luv-indigo

*˚✩yurisa✩˚*

women enthusiast 🌈 || she/they || 19

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Pairing(s): Tighnari, Venti, Kaeya, Kazuha, Wanderer, Aether, Albedo, Xiao X Gn!reader (separate)

⤷ pairing(s): tighnari, venti, kaeya, kazuha, wanderer, aether, albedo, xiao x gn!reader (separate)

⤷ summary: nightmares in the aftermath

⤷ warnings: death, angst, hurt no comfort

⤷ note from author: writing angst after i lose the 50/50 is slowly becoming a tradition

⤷ extra: the prompts i used can be found here and here , @mikacynth thank you for proofreading <3

⤷ special tag: @kavehssuitcase give me your lyney

tighnari.

"i don't think i'm gonna make it out of this one."

In the realm of dreams, where the boundaries of time and reality blur, Tighnari found himself immersed in a haunting vision. He stood at the edge of a battlefield, the air heavy with the acrid scent of smoke and the metallic tang of blood. The clash of steel against steel echoed around him, a symphony of violence and chaos.

Amidst the tumultuous scene, his gaze was drawn to a figure lying on the ground. Heart pounding, he rushed forward, his feet stumbling over the uneven terrain. And there, amidst the carnage, he saw you - his beloved, battered and broken, your once vibrant eyes now dimmed by pain.

Tighnari dropped to his knees beside you, his voice a choked whisper. "No, please, hold on."

You managed a weak smile, your voice a mere breath. "Tighnari... I don't think I'm gonna make it out of this one."

Tears welled in Tighnari's eyes as he clutched your hand, desperation and grief intertwining within him. "No, you have to fight. You have to survive for us, for me, please."

But even as he spoke, your fingers grew colder in his grasp, your life slipping away like grains of sand through his fingers. Tighnari's cries of anguish echoed across the battlefield as he watched you slip into an eternal slumber.

Suddenly, the world around him seemed to shift and shimmer, like a mirage dissolving. Tighnari blinked, disoriented, as the sounds of battle faded and the scene before him wavered like a fading memory. He found himself standing in his room, moonlight filtering through the curtains, a cold sweat drenching his skin.

Realization dawned on him with a crushing weight, as if he had been struck by a powerful blow. The nightmare had been no mere dream; it was a haunting recollection of the past. You were gone, lost to him forever. The pain of your absence surged through him anew, a raw wound torn open once more.

Tighnari buried his face in his trembling hands, overcome by a mixture of sorrow, longing, and the acute ache of memory. The words you had spoken in the dream - "I don't think I'm gonna make it out of this one" - echoed in his mind, a cruel reminder of the inevitability he had faced and the helplessness he had experienced.

As the night slowly gave way to the soft light of dawn, Tighnari gazed out of the window, lost in his thoughts. He knew that he couldn't change the past, that he couldn't rewrite your tragic fate. But he could honor your memory, he could carry your love within him, a flame that would never be extinguished.

With a heavy heart, he sighed and lay back on his bed, hoping to fall into a dreamless sleep this time.

venti.

"you were dead, i saw you die" "i don't want you to go"

Venti's slumber had always been a haven of vivid dreams and fantastical visions, where reality and imagination danced together in a mesmerizing tapestry. Yet, on this particular night, the realm of dreams took a somber turn, plunging him into a nightmarish scenario he could never have foreseen.

As the dream unfolded, Venti found himself standing in a realm that seemed both familiar and alien. Shadows loomed over a desolate landscape, and a heavy feeling of foreboding weighed upon him. His heart raced as he searched for his lover, the one who had stolen his heart and brought a sense of light to his existence.

Amidst the surreal landscape, Venti finally caught a glimpse of your figure. A rush of relief surged through him, but it was quickly replaced by a sinking feeling as he realized something was horribly amiss. You stood at a distance, bathed in an eerie light that cast a pallor over your features. Venti's voice trembled as he called out your name, but the response he received was one of haunting inevitability.

"You were dead," Venti choked out, his voice barely more than a whisper, yet it echoed in the dream world like a lament. "I saw you die."

You turned to him, your eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and acceptance. "It was written in the stars," you replied, your voice carrying a surreal weight. "The threads of fate have woven a tapestry I cannot escape."

