I'll prepare a proper ruleset and adjust some stuff around, but thank you, First-Anon!

To Dream of Reality ~ Xiao 1, Kaeya 1 ~

"hugs, and teasing"

TW: Xiao being angsty, Kaeya being Kaeya(flirty), and Reader/Creator being pale(Ghostly, not white-pale) as per the usual.

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You, exhausted by your daily life, escape once again into the sweet realm of dreams. That night, you dream of Xiao. Of calling his name into the wind, of embracing him, wishing the burden of his karmic debt to lessen. You dream, too, of Kaeya. Of embracing him, of whispering sugared words to him, of calling him "husband." Your dream is blissful and sweet, as you walk alongside characters that you know you cannot touch.

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"Xiao? Can you hear me?" It's not a language Xiao knows, nor is it one commonly spoken in Teyvat. And yet, the whispers echo in his heart, resounding in his soul as he closes his eyes, focusing on the breeze and the wind that carried the call.

"You asked for me?" He mutters, eyes opening as the Creator smiled at him.

The Creator reached out to him, but he did not flinch. Gently, tenderly, the Creator's hand held his own, and the burden of death that followed him seemed to lighten.

His headache, so familiar that it became normal, faded.

And the Creator simply smiled, tugging on his arm and bringing him into a safe, secure embrace.

"It'll all be alright."

~

Kaeya Alberich is one to filter rumors.

He is one to separate gossip from truth from lies.

At first, the miraculous appearance of the Creator is a drunkard's tale, one of "Too many drinks" or a brief meeting with death.

And so, it is but a rumor.

That is, until one moonlit night where the Captain had to patrol.

That is, until pale hands wrap around his chest, pulling him down and into the arms of a person he had never seen before, but known all his life.

The Creator had blessed him with their presence.

It's a sly, cheeky smile as the Creator gives a grin, "Husband," slipping through their lips. And though the syllables were unknown to him, the meaning is loud and clear.

For just a moment, his mind goes blank.

Their ultimate divine, above even Celestia, had called him "husband". "Oh?" He asks with a laugh, his false smile appearing on his face as easy as breathing. "Am I really so precious to you, Your Grace?"

They only smiled, hugging him tighter, til his head was held comfortably in the crook of the neck of the Divine.

They leaned over again, and Kaeya felt the warm breath of the Creator against his ear.

And as tenderly as they held him, their hands left his body, the Creator glancing around with a frown.

"Five more minutes, please," They whisper, the meaning echoing within Kaeya's heart. "Five more minutes," They begged.

The Creator sighed in defeat, and Kaeya watched as they vanished, transparent hands vanishing, leaving only the tender touch of a kiss in the wind.

~~

It's time for work, you think to yourself. But you don't feel sad about it, for some strange reason. You've been getting better sleep lately, and yet you never seem to recall your dreams.

You're not tired, but something within you still wants to dream.

So who, you wonder, will you dream of tonight?

Remembrance (Chat Log 4)

TW: School, dorm inspections, Fischl being... Fischl.

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Jean Gunholder: On account of Venti's absence, I'd like to make the announcement to all students of @Anemo dorms. Dainsleif is doing room inspections next week, so keep that in mind. Jean Gunholder: On a similar note, does anyone know what happened to Venti?

Zhongli Lapis Dei: My apologies, I do not know anything about this situation.

xiao: Nope

viator: oh

viatrix: he's just 

viator: out of commission

viatrix: for the moment.

ajax: the twin hivemind in full sight, people. proof that sibling connection is stronger than  ajax: yo @albedo

albedo: graphene

ajax: stronger than graphene okay

[viator] has added [Paimon] to [TVAA]

viator: sorry i finally remembered

[venti] has changed [Paimon]'s name to [Snack]

♍ona ♍agistus: Your next line shall be, "Paimon is not emergency food!"

Snack: PAIMON IS NOT EMERGENCY FOOD Snack: ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF PAIMON

♍ona ♍agistus: Of course not. ♍ona ♍agistus: though why this jest came to fruition, my sight cannot pierce.

𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔷𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔙𝔢𝔯𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔦𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔤: Halt, my dear servants, for my Auge Der Vererteilung hast seen the truths of this matter. It is quite simple to say that these instances of intuition are flakes of another reality such as the Immernachtreich that I once ruled over, blending over through time.

Oz: She believes that there is some isekai-style reincarnation going on.

venti: No. It's nothing like that, everybody. Sorry to worry you.

<Message Deleted>

kae: wha was that

[venti] has changed [Snack]'s name to [Paimon]

venti: ?

Jean Gunholder: Where were you?

venti: yknow around venti: don’t worry about it.

xiao: uh xiao: is the AC broken xiao: or did someone set it on max? kaedekazu: The anemo dorms? kaedekazu: indeed, it does seem stronger kaedekazu: and what of your dorms? Noelle: Nothing seems to be wrong in the Geo dorms Thoma: nope, pyro droms all good! Thoma: *dorms, sorry. 

venti: I GOT IT

xiao: ???

Zhongli Lapis Dei: Is something wrong?

xiao: venti just fucking dabbed??? xiao: and the AC stopped freaking outr????

i want to write more TDOR please someone ask me for stuffs

Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!

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.

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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.

~

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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.