fleeting dreams

sleepless nights seem a little less lonely with you here | infp | 24 | she/they | REQUESTS: OPEN

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eden or hananami / twenty four (24) / she/they / infp / libra sun, aries moon, libra rising / self-proclaimed strike hawks main / an unfortunate daydreamer who spends a little too much time on their thoughts about pixelated characters.

🌊 rules + before you interact

🌊 rules:

i currently only write for genshin impact (on hold), punishing gray raven, jojo’s bizarre adventure, and wuthering waves(new!)

i do take the time to tag my content when needed and invite others to point out whenever i need to tag something. however, there are things that i will not write for which are listed down below. still, keep in mind that some of my writings will still touch upon dark themes such as horror, character death, and other things along the same lines for example. in other words, this is an 18+ blog.

items that i will not write about:

smut (suggestive is the furthest i will go)

kinks, noncon, incest

yandere

items that i will write about:

fluff, angst, horror/mystery/character death

please do not copy, edit, or repost my works on any other platforms. reblogs and comments are very much appreciated!

Requests are finally being opened up! General guidelines have been posted here but all above still applies to this side blog.

🌊 interactions/byf:

While i do tend to be more on the relaxed side when it comes to general interactions (as i rarely will ever hit the block button unless there is a legitimate reason), there are a few things i’d like to point out before you decide to follow or leave me an ask:

i am twenty three years old, meaning that i am a legal adult. for those under eighteen, while i cannot stop you from interacting with my blog in general (due to the scope of themes i do write for), please do not expect any interaction out of me.

out of comfort reasons, please refrain from dropping nsfw/thirsts asks in my inbox unless we are mutuals and have interacted before. however, i am perfectly fine with dark blogs interacting with me in general (so long as they are 18+).

as usual, please do not interact with my blog if you are racist/homophobic/transphobic/etc. do not interact with my blog if you also cannot separate fiction from reality and if you are not fond of dark themes (again i do delve into some dark themes despite most of my pieces not falling under that category of writing).

all rules are subject to change. a slight note as well as this is a side blog for my main. may this labyrinth of words be an escape for you if you wish to continue on -> masterlist

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criminal how we have to wait SIX MORE DAYS for wanshi: lucid dreamer to drop— *sobs uncontrollably*

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On a serious note, thank you for all the support on the Capitano blurb!! I was honestly not expecting it to get much attention at all, but again, very much appreciated!!

On a slightly more comical note, I will take this as a sign that I can freely write more angsty pieces in the future 👍👍 (I swear that the next one isn’t—)

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Lament

In which Capitano realizes that he is simply a fool in love

Character(s) Included: Capitano

Knight AU, Knight!Capitano and Royal!Reader, slight fluff to angst, possible one-sided love/unrequited love, hurt and only slight comfort (if you squint really closely)

Regal, elegant, refined. It is almost comical to the knight who has witnessed all your clumsy moments behind closed doors.

Gone were the times of youthful adventures and endless mischief. From sneaking into the nearby village and avoiding supplementary lessons to facing the reprimanding of exasperated tutors, Capitano and you were inseparable since the day the king assigned the former as your personal guard.

To be honest, it was quite the feat to have Capitano even entertaining the idea of skirting duties. A young boy then, temptation was easier when you spun a tale of needing to run errands and that it was more training to prepare him for the many dangers you’ll both face in your later years. Yes, that’s how it would always go. You, with a cunning tongue, taking advantage of that growing need to uphold justice and to become the epitome of a true knight was a rather common sight then. Something that also turned into a small prickly thorn as Capitano and you matured. And, the only memories in which Capitano knew more than to be disciplined and how to simply be nothing more than a young boy indulging in childish curiosities.

Fleeting days of joy have ended for both you and Capitano have grown into your respective roles upon coming of age. A poised royal diligent in their studies, committing to their promise for prosperity and wielding their intellect for sake of security. And Capitano, an honorable and just man who became your most trusted knight—unyielding against the daring few who swore to harm the crown and the astute voice you needed when guidance of others was nothing more than false reverence. That is what you and Capitano were. A royal and a knight—bound by the strings of fate and duty to your roles.

