From This Tumblr Prompt Post By @smurfet !

from this tumblr prompt post by @smurfet !

warning/s: angst and crying:(

silence — lmh.

in which he can’t seem to let you love him.

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you hadn’t really noticed him, he was always quiet and stuck to his small circle of friends. the boy whose hair never seemed to stay one color, the boy who would only laugh when he was among his friends—the boy whose name was mark lee.

“who?” when your friend had pointed out that he was “so checking you out!”, you didn’t really know how to feel.

your eyes meet his for a brief moment—before he’s looking away a slight blush on his cheeks as his friends erupt into a burst of loud laughter. and it was like the world was on his side, because you started to see more of him.

“i’m so sorry!” his smooth voice distracted you from the sound of your books and papers scattering all over the floor. his movements were frantic as he goes to pick up your fallen items. “it’s okay, really.”

he likes to think it was your smile that had his heart racing, the easygoing and friendly one that always seemed to grace your face. that what he was doing—reaching out, trying to get the chance to talk to you even when he had literally no reason to other than the fact that he liked your voice—was totally reasonable. you could be acquaintances, who talked. almost every day.

“so, how’s it going with y/n?” jaemin would casually bring you up, now that you both were talking on a regular basis. mark felt a weird heat rise from his neck to his ears, stumbling to reply to his younger friend.

“it’s alright. she’s a great girl,” the boys around him let out loud whoops, raising their imaginary glasses in a sort of toast. “i’m happy for you.”

renjun’s smile is gentle as he pats mark’s back. he was scared. truly. he didn’t know why he was feeling the way he did and didn’t believe you could return the way his heart was pounding.

but you did. you loved the way he strummed his guitar with a hidden confidence and the way his eyes would disappear as he laughed. the months you both had spent talking were great and he made you feel the most alive.

there were days where you’d catch his eyes on you and the subtle pink tint on his cheeks as he looks away. you’d find him upset when you were wearing someone else’s jacket. you were sure, so sure that he liked you back. that he would catch you because you were falling. falling for the boy who built a cage around his heart so—

“don’t.” you were confused. don’t?

“don’t love me, y/n.” his sad whisper nails you to your spot in front of him. you had your bag over your shoulder and his jacket around your body.

his eyes stared at you, sad and empty as he pleads with you. “i’m not worth it. not worth your love—“

“is that really your decision to make?” your voice comes out softer than you had liked. you didn’t want to cry but you felt your throat closing as the tears stung the back of your eyes. mark watches closely as you gulp down your feelings, face scrunching as you struggle to hold in the emotions wishing to break free.

his heart was breaking, but this was better. wasn’t it?

“i’m—i don’t love you.”

he had forced the words out. he knew he had to. he didn’t want to let himself feel the way he felt around you—because he could see it all leading down the same path.

“oh.”

your dejected face stayed etched in his mind as you walked away. as the tears won over your stubbornness, falling freely down your cheeks even when you were tugging off his jacket. he watched in silence as you disappeared, from him that night—from his life forever.

this was better. he knew it was. but why did it feel like it wasn’t?

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my mark drabble debut! it’s sad, but i’m trying to get over my writer’s block huhu ;-;

hey there(๑･̑◡･̑๑) may i request a college/school au with xiao on how he'll react to hearing his s/o collapsing due to the built up stress of never-ending assignments & tests

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 🍭

order for: xiao

flavor: fluff/comfort

order summary: with exams on the come up you were more than ready to be done with the stress so when xiao makes an unexpected visit he’d gladly take a load off your shoulders

warnings: none

[thank you for the request! i had a good time writing this one, i just finished up my exams so i understand the stress that comes with them T-T. hang in the re though, xiao and i are cheering for you <3]

the keys jingled in the lock as xiao struggled to open the door to your dorm only to find you open it yourself a few seconds later, upon letting him in he noticed the usually (somewhat) clean environment had been less clean than before.

