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Oathkeeper

01: Omens

Diluc x Doctor!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood. Slight gore. Cursing

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.9k

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Diluc

No matter the season, the air at Dawn Winery will always carry a sweetness to it. Even now as fall has fully set in and some of the grapevines threaten to go bare early, Diluc can taste it on his tongue. It’s his first welcome as he walks the path back up to the manor.

“Hello Master Diluc,” Hartman, a newer farmer under Diluc’s employ, waves at him as he passes, carrying a shovel in his other hand. Diluc nods in return, doing the same for the other workers who greet him. Some of them also carry shovels and others are lugging sacks of soil over their shoulders. Standing near the entrance, directing them, is Tunner whose stooped shoulders straighten just a little every time he greets someone. Just like they always have since Diluc was a boy.

“Ah, welcome home Master Diluc. Did you enjoy your work at the tavern today?” Tunner says, the lines around his eyes and mouth deep and happy.

“Well enough,” Diluc smiles back a little. “It was a rather slow day, save for a few Adventurers looking for their lunch.” No Knights of Favonius, he recalls. Jean must have started cracking down on the ones who drink during the day as if they haven’t any work or assignments. Once or twice when Diluc went outside for some air he glimpsed knights on their proper patrol routes and stations. Noticeably, none of the Angel’s Share regulars came anywhere near the tavern until the end of day once he had left. As it should be.

“I see you have everyone started on mounding the vines.” Diluc looks to the farmers working around the winery. “Good, never hurts to start early.”

Tunner nods. “Correct, Young Master. Especially when it comes to preparing for winter.” He does his own once over of the area, his eyes deceptively keen for his age. Though that may be because he’s been watching and caring for these lands since before Diluc was born. “Although, you can see it all around. The coming winter will be kinder to us than most.”

“Oh?” Diluc fights with a smile, knowing the last time Tunner started talking about folktales and farmers’ omens, nobody went to bed until late into the night. “How so?”

Tunner laughs. “You may not believe in the signs Young Master, but they haven’t steered me wrong in all my years,” he assures. Keen eyes for his age indeed, Diluc muses. Tunner pulls a pouch from his belt, wrinkled fingers still deft and precise as he unties it. “You can see it on the boars, not so fat as they were last year. The onions Elzer ordered from Springvale are of thinner skin as well and finally-“ the words stall in his throat, halted by a wet, hacking cough. He drops the pouch to cover his mouth. Diluc barely catches it by the strings.

“Tunner? Are you alright?” Diluc touches his shoulder, trying to guide him to a nearby create. “Please, sit and rest,” he says and Tunner follows, pointing to the pouch as he works through his fit. Diluc nudges it open with his fingers.

“Sweet flowers?”

Tunner nods, clearing his throat twice. “Yes. Still in bloom this late into the fall. A good omen.”

“Very good if it means Jilliana will have enough to make your medicine.” Diluc points out. Tunner tries to hide it, to power through but he’s not very good at it. His age doesn’t help. “Please, Tunner. You shouldn’t be pushing yourself so much. Especially if your sickness won’t go away.”

Tunner only smiles and Diluc tries his best not to flinch at the spot of red on his teeth. “I’m alright Young Master,” he croaks. “The sisters say I just need to keep myself healthy and drink the medicine they make for me.”

“And your son?” Diluc asks, recalling seeing Guy just this afternoon by the eastern gate. “You still haven’t told him? He’s your only child, he should be taking care of his father.”

“He’s a Knight now, he has duties to fulfill. I don’t want him worrying about an old man like me.” He tries to laugh but coughs again.

Diluc frowns. “He has a duty to you,” he says, remembering when Guy used to help his father around the winery and insist on doing all the heavy work. “What work could the knights have for him more important than that?”

“It’s alright Master Diluc,” Tunner insists, taking the sweet flowers from him. “I know how much you… dislike them. But for what shortcomings they possess, the Knight of Favonius serve Monstadt well. In fact, it just so happens they’ve recruited. Guy tells me that someone is coming Monstadt to be their head doctor.”

Diluc grits his teeth. “Have they now?”

No information, from idle gossip among the sisters to the sordid affairs of the knights, escape Diluc’s eyes and ears. That said, Jean must have demanded that the matter be sealed tighter than the Favonius treasury. He’s heard tell of the recruitment of a “travelling doctor” for ages now but all Diluc’s gotten are bits and pieces. Supposedly, the new head doctor will arrive at Monstadt this month and still, all he knows is a name and a vision.

“Well I certainly hope whoever it is, they’ll be of some use,” Diluc says and it would be more than he could say for a lot of those knights. “Still Tunner, while we wait for this doctor, please pace yourself. There are plenty of younger farmers around here you can task.” He pleads and smiles when Tunner heaves a defeated sigh.

“I’ll give this to Hillie to give to Jilliana,” Diluc says, snatching the sweet flowers before Tunner can ask or protest. “Just do me a favor and call it a day. The worst winter we could possibly have is one where you aren’t well enough to be with us.”

Tunner laughs, a real one and nods. “Alright, Master Diluc. Thank you.”

Diluc nods back, heading towards the manor where Adelinde is waiting at the door. He turns, making sure Tunner is still seated on his crate while the others work around him. But as he scans the rest of the area, his expression hardens spotting telltale white and gold armor in the distance. A party of four Favonius Knights stride along the dirt path, giving Dawn Winery a wide berth as they have no doubt been instructed to do. Diluc knows for a fact that no knights patrol this close to the winery. So, the only reason they’d be passing by directly is if they were heading to the Stone Gate, the border between Monstadt and Liyue. Another endeavor Diluc knows little of. It isn’t difficult to put the pieces together from there.

“Well I’ll be damned,” he mutters to himself. “Maybe there is something to Tunner’s omens.”

Hillie tilts her head a little as he approaches. “I’m sorry? Did you say something Master Diluc?”

“Nothing. Just musing to myself.”

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When night falls, so does the rain with it. Staring out from the window of his quarters Diluc wonders if he should have asked Tunner about omens for sudden storms as well. High winds aren’t uncommon in Monstadt, especially not in the latter half of the year. But accompanied by a heavy enough rain fall and the two make for conditions less than ideal to be out in.

For Diluc, they’ll be a minor inconvenience.

“Rain...” he mutters as he sorts through his wardrobe for a thicker coat. Regardless of how heavy the fall, Diluc has his mission, but he’ll never forget the dangers that come with a downpour like this. Faces and shapes are harder to discern in the rain, the paths are more treacherous and slippery. Mud can slow you down no matter how careful your steps, no matter how much you hurry. Rain washes away tracks all too easily. And Diluc will never forget how quickly and cleanly it also washes away blood.

Like it never happened.

He draws in a breath, willing darker memories away from the forefront of his mind as he slips his arms through an old hunting jacket. “If only it could cl-“

A bang jolts him. Thunder? But there wasn’t a flash. More follow, booming thumps in quick succession. His quarters are at the far end of the Ragvindr manor, on the second floor. But whoever’s knocking, pounding, on the front doors are desperate enough to slam up against the solid oak over and over to get the attention of whoever’s inside. The clang of the hinges beginning to give rush Diluc into action. It’s no surprise it also rouses others in the manor.

One of the maids, still dressed in her night clothes and a robe, is throwing the door open before he’s even out. “Hello?! Who is that making a ruckus at such an hou-oh! Oh archons’ grace!”

The view of the entrance is obscured by the balcony and Diluc can’t see who’s standing in the doorway, but he recognizes the voice in an instant.

“Help! People hurt! Need healing!”

Diluc’s feet pound on the hardwood, darting around the corners of the balcony and almost jumping over the railing. “Razor?”

