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THE GAME OF LIFE

art by MiotaOwO on YouTube and Nahida/rukkhadevata/Kusanali is owned by HV/Genshin/Mhiyo

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Based off Nova’s writing/fanfic and Nahida-writes’s writing/fanfic but different

( Nova is @noverenia and Nahida-writes is @nahida-writes, they both inspired this x reader hc)

Tw:demon,genshin sumeru character because what the fuck,Dottore/Zandik,academia being shitty,few sumeru spoliers,being mean,being fucked up,tsunderes??,semi spoliers but people already knew about Nahida/kusanali and Rukkhadevata

Cw: Nahida/rukkhadevata/Kusanali,Buer,Dori, Dottore/Zandik,Nilou,Candace(Kandake),Layla,Faruzan,Dehya,Wanderer/Scaramouche/Kuni(??)Cyno,Tighnari,Collie,Al-haitham

Nahida/Kusanali/rukkhadevata,Dori and are seen as platonic

Nahida/Kusanali , rukkhadevata , and Buer are all technically different

because Nahida/Kusanali is child version of rukkhadevata,rukkhadevata is adult version of Nahida and Buer is the demon version of them.

Dottore , Zandik are technically different

Because of the difference in time period because Zandik was his name in the academia.

Part 1 - Sumeru cast

(4 lives are used up)

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Day 1 ; sumeru cast!

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First life - “My first life was so boring just forget mentioned it”

or

Fourth life - “In my fourth, I played piano but just didn’t have the eyes to read the notes”

Their so painfully sweet to you,not trying to be mean,not trying to yell,their like candy and IM AT MY LIMIT…but I guess it’s nice that they love you and treat you with respect.

Characters that fit this ;

Female —> NILOU,Candace(Kandake),Nahida/Kusanali/rukkhadevata(platonic),Layla,Collei.

Male —> KAVEN,Cyno,Alhaitham,Tighnari.

♡ (ง'̀-'́)ง

Second life - “And my second seemed to let me do all of the things my first life didn’t”

or

Third life - “Third life was a hateful man all poison to the bone”

Their like the 1rst life but somehow better!like their mean but their also nice to you,but anyways even though their rude to you they do mean the best they just don’t know basic feelings.

Characters that fit this ;

Female —>FARUZAN,Dehya,Buer(platonic),Dori(platonic).

Male —> AL-HAITHAM,Wanderer/Scaramouche/Kuni(??),Cyno,Tighnari,Dottore/Zandik.

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Day 1 ; Sumeru cast!

Completed Nick’s Quest!

Your reward? ; Curshed hatsune miku dolls/figures!

Next up?

All so a mix of Inazuma,liyue,Mondstadt

What next lives are up?

Fifth life(5),Seventh life(7),Eight life(8)

nine life(9),tenth life(10),eleven life(11)

What will be posted next?

How to deal with a Dendro achron;

Nahida,rukkhadevata,and Buer headcannons

(Y/N): *is carrying all the groceries*

Layla: *holds out hand to help*

(Y/N) *aggressively moves all the groceries to one hand to hold Layla's hand*

scissoring with layla 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

couldnt agree more anon

— sleepy scissoring layla x fem!reader

— "a-ah.." her thighs trembled around yours as you slot your wet cunt against hers, the feeling of your clits pressed together shot a bolt of pleasure up your spine. her eyes were half lidded and her mouth was slightly agape, soft pants coming in and out as she lays there patiently wait for you to start moving. sleep was written all over her face, as she had just woken you up with her soft pleading. she wanted you, needed you even, after having a dirty dream about you fucking her so good.

slowly, you push your hips forward, the smooth drag of your clits made you both gasp. layla's eyes shut for a moment as she inhaled harshly, falling back open as she released a whiney moan. your hips continued to move, making her squirm a bit on the bed. she wanted so much more than what you were giving her.

in her dream, you had her pushed down into the mattress, fucking her so hard and good through multiple orgasms. that is what she wanted you to do, but you were taking things too slow, teasing her.

her eyes grew teary at the slow torture you put her through, your hips suddenly going fast and hard then back down to soft and slow. she was a mess, moaning and babbling, begging for you to go faster. at last, you move your hands to grip her thighs, holding one in front of you as wide as you could and pinning the other down onto the bed. your hips fucked hers at a fast pace, dirty sounds coming from between you two. her breath was caught and her mouth hung open in a silent scream. her eyes were wet like her cunt, little tears falling down her cheeks.

