i'm doing my schoolwork right now and really stressing over whether i will even have the time to study for my upcoming exams because i end school quite late everyday and i am always too tired to study when i get back home... imagine if i had a dr ratio or anaxa or alhaitham that got isekaied into our world then they could help me study đđ i would lowk be scared of them so i would be motivated to study LOL
yo cause lowk i've been neglecting genshin for hsr so what do yall think would happen if after a long break from genshin (spent it playing hsr ofc) you end up getting isekaied to genshin as their creator lol
they would be like "welcome back cheaterđĄđĄ"
but seriously they would be so jealous because what does the other world have that they don't?? they would be pleased to make amends if you had been wronged by them... they would do anything for you to even spare a glance at them again!! anything for your love <3
omg if y'all are on tiktok if you come across a video showing samoyeds especially the puppies if you check the comments its all pictures of phainon đđđ i bet the videos' creators are all so confused rn but it's so cuteeee
gang imagine you ARE the creator but you just assumed that you are the imposter/you are being hunted as an imposter by the characters after you got isekaied but actually they all know you are the true creator and just want to bring you back but you keep running away from them...
should i actually start writing a fanfic abt this/ getting isekaied w friends?? idk what to name them though and it would be my first time writing đ¨đ¨đ¨
no cause in reverse isekai right the characters just randomly show up out of the blue in our world in your home
so what if you are in public or even worse in school đ¨đ¨ wuh oh security alert
imagine you were taking a hike along a nature trail alone. then you hear rustling coming from somewhere but you couldn't pinpoint where. it sounded like a bunch of footsteps, whispering and giggling. but you couldn't see anyone in the distance. cold sweat dripped down your neck as you told yourself "no ghosts aren't real, i'm not being haunted."
you decided to get out of there as soon as possible and never return since this place just gave off a weird aura now cause of this. suddenly, you saw something that looked eerily like a face among the darkness of the trees and bushes. you screamed and made a run for it as fast as possible, not looking back.
the characters saw you running and realised they had fucked up somehow and started chasing after you. "___, wait! we're sorry!! it's us!!" they cried out.
gang imagine you ARE the creator but you just assumed that you are the imposter/you are being hunted as an imposter by the characters after you got isekaied but actually they all know you are the true creator and just want to bring you back but you keep running away from them...
should i actually start writing a fanfic abt this/ getting isekaied w friends?? idk what to name them though and it would be my first time writing đ¨đ¨đ¨
gang imagine you ARE the creator but you just assumed that you are the imposter/you are being hunted as an imposter by the characters after you got isekaied but actually they all know you are the true creator and just want to bring you back but you keep running away from them...
imagine reader gets isekaied into teyvat as the creator (not impostor au) but their friends also get isekaied with them because they were at a sleepover together and when they opened genshin all of them got transported to teyvat
Flins doesnât look like trouble the first time you meet him.
Your superiors warned you he could be eccentric, but you accepted the mantle of Lightkeeper knowing full well the dangers youâd be walking into. Youâre green, still learning the weight of the oath, while Flins has been wearing it for longer than anyone can remember. And when you catch his eerily yellow eyes, you canât help but think: whatever heâs seen, whatever heâs survived, itâs more than any mortal soul was ever meant to bear.
Your first siege assignment takes you to Starsand Shoal. The Wild Hunt has manifested there as ghouls scouring the tidepools, staining the air with cold and dread. Youâre half-expecting to be paired with another rookie, but when assignments are handed out, Flins requests you as his partner.
You donât know why he asked for you, but you donât dwell on it. Orders are orders.
The Wild Hunt isnât easy prey, but with Flins at your side, the fight feels almost survivable. He doesnât look like much of a soldier at first glance, yet every surge of electro he calls down cleaves through the undying like judgment itself. You have no Vision, but you donât falterâyou match his pace, blades and breath steady against the tide. When itâs done, crystals lie shattered across the sand, the Abyss dragged screaming back to whatever hole it crawled from.
You try to thank him, albeit awkwardly. âYou, uh⌠you did a great job, sir.â Is that even the right thing to say to a superior?
Flins only smiles. For a moment, you forget the sea, the Shoal, and the carnage. His eyes hold you still in the last vestiges of Abyssal fogâstriking yellow, brighter than any beacon. Then he leans in, close enough that his voice brushes your ear, murmuring words in a language you do not know. But the meaning burns into your mind all the same.
You have always done well. You always will.