Razor finds him in the dark. Their only light is the candle in the maid’s hand and the dim glow of the Vision at Diluc’s belt. But everything is clear enough. “Diluc!” Razor pants, his chest heaving, his clothes and hair dripping wet. Razor grunts as he struggles to hold up the shivering, blood and rain-soaked man wrapped in his coat. “He is cold! Won’t make it to the city!”

Diluc rushes down the steps. “Get a fire going!” he commands, rushing to take the injured man. Razor follows, his legs shaky and he’s struggling to catch his breath but he stays on his feet peering out into the rain through the doorway. Diluc glances at him as he sets the knight down by the fireplace. “Hillie, the fire. Did you run all the way here?”

“Yes.” Razor pants. “From the water.”

The injured knight trembles and whimpers. Hillie’s hands shake almost as badly as she tries and fails to spark the iron and flint. “Step back Hillie.” It’s her only warning before a ball of red-hot flame ignites in Diluc’s palm and he lobs it into the fireplace. “What happened? Were they attacked?”

“Hillichurls.” Razor nods, kneeling beside Diluc and the Knight. “Lots of them with big ones and Abyss Mages on the road. I could smell it from Wolvendom. Blood.”

Diluc scowls. Of course, there were Abyss Mages. Of course, knights like the ones he saw traversing the road earlier that afternoon were no match for them. Diluc glances at the young man on his floor. “You were smart, bringing him here but I don’t know how much we can do for him.” Grabbing Razor’s coat, Diluc prepares himself to shield him from Hillie’s wide, terrified gaze but is left just as dumbfounded as her. The bandages around his chest are damp but they’re not getting any bloodier. Diluc leans in a little and the man’s breathing is clear and equal. While his lips are still pale, being near the fire has stopped his shivering. “He’s-“

“Okay. For now.” Razor says, wiping away some of the blood from the young knight’s face. All that red had made it look worse than it actually was. “Razor was told to find a place that is safe, warm.”

“By the other Knights?”

Razor shakes his head. “Not not knight. They are with the Knights. They are coming here. A healer.”

“Healer.” Diluc’s brows furrow. “The Doctor?”

“Yes! Doc-tor! They are coming here. Bringing more wounded.”

More. Diluc can see by the crest on his belt that the young knight at his feet is newer and of a lower rank, sent because no one ever expected they’d encounter anything on the road. He thinks back and remembers all four were the same. How many of them got hurt tonight because they were so unprepared?

“M-master Diluc!”

They turn to Hillie who’s lips quiver, pointing at three figures running through the rain up the path. Two of them carrying something between them. Someone, wrapped in a blue cloak. Once again, Diluc hears the voice before he sees who speaks.

“Make room! A bench, a cot, anything!”

Diluc turns. “Clear the table!” He says, grabbing papers and books and setting them on the floor. Hillie does the same for the inkwells and quills. “Here!” he calls, turning right as you rush in, trailing blood and rainwater across his carpet. You walk right past him hauling a heavy trunk and setting it down on one of the chairs.

“There’s not much time. This one’s barely holding on,” you say, unlatching the trunk and Diluc gets a glimpse of steel and glass before Hillie’s scream tears his eyes away. Diluc’s stomach churns. The two Knights had used every ounce of their strength and will to not jostle their wounded comrade on the bamboo stretcher, but they moved him enough for the blue cloak covering him to fall away and reveal the gashes in his chest and the icicle shards embedded in his stomach. Water and blood run from them onto the table, pooling under the Knight. You pay none of them any mind, pulling tools from your trunk and placing them on a tray you set on the table.

“Oh my gods, oh my gods!” Hillie gasps, dropping one of the inkwells in her arms. “That’s so much- s-so much blood! Is he going to be alright?!”

You don’t even glance at her. “He will be.”

“But the blood! He’s dying!”

“Not while he’s on my operating table,” You say, finally tearing your gaze away, but your hands are still busy pulling vials and tubes from your trunk. “Look at me. I understand if you’re disturbed but you need to be calm. If you’re going to help, I need you to be calm. Otherwise, I’m going to need you to leave.”

Hillie stares, shaking in her robe. “I-“

“Now.” You focus back onto the injured knight, uncorking a vial of clear liquid and pouring it out onto your hand. Instead of spilling through your fingers it condenses, forming into shapeless haze hovering above your palm. At your belt, a Hydro Vision comes alight, dimming to a soft glow as you let the little cloud darkens, taking all the dirt and blood off your hands. “I won’t ask again, miss.”

“Hillie, go wake Adelinde please,” Diluc speaks up, putting his hand on her shoulder. She jolts but nods in understanding when she meets his eyes. Her first steps towards the door are shaky but she manages to hurry to the maid’s quarters, calling out for Adelinde.

“You two.” You look to the last Knights as you pull your palm away from the mist, letting it hang in mid-air. They don’t look hurt, save for a few bruises and a nasty cut on the brow of one but otherwise they’re unharmed. “Whichever one of you still has the energy. Get to Monstadt, tell them about what happened and have them prepare beds.”

One of them, a lanky, young blonde man steps forward. He’s missing both his pauldrons and one of his bracers but his eyes are resolute. “I can go.”

“Good. Go. Take the safest path you can,” You give him a stern look. “The safest, you hear me? No one else is getting hurt tonight.”

The knight nods, saluting to you. He casts worried glances at his friends on the table and by the fireplace before rushing out the door. Razor, jumps to his feet, the urgency reigniting him. “You need Razor? What can I do?”

“You’ve done so much already,” you say to him, looking past him to the knight by the fireplace whose face is beginning to color again. Then you look to the last Knight, who’s collapsed onto the floor on his backside. “But all three of you should get out of those wet clothes and warmed up fast.”

“I can do that.”

You turn and a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes is already coming around your operating table to the Knight by the fireplace. “Will one of the guest rooms upstairs suffice Master Diluc?”

“Yes. Give them some of my spare clothes if you must.” Diluc begins to make his way over to the fireplace, but you stop him.

“My apologies Master Ragnvindr,” You say, grabbing a pair of shears and cutting through the knight’s undershirt. You peel the shreds away and Diluc is glad now that Hillie didn’t see the worst of it. Diluc recognizes wounds that could scar deeply. The knight shivers and the shards shift, they rise and fall as he breathes. Despite the grisly sight, your voice is even. “If I could please have you stay and get your assistance here?”

He approaches the table. “What do you need from me, Doctor?”

“Your vision.” You nod to the glow at his hip. You pick the vapor out of the air again, this time sweeping it over your patient’s body. Blood and dirt dye it dark red, cleaning the knight enough for Diluc to see how closely one of the icicles is buried in his ribs, mere inches away from his heart. “He fell into the lake before he got blasted by a cryo mage.”

Diluc nods, “He’ll die of the cold before you could get all of those out of him.” He peels his glove off, rubbing his hands together. His palms and fingers flush with heat.

“As close as you can get to the torso, please. Just keep them away from the shards,” you say as you gather the blood mist with a wave and let it fall, draining red into a tray. Diluc hovers his hands above the knight’s shoulders, allowing the heat to seep into the man’s pale skin. His shivering lessens but the icicles in his body begin to sweat. You gesture at him. “Turn it down a little please, the last thing we need is to melt water into his body.”

Diluc follows.

“Good.”

You pull one of the icicles right out of the knight’s stomach. Diluc gasps a little, not as much as the knight and not as loud as when you pull out another. After that it’s as if Diluc isn’t even there. He is reduced to being a heat lamp as you move his hands to where you need them and the contrast of the coolness of your skin on his heated palms make steam curl up into the air. Your hands are a flurry of movement, raining red into the tray and cleaning the wounds you pull more shards from. It makes Diluc’s stomach curl a little, seeing bits of flesh rip away with one of the icicles. You curse and out of the moist air, condense moe mist that glows a faint blue. You hover it above the wound and let it rain and the skin heals, but you pull it away before the wound closes. You murmur to yourself. “Come on, Garret. Work with me here.”