Venti's heart shattered as your words hung in the air like a death knell. He reached out, his fingers trembling, desperate to touch you, to feel your warmth and prove that this nightmare was false. "No," he begged, his voice breaking. "I don't want you to go."

But despite his fervent pleas, you began to fade, your form dissipating like mist in the morning sun. Venti's cries echoed through the dream realm, a symphony of grief and desperation.

And then, just as suddenly as it began, the dream unraveled. Venti's eyes shot open, his heart pounding in his chest as he jolted upright. He found himself leaning against a sturdy tree, the gentle rustling of leaves serving as a soothing contrast to the chaotic emotions that had consumed him in his dream.

Reality settled in like a bitter draught. You were gone, your presence extinguished from the world. Venti's chest tightened with a pain that transcended the boundaries of both dream and reality. He clutched at his chest, as if trying to grasp the remnants of your essence that still lingered in the air.

Tears blurred his vision as the weight of reality crashed down upon him. He slumped against the tree, his body wracked with sobs that seemed to tear at his very soul. The realization that the dream had mirrored his deepest fear was almost too much to bear.

In that moment, the boundary between dream and reality had blurred, and Venti felt as if he were suspended between two worlds. The dream had carved a raw wound in his heart, a wound that pulsed with grief and longing.

As the sun began to rise, casting its warm light upon the land, Venti clung to the tree, his tears eventually giving way to a quiet acceptance. Even so, he knew he could never truly let go, even if you had departed from the mortal realm.

With a heavy sigh, Venti pushed himself upright. He glanced around at the world that continued to turn, its beauty a stark contrast to the pain in his heart. And as he took a tentative step forward, he whispered to the wind, carrying his words to a place where your spirit might still reside, "I'll keep your memory alive, even if it means carrying the weight of your absence. Farewell, my love."

kaeya.

"it's gonna be okay"

Kaeya stood there, frozen in time, as he watched the life slowly fade from your eyes. It was a scene that played out in agonizing slow motion, the world around him blurring into insignificance as the only thing that mattered was the person before him. Your hand, once warm and comforting, now lay limp in his grasp. The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with grief and disbelief.

"No, no, please don't leave me," Kaeya's voice quivered, his heart wrenching in his chest. He clutched your hand desperately, as if by sheer force of will he could will you back to life. "Stay with me. It's gonna be okay. We'll get through this together."

Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the blood that stained your clothes. He wished he could turn back time, rewrite this tragic fate, but reality was cruel and unyielding. Your breaths grew shallower, your eyes losing focus. He pressed a trembling kiss to your forehead, his lips brushing against your cooling skin.

"Please, don't go," he begged, his voice breaking. "I love you. I can't bear to lose you."

But despite his pleas, your grasp on life slipped away, leaving Kaeya with nothing but emptiness and heartache. He held you close, his sobs wracking his body, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Then, as if the world itself couldn't bear witness to such sorrow, Kaeya's surroundings began to shift and blur. The room dissolved into darkness, and the sounds of his own cries faded into nothingness. He felt weightless, adrift in a void of emotions, until gradually, a new reality emerged around him.

Blinking in confusion, Kaeya found himself sitting in his office. Papers were scattered across his desk, and the ink on some was smudged by tear stains. He brought a shaky hand to his face, only to find that it was wet with the remnants of his grief. It was as if he had been transported from one world of pain to another.

As he took in his surroundings, the memories of that heart-wrenching scene began to blur, becoming a distant ache in his chest. Had it been a dream? A nightmare born from the depths of his grief-stricken heart? He couldn't be sure, but the weight of his sorrow remained, etched into his very being.

Kaeya let out a shaky exhale, his shoulders trembling as he pushed himself up from the desk. He wiped at the tear-streaked papers, a bitter taste of reality settling in his mouth. His heart ached as he looked at the work he had been engrossed in before… before whatever had just happened.

"It's gonna be okay," he whispered to himself, his voice barely above a murmur. The words felt like both a reassurance and a plea, a mantra to soothe his own fractured soul.

With a heavy sigh, Kaeya leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular. The tears might have been wiped away, but the pain lingered, a testament to the depth of his emotions. He knew he had to continue, to carry on with the responsibilities he had, but in that quiet moment, he allowed himself to mourn, to remember, and to heal.

kazuha.