“i’m sorry for not being able to hang out, i have more studying to do tonight before my exams.”

he just nodded and said that it was fine. he followed as you walked to your bedroom where the desk was piled with papers and textbooks, messy pens and scraps of paper lying everywhere and he sat down on your bed observing you. he watched as he noticed your pajamas and develoshed hair, you pushing up your glasses as he took note of the bags forming under your eyes. how long has she been like this? his mind wanders in a worryful state, he can only hope that during this time of the school year you’re taking care of yourself.

you excuse yourself from the room to go get a cup of tea, you said you’d get one for xiao as well so he could stay where he was. but why haven’t you come back? you went into the kitchen at least 10 minutes ago, so where’s the tea he didn’t really care about? he got up in a state of confusion and made his way towards the kitchen, standing at the door frame he calls your name only to see you lying on the floor... passed out. shit. he can’t think of anything other than to carry you back into your bedroom and lay on the bed, he was panicking on the inside but being xiao he didn’t show it.

how long had she been passed out? is something wrong? is it medical or just pure stress? should i call an ambulance? what do i do?

the poor boys head was a mess, not a single coherent thought was coming in and his only idea was to call his friend aether in hopes that he could get some answers. knowing that you and aether go to college together would also be useful in how to help you with your studying after you awoke, so with that conclusion he unlocked your phone and looked for aether’s contact.

of course upon hearing the news; aether panicked and was worried as but hearing xiao calming tell him that they need to cool down and think of something made his conscious clearer. after talking to aether for a few more moments he looked over at you one more time before his brows furrowed and a frown adorned his face. he then left your room after cleaning up your desk of all the distraught papers and unorganized books.

you awoke confused, what even happened? why am i in bed? oh yeah, i was studying. wait, what happened to my studying?! you sat up too quickly, the blood rushing to your head pounded like a hammer. you were about to get up when you saw xiao in the doorway, he looked like he was on the verge of tears. he set down the bamboo tray in his hands that carried two cups of tea and some pastries before he made his way over to you, he sat down on the bed and brought his face close to yours.

“you’re an idiot you know. don’t overwork yourself so much.”

he moved in closer, your face was burning in anticipation. just kiss me already damnit.. was what you wanted to say, but of course you wouldn’t and within mere seconds you felt a strong sting on your forehead. closing your eyes and bringing your hand to the area of injury you realize he flicked you.

“i know that you’re struggling with school, but your health always come first. who cares if you don’t have the best grades, you shouldn’t stress yourself out over something that’ll pass so quickly.”

his eyes widened just the slightest bit and he wrapped his arms around you, you were confused until you felt his wet shoulder. were those... tears? you closed your eyes and embraced him, letting out a sigh you let yourself relax in his arms even if only for a moment.

“thank you xiao, i love you.”

“i love you too (y/n).”

% my tears ricochet

pairings: haechan x gn!reader || wc: 0.96k || warnings: mentions of de*th, dy*ng, car accidents, swearing || inspiration: my tears ricochet by taylor swift

donghyuck kneels at your grave, the rain soaking his clothes. it is the first time he’s visited you since you passed.

he couldn’t bring himself to attend your funeral.

on your headstone are the words, “a wonderful child, loved by all.” donghyuck lifts his finger and gingerly traces the indents of the last three letters.

how he wishes it was his name.

more under the cut!

------------- a month ago -------------

it was raining. you had just finished your last lesson, and were keeping your things in your locker when he walked up to you, uninvited and unwelcome.

“done failing your classes, y/n?” he sneered down at you, snatching your notebook from your grasp. dangling it by just the cover, he shook the notebook, watching with disgust as post-its and other pieces of paper fell out.

you clenched your teeth, balling your fists up, but didn’t say anything. you knew it wouldn’t make a difference anyway. ever since the break up, he never cared about what you felt.

voice even, you said, “give it back, donghyuck. i don’t want to fight.”

“you don’t want to fight?” he asked, not looking at you. “well, i do.” with that, he walked up to the nearest rubbish bin and threw what was left of your notes in.

you stood rooted to the spot as your notes were soiled with strange, sticky liquids and other undesirable substances, unable to say anything in fear of accidentally losing control. you could already feel your anger formulating as harsh words on the tip of your tongue, and if you opened your mouth, they would come rushing out in a rage, ugly and unstoppable.

you took a deep breath and counted to ten. “why did you do that?” your voice was taut, and the air was charged with tension.

donghyuck fixed his gaze on yours. “because you and i no longer love each other.”

that one sentence lit the gas on fire and you exploded.