Garret. Diluc had just been calling him “the knight”.

You are more cautious then. Moving Diluc’s hands close to warm up the skin around the shards before pulling, then drawing the water out of his wounds into more dark, bloody mist drifting around his foyer.

Diluc’s arms have long gone numb before you finally tell him he can stop with a curt nod and a thank you. Diluc takes the dismissal. He may have a stronger stomach than most but even he can’t watch as you cut the knight open to look at the damage to his insides. He sits back in one of the chairs, turned away from the table, trying to massage the feeling back into his shoulders. You ignore him. At some point Razor comes back downstairs, dressed in some of Diluc’s old clothes and asks if he can help. Diluc tells him he can go back up. Razor refuses and sits by the fireplace.

Diluc almost nods off at some point. Razor goes under completely, curling up on the carpet but Diluc fights it off long enough to hear you let out a deep, relieved sigh. Diluc forces his eyes up and looks back as you are cutting the last suture. You pull your hands away from the knight’s, from Garret’s, body and look around. You find Diluc still sitting there and you startle. Your eyes dart back and forth between him and then Razor, asleep by the fireplace. “...your coat. Please.”

It takes him a moment but Diluc comes to his senses and sheds the old hunting jacket, handing it over. Before you cover Garret up Diluc catches a glimpse of a miracle. The knight’s torso was clean, the deep wounds already scarred over or gone, save for the incision going up his left side held together by big, ugly but clean stitches. Even covered, the steady rise and fall of Garret’s chest is obvious. His breathing is a little shallow but clear and equal. You put your hand on his forehead, murmuring something too low for Diluc to catch. Then you pull away.

“Fuck.”

You collapse onto the carpet, leaning back against one of the table’s legs.

Diluc pushes one of the chairs nearer. “Please. Sit.”

You shake your head with a laugh. “Can’t really get up right now. Thank you, though.” You tip your head back, eyes sliding shut as you let the light of dawn flooding in from the window soak into your haggard skin. Diluc turns, staring back at the rising sun, realizing that the rain, and with it the night, had passed in a blink. It must have been forever for you and never once had you shown any sign of tiring all throughout. But now you are just as out of breath as he would be after a long, hard-fought battle. You glance over to the fireplace in the foyer, taking in Razor curled up nearby to stay warm. “I have a lot to thank you and him for,” you chuckle but it’s more of a huff.

“He led you here.”

“Yeah and I thought he was fucking crazy. I thought,” you laugh a little, “I thought I was going to have to fight some rich asshole for a space in his basement again.” Diluc can’t help his curious stare. Watching you give orders and work for hours straight then hearing you laugh and jest is jarring. You smile, beaming at him like the dawn. “Thank you Master Ragnvindr, for helping me save their lives.”

Diluc blinks. He opens his mouth to speak.

“Doctor!”

Razor peeks out from behind a couch, leaping over to get to you. “You are done? Knight is safe?”

“Yeah kid, he’s going to be just fine, thanks to you.” You reach over and pat Razor on the head, smiling just as brightly.

Razor grins. “And you? You are okay? Everyone is okay?”

“All good.”

“Everyone is okay!” Razor nods, smiling at you then at Diluc. “I am glad!”

“So am I,” you laugh, reaching down to a skein around your waist. “No one’s dying any time soon.”

There’s a sureness in your voice that has the back of Diluc’s mind tingling and his chest aching.

“Not while I’ve got them.”

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a cunning contract (ayato)

2.2k words, Modern Teyvat + Demon AU, slight humor/slice of life urban fantasy

tw: demons (custom-built fantasy ones, not meant to refer to any particular folklore irl), implications / mentions of reader having some financial difficulties, slight mention reader neglecting their health for academics, blood mention, mention of reader getting death threats... i swear this is still a comedy just wanna be careful

Out of all the iterations of Teyvat, there is one where you exist. In your Teyvat, seven nations are ruled not by Archons, but by humans. Vision-bearers are little more than mythology. The elemental power structure that ruled every other Teyvat exists here as this Teyvat's spiritual underbelly. A Vision is not a gift from the gods, but is the heart of every demon's power.

Tonight, it is quiet. Students of the Akademiya tend to stay up late to study, but even this hour is too late for them. You're the only one awake in the dorm building – of this, you are confident that you don't bother hiding the materials laid before you.

A pattern drawn in chalk. A bag of various materials. Three circles to place them in. Which materials you place would determine — if successful — what you summon.

You check the time. The moon is about to reach its peak; there is no time to waste. You pick out the core material, an ancient gem, then the satellite three. 

You were very careful with the entire process, even going so far as to decorate your room in relaxing, light blue finery – well, as much finery as an Akademiya student can afford on loan. After all, you wanted nothing but the best for the demon known as Kamisato.

You gulp. There are stories, mostly from your Inazuman colleagues, about Kamisato: a gentle demon with a smile as pure as springwater and eyes like the reflection of the moon. A demon proficient in arts, culture, and Inazuman history will be invaluable to your thesis on the genealogy of Inazuman nobility. You can only hope that the tea you've prepared would compensate for the demon's work… even if it is store-bought boba tea from a buy-one take-one discount.

Before you can take it back, you place the three materials around the circle, then recite the ancient language that you've so closely studied in the months leading up to this moment.

"...come forth, Grus Nivis!"

The room trembles. Blue mist swirls up from the circle and envelops you, so thick that you can't even see the ends of your narrow dormitory. It is cold, just as you were warned, and while the air isn't icy, the dread that fills you chills your blood.

Despite the cold, you make sure to keep your head bowed in respect, even as you feel the presence of the demon materializing before you.

With a solemn voice, you say, "Greetings, Grus Nivis. Thank you for hearing out my humble request."

The demon remains silent, but you feel urged to continue.

"Ancient records note you as a master of Inazuman culture," you explain. "Your grace lets you dance across a pond's surface without even a ripple. Your beauty outshines the sparkling snow and stars. You are peerless in the arts and a guardian of festivities. Kamisato Ayaka, I humbly request–"

"Oh, dear…" The demon cuts in. "You seem to have been expecting someone other than me."

"Huh?" You look up on instinct. "Wait, you are–"

You were expecting a demon maiden: the Crane Princess, with hair of summer skies and the beauty of fresh snow. The gentle Kamisato Ayaka, a lady from days of Inazuman past that had transformed into a demon from her desire to share the joys of the Inazuman festivals.

This demon before you… is not Kamisato Ayaka. He is as tall and slender as the lilies with the elegance of the mountain stream. He is dressed in fine white and purple silks and has the bearing of a prince. His keen, unreadable gaze rests on you.

Your mouth dries. You tremble. "Who… who are you?"

The demon smiles: pretty, yes, but eerie too.

"You may know me as Cypressus Custos."

Fear rushes through your veins. You've been warned numerous times by your colleagues against contacting Cypressus Custos. No demon has been more cunning and ruthlessly charming as him, except maybe Divina Vulpes, and he is known to have left broken kingdoms in his wake.

"I- I don't understand," you say. "I was trying to summon Grus Nivis. I did everything right. How–"

The demon shakes his head, his smile never fading. "Ah, ah, ah. Look at your circle again."

You dare to look away from him and glance down at your circle. Sakura blossoms, shivada jade, and repudiation dew, just as the book said.

As if he can tell what you're thinking, he says, "That is lazurite, bloodling. And my dear sister Ayaka prefers machine parts to repudiation dew, though I know not what she uses those things for."

You curse. Maybe those all-nighters are affecting you more than you think. But you realize something about what the demon just said.