"mmh! mmh! ah!"

she couldnt get any words out, just mindless moans as you fuck her down into the bed. the slick between you two acted as lubricant, making you able to slide against her faster and faster until you were both on edge. she came first, thighs trembling harshly and trying to squeeze closed, but you held them open as you fucked her harder.

<3

BLOOM INTO YOU

the flowers they gift you on windblume and their romantic gestures. genshin women edition. happy international women’s day !

eula, lisa, mona, hu tao, beidou, ningguang, keqing, ganyu, shenhe, yae miko, nagonohara yoimiya, kamisato ayaka, layla x gender neutral reader.

word count: 1.5k total.

content: sweet fluff.

fischl and klee featuring in mona’s and yoimiya’s parts (platonically !!!), respectively. credit to @bunny-rambles for suggesting them <3 thank you for suggesting layla too mwah !

reblogs and comments are much appreciated!

EULA who arranges the most elegant bouquet imaginable with the simplest dandelions and mints from dragonspine. the blue lace ribbon and handwritten note accompanying it are certainly a sweet addition. but your favorite sight is, without a doubt, that of eula’s averted iridescent gaze. her tone, albeit attempting sharpness and command, is bashful and trembling, cheeks blooming in the color of sunsets reflecting on snow. and well, who are you to resist your girlfriend’s cuteness, than only increases the moment your lips leave a soft peck on her parted lips.

LISA is all charming smiles and lingering touches as you two observe the city’s decorations from your balcony. the dandelions drifting by, and the moonlight accentuating the librarian’s vivid emerald eyes, certainly make you feel like you’ve stepped into your own wonderland. except here, no roses must be painted to please any queen, for, this queen is the one to gift you a rose. its petals catching the cheshire-like crescent of the moon above, glinting in intense violet hues. but your favorite wonder is the woman next to you, who wraps her arms around your waist, whispering sweet nothings as the breeze carries your story.

MONA who, even though can divinate your reaction to her humble present, decides to leave this fate undiscovered. for your sake, she loves you too much to predict a beautiful moment like this. with the stars as her guide, and her friend fischl as company, both girls set into mondstadt’s impeding night to find the shiniest and prettiest small lamp grasses for you. and when the astrologist spots you by the city’s gates upon her return to mondstadt, is her princess friend who encourages her to go forth, her uncovered eye glinting knowingly, reassuring yet smug smile on her lips. so mona takes her cue, words mumbled and cheeks alight when she hands you the glowing bouquet. your voice when you thank her seems drowned out, mona megistus the astrologist is too entranced charting the constellations in your eyes.

HU TAO, vivacious and intense as the carmine of the silk flowers she’s prepared for you. you thought it’d be nice for the wangsheng funeral parlor’s director to take a small vacation, and, what better way to do so than visiting the land of poetry and freedom during windblume? little did you expect for hu tao to pull you aside, away from the chattering and crowds claiming she had ‘a little surprise for you’. “ta-da!” the girl exclaims, pulling out a pretty silk flower bouquet. it still has the scent of liyue harbor, and all the memories you’ve made there together. it is now the parlor’s director’s turn to gasp when you throw your arms around her in a tight hug.

BIEDOU who’s traveled far and wide, and without a doubt, knows just the way to leave you speechless with the most spontaneous actions. steering the alcor towards mondstadt’s waters is one of them. but before you can even set foot on firm land, the uncrowned lord of the ocean seems to have something in store for you. the kiss she plants to your lips and the bright dendrobium she tucks behind your ear are certainly unexpected. the cheers of the crowd don’t help at all to calm your quickened heartbeat, yet you wouldn’t have it any other way.