The words unravel something in you. The Shoal fades, replaced by a forest drenched in silence. Suddenly, you are cradled against Flinsâs chest, his arms steady though his body trembles. He looks nothing like the man beside you nowâhis ears taper to sharp points, a crown of woven branches presses heavily on his brow. Tears streak his face, each drop glinting gold as it falls onto your skin.
A frail, trembling hand rises to touch him. His breath hitches when your fingers graze his cheek, as though the smallest contact might shatter him. His voice breaks at the whisper of your name. It's a sound filled with anguish and love in equal measureâa sound that feels like it has always belonged to you.
The vision shatters.
Youâre back on the shore, boots sinking into the damp sand as your hands tremble at your sides. Flins is already crouched by the wreckage, studying the Abyssal crystals as though nothing strange has happened. He glances over his shoulder at you with an unreadable expression.
âWhat are you doing? Come take a closer look.â
Your throat is dry. Your pulse stumbles.
Did you just imagine all that?
Still, you swallow the question, the ache, the ghost of memory. You obeyâbecause youâre his subordinate, because youâre a Lightkeeper, because what else is there to do? You step toward him in the eerie silence, while the tide whispers secrets youâre not ready to hear.
Aventurine x Reader Reverse Isekai Prologue (I'll come up with a clever name later maybe)
(Sooo, it's been awhile, whoopsâ My class load has lightened significantly at this point, near the end ^^! So I thought I'd see if writing was still fun
Here the prologue to a little series I'm thinking of doing for Reverse Isekai Aventurine/Reader, roughly 3500 words :)). Gender neutral for the most part but I did use 'miss' like twice. Slight cussing, no other disclaimers. Reader is referenced as being a college student)
It was a video game, just a harmless video game...
Your current obsession and favorite past time. But still, just a video game. Something small to look forward to after a long exhausting day...
This was simply how it was, kicking off your shoes after arriving home to your less than nice apartment just outside of campus (only slightly nicer than the dorms offered on campus), stretching your sore shoulders, briefly thinking of what on Earth you're going to do for dinner so late when you opted not to go grocery shopping over the weekend (not your best moment, but, in your defense, it's crazy how quickly time flies when absorbed in that damn game), and, finally, falling on your familiar bed to indulge in your favorite mental escape.
What you didn't expect... Booting up the game to a black screen. Did you... miss an update...?
You huff slightly, shifting to get more comfortable in the nest of blankets as you go to your app store, only to find... nothing? No updates? No issues?
Your annoyance rises slightly, giving way to tangible frustration. 'Why now?' You lament, 'It was working fine last night...'
It was then, distracted, you spot something in of the corner of your eye... Movement? Or, more accurately, pulsing energy. Like a tear in space-time, rippling waves of transparent mass undulating, darkness. Then came the light...
You're temporarily blinded by white, hand going to cover your face on instincts, prioritizing the safety of your retinas, heart beating like a drum in your ear. And, when you can see again? When the black spots fade...?
A... person? No no... a man� Your eyes adjust some more, shapes and colors become almost recognizable. Yes, definitely a man. A man on your floor looking just as dazed as you...
You pause, heart practically stopping. The man groaned slightly, bracing himself with his elbows to a semi-sitting position, rubbing his forehead softly like he'd hit it. The soft blonde of his bangs moving in turn. You didn't dare breathe.
He groaned again, softer, taking his hand away from his face, one eyes closed in a slight grimace, no doubt due to a forming headache... Youâd pity him in any other situation. His gaze flickered around the room in a daze, taking in the surroundings.
Finally, his hazy eyes landed on you. Immediately he froze as well, breath catching, blinking dumbly a few times to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. Then, as if it had never happened, all traces of drowsiness were gone.
"..."
His eyes, god, his eyes... Bright purple and blue, striking, almost glowing really, now sharp as ever, raked over your figure, studying you intently. The silence was almost palpable, thick and malleable, utterly suffocating. He was still sitting on the ground, a look of sheer disbelief on his face.
"I... I'm sorry...?â He spoke first, the words coming out as almost a question, voice a little breathy. Was he supposed to be sorry? Where was he...? He was just- just... His head hurt as he tried to recall.
His voice. There was no mistaking it, that voice, those eyes, (that mildly gaudy fashion senseâŚ)
You felt your heart stop completely.
Was this a hallucination? Were you dead?? Before you could answer either of those you found yourself speaking.
"You're... In my room." It wasn't a particularly smart observation, but an accurate one...