“i’ve already told you that we broke up for good! we broke up because it wasn’t working, because you were treating me like shit, because i didn’t meet your insane standards and because we were both falling out of love! i did the right thing by ending our relationship, because you were too chicken to do it. why can’t you just accept that we are over and stop harassing me all the time?!”

there was too much to say, too much to feel, and the pressure building inside you for the last three months needed somewhere to go. so you punched the locker door, denting the metal.

you couldn’t even feel the pain.

donghyuck yelled right back at you. “and yet you never gave me another chance to prove myself, never told me where i went wrong! why can’t we try again?”

you were crying at this point, wanting so bad to make him understand you. “i’ve given you more than ten chances, and each time, you’ve failed to prove that you can handle yourself. i can’t do this to myself anymore, hyuck,” you sobbed, and donghyuck shut himself up, because you used his nickname for the first time in months.

“i can’t let you break my heart over and over again, just to tape it back together with feigned regret and empty apologies.”

you had run out into the rain, and donghyuck had done nothing about it, because it had hit him that everything you said about him was true. he didn’t know how to love you right.

and that was when you’d run right in front of a moving car.

------------- present day -------------

he stares at your name, engraved on the semi-circular slab of stone.

“isn’t it funny, that i realised my mistake just as you made yours?” he chuckles, the sound hollow. dead, just like the only person he’d ever loved.

he swallows, feeling his adam’s apple bob up and down against his throat. now that you’re gone, he has no way to apologise. it occurs to him that he may still love you, and continue loving you for the rest of his life. no closure, no way to move on.

it’ll kill him someday.

he rests his forehead on the top of the cold, hard stone, shutting his eyes. a single tear slips out from under his lashes, landing on the surface of the soil beneath which you lie.

“fuck you, y/n.” his voice breaks as he says this. his heart, it beats with melancholy, aching with a hole that can never be filled. “fuck you for making me feel this way.”

he doesn’t say what he most wants to. i wish you stayed.

he remembers a time when you would bound up to him, placing a soft peck on his cheek. or when he would drag you out of bed at two in the morning to buy snacks from the convenience store nearby. your sleepy smile, the way you clinged onto his arm.

donghyuck presses his skin deeper into the rough tombstone, the sharper edges cutting into his flesh. he digs his nails into his palms, quietly acknowledging the fact that you will never do that again. he will never get to see that again.

big, fat drops of rain splatter on his back and skull, creating random rhythms. he focuses on that, drawing his thoughts away from the smarting in his chest. maybe if he removes himself from his surroundings, he might be able to meet you again.

that’s all he needs. one meeting with you.

unfortunately, the law of nature dictates the opposite. in his mind, he hears you say, “your eyes are so bright.” he wants to contradict this statement. that was your light reflecting in his pupils.

the tears come, and for the next few years, they don’t stop.

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Another idea i have this time with childe is that he had fallen out of love with reader and cant bear to tell the reader and decided to pretend he still loves them but the reader knows but still chooses to hold on because she loves him but then she saw how childe and lumine interact, it reminded her of her relationship with childe before they become a couple how they used to be so sweet and happy. So the reader just decided to end the relationship because she realized that if you truly loved someone you will let them go if that means they will be happy. ( childe didn't really cheat but he does starts to have feelings with lumine but you know cant be lumine because reader)

hi anon!!! i put a lil twist on this idea by making hanahaki disease exist in genshin. there is a perspective shift from childe to reader!

content warning: angst with no happy ending, mentions of death and blood, memory loss

word count: 1.2k

note my blog contains dark/nsfw content. minors DO NOT interact.

"Welcome to Scent of Spring, what can I get you today?”

It’s almost hilarious that the last time Childe had frequented this store, he was courting you, purchasing a bouquet each time he went to win over your heart. Others had joked that the next flowers Childe would buy were for your wedding - the customary flower ball for the married to toss into the oncoming crowd, for blessings of married life and eternity. And now, he was requesting a sorry bouquet.