"Did… did you just call me a 'bloodling'?"

He waves it off. "You mortal creatures are uniquely dependent on flesh. Not like us demons that exist outside the material realm."

"I have a name, you know." You glare up at the demon. "It's–"

You bite your tongue. Never give your name to a demon.

There's a cunning glint in his eyes just as you silence yourself. He rests an elegant finger on his chin. He was definitely tricking you into giving him your name.

You shake your head. "Whatever, demon, you can call me a bloodling."

This time, it's his turn to frown. "Did I not tell you that I am called Cypressus Custos?"

"Unlike your sister's, your name is a mouthful. I'm not using that."

He laughs; sparkling and bright, but chilling all the same. "I suppose it's fair. The human languages have evolved too quickly from the Original Tongue. Very well, allow me to reintroduce myself."

He gives a flourishing bow. "I am the one they call Cypressus Custos, demon of Azure Elegance. My whispers have ruined the greatest of humans. I can make a feather bring a palace to ruin. In my waking life, I was Kamisato Ayato of Inazuma, Yashiro Lord and master of the Shuumatsuban. You may call me 'Ayato.'"

When he straightens up, he regards you with a foxlike smirk. "What shall it be, bloodling? Do you wish to ruin the tyrants of your age? Or relish above your peers as you puppeteer their every move, clashing them against each other until you stand alone at the top? I assure you, even the heavens have crumbled at my touch. Or do you have more typical desires, like wealth and beauty?"

He briefly glances you over. "Though I believe that you are already wealthy in good looks."

You sigh as you rub the exhaustion out of your eyes. Great, so other than being a dangerously cunning demon, he's also chatty.

"Just… can you help me with my paper?"

For once, Ayato is thrown for a loop. He blinks.

"Excuse me?" He asks.

"It's on analyzing the genealogical background of the current Inazuman prime minister and the underlying aristocracy that plagues our democratic government as a possible reflection of the overarching oligarchy. I've gotten death threats already and people are calling my research 'unpatriotic,' but I'm more afraid of my thesis advisor than them or an actual demon."

Without thinking, you hand him a manuscript of your work so far, and to his credit, Ayato looks it over as you elaborate on the details of your thesis.

"If you refer to this related study, for example, this scholar argues that historical nepotism carries on in our government because of the concept of family alliances that remains strong in Inazuma. I personally disagree with that explanation, but many other studies have argued for the same result, just with slightly different angles."

Ayato hums. "The argument has its merits, but it doesn't quite capture my personal experience with Inazuman politics."

You nod enthusiastically. "Exactly! Every single article has something right, but the topic is sorely lacking in a comprehensive analysis that brings all those somethings together. But because of the Tenshukaku Fire after the third civil war–"

"Most knowledge on medieval Inazuman politics was lost," Ayato fills in.

"Which is why I need you–"

"To be your source?" 

You pause. "No, I can't have just one source. But I need your help in pointing me towards multiple sources. You've watched Inazuma for a long time. Surely you know where everything goes."

"I am a demon, you know. I could simply grant you infinite knowledge, or call down a revelation from Celestia."

"Divine knowledge isn't peer-reviewed."

Ayato looks at your manuscript for a long and silent minute, his expression unreadable. He sips the boba tea you got him with little more than a pleased hum.

You almost forget that you're talking to a demon until you notice the Hydro sigil in his irises. Then you wonder why you can see his irises, and you realize that he's sitting on the floor with you, close enough that you can smell his camellia perfume.

You're smart enough to admit that Ayato is beautiful, even for a demon that is, as a species, expected to attract foolish mortals to their doom. The beauty mark is cute. So is the stubborn lock of hair that hangs over his face. Not to mention that you've always secretly adored the unusual hair colors that demons can wear.

At last, Ayato stops reading and turns to you. "Many have attempted to summon me. The few that I bothered with always asked for the very luxuries that I offered you: grand requests, burning with ambition, but I always made fools of them in the end. Never have I heard such a request as foolishly plain as yours before."

You wince. It's not as if you intended to call upon the wrong demon. Grus Nivis wouldn't have treated you like this. She'd be cuter, too.

He flashes you a razor-sharp smile. "Very well. Here is my offer: I will work with you by directing you towards sources that I find most helpful for this specific paper. Our contract ends when your paper is published, a process that I will do my utmost to make as swift as possible while improving the quality of your work. I will not harm you, so long as you do not knowingly attempt to harm me. I will not attempt to deceive or lie to you, and present only what I believe to be the truth."

A sparkle of light appears in his hands, which forms into a flowing contract. You take the contract and inspect it closely for any tricks, and find none.

"Oh," Ayato interrupts you. "One more thing. I would like more of this strange tea."

He wiggles the empty boba cup in his hand. Well, it only costs ten Mora – not like you'll tell the ex-aristocrat demon.

"Sure. Do I sign this with my blood or…?"

"If you can't sign with blood, red pen is fine."

You take out your red Stobilo pen and screw your eyes shut. To think that you'll cast your lot with a demon over a thesis, of all things.

You force yourself to sign the contract, then it disappears with a flash of light.

Ayato claps his hands together once. "And that is that. I look forward to working with you, strange bloodling."

He is smiling, as always, but there's something less demonic about his expression now. Undeniably mischievous, but without the foreboding and otherworldly malice. You might dare see him as just a weird human.

Even without signing your name in blood, you start to feel woozy. "Uh… sure. I'll just go now. Are… are you using demon magic on me?"

"No."

"Are you lying?" You need to lie down.

"I am sworn to not lie. I believe, however, that you are in sore need of sleep. There's dust collecting on your… bed."

He says the last word with pity and sighs. 

"Allow me." He snaps his fingers. 

Suddenly, your bedsheets are perfectly-arranged and clean. When you look around, you realize that the rest of your room is completely tidy.

You turn back to Ayato, who looks a little too pleased with himself.

"Thoma has taught me well. I should even be able to cook you dinner now," he says.

"Demons can cook?"

"Have you not heard of Trulla, or Mao Xiangling? My servant, Thoma, can also cook wonderful dishes from the human realm. He has been teaching my sister and I how to cook."

Something tells you that if there's anything else you shouldn't trust Ayato with, it's the kitchen. But you shrug anyways.

"Suit yourself."

You climb into bed, starting to ignore the fact that a reputably dangerous demon is in your home, and snuggle into the magically-laundered sheets. There's a faint floral scent to the pillows that lull you further into sleep. Somewhere across your tiny dormitory, Ayato is poking through your pitiful fridge for anything other than energy drinks and snacks.

Sometimes, you hear him snap his fingers. You'll later learn that Ayato has taken the liberty of stocking your fridge with impossibly expensive ingredients. You will also come to learn how to quickly consume five bottles of top-shelf rice wine, and how to dress up "to intimidate your rivals," as Ayato helpfully suggests. Soon, you will embark on an academic adventure across Teyvat, tracing back long-gone years of Inazuman history alongside a mischeivous and frustratingly charming demon.

For now, however, you've got a couple weeks' worth of sleep to catch up on. You hear Ayato humming a gentle melody that evokes the cry of a heron ringing across the mountains. It's an unusually sweet song coming from someone like him, and it finally pulls you off to the land of dreams.

Notes:

1. The demon names are just the constellation names. A quick rundown: Grus Nivis is Ayaka, Cypressus Custos is Ayato, Divina Vulpes is Yae Miko, and Trulla is Xiangling (according to the Wiki, her full name is Mao Xiangling).

2. Modern times in an alternate Teyvat, or at least, modern enough to have a fridge. I personally imagined that your dormitory still has some medieval fantasy Sumeru vibes because the Akademiya is fancy, but you also have some beat-up secondhand electronics. Even the Stobilo pen is my Teyvat-knockoff Stabilo.