His eyes widened slightly at your words, seemingly not expecting you to actually speak, at least not so straightforward, as if you could have just been a very human-like mirage plaguing his vision. He blinked again, brows pinching together, gaze flickering down to the floor, his eyes narrowing, and- and it was like you could almost hear the gears turning in his head. He was piecing something together.
Acheron, the event horizon, death... Finally, after a few moments, he looked back to you, an uneasy smile finding his lips.
"I can see that..." His response sounded far more flippant than it should have, given the situation. A defense mechanism, probably.
You watch as he moves to stand, eyes unconsciously moving up and down his form. The outfit, the hair, the earring... You'd have to be blind not to see the uncanny resemblance. It was odd though, seeing him in 3d space instead of anime-styled pixels. Very attractive pixels, you'd attest, but that was neither here nor there.
He looked so... himself. The perfect skin and soft features, the almost model-like slender build, that brand on his neck and those dead eyes to match... Your breath kept being taken from you. Though, he seemed to think you were staring for an all together different reason.
Noticing the... 'appraisal', he stood up carefully, straightening his coat and shirt in a practiced, natural movement. His smile faded, his expression shifting towards a more unreadable one. He ran a hand through his soft blonde hair... God, it looked like it'd feel like silk if you touch it...
"You're staring. See something you like?" His voice had that slightly teasing edge to it, gaze narrowing, as if studying you as well, or maybe just your reaction to his words. He took a step towards you, arms crossing in front of his chest. He was trying to figure out if you knew him, or, more specifically, knew him as 'Aventurine of the IPC: Member of the 10 Stonehearts'... He must not quite realize his situation.
"I..." You clear your throat, eyes darting away from him to the side, the wall, the ceiling, anywhere... "How... did you get here...?"
Another stupid question. His deadpan stare was enough to make you mentally kick yourself. Of course he wouldn't know, obviously he wouldnât know...
His stare was still fixed on you, observing, a frown on his face. His jaw set slightly; his gaze fluttered down to your throat where your heart hammered. He could clearly see how freaked out you were, you were doing a miserable job of hiding it. He was eyeing you with a touch of disbelief, as if you were the crazy one in the room.
"You think I know?" Despite the situation, the corner of his lips twitched, his voice not having lost its teasing edge by any means. He could read you like a book, and he knew he had the upper hand.
His gaze landed on the various pictures and trinkets around the room, scanning them before returning to you. This certainly didn't look like Penacony... God, where did that damn Emanator drop him. He was planning to have quiet the talk with her upon his return.
You could tell this wasn't going anywhere fast and decided to just drop the ball. It's not like he'd be content just standing there and staring at you indefinitely.
"Uh, ok... Well this is my apartment. And you're on... Earth." Your throat tightened slightly at the last word. Earth. Surely that wouldn't mean anything to him. You hoped that wouldnât mean anything to him.
He paused, an eyebrow raising slightly at your words. His gaze moved to the window, peering outside... A strange, unfamiliar street greeted him... Definitely not Penacony. He took a step towards it, eyes narrowing before he turned back to you, the easy-going smile from earlier having returned, paired with the eyes making him look all together dangerous.
"Earth, huh?" He murmured, hands going to his pockets as he leaned against the wall, his gaze roaming over you again. Noting your uneasiness, he seemed to make a decision, something hidden behind his gaze.
"Alright... If you would ever so kindly point me in the direction of the nearest Interastral trading ground- port, whateverâ I can certainly make it worth your while. Consider it a gift between new friends~?" His practiced easy-going smile on full display, voice as performative as ever.
You physically deflated slightly. Shit. Ok, think of something, anythingâ
"We actually don't have any Interastral trading ports open... right now..... The planet is on lockdown."
Well... It could have been a worse lie. As far as lies go, you felt you'd delivered that smooth enough. He paused once more, his brows furrowing again, lips pinching together in a frown.
"I'm sorry... Lockdown?" His tone was flat, something unidentifiable in his gaze, a mixture of annoyance, disbelief, confusion. He pushed himself off the wall, taking a few slow, calculated steps towards you. "Lockdown as in, what? No one is allowed to leave? No ships land or take off?"
You only nodded, not trusting your tongue to not betray you. When he didn't speak again you forced yourself.
"Uh, yeah. It's... It's a security check thing, Earth hasn't been a part of interstellar travel in... a long time. So, uh, everythingâs kinda restricted right now.â You tried to not make it sound like a ramble. That would be believable, right? Surly it happened all the time...