Still, Capitano was but a man. And a man he was, coming to the realization that his heart too can yearn for another.

It’s in the way that the feather quill swiftly glides across the parchment in front of you that day. Jet black ink sealing away your future that had long been decided before either of you could comprehend it as a possibility. For duty and for honor, he would have said in moments of doubt and hesitation. It is but a necessary move to protect all those that you cherish ever so much.

And yet, it’s the almost inaudible sigh that has him second guessing himself. Then again, perhaps it is no longer impossible to pretend that he isn’t a fool for believing that fate would give him one small chance. How could he do such a thing when his throat was constricting? Every objection to this arrangement died like a candle reaching the end of its wick. Every letter received and sent was another dagger to his armored heart. Fury, frustration, guilt; a well of emotions dragged him down to the depths below.

The fateful day eventually reared its ugly head around the corner. All preparations were finished ahead of time and it was Capitano who was selected to escort you to be received by the neighboring kingdom so that the ceremony can finally commence. It made perfect sense for why Capitano was chosen. Having been there through thick and thin, growing into the fine knight that he is as you an empathetic and respected ruler, encouraging you that what you are doing is only right despite his clenched fists. Constantly reassuring you that you are more than prepared even though he was not ready to accept a cruel reality.

It made perfect sense. To everyone but Capitano as he stood at the gate, silently toying with the idea of asking you to run away with him. With each step forward, the regret became more suffocating. So much so that all Capitano could focus on was the increasing distance between you and him. Armor too heavy, throat too parched, mind far too distracted. How long would he have to endure this?

“This is Capitano. Knight Commander and my most trusted guard,” your voiced echoed.

Capitano remained silent, regarding the soon-to-be-king with respect that was expected of him. The man was loyal through and through to the sword wedged in his heart he so readily handed over and all he could do was peer up at the wielder at the end—you—who he swore to when he bent the knee that fateful day.

He could only nod in the end, bowing his head and biting his tongue to save the remnants of his heart. He was but a sword at the end of the day. Hardened and shaped to cast aside what distracts him. Merely a knight commander who so happened to have grown up alongside you and has been the shoulder you weeped on in times of need. An extension of the crown and soon-to-be the other man who would stand by your side once the marriage takes place. It was selfish of him to think that he’d escape his role so easily with just a few words. He knew it from the day he walked into that long corridor alongside the former commander, all but naive to the image he had to uphold. He was a knight commander. A swordsman who so happened to have the right tact to earn his spot and acknowledgement from the crown.

Nothing more, nothing less.

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Burning

Love involving Mortefi is like a flickering flame; fueled by blazing passion and embraced by gentle affection

Character(s) Included: Mortefi

gn!reader, fluff, mindless ramblings from eden once again

It takes an attentive and mindful approach to endure the fiery passion known as Mortefi’s love.

Treading carefully at the beginning of the flaming romance, as if one wrong move would create a gust of wind and take out the flame you had oh-so-painstakingly pined after for so long. It was no easy feat to come to terms with your ever growing love for the Head of the Tacetite Weaponry Branch. Nor was it any less difficult to accept the possibility of rejection should you carelessly smother that fire by beating around the bush about your sudden awkwardness the manifested upon realization.

Patience was required when the meter approaches its limits and manifests in frequent groans of frustration and a near permanent frown. The flame, as you have learned, can easily burn you if you’re not careful with your own words. He’s a straightforward man, after all. Which was evident in his rather blunt way of confessing to you that eventful day and something that had always seemingly caught you off guard in unsuspecting moments. Would you complain about this? Not at all, contrary to your playful complaints that your heart was far too fragile for such (Mortefi would rather admit to defeat against Xiangli Yao before ever confessing openly around others that he simply adored your varied reactions).

Love, in the way that Mortefi expresses it, was all consuming. There was no lack of effort on his part. A point was made for each planned date and every little moment of exploration that no words were needed to express the everlasting devotion he had for you and only you. Determination to perfect everything despite your constant reassurances that occasional mishaps and derailed plans (due to a certain someone’s habit of sacrificing his sleep every now and then) happen. It engulfed your entire being; heart, mind, and soul. Overwhelming as it may sound, you welcomed it fully and returned just as much by fanning the flames, having quickly become accustomed to the heat long before you even realized it yourself. Much to your surprise, you too have also found yourself adopting new habits just to show as much appreciation and effort as he does.