3. You can either interpret Reader as genuinely having a bit of a difficulty with money or just really frugal. I've met both kinds of people in real life.

4. Yeah, the summoning materials are just the ascension mats. How Reader acquired those materials in a supposedly modern Teyvat? I'll leave that to your interpretation.

5. If I follow through with sequels (not for Ayato, but just expanding the AU concept), then I'll inject some worldbuilding for this AU.

6. Ayato was humming the Ayaka/Kamisato estate theme.

bitter

pairing: kamisato ayato x f!reader

wc: 3k

genre: angst

summary: where you are in an arranged marriage with him and you rarely ever see him

warning: somewhat traditional housewife roles, negative thoughts

What a cruel fate it was, to fall in love with a man who neither loves or hates you.

To spend long, cold nights alone. A large, indifferent room divided by two separate futons.

You knew that your husband was a busy man. He worked all night, barely resting during the day, and every time you’ve caught glimpse of his office, there was always a huge mess laying around on his desk. But having been married to him for such a long time, you felt that the distance between you two grew longer and longer every day.

In the morning, you would greet him with the biggest smile you could muster. He would greet you back with the same gentle smile everyday. At this point, you knew what his real smile looked like. You don’t recall when the last time he’s ever given you one.

If Miss Ayaka and Thoma were busy, and you dined alone with your husband, the table would be silent. You didn’t know what to say, and he’d also be reading over papers while eating, so you were afraid to disturb him. If the two were present, or if there were any other guests, Ayato would be more active in the conversation, joking lightheartedly and appearing like he was actually enjoying himself.

This man did not treat you unkindly despite having these feelings that lurked in your chest. In fact, it was the opposite. He was a true gentleman every time you interacted with him. He would open the door for you while you two walked together. He would pull out the chair when you wanted to sit. He would hold your hand and escort you to any event, or if you were getting on/off a carriage.

But it was all superficial. It felt like he was forcing himself to do these actions for you. You couldn’t even tell what his intentions are for doing so. You couldn’t tell if he just disliked you, disliked this arranged marriage, or if he just wanted people to see what a loving husband he was, that everything was okay right now even though it really wasn’t.

From touchless nights to meaningless small talk, your heart ached at the thought of everything. You don’t ever recall the last time he’s kissed you on the lips in private. You don’t recall the last time he’s ever opened up to you about the depths of his heart, from the things that scared him the most, to the things that has made him truly happy.

And while you know that a relationship thrives off of communication, you couldn’t help but feel scared. You were scared that the man in front of you would grow even colder, shutting off the depths of his heart forever, pushing you away if you were to ever confront him. Maybe he’d even take it to an extreme and call off the marriage with you, telling you that he never loved you, as this was really only an arrangement between your two families. Maybe he was in love with someone else prior to this marriage, and he has only reserved his heart for them all of these years.

You have seen his darker sides. He doesn’t think that anyone has noticed, but you have. You were always watching him, after all.

A more mischievous side of him existed deep down in there, a certain sly foxiness that could even rival Guuji Yae herself. Sometimes, it would scare you to see that forced smile on his face as if what lingered in his mind were true thoughts darker than what he had initially led on.

But despite his flaws, despite the mask he constantly wore around, you loved him. You loved him so much it hurt. You loved how he cared for people despite them being complete strangers to him. You loved his gentle smile as he holds your hand so tenderly when you accidentally trip. How could a man be so kind, yet so cruel to your heart?

And even as you laid in bed most nights alone, shedding tears as if you were the dark side of the crystal moon longing for the light of the sun, you still loved him regardless.

You were in your futon all alone as of this moment, staring at the ceiling. The room was pitch black and silent, other than the occasional sounds of the residual droplets from the passing rain. Ayato would never let you rest in a room that was cold, so the temperature was heated comfortably, yet you couldn’t help but bundle yourself up under the covers even more.

It was cold without him. You didn’t even realize when the last time he had actually went to bed in this room you both allegedly shared.

But it didn’t matter anyways because his futon laid far away from yours.

Your own husband wouldn’t even come near you when you’re together in the same room. You didn’t know if he just wanted to be respectful as a formality between husband and wife, or if he is repulsed by being in the same vicinity as you, but it hurt regardless.

You sighed as you covered your face with the blanket, trying to get rid of these harboring thoughts. It was no use, no matter what you did, you couldn’t stop thinking about your relationship with him every single night. He is what plagues your mind at night, like a thorn lodged deep in a fingertip. It was only soon that will you be bleeding out your love for him.

How could you make a scene about all of this anyways? You've seen how hard he works. You knew that everything he does, it was for the sake of protecting his family and home. Who were you to complain about how busy he was? That was another reason why you continued to keep silent. You thought that your worries meant nothing compared to his own.

Your mind was racing a mile per minute, and you knew you weren't able to get any sleep like this. You get up and out of your futon as you decide to go for a stroll around the estate. The guards protected the outside and prevented from anybody from coming in. As long as you walked around inside, there should be no problem with you strolling the corridors, so long as you remained quiet.

Lighting up a candle, you started meandering through the halls, your footsteps nearly silent with no goal or destination in mind. You didn't even realize your feet had automatically taken you to the doors of his office, the same door that you have stared at many times, knowing that your husband was in there, but you had no reason or courage to open. You see the dimly lit light through the translucent paper sheets, and you knew that tonight was going to be another long night with no rest for him.

You sighed, not remembering the last time you had been in his office, and you were about to step away, but the door suddenly slides open rather violently. You flinch in shock because you didn’t expect for anything to happen, as he usually never notices you there.

"Who is there?" He said in a serious tone, and you were finally greeted by the man who plagued your every thought and dreams. His hand laid on the hilt of his sword, almost as if was ready to strike down any intruder who was lurking in the shadows. But instead of drawing his sword, he blinked a few times, realizing it was just you who stood there. He instantly let go of the sword and his expression relaxed a bit, although his eyebrows were furrowed slightly to show confusion. "Y/n? What are you doing here? It is almost 2am right now."

His presence stunned you for a second before you snapped out of the current awe-struck daze you were in. It had been quite a while since you've seen his face. He was rarely home anymore, but when he was, he would be holed up in his office. You only ever see him to greet him when he returned back home, and sometimes when he leaves, as he had a habit of sneaking out secretly every so often.

"Oh." You were flustered at this unexpected situation. "I had trouble sleeping, so I decided to go for a walk..."

"Is something troubling you?" He asked in concern. "If it is work-related with the household, then I know Ayaka would be happy to give you a hand.”

"It's not that..." You shook your head. You didn't want him to worry about you, so you tell him a small lie. "It's just one of those nights..."

"I see."

"Have you been faring well?" You then asked him.

He gave you a small, gentle smile, but you have seen this many times. It was one of the masks he wore when he wasn’t telling the truth.

"I've been doing alright," he replied. Anybody would've believed him, as he would never appear disheveled in front of anybody, but from the way his eyes had a slight dark tint underneath them and the mess that apparently was his desk with papers and pens strewn everywhere, you knew that he was far from so. "I was actually looking to take a break soon from my paperwork. Since you probably will be up for a little bit, would you care to join me?"

An invitation from him was rare, and you immediately jumped ship. You nodded. "Let me go prepare some tea."

"Oh, there's no need to do that."

"Nonsense," you gave him a reassuring smile, knowing what he was going to say. He was so considerate as always, not wanting to trouble you. "It will only be a few.

You start to walk down the hall to head to the kitchen, but you were surprised to hear footsteps behind you. Before you knew it, Ayato was walking beside you, and you could hear your heart thumping in your chest.

"Ayato?" You questioned.