His frown deepened, his mind turning. He believed you, that was a small positive at least. He closed his eyes, bringing a hand up to run through his hair again, sighing softly. He was already scheming, calculating every possibility... But something nagged at him, some part of his instincts prodded at him that something was off.
You... You seemed familiar, though he was certain he'd never met you before. But... A different thought crossed his mind.
"So... There arenât any IPC personnel on this planet?"
The thought was almost lightening, in a way. You nodded your head to confirm.
"Nope. None. Most of the people here have never even seen anything about the IPC!" You thought it best to weave in as much truth as you could to the situation, as not to start contradicting yourself later.
"We haven't even integrated into the credit system yetâ" You cut yourself off, realizing you effectively just told him he had no usable currency.
He paused, letting that information sink in... No IPC presence, no established credit exchange system, no access to space travel... In short, no money, no connections, no way to call for help...
His hand clenched slightly in his pocket, his gaze dropping to the floor. You... You were telling the truth, at least about that. His mind raced, he hated being without a plan, but he was smart, he could work with it. He'd gotten himself out of way worse situations, after all. He looked back up at you, a familiar charming smile on his face.
"Well... That's just my luck, isn't it?"
You almost let out a nervous laugh at the obvious joke before remembering that would be classified as suspicious.
"Right, uh..." You hesitated, were you really about to offer this? Though, it wasn't as if either of you really had a choice...
"If you don't have any other accommodation... You can... possibly, stay here."
He didn't expect the offer, a bit caught off guard by it, eyes widening a fraction. He raised an eyebrow again, studying your expression before his smile grew, a small laugh escaped him.
"You can't honestly be offering to let a random stranger stay in your..." he glanced around at the confined space, "apartment? Can you?" His tone was playful, teasing, but he was genuinely a little surprised. The person in front of him obviously wasn't comfortable with his presence, but you still offered him a place to stay? The thought was... strangely endearing, and fairly suspicious.
"You're not a stranger." You countered, a little defensive, "You're a high-ranking IPC executive. If anything, doing you a favor only works in my benefitâ"
His smile turned more genuine at that, a light laugh escaping him. A semi-smirk spread across his face, eyes narrowing slyly.
"Ahhh... So it's like that, is it?" He took a slow deliberate step towards you, closing the distance until he was close enough to see every detail in your eyes, every twitch in your expressions. "You're trying to earn the favor of a 'high ranking executive of the IPC', then?" He was testing you, poking to see how far he could push you.
"So what?" You almost huffed, crossing your arms, playing it off as a logical decision. "I did say only if you didn't have other accommodations..."
His smile softened, tilting his head slightly to the side, blonde hair falling perfectly around his eyes. He was enjoying this little game you'd started. He watched you carefully, amused. He could see the slight tension in your shoulders, the way you tried to brush this all off as not a big deal.
"Oh, how noble of you. Letting a poor stranded executive use your spare bedroom..." He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a playful purr, the tone of someone who was totally unbothered by the situation.
"I actually don't have a spare bedroomâ" You countered, making a slightly guilty face.
He tried to keep a straight face at that, he really did, but that last statement, the look you had on your face... He let out a small snort as he broke, a hand coming up to cover his mouth, his shoulders shaking slightly with restrained laughter. You could see his eyes crinkled at the edges, dancing with barely contained mirth as his voice wavered, struggling to remain teasing.
"Then... Just where would I even be staying...? Do I have to sleep on the couch, Miss Noble Host?"
You bit your lip, trying to think of an alternative without getting distracted by just how lovely his laugh was. "Well... I do have an extra room. Turned my old roommateâs room into a... 'study room' (storage room). I think I have an air mattress somewhere..."
He was clearly enjoying this.
"I see... So you're telling me that not only am I going to have to sleep on the floor, but, it'll be a squeaky, uncomfortable air mattress?"
His words were still playful at least, playing up that 'spoiled rich boy' persona he'd perfected. He'd long since figured out that he could get you to do practically anything with a bit of pestering and a little charm, even though he'd known you all of 10 minutes.
As expected, you cracked immediately. "Ugh, fine then, diva, I'll take the air mattress and you can have this room.â You huffed with an eyeroll, crossing your arms in fake annoyance. You still weren't entirely sure this wasn't a hallucination, but there were far worse things to be hallucinating... If a mental manifestation of your favorite character wanted your room, so be it.
He feigned a gasp, bringing a hand to his chest in exaggerated shock. "How sweet of you, to give up your own comfort just for little old me. How... charitable."