Where did it go wrong? When did his thoughts start to drift to Lumine’s face and not yours? The pleasant tranquility of peace that you would bring him dulls in comparison to the electric rush that Lumine sparks in his heart, and even as he browses the store's wares, his eyes are drawn to pale yellows and whites, reminiscent of the heroine. Childe knows how to pretend, he’s Fatui after all, so the role of a loving boyfriend who just forgot their anniversary and not fallen out of love is one he can play without a fault, though he knows he’s breaking your heart with every white lie.

As the shop assistant wraps up the bouquet of pink and purple carnations, Childe’s mind drifts to thoughts of sparring with Lumine, when he could spend time with Lumine, memories with Lumine and just Lumine. It seemed like all he could ever think of was her, not even a second spared to you and when his daze is snapped by the complete bouquet, his practiced feigned charming smile sends butterflies into the assistant’s stomach, no wonder you couldn’t let go.

Childe approaches your door with the bouquet hidden behind his back, image of sweetness and not a traitor with his heart elsewhere. When he knocks, you’re at the door immediately and as his amber guilty eyes meet yours, you know. His thoughts must be on Lumine and not you, you could tell, you’ve been in love with him just too long to not know. Even as he thrusts the flowers into your shaking hands, you know that there is no love behind them, his feelings are reserved for another. You know who he pretends you are.

How can you compare to the one chosen by the stars as you stand as shaky as a leaf in Barbato’s wildest winds in front of the man you love? Perhaps the archons give you strength in that moment, gulping back your internal pleas to keep Childe by your side, you interrupt Childe before he gets to sway you with his honeyed tongue. “Childe, thank you for the flowers. Let’s.” You pause, hesitating to yourself as tears fall down into the bouquet.

“Let’s break up. You should see other people.” The tears threaten to choke you, feeling your heart break inside your chest and when you’re met with stunned silence, you gather the strength to slam the door, dropping the flowers to the floor as you begin to sob. It’s over. You’ve parted with Childe, the ghost of his once promised everlasting love and as the tears flow unrelentingly like a river, petals unfurl within your chest. Your once awaited spring with Childe have dug their roots into your lungs, bloodying your throat with agony as you hack up a garden, one Childe had planted inside you.

You’re reminded of him as the flowers of his bouquet begin to wilt, feeling your health begin to fail you. You know that despite finally letting him fade away from your life, you still treasure him beyond words and actions, having treated the flowers with care you know you can no longer give to Childe ( You repeat to yourself : He chose someone else over you. The flowers have no meaning.) What once were the beginnings of the disease, your throat’s flesh tickled by uncomfortable petals have begun to blossom into buds that make you choke in pain when trying to breathe. Sometimes, when it gets bad and your heart aches desperately for Childe’s warmth, your sink ends up rinsing blood and rotting carnations down the drain.

When you visit Bubu pharmacy, Qiqi’s soft mention of your state makes you laugh softly. How could you explain that you broke up with the love of your life? And that you’re now dying, but you did it for him. Because you love him. Baizhu’s sympathetic smile as he hands you a concoction to aid your deteriorating throat tells you that this is not the first time he’s seen this condition. Though you had never wanted to let go of these feelings, you’ve found yourself with courage in many unexpected moments recently. “Is there a cure?”

The man looks down at Qiqi who posed the innocent question that had meanings beyond the mind of a zombie child and answered in a somber tone. “Yes, but it involves cutting off your feelings for the person who made you this way forever. Sometimes, when you love someone very much Qiqi, it’s hard to do that.” Baizhu’s wisdom is like an old oak tree and his words comfort you temporarily as he speaks, though they only strike home as you’re struck by a violent coughing fit of fully fledged flowers, bloodied by the thorns scratching at your throat. As you collapse onto the floor of the pharmacy, supported by Baizhu and Qiqi, reality hits like winter to orchards, barren with the knowledge that you must decide. Your love or your life.

“Your condition is becoming critical… any longer and you will die. Will you take the surgery?” The outburst of petals, blooming as they fall from your bloody lips are a painful reminder that Childe’s moved on without you - he no longer loves you. Painfully ignoring the internal desire to keep your love for him and through blurry tears in your eyes, you accept Baizhu’s offer.