It was dim, as the candle was the only thing that lit the dark halls, so you can barely make out his expression.

"I'll tag along with you then." He said softly, as to not wake anybody else up. "It will be a good change of pace from being stuck in my office all night."

To you, he was so hard to read at times. If he was accompanying you, he surely must have his reasons, as he had never used any of his personal time on you before. He only accompanied you outside when he had a special meeting at an event that required for both spouses to arrive. Those were the only times when he was somewhat affectionate. That was why you were nervous when he decided to come along with you, thinking he had an ulterior motive like he usual does. But a small, small part of you hoped that it was something else; that he wanted to join you because he missed you and wanted to just idly chat.

You stepped into the kitchen and then lit a brighter lantern to illuminate the room using your own candle. But before you could do anything else, you see Ayato's hand push a portion of your hair aside. You couldn't help but feel your cheeks heat up at the action, your eyes making its way towards him now that you were able to see his face.

He wore a gentle smile on his face as he looked down at you tenderly. A rare expression indeed, you’ve only noted him to give this look to Ayaka. It made your heart hurt a little as it thumped away in your chest, feeling like you could soar to the moon and never come back.

"Your hair was getting close to the flames, so I didn't want it to burn,” he explained.

"Oh..." You didn't know what else you could say. "Thank you..."

With that, you started boiling the kettle of water, your body moving to find tea leaves. Ayato watches on without speaking a word, and you two drift into a somewhat lulling silence.

As you prepare your leaves, Ayato interrupts the silence no sooner than later.

“There’s another event that the Kanjou Commission is hosting,” he replied. There it was. He needed you to attend another political event with him. You were once so naive to think that he would actually spend time with you just because he wanted to. You knew he hated small talk and would rather get straight to the point, in which he did just do so. “I was hoping you wouldn’t mind attending it with me.

Of course you didn’t mind, if it meant that you would be spending more time with him. But even if you did expect for this, you were still disappointed.

“Sure. When will it be?”

“In two months. They’re hosting a party event to discuss upcoming financial plans for the winter.”

You nodded, your hands a little rougher than usual as you crushed up the dried tea leaves in the mortar. Usually you would hide your emotions well, but it definitely showed in the way you pounded at the leaves.

If Ayato had noticed your switch in moods, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he went over to the cabinet to grab two cups for the tea.

“I appreciate it. Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you.”

Another blatant lie fueled only by courtesy. He always says this whenever you did a favor for him. If you were to truly ask for a favor, he would have Thoma somehow fulfill it, or he would say that he was too busy to do it himself, and that he would make it up later. He would send a gift, picked out by either Thoma or Ayaka of course, to later apologize for not fulfilling your promise.

And although it has only happened four or five times before you’d stop asking him for favors, knowing that he was too busy to fulfill them, it still left a bitter feeling within you.

You felt that it was selfish for you to feel this way. You knew that he had lost his parents at a young age, having to resume the role as the leader of the Yashiro Commission and head of the Kamisato Clan very early in life. You thought it wasn’t right for you to feel bitter about small things like this. Yet, as you glanced at the man in front of you, who barely looked at you and instead stared at the bright full moon outside, your heart ached at this solemn expression— one that loomed with fatigue and tiredness.

Maybe what you truly longed for was his happiness. Maybe you wanted to share that happiness with him, although you knew it would be a long shot. So long as he was the head of the Yashiro Commission, the leader of the Shuumatsuban, there will always be a distance between you two, as he prioritized things differently from any other typical person. Even though he was in the same room as you right now, as the moon peaked through the small window, the cicadas singing in the distance, he still looked as alone as ever. Like there was an unmeasurable length between you two, and you were too afraid to cross it, in fear that you would never be able to reach him.

The kettle soon starts to heat up, and you take it off the flame to start steeping the tea leaves. A few minutes of silence passed, and you wondered if he was going to leave immediately after he finished his tea. It was still hot, so you did have a couple more minutes left with him, right?

You poured the tea carefully in the cup and then proceeded to hand it over to him.

“It’s hot, so be careful.”

“Thank you,” he smiled at you and graciously accepted the tea. He picks it up to his lips, blowing it a few times as he inhaled the scent. “This smells like a different type of tea than the one you served at the event the other day.”

You remembered that event. You were attending a birthday party for an old couple who were close friends with the Kamisato’s. You brewed that tea with extra care, knowing that Ayato was going to drink it on that very occasion.

“It was truly delicious,” he complimented and you felt your heart soar at his words once more. “I know I never said this, but it was one of my favorite hot teas.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” I smiled, making note to remember that information. “This one is brewed helps with stress and calms the mind.”

He took a sip once the tea is cooled down a bit more. “I can see how this one can have that effect. It’s a very mild, but calming flavor. It’s a good choice for you to brew this, since it will probably help you sleep.”

Actually, you had brewed it for him, so that he wouldn’t stress so much, but you held your tongue back. Instead, you took a sip of the hot tea, trying to match his pace so that you both could finish at the same time.

“I hope you like it,” you instead said.

“I do enjoy it quite a bit,” he replied with a small smile on his face. “I will take it to my office and savor it. I appreciate you willing to spend time with me.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

“I hope you get some sleep soon, and try not to stay awake for too long,” your husband states. “Please pardon me, I must return to my work.”

You forced out a smile in return, knowing he had cut his time off with you short on purpose.

“Have a good night, Ayato.”

He gave a small nod as he walked out with the tea in his hand. You wait for the door to fully shut before you leaned on the counter with your back.

He didn't even wait to finish the tea before he left. He just went straight to the point.

Your hands gripped the ceramic tea cup tightly. It felt like if you had held it tight enough, it would shatter and break, scalding your skin like the way your husband did just now.

Your tears dripped into the tea, the salty solution messing with the delicate taste of the drink as you sipped it, not wanting to waste it. What was once a calming, smooth taste was now bitter.

So, so bitter.

It was another cruel, lonely night that awaited you.

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Imagine the reader just taking a nap on Thomas lap AUGHHHH

lap naps with thoma drabble

a/n: anon I love this so much, napping on the walking green flag / portable furnance / boyfriend malewife material is on my bucket list

note: making the reader a ditzy simp because it's funnier that way.

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"Um your holiness, not to question your actions or anything, but are you... sure this is okay?" Thoma questions, looking down on you as your head rests on his lap.

"Of course it is! Why wouldn't it be?" You chirp happily, turning to snuggle your face on his abdomen. His breath hitches as he nervously looks to the side where his masters are watching from afar.

Unbeknownst to you, Ayaka jealously looks on with her doe eyes while Ayato throws him a sinister smile. Thoma just knows his workload would double this week.

"Um... If I may offer a suggestion, perhaps you'd like to... nap on a more comfortable area?" He suggests, gesturing to one of the many lounges in the estate.

"Why? Is this uncomfortable for you?"

"O-of course not! It's all right for me- but maybe you're the one uncomfortable? There are softer places to rest on-"

"Oh! Well if that's the issue then it's fine! I like napping on you way more!" You smile, arms wrapping around his waist to snuggle his stomach again. Ah~ the feel of abs! Housekeeping truly does wonders for his muscles.

You were starting to doze off. The melodic sound of birds and quiet whispered complaints of the Kamisato siblings lulling you. "Besides, Thoma feels so warm... as expected of a pyro user."

At this, the blonde's face turns a shade of red.

"O-oh, thank you, your holiness.."

Far from you two, Ayaka and Ayato sobs about wanting a pyro vision.

you complete my heart, literally.

you make half a heart with your fingers and ask them to complete it.

cast: diluc, kaeya, itto, childe, xiao, and childe.

warnings: none, i thought i should mention.

// DiLUC RAGViNDR! was confused by what you were doing in front of him. he bit his glove off and copied your actions, when he realized what it made. his red face looked away, as your fingers gently touched, much to your own excitement.