NINGGUANG who understands the beauty in the ephemeral, but why settle for something temporary when you can have it permanently? such are her thoughts when she slips a glittering necklace around your neck, the pendant in the shape of an intricate flower, golden and rubies masterfully combined to make the ornament almost seem thriving with life. the tianquan’s hand caresses your jawline, her cunning crimson gaze regarding you. no matter how beautiful the jewel, it will never be able to compare to the charm you naturally radiate, she thinks.

KEQING is able to make time for celebrations even in the franticness of her packed schedule. and the bouquet of violet-grass and silk flowers she presents to you is proof of that. striking, much as the yuheng of the liyue qixing herself, elegant and vibrant, in the same way she surprises you with a table for two, with views of the city lights in the distance. when an earnest smile reaches your lips and you squeeze her hand, pretty pinks flower on keqing’s cheeks, her magenta gaze averted, the pout she was trying for, overpowered by her lovestruck smile.

GANYU who, even worried about her deadlines, makes time for an outing with you during the season of love. and oh how words absolutely leave the qilin, when she gets lost in you under the gaze of tonight’s full moon. her kind eyes widening, she comes to her senses, remembering the fresh glaze lily she picked specifically for this occasion. albeit bashfully, her gesture is utterly endearing and adorable, moonlit grin painting your face aglow. even in the night, auroras bloom in ganyu’s visage when you reward her with a sweet kiss.

SHENHE who is new to these kind of human traditions, yet is determined to work hard to make this special for you. she thinks the flowers she herself has been taking care of will make for a suitable present. that is how, as the last rays of light dip behind the outline of faraway mountains in the horizon, your lover guides you to her bedroom’s windowsill. there, neatly arranged and wrapped in red silk, lays a bouquet containing all the flowers of liyue: qingxins, that remind shenhe of your visits to her in the mountains; glaze lilies, the color of starry nights under which you two have slept on countless occasions; silk flowers, reminiscent of the flames you stoke in her heart every time your lips touch. and when your arms wrap around her from behind, face nuzzling into her back, a pure smile illuminates shenhe’s beautiful features.

YAE MIKO uses her charm and cunning ways to leave you breathless, speechless, and deeply enamored. what could be a better celebration for romance than bringing you to the flowers instead of just showing you a mere shadow of them? so that’s exactly what she does. taking you by the arm, she guides you to the setting she’s prepared: a picnic under the sunset and the rain of cherry blossom petals. of course, it is accompanied by the best sake, your favorite snacks and her teasing touches. and who knows, if she’s feeling extra nice, the dignified guuji may even change into her fox form and let you pet her…

YOIMIYA and her sunshine and her fireworks. she doesn’t need to look far and wide for the perfect blossom for you, when she can quite literally write it in the sky. excitable as ever in your trip to mondstadt, your girlfriend urges you to meet her by the lake (via klee, who eagerly tugs on your hand) claiming she’s got something to show you. and so, you follow the spark night, who is very happy to have two of her big sibling figures joining in the festivity. as cider lake comes into view, oranges and golds start to decorate the sky, its hues intensifying more and more the closer you get where yoimiya is standing. at her perky “happy windblume!” multiple intricate lights make a flower field out of the night above, drowning out any stars or clouds, swirling petals reigning the skies. but that is not the only surprise of the night, for, when the pyrotechnic spectacle ends, a small hand tugs at your clothes: little klee wants to give you and yoimiya her gift too! a dodoco with a cecilia crown. “he will always be with you in your adventures! he wants to be friends with yoimiya and [y/n]!”

AYAKA who plans and thinks for days about how to make you smile on this occasion. and like pretty much anything she does, it’s perfect. for who could resist a date with the shirasagi himegimi, in the afternoon sun, with sakura tea and a bouquet of baby pink and white lilies? her airy laughter and gentle smiles definitely make your heart flutter. and when she suggests you two dance, it takes you a few moments before you can compose yourself. admiring kamisato ayaka’s radiance has the power to make your mind daydream, body frozen at the enchanting presence that she is.