"did i do good?" "please don't leave me"

In the heart of Inazuma, the night was enveloped in an eerie stillness, broken only by the distant rumble of thunder. Kazuha stood beneath the moonlit sky, his silver hair catching the pale glow, as he cradled his lover, a figure so delicate in his arms. Raindrops fell gently, like tears from the heavens, soaking you both.

You coughed weakly, crimson staining your lips, a stark contrast to your fading complexion. "Kazuha," you whispered, your voice a mere breath, "did I do good?"

Tears welled up in Kazuha's eyes as he gazed down at you, his heart aching at the sight of your pain. "Yes, you did," he replied with a voice heavy with emotion, his hand trembling as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. "You did more than anyone could have asked for."

A faint smile tugged at the corners of your lips, a mix of relief and contentment evident in your eyes. The storm outside seemed to echo the turmoil within Kazuha's heart. He pressed his forehead to yours, trying to hold onto every last moment, every touch, every whisper.

"Please don't leave me," Kazuha choked out, his voice breaking as his tears mixed with the raindrops on your cheeks. "I can't bear to lose you."

Your fingers weakly reached up to brush away Kazuha's tears, your touch as light as a fleeting breeze. "You gave me happiness," you murmured, your voice growing even fainter. "Remember that."

As your words faded, your eyes closed gently, your chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. And then, with one final exhale, you stilled.

Time seemed to stand still as Kazuha held your body, his heart shattered into a million pieces. The thunder outside seemed to weep with him, mourning the loss of a love too precious to be contained by this world.

Suddenly, Kazuha felt a strange sensation, as if he had lived through this once more. The world blurred slightly as he remembered that fateful night. He was standing in the same place, cradling you, your lifeless form in his arms.

Realization crashed over him like a tidal wave, and Kazuha's heart clenched with a mixture of grief and understanding. The scene he had just experienced was a memory, a memory that he had held onto so fiercely, a memory of a love he could never forget.

Tears streamed down his face anew as he gently laid your form down on the ground of the battlefield, his fingers lingering on your cold skin. "You did good," he whispered, his voice trembling, knowing that somehow, someway, your soul could hear him across the divide between the living and the departed.

He pressed his hand to his chest, over his heart, where the ache of loss throbbed like an open wound. "I will remember," he vowed softly, his voice carrying his love and pain through the expanse of the realm.

And then, as the memory began to fade, as the battlefield started to slip away, Kazuha held onto that memory, that love, that pain. Because even though he couldn't be with his lover in the realm of the living, your love would forever be etched in his heart and in the memories that shaped his very being.

wanderer.

"you promised" "don't close your eyes, don't you dare close your eyes" "you can't leave me here" "you're the one good thing left in this world"

Wanderer found himself in an eerie dream, standing in a desolate garden that echoed with the haunting whispers of the wind. His heart raced as he gazed upon the figure before him, a fragile form bathed in ethereal light - his lover, you.

Your once vibrant eyes were now dimmed, your breaths shallow, and your body weakened by an unseen ailment. Scaramouche's heart tightened with dread as he rushed to your side, cradling you gently in his arms. He could feel your life slipping away, your presence fading like a wisp of smoke.

"You promised," he whispered through trembling lips, tears welling in his eyes. "You promised we'd face everything together."

You managed a faint smile, your voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry... my love. I can't... keep that promise."

Desperation clawed at Scaramouche's heart as he held you closer, his voice choked with anguish. "Don't close your eyes, don't you dare close your eyes. Stay with me."

Your eyes fluttered, and you struggled to keep your gaze fixed on his face. "I'm so tired... my love."

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he pleaded, his voice breaking. "You can't leave me here. I can't bear to lose you."

Your strength was waning, your grip on life slipping away like sand through fingers. "You're the one good thing left in this world, you can't leave me here."

Wanderer's cries echoed through the empty garden, a mix of pain and denial. He held you tightly, as if his embrace alone could defy fate.

But then, your body went limp in his arms, your gaze fading into an emptiness that mirrored the void in his heart. The world around him seemed to crumble, and darkness consumed everything.

And then, with a gasping breath, he awoke. His chest heaved, sweat drenching his brow, and he stared at the ceiling of his dimly lit chamber. Reality slowly settled in as he realized that it had all been a cruel dream, a vision of heartache and loss.