// KAEYA ALBERiCH! chuckled to himself and lazily lifted his hand. instead of completing your heart he gave you a thumbs up. you frowned, to his amusement before he finally copied your action. pls give him the thumbs up back.

// iTTO ARATAKi! became giddy at the sight of you incomplete heart. he rushed to your side to place his half to complete yours and insisted on taking a picture, one he’d show off to every poor soul he saw.

// XiAO! genuinely did not understand. he stared at your hand with his usual stoic expression, wait for an explanation. when you explained he refused, face red, and insisted it was a demon thing.

// CHILDE! pretended to not understand what you were doing. he blinked and shrugged going back to his papers. if you don’t stop he’ll look up at you and study your expression, mainly to embarrass you so you’d stop and when you do he’d say, “hey, i didn’t get to finish it yet.”

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bad luck for maxwell, he accidentally threw his book into the lake, now he has to buy a new one

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Endless Nights Of Torture

The bustling nights of the Bazaar is always a warming place to talk and cheer but there is always someone and something that is trapped. trapped in a cage of injustice and greed. the unfairness is tough but they keep living in this hell day after day, going into insanity, hearing the heartless whispers and the hardships. thinking of life out of this cage, having someone to love and care for them. a girl, in her 20s looking out of her window, out to the city of Sumeru. Her golden locks and emerald eyes melt a heart or two. She hears the laughing, sees the smiles wishes to be them, wishes to get freed from her cage. She once had a life, a friend, a family but now they're all gone and must have forgotten her. She once was a happy little girl, always being a cheer, her hair was lush and long. She was lonely yes. Still, she got by, being an orphan losing her family from the Eleazar disease. At the same time, she was the only survivor in her family, she usually got by from stealing from the grand market, only able to get a piece of bread. She was still lively and was famous for her mischief in Sumeru city. She didn't make that many friends, everyone left her alone, but one kid was interested in her. He also had golden locks and had the most beautiful orange eyes. His name was Kaveh and he lost his mother. They became the best of friends, and always relied on each other. but one day, the girl got kidnapped by one of the nobles, now being sold as a slave. Kaveh and the girl always met at the great oak tree outside of Sumeru city but that day, Kaveh waited hours, still having hope. He waited at the oak tree the whole day hoping to see those beautiful locks once more. time passes and the girl is now in a cell, watched by many, eyes watching her every move, she was scared. She was still young, being 14 at that time. She didn't even have a name, even if she did, she couldn't even remember it. she missed Kaveh, she missed his dewy scent, she missed his smile, and now, she won't be able to see it no long

Wisteria

( insert This is my first genshin impact fic and I hope I do good here. also I have the theory that dr baizhu and pantalone are brothers, )

‘ the night flow it feels li-‘, “ Alexia are you busy “ dad said poking his head into my room “ no I’m not what do you need “ I said setting my note book to the side.

“ I need you to run this to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor “ he said as I grabbed the package, “ sure “ I said walking out of the back of the pharmacy and waving qiqi good bye.

“ hu tao I have a package for you “ I said walking in, “ she’s not in today but I can sign for it instead “ zhongli said taking the box out of my hands “ that would be great I don’t want to head home with the box “ I said rubbing the back of my neck.

“ so zhongli what made you want to work here “ I said rocking on my heels “ I could ask you the same thing with your job as a exorcist “ he said putting his hand on my shoulder, “ well for me it’s something that just happened “ I muttered.

…..

“ i’m pantalone and you are “ he said and dad walks in “ this is my brother, Alexia “ he said, and I held my hand out for the other man to shake.

“ this is the first time I’ve heard about my niece baizhu “ pantalone said, “ well she’s almost always off on a adventure or working so she’s usually not here when you come to visit” dad said.

( I’m sorry if they’re to ooc, I’m trying my best )

Wisteria chapter two

( chapter 1 here )

“ oh what do you do for work “ pantalone said taking a sip of tea dad brought out,

“ I’m a events coordinator for the knights of Favonius but I’m on vacation right now “ I said chipping off some of my nail polish, “ oh baizhu said you dealt with spirits “ he said.

“ yeah I also do that i but on my own time i don’t do it for money “ I said pouring my cup.

“ oh really but on a different topic where are you from “ he said, “ I was born in fontaine but I live in mondstat now “ I said stirrings my cup.

“ and your gloves “ he said, i set my cup down and said “ oh it’s to protect my wrists if I get into a duel, pantalone sir if your curiosity has been quelled I’m going to retire for the night because tomorrow I’m heading back to mondstat “ .

“ good night Alexia “ baizhu said and I set off to my room.

( the next morning) 

“ good morning dad “I said throwing my bag over my shoulder getting ready to head out.

“ it’s early and have you ate breakfast yet “ dad said putting bowl in my hands and making me sit down.

“ dad I need to head out soon or I won’t be back In mondstat in till after dark and I don’t want kaeya to worry “ I said trying to get away from the table, “ and you never takes breaks “ Baizhu said putting a bowl in front of qiqi.

“ qiqi is going to be sad to see you go “ qiqi said, and I said “ qiqi I might not be here in person but I’ll be here in the wind” I said hugging her and I got ready to head out.

I made my way through stone gate and towards mondstats boarder, “ I can’t ever get over that view “ I muttered underneath my breath and continued on to the city.

“ hey guys “ I said to the guards at the front gate and headed to my apartment, 

When I got inside I’m immediately hit with the smell of dinner “ kaeya your off work early “ I said setting my bag down and taking off my shoes and hugging him, “ yeah I asked Jean if I could get the evening off, because I knew you were going to be back early “ he said kissing my head.

“ I’m going to wash up and then can we cuddle “ I said letting go of him and walking off, “ sure thing my lovely star “ kaeya said, and he started to plate up the food and pouring some wine.

I walk into our living room running my hands through my soggy hair, “ you look nice with your hair wavy like that “ he said handing me a wine glass “ thank you my love  “ I said taking a sip  and sitting down next to him.

“ your welcome my star and I made your favorite “ he said pulling me closer, “ thank you so much and how did you know I’d be back early, also I hope your work load wasn’t to bad while I was away “ I responded digging into my food.

“ hmmm I have my ways and it wasn’t to much work for me to handle love “ he said setting my plate down and refilled my glass.

“ kaeya you didn’t have to refill my glass for me “ I said cuddling up to him “ my star do you really think I’d leave you with out a drink “ he said putting a hand on his chest with a gasp and I chuckled at his remark, “ no not really but I’ll have to fill your cup up next dear “ I said.

As We spent the night drinking and talking about my vacation we decided to head to bed, I slipped my hair into a loose braid and fluffed my pillow and climbed in next to kaeya who kissed my lips, “ have sweet dreams my star “ he said tucking his head against my chest.

Mines wisteria, it’s a genshin impact fanfic that I never finished, and the main character is my Oc Alexia birch-wood, she’s the adoptive daughter of dr baizhu ( yes I’m a baizhu main ) and she has a anemo vision, it had only two chapters of the fic, but now it’s kinda outdated of my genshin oc’s lore

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First ever tagging game!

Hi everyone! this is my first try at a tagging game, and for those I tagged, enjoy!

Tell me which fic of yours or your work in progress has been the MOST FUN TO WRITE (if you want to). Like, which one did you have a BLAST writing? why? Feel free to share, to rec, to tell us WHY they were fun, etc etc. (stolen from the tumblr tagging game search response)

I'll go first, my most fun work in progress has been my story "heaven will never be the same" because i got to try my hand at writing a fight scene for once and that was outside of my comfort zone. now i just got to get out of writers block to continue the story.