LAYLA is determined to find you the most stunning flower, even at the cost of multiple nights of sleep. the scholar asks every botany specialist she knows, draws endless star charts and studies every book within her reach, just to come up empty. her shoulders slumping, she is starting to think this is too big of a task for her, when, suddenly her friend twirly-whirly hops excitedly. there, partially hidden by sumeru’s abundant vegetation, is the most unique padisarah layla has ever seen. its petals a vibrant periwinkle, like nights merging into dawns she wishes could always spend by your side. dewy droplets of water decorate each bloom, akin to the stars that foretold your fates entwined. ‘yes’, layla thinks with a smile, ‘this is the one’.

sleep habits !

w/ layla and mona

a/n: this has just been me manifesting that i'll get c6 layla <3 i love her and mona so much!!

Layla sleeps in short bursts – a couple hours here and a few minutes there. When she actually does fall asleep, it’s restless sleep. Sometimes she gets the proper eight or nine hours a night, and yet, it feels like she’s gotten nothing. It doesn’t matter to her anymore. Her body might need the rest but her brain simply won’t let her have it.

She stretches her whole body with a quiet huff, taking the time to look around her. The House of Daena keeps its doors open indefinitely, so most nights it’s crammed with other students, trickling off bit by bit once they’ve had a decent amount of progress on their work. Tonight, it’s just her. All the bright lights are causing her eyes to feel like they're on fire. Archons, how long has she been sitting here just sketching?

Her eyes trail back down to the table. Scattered sketches strewn across it, each diagram annotated with her neat handwriting. Your padded shoes step across the cold floors of the Akademiya, echoing throughout the empty building. She hears you before you even turn the corner and come into view. 

“Layla?” Your clothes are thrown on haphazardly, and you’re holding a hot cup of…  Layla tilts her head. Is that tea? As you get closer, she gets the chance to really look at you. Dark eyebags loom under your normally bright eyes, and you blink slowly, the tired blinks of someone abruptly awoken from sleep. 

Layla feels guilt churning inside her stomach, twisting and kniving its way up her throat. “Sorry,” she murmurs. “I still need a few more minutes to summarise.” 

“Okay.” 

She expects you to go back to bed, return to the comforts of home, away from the harshness of fluorescent lighting and back to the natural lights from the stars shining through the open window. What she doesn’t expect is for you to continue to pad across to her side, taking the chair next to her with a muffled huff. Her eyes follow your motions, watching as you cross your arms under your head, pushing the cup towards her, and shutting your eyes. 

She swallows. “Won’t you be more comfortable back in bed?” 

You mumble something that sounds suspiciously like an insult, and Layla raises an eyebrow. You slide one eye open, peering at her as she’s frozen in her seat, hand still grasped around her pen. “You’re not there.” You say, louder and clearer. The cup is nudged just a little bit more in her direction. 

Layla knows that smell. She’s made it for you, so many times in the past. A warm cup of tea, for drowsiness and restful sleep. You know it doesn’t work for her too, she’s told you that repeatedly. Still. Layla takes the cup in her hands, taking a single sip and feeling the warmth run through her bones. A contented sigh leaves her lips. Still, it doesn’t mean she wouldn’t like being taken care of every once in a while. The thought does count after all. 

You’re leaning up on your hand again, eyes barely open to look at her. “If you want me to go, you’ll have to drag me back with you.” The threat does not really feel like a threat when Layla knows for a fact that you will doze off again within the next ten minutes.  

Instead she smiles, a small smile towards your sleepy state. “Then stay.” Layla replies, setting the cup down. She sees you out of the corner of her eyes getting comfortable again, and she almost begins to tidy her drawings into a pile. But she doesn’t, and soon enough, she hears your breathing become quieter and even. Everything in the library becomes still, once again. 

Layla finishes her work just before dawn, and she celebrates with a yawn, stretching out on her chair before deflating back into a relaxed stance. It’s finished. An accurate map of the stars lays in front of her, charted to precision again. She glances over to you, still asleep. You’ve barely moved at all during the night. 

She brings her fingers to brush the strands falling over your face, pausing as you wriggle in your sleep, and resuming the motions once she’s sure you’ve settled. 

“There’s no way I’m strong enough to carry you back, silly.” She whispers, followed by a kiss on your forehead. 