A bitter mix of relief and grief coursed through him. He ran a hand over his face, wiping away tears that hadn't truly fallen. He had lost you once again, albeit in a different way. The dream had opened old wounds, reminding him of the pain he had locked away.

In the depths of his agony, Wanderer made a vow. He would never let sleep claim him again. He couldn't bear the torment of losing you over and over in his dreams. He knew it was irrational, but the fear was too real, too raw.

Night after night, he stayed awake, haunted by the memory of the dream and the ghost of your presence.

Time passed, and the world continued its relentless march forward. He became known as a restless wanderer, a figure that rarely slept, always on the move, and forever carrying the weight of a love that existed only in dreams and memories.

And so, he wandered, driven by an unrelenting resolve to avoid sleep's grasp. For even in the waking world, his heart remained entwined with the phantom of a love lost, forever haunted by the specter of a promise he couldn't keep.

aether.

"i can't breathe" "it's okay, you can let go"

Aether was a valiant warrior whose heart was bound to a love as pure as the winds that swept across the land. His beloved, you, possessed a gentle soul that radiated light in even the darkest of times. Together, you faced countless battles against the Abyss Order, your determination to protect your world unwavering.

One fateful day, the skies above Mondstadt darkened as Abyss Lectors emerged from the abyssal depths, their malevolent energy spreading like a plague. You and Aether, wielding your respective weapons, stood side by side on the battlefield, your resolve strong. The clash was fierce, the air crackling with elemental magic as you fought to repel the encroaching darkness.

But even the most resolute hearts can be tested, and as the battle raged on, you found yourself grievously wounded. Aether rushed to your side, cradling you in his arms as your breathing became labored. Tears welled up in his eyes as he whispered your name, his voice choked with anguish.

"I can't breathe," you managed to utter, your voice barely a whisper.

Aether's heart shattered at those words, but he fought to stay strong for you. He held you close, his touch a gentle anchor in the midst of chaos. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice trembling. "You can let go."

Your gaze met his, a mixture of pain and love reflecting in your eyes. You mustered a weak smile, your fingers brushing against his cheek before your strength waned further. With one last effort, you whispered, "I love you," before your eyes closed for good.

Time seemed to stand still as Aether held your lifeless form, his heartache echoing in the depths of his soul. He let out a guttural scream, a raw expression of his grief that pierced through the battlefield's cacophony. Tears streamed down his face as he clung to you, his sobs a lament for a love lost too soon.

And then, as abruptly as the dream began, Aether jolted awake. His chest heaved, his body drenched in sweat, and his heart pounded in his ears. For a fleeting moment, he found himself disoriented, his mind struggling to bridge the gap between the dream and reality. But as his consciousness fully returned, a crushing realization descended upon him.

You were gone. The dream had replayed your final moments together with cruel vividness, only to snatch you away once more. Aether's grief was as potent as the first time he'd experienced it, a wound that would never fully heal.

Tears welled up in his eyes again, but this time, he fought to regain his composure. He clung to the memories of you, your love a beacon of light that would forever guide him. With a shuddering breath, he whispered, "I will honor your memory. I will continue to protect this world, just as we vowed."

As the first rays of dawn painted the horizon, Aether rose from his bed, the weight of his grief still heavy on his shoulders. He gazed out the window, the sun's warmth touching his skin like a fleeting caress. And in the quiet solitude of that moment, he made a silent promise to keep your memory alive, your love a source of strength as he faced the battles yet to come.

albedo.

"no, stay awake, stay awake." "wake up, wake up!"

In the frigid, unforgiving embrace of Dragonspine, Albedo's heart raced as he held his lover, you, in his arms. The swirling snowflakes and the biting cold of the mountain only intensified the gravity of the situation. Your eyes, usually so full of life and laughter, now stared vacantly at the stormy sky.

"No, stay awake, stay awake," Albedo pleaded, his voice trembling as he cradled you closer. His gloved hands, stained crimson, pressed against your chest in a desperate attempt to stem the flow of blood. The wind howled around them, but the world had narrowed down to just the two of you.