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Part 1

It’s been a month and half since you and Kunikuzushi met. He was cautious of you at first (because duh you just abducted him) but started warming up slowly. Heck you two aren’t even stuck together. He could have walked away anytime but for some reason, he stayed. Maybe he really believes you are his “guardian friend”?

But yeah, using your in game powers you teleported yourselves out of Inazuma and into Mondstadt because Inazuma was anything but safe.

So now, here you two are, residing in a temporary home in Springvale. Both of you accompanying each other in your daily shenanigans. You however, keep an eye on Kunikuzushi because he is as innocent and naïve as a small child.

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“Hey Kuni, could you go and fetch some berries from the garden?”, Kunikuzushi heard your voice call out from the kitchen. It was a sunny morning. The sky was a beautiful blue sheet with the perfect amount of clouds floating around the sun. A perfect weather to relax in your backyard, exactly what Kuni was doing.

“Sure!”, he answered back and got up. The backyard had a small yet sweet garden with a few fruits and veggies patches. There was of course a thick berry bush.

Kunikuzushi picked up a nearby basket and began picking some berries, carefully picking the ripe ones. Once he was done, he turned around to leave and-

*SQUEAK*

???

It came from the bushes….Kunikuzushi stopped and listened.

….

*SQUEAK*

Is there a rodent in the bushes? That can’t be good. Y/n said that they are bad for crops…

Carefully setting his basket aside, he approached the bush. Hesitantly, he stretched his hand and inspected inside-

!!!

Inside the bush, was a small electro slime, stuck between thorny branches. The poor thing was shaking. It looked pleadingly at Kunikuzushi. Begging him for help with his “teary” eyes.

Usually Kunikuzushi has seen how dangerous slimes can be. But this one was so small…so vulnerable…he wanted to help it…

He carefully grabbed the smooth part of the thorny branches and began removing them away from the slime. He was slow during the whole process in order to not startle the slime because if he did then I’ll get hurt by the other branches around it.

After what felt like an hour, he finally managed to free the slime. It jumped out of the bush happily and stared at him with sparkly eyes that said “my hero”.

“There, you are free now. I think you should go home, come on shoo!” Kunikuzushi tried to shoo the slime away but it continued staring at him.

He awkwardly gazed around until he decided to get up and go. As he was walking towards the door he felt something bump his leg. He stopped.

…..

The slime was still there and it was lovingly nuzzling itself against his leg. Kunikuzushi has never felt so confused in his life.

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“Hey Kuni, why were you out for so long? Did you get the b- OH MY GOD!”

Here we see, a wild Kunikuzushi with a wild electro slime in his arms standing awkwardly next to the kitchen table. The sight reminded you of a child with a stray puppy about to ask if “we can keep it”.

“Listen, don’t panic, I can expl-“

“It’s so cute!” You cooed at the little blob who tilted it’s “head” at you mildly confused. The slime wasn’t the only one as Kunikuzushi also had the matching expression.

“Where did you find it?”, you asked as you gently took the little slime in your arms, cradling and stroking it. It purred in delight.

“O-oh it was stuck in the berry bush. I freed it but now it won’t leave me alone…” Kunikuzushi looked away and rubbed his neck.

“So can we keep it?” He looked at you with small puppy eyes.

“Only if it wants to stay with us”, you stated.

Kunikuzushi stared while processing what you just said. Then, he gently took the slime back in his arms and-

“Do you want to stay with us little slime?” He asked while looking into it’s eyes.

The slime had no definite face, only two round eyes. But one could still tell the overloading happiness emitting from it. The slime squeaked in joy and buried itself into Kunikuzushi’s chest so hard he stumbled.

“Woah- haha I guess you do!”

“Aw look at you! You just became a slime daddy!”, you cooed at him.

“A what now-“

“A slime daddy!”

“I…am a parenteral figure to this slime?” Oh my god he was so cute.

“Haha no no, it’s pretty normal to adopt different creature and claim to be their parent.” You pat his head.

“Oh, I guess then I’m your slime daddy then?” He held the slime up in air as it squeaked what seemed to be a “yes”.

He smiled…that smile then turned into a fit of giggles, and those giggles turned into hearty laughs as he hugged the slime. It was beautiful seeing him laugh like that…it was so contagious that you started laughing as well. The slime only snuggled into his embrace, enjoying the sweet atmosphere.

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“So…watcha planning to name it?”, the slime had no name. You wondered for possible names as you, Kunikuzushi and the slime cuddled together on the couch while reading a book and enjoying the berry ice cream you made.

“Hmm…any ideas?” He also pondered.

“Well I think you should name it since you found it.”

“Uh…I have no idea…”

“No idea huh? Well how about Kuni jr?” You grinned at him as he flushed in embarrassment.

“Wha-“

“Or…kuni-kuni?” He turned even redder.

“S-stop!”

“Or, how ab-“

“Bu!”

“???”

“I’m gonna name them Bu…” he declared, his cheeks still red.

“Oh…watcha think Bu?” You asked the slime. Bu seemed to be approving of that name.

“Well then, welcome to our family Bu.”

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Here part 3

Taglist:

@angryhope @hana-chie @twst-123 @depressed-bitchy-demon @milza12 @inlovewithwaffles @shizunxie @koi-chairowo

New fic! This one is surprisingly tame as far as my writing style goes.

Summary: Kaveh awakes to find Alhaitham horribly ill with a very high fever. In typical Kaveh form, he panics and overthinks everything, trying his best to help soothe his partner’s discomfort.

Tags: Sickfic, whump, sick character, stomach ache, vomiting, anxiety, overthinking, belly rubs, established relationship, hurt/comfort

I hope you enjoy! :) 🩷

New fic! This one is a sweet little VenXiao fic <3 uwu

I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Venti and Xiao are at a party when they get roped into playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. As Venti explains the game to Xiao, the two wind up spilling their feelings to each other and eventually acting on it.

CW: Small spaces, making out, frottage, anal fingering, anal sex, friends to lovers, inexperience

New fic! Very self-indulgent smutty KaveTham :)

Summary: Alhaitham arrives home late one night looking extremely feverish. When he explains to Kaveh his encounter with a very specific kind of plant, he enlists the help of his roommate to get him through its powerful effects.

CW: Fever-like symptoms, top Kaveh/bottom Alhaitham, slightly ooc, whining, tit stuff lmao, multiple orgasms, oral and anal sex, see fic page for more tags

I hope you enjoy! 🩷

Multi-chapter genshin fic! I’ve been working on this one for a while now, but I’m finally getting back to working on it. Chapter 4 is about halfway completed! So you’ll wanna make sure you’re caught up for that ;)

Summary: After a mysterious run in with a stranger one night at Lambad’s, Kaveh wakes up to find himself feeling very strange.

CW: Vampire turning, vomiting, (future) explicit sexual content, implied drugging, anxiety attacks, mentions of drug use, blood, themes of hunger, near death experiences, and lots of anxiety

I hope you enjoy! Please let me know if you do :)

Chapter 6 of my vampire!Kaveh fic :) I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Tighnari manages to calm Kaveh down, but it’s short lived once the others return with exactly what he needs.

CW: Themes of hunger, minor bodily transformations, blood, implied animal harm (consuming animal blood), drugging

(These CWs make it sound a lot more intense than it is, but I still wanna make sure everyone is informed)

Chapter 7 of my vampire!Kaveh fic at last! I’m so sorry this took so long. I finally am moved into my new place and back to writing :) I have lots of new ideas in addition to this series, so please stay tuned! 🩷

Summary: The group finds themselves up against their own ally.

CW: Violence, bl00d, consuming animal blood, light suggestive content, sickness, passing out

Characters: Kaveh, Alhaitham, Tighnari, Cyno, Collei, Traveler, Paimon