So she settles for this instead: dragging her chair closer to yours and curling up next to you in the same position, elbows and knees touching. Matching her breathing with yours is easy enough, and she sinks into a deep sleep with no dreams. 

And even when you wake up the next morning with intertwined hands, complaining of a stiff neck and missing your first class of the day, Layla still knows, from the grin on your face, that you don’t really regret a bit of it at all. 

Mona dreams vividly. She dreams of the past, the present and the future in torn fragments. It’s voices and screams, and then languages she cannot name, and at its worst, she dreams of fire and burning, and wakes up in a cold sweat. The worst of nightmares tend to happen just before she wakes up to find you’ve disappeared from the bed next to her. The sheets are rumpled and there’s a distinct dent in your pillow from where you lay, so she knows she hasn’t been imagining you there.  

And yet, where were you? Rarely do you disappear on her like this, and whenever it does occur, it’s because you’ve had something big on your mind. Restless nights. Sleep does not come easy to the both of you. 

Perhaps she shouldn’t curse the two of you like this just by thinking it, but Mona has always had a distinct feeling that the cause of your distress may have been because your stars have become aligned with hers. Intertwined perhaps. She hasn’t dared to consult the stars to be certain of it. She doesn’t want to see the blatantly obvious star-crossed lovers label over the relationship between you and her, and she certainly doesn’t want to guess at the ending it may have. For once, curiosity hasn’t gotten the best of her. Yet. 

Mona tugs her shoes on over her feet, walking the few paces to her front door and yanking it open, prepared to hunt the streets (and forests) of Mondstadt to search for you, only to find you right outside the door. She freezes in her steps. You’re leaning against the handrail outside her house, arms crossed and looking upwards. 

Mondstadt’s lights are nowhere near bright enough to dull the night sky. It lays itself before the both of you, stretched endlessly and filling the dark space with twinkling stars. At the sound of the door opening, you take a sharp breath in. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” you say, at the same time that Mona states: “you didn’t wake me.” 

The two of you share a smile. Mona waves the issue away with her hand, moving in to stand next to you. 

You sigh. “What was it this time?” 

“Fire and destruction.” Mona shrugs. This sort of dream has been happening a lot recently. “I don’t know where or how.” 

“They’re just dreams, you know? They don’t need to have a proper meaning to anything.” 

Mona knows this. She knows there isn’t any point placing validity and reason on things completely out of her control, and there is definitely no point in trying to pull substance from something she can barely remember after she opens her eyes. But these dreams… “They’re too vivid.” She says at last, fingers twirling at the ends of her hair. She wears her hair loose to bed, unravelled from the usual updo for daytime travel. 

A gentle tug on both of her fingers pulls her towards you, and you’re running your thumb over her knuckles as a sort of comfort. “Yes, but you really can’t do anything about them until you know they’re a proper issue. Or until the stars show you something different.” Mona opens her mouth to retort, but you brush a finger over her lips. “I’m not telling you to forget about it. Just…” You trail off, evidently at a loss for what you wanted to say. 

But Mona gets it. She sends a confident nod back to you. “Then you’re not allowed to worry for tonight either.” She intertwines your hands properly. “Come back inside with me.” 

When Mona decides on something, there’s not really much you can do to argue about it. So you let her chastise you about not going out dressed warmly and you let her guide you back under the covers. You hadn’t even noticed you were shivering until she reprimanded you about it. Mona tucks you in, making sure all but your face is under the blankets before clambering in herself and curling up next to you. 

As always, you fall asleep quicker than she does, and Mona is left staring at your sleeping form with one arm thrown over your side. 

She watches peacefully for a moment, before her mind returns to her own. 

Yes, there are things out of her control. There have always been things out of her control. There will always be things that she wishes would never come to an end, but endings are a constant of life. Despite this knowledge of a universal truth, she still wants this. She still wants you and her to be in her control, avoiding disaster after disaster. So she sends a little prayer instead, to keep you here beside her for as long as you both will it to be. 

Barely satisfied with all she can do, she drifts off to sleep. It’s a restful sleep this time when you’re by her side. She dreams of nothing of great importance that night, but she wakes up to the sun on her skin, and the feeling of softness and warmth.