As an alchemist and a member of the Knights of Favonius, Albedo was accustomed to calculating every move with precision, but this time, he had miscalculated. An icy creature of the mountain had attacked unexpectedly, and in the chaos, you had been gravely wounded. Albedo's heart ached with guilt for not protecting you better, for not foreseeing the danger that had befallen you both.

"Wake up, wake up!" he cried, his voice breaking. He shook you gently, as if trying to rouse you from a deep slumber. But your eyes remained closed, your breaths shallow and weakening with each passing moment.

Albedo had never felt so helpless. He had dedicated his life to unraveling the mysteries of the world, but now, in this desolate, frozen wasteland, he was utterly powerless to save the person he loved most.

Tears mingled with the snowflakes on Albedo's cheeks as he held you tighter, his fingers trembling with despair. Memories of your time together flashed before his eyes—the laughter, the adventures, the quiet moments by the fireplace, and the whispered promises of a future together. How could it all be slipping away?

Just as the crushing weight of heartbreak threatened to consume him, his eyes shot open, and his breaths came in ragged gasps. He was not in Dragonspine anymore. The howling wind was replaced by the comforting stillness of his laboratory.

Relief flooded through him, and for a moment, he believed it had all been a terrible dream. He looked around, searching for any sign that you were safe and sound. But reality hit him like a punch to the chest, as stark and cold as the snows of Dragonspine.

You were not there.

The "nightmare" had been no dream at all but a painful memory. Albedo's heart ached once more as he realized that he couldn't change the past. He couldn't save you, no matter how much he wished he could. Your absence hung in the air, a painful reminder of the price he had paid for his miscalculations.

Albedo's shoulders slumped, and he sank to his knees in his lonely laboratory. He had been searching for answers his whole life, but the one answer he truly needed, the one that could bring you back, remained forever out of reach.

xiao.

"there's nothing you could have done." "don't say that, don't say that to me"

High atop the towering Wangshu Inn, Xiao perched in solitude, his gaze lost in the sea of stars that adorned the night sky. The wind whispered secrets to him, its gentle caress a soothing balm to his weary soul. He had found solace here, away from the chaos of the world below. Yet, amidst the tranquility, his heart ached with a familiar longing.

As the breeze rustled his hair, it seemed to carry a voice, soft and distant, calling his name. He frowned, his senses sharpening. "Xiao," the voice called again, more urgently this time.

Without hesitation, Xiao teleported instantly to the source of the call. He arrived in an instant, but his heart plummeted like a stone into the abyss.

Before him, in a moonlit glade, stood his beloved, the one who had captured his heart and shown him the warmth of human connection. You were there, bathed in the ethereal glow of moonlight, a figure so dear to his heart.

But before Xiao could react, a shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, a blade gleaming malevolently in their hand. In the blink of an eye, they struck, and time seemed to slow as the fatal blow landed.

Xiao's eyes widened in horror, his body frozen as he watched the cruel destiny unfold before him. He could hear your voice, a whisper of regret, saying, "I'm sorry."

Tears welled up in his eyes as he fought to regain control of his body. With a burst of fury and anguish, he battled the remaining enemies with unparalleled swiftness. Their screams echoed through the night, but his heart was deaf to them.

With trembling hands, Xiao knelt beside you, his fingers caressing your ashen face. Your words, so soft, hung in the air like an unbreakable curse. "There's nothing you could have done."

His voice quivered with desperation as he whispered, "Don't say that, don't say that to me."

But you only smiled weakly, your life slipping away with each passing moment. Xiao held you closer, his tears mingling with yours as he watched the light leave your eyes.

A heart-wrenching scream escaped his lips, a howl of anguish that reverberated through the night, piercing the heavens. And then, as suddenly as he had arrived, he found himself back at the Wangshu Inn, alone.

The bed where you had once rested was empty, your absence like a gaping chasm in his soul. The nightmare had been too real, too vivid. He clutched his chest, feeling the phantom pain of your loss.

It was then that Xiao realized the cruel truth. You were truly gone, forever beyond his reach. The wind that had once whispered secrets to him now carried only the echo of your name, a haunting reminder of what he had lost.

Tears streamed down his face as he buried his face in his hands, unable to escape the torment of his grief. In the darkness of his room, he wept for the love he could never hold again, for the voice he could never hear, and for the one he could never save.