He stepped around you, moving towards your bed to collapse on it, showing very little hesitation. He bounced slightly, obviously enjoying himself, before leaning back, propping himself up by his elbows as he watched you, gaze playful.
"Well, Miss Host, if I'm to take your bed... I should at least know your name."
You paused at that, eyes widening slightly, realizing you hadn't actually given it to him. Whoops... His smile became a little more genuine at the expression, cute. It changed again as you gave him your name, a softness to it, his gaze took on a bit more curiosity.
He mumbled the syllables to himself, as if testing it, seeing how the name felt on his tongue, satisfied with the result. Pushing himself so that he was now sitting rather than lying, his gaze roamed over the room, taking everything in yet again, really soaking it in this time.
You felt a slight pang of insecurity. It's not like it was super messy, but it wasn't exactly 'company level' clean either. You were honestly just thankful you'd made your bed the day before.
He hummed again, this time as if he was deciding something. After a few moments, he spoke, his voice smooth, almost nonchalant.
"So, since I am a guest in your... humble abode, and I don't want to be accused of being a poor one, I want to know... Is there anything I can do for you in return for your 'hospitality'?"
You paused as if to think. Was there really anything he could offer? The chances of his card actually working were pretty low, what could you even ask for?
"Well... I don't know. Maybe just compensate me for whatever I spend on food or clothes when this is over." You replied with a shrug. Obviously you didn't have any expectation of that ever happening, but you wanted to at least let him think this would be an equal exchange.
He nodded at that with a slight hum. He knew what you were doing and appreciated it. He was also amused at your subtle way of making sure that he'd actually behave. He tilted his head to the side, thinking over your proposition for a few moments before answering.
"Hmm... Deal. You have my word that you'll receive your due compensation." It was said with an easy-going smile, but there was something in his gaze. He... He almost looked like he was studying you again. You were frankly tired of being studied like a particularly puzzling piece of art, fairly exhausted by this whole exchange, still questioning your sanity slightly, and getting rather tired physically too.
"Great, well... It's late, if you don't need anything I'll let you get settled?"
He gave a slight nod, seemingly recognizing the tired look on your face. He stretched his arms over his head, the motion causing the hem of his shirt to ride up slightly, showing a strip of his stomach. You instinctively looked away.
"Yeah... Yeah, I don't need anything. You can go... I'll probably crash soon too."
You jolted slightly at the realization he didn't actually have any alternative clothing.
"Hold on a minute." You mumbled, going to your closet, shifting through clothing. "I can offer you a T-shirt and sweatpants..." It was lucky he was so slender; your clothes might actually fit him...
You pulled out a simple slightly over-sized black T-shirt and grey sweatpants, true to your word. He let out a small snort, a smirk spreading over his face. The pants would probably be a bit short... He took the clothes from you anyway, running the fabric through his fingertips, taking in how soft they were. He looked at the shirt and sweatpants before looking at you, eyeing your frame, mentally comparing.
"You really are something of a philanthropist, huh? I think I can work with this. Thanks..." The 'thanks' almost sounded genuine, his eyes meeting yours. There was an odd expression on his face.
You didn't take the time to analysis it, giving a quick smile before ducking out, closing the door behind you, letting out a breath of relief when you were finally out of his line of sight. Looks like clothes shopping was in your immediate future, you hoped he wouldn't get personally offended by thrift stores... Now where on Earth was that air mattress...?
He watched you leave, amused and slightly endeared by your demeanor. You were notably still a bit nervous about having a strange guest in your house... But you were so obviously trying to push past it. How charming.
Once he heard you walk away he let out his own sigh, what a day... He'd need to take care of quite a few things soon, but for now... He'd play it safe. Keep up the polite house guest act.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling his shirt off swiftly and dropping it on the floor. The slacks followed suit, tossed in the same direction. The pants fit about as well as he expected, being a touch too short, but it was fine. The shirt actually fit pretty well, considering. He rolled his eyes slightly... it smelled like you, too. He shook his head, as if physically shaking away the thought. What an odd thing to notice...
Settling back against the pillows, his gaze roamed around the room again. It was sort of homey, very lived-in at least, and he found that he liked it. It was... comforting. And your scent was everywhere. It was subtle, and faint, but still present.
He closed his eyes, letting them rest for a moment. Was he seriously actually tired? That was new. Usually he only needed a few hours of sleep each night to function... Then again, he'd had a hell of a day...
He wondered briefly where exactly he'd wake up, his nice, fancy, completely depersonalized hotel room maybe? Or⌠He wondered if it'd be such a bad thing if it was right hereâŚ
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