The long wilted bouquet from Childe sits by your bed as you recover from the procedure, their meanings lost to you as you tend to your health with Qiqi, whose forgetfulness only warms your days as your condition improves. “Remember me. I’ll never forget you.” Though somewhere in your heart, a part of you aches when you gaze at the vase of decaying flowers, you discard of them - they no longer hold any memory to you.

After the surgery, brighter days are imminent, smiling like a sunflower as you stroll through Liyue, Qiqi in your hand as you guide her to your appointment at Liuli Pavilion - a celebration for your complete recovery. As you pass by the glaze lilies, you pause to show Qiqi the way they sway and respond to song. With a nostalgic melody of forgotten love and marriage that brings joy, the glaze lilies dance along as you sing. Above the patch of flowers was Northland Bank and the familiar tune captures Childe’s attention, having not seen nor heard from you for weeks now as you recuperated away from his sight. A part of him feels guilt, relief and most of all regret as he hears you radiant compared to the misery he had seen you last. When he calls your name with a faux cheery “How have you been?” you only tilt your head sideways, a motion that he’s long observed to mean utter adorable confusion, and you reply, “Hello there, who are you?”

The anguish that stings Childe is well deserved despite his obliviousness to the fact the surgery had removed not only your feelings for the man but your memory of Childe completely. Perhaps it’s better this way, the two of you now no more than strangers who were once in love.

TW major character death!!! And bad writing lol

Ok ok time for angst

So masterless visions can awaken when the ambition of the previous wielder is rekindled, right? Like the electro vision of Kazuha's friend. So spare me some of your brains and think about this.

Your vision protecting your fav long after you have died.

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Diluc (anemo)

The walls that were enforced stronger than ever come crumbling down under the soft glow of your vision.

A sick, sick joke

To feel your presence again and then be deprived of it again

Diluc is no stranger to loss. When it took his father, he wasn't strong and when it came for you, he wasn't stronger still. And surrounded by the now decimated abyss hideout remains, he feels like he has failed again. Was he always fated to be the one who gets saved, one that survives? Did the archons reserve the fate of mourning solely for him?

Why him again and why through you?

Your name is only a breathy whisper as it escapes his lips. Like shore to a man drowning, he cradles the glowing teal in his hands, desperate to feel any sort of your presence again.

This was you. He could never mistake these fleeting currents for anything else. Apologies and affirmations, so much he wished he could have expressed all drown down in choked sobs.

And when the glow fades out, the winds are the only witness to his screams.

Tartaglia (pyro)

He lives for conflict, revels in it. The closer to death, more alive he feels. So imagine his surprise when a familiar burst of flame takes down the last of his enemies, just as his muscles were about to give out.

Wait, anticipation. There is no sorrow in his tone as he recognizes the searing pyro vision on the ground. It's glee, it's the excitement felt whenever you two spared. This was you. You came back.

You once promised him a battle to the death.

It's the euphoric rush he feels when he closes down on the flames, your flames that still seem reluctant to harm him. This was his promised duel? right? He knew you would never break your promise.

Bloodied hands draw out the hydro blades as he calls out your name. Your heat, your power. There was no other way that he'd rather go down.

Crimson soon fades out as your vision dies down again. His feet give out as he reaches out, face spanning a million emotions.

"no no no no NO COME BACK, YOU PROMISED ME."

Xiao (geo)

The yaksha does not require protection; he is far too experienced in combat to warrant any of it. His karmic weight is his own to bear. He shall not let the monsters trained by his karmic debt dirty his contract with Morax.

But he falls, deeper and deeper into the depths of his binds.

resentment, bloodshed, anger,

A warm hue surrounds him, glowing gold like the brightest suns and it spreads, like the wildfire that burns far too bright to put out. The gold of your vision, a flickering hope at the end of the line, becomes his guide. It's unwavering in the face of his torments, just like you were. He surrenders himself to your light and feels the pain subside.

He regains control just as your vision fades out, gold turning grey.

Strong clutch the faded vision and brings it closer to his chest. His voice uncharacteristically gentle.

"thank you"

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