As consuming as it is, Mortefi does have an uncharacteristic gentleness that many are not privy to picking up by mere observation alone. A comforting warmth, one that reminded you of serenity found in a cup of tea on a winter night spent in bed. You wouldn’t deny that you were a bit selfish in wanting to keep this warmth to yourself at first—desiring nothing more than to bask in the fact of knowing that only you were able to experience such without limits.

Sweet-tempered fingers would dance across your skin, taking hold of your hand in silent moments when either of you are finishing up reports. Tenderhearted words responding to your curious questions about the classical music to echoes softly every now and then. A rare pink hue dancing across his cheeks the moment any small praise falls from your lips. As the fervent flames roar of adoration, they also invoke a sense of comfort shared just between the two of you. There were no walls other than the ones that shielded this flame of love from gusty winds of doubt and weariness. To bask in such has made you realize that perhaps that selfish desire for keeping it to yourself was a wish instead to keep this flame alive—to endure all this is to come in the future.

Mortefi’s love is an ardent flame; ever-consuming in the way that he has to make it known where his heart resides. Yet, it is also a soothing warmth marked by the solace found in butterfly kisses and gentle gazes. To you, the ever curious lover of his, the heat is gladly welcomed each and every single time.

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Eventual

In which Calcharo eventually learns to welcome the unfamiliar warmth and adoration in the form of holding hands

Character(s) Included: Calcharo

gn!reader, fluff, no plot—only a short rambling

A practiced hand in combat. One so familiar with swiftly ending conflict in the name of protecting those he cherishes so deeply in his heart. It simply amazes you how one can be so hesitant to reach out to satisfy the unspoken desire for physical touch.

But, perhaps that is what makes it all the more endearing.

It gives you the excuse to make the move, to slowly allow your fingers to gently graze his as to not startle him (you still do, however, as you catch the minute twitch from his otherwise still hand and the near-silent hum of acknowledgement afterwards). Softly, you interlace your pinkies, testing boundaries as you watch from the corner of your eye as the tips of his ears turn a soft rosy hue. It does not take long for the Ghost Hounds leader to eventually relax, finally allowing himself to pull your hand into his and properly hold it.

He wonders to himself though. The soft smile that graces your lips, content even when he had initially paused for he did not know what to do next. No—it wasn’t like that, he thought. Many times before, you’ve reached out. Patient and ever-so-observant yet not in the heightened alertness that he found himself accustomed to. There was an unspoken promise with each time you take to do this gesture. Silently, you’d reassure him each time that you’ll wait. Even if time is uncertain of when he’ll finally open up his heart for you, you’ll wait. Each time you take to do this gesture for him, his heart only aches even more.

As much as he appreciated such, Calcharo knew he would eventually become greedy for your touch.

In due time, like how he once fumbled with the now-familiar power, he’ll learn. He’ll memorize the creases in your palm along with its welcoming warmth that soothes his frigid heart in which had been so used to nothing but the cruelty of this world. Eventually, a time will come in which he is the one confidently reaching for you on instinct at first. A silent “welcome back” after a busy day. A gentle reassuring squeeze of the hand to let you know that he is there. A surprising turn of events for you finally begin to realize what patience has rewarded you finally. Unabashed and steady in his quiet affection for you and only you.

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ABOUT: REQUESTS

I am finally opening up requests!! For a general overview, here’s a few of my guidelines that you’ll still be able to find in my pinned post. Other fandoms will eventually be added (though, granted, I do acknowledge that I am in quite a few small ones so 🫡).

Gender neutral reader only—I strive to make all my posts gender neutral so that everyone can enjoy them. I will not be taking requests specific for f!reader or m!reader.

Genres: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, and various AUs are always open! I will NOT be writing anything along the lines of smut or yandere (suggestive themes are also very iffy as I rarely include those).

Please do not translate my works or republish them on different platforms. If you do see this happening, please message me here or on my main account (sidereal-fantasies).

Reblogs are always appreciated! It means the world to me!

I will most likely keep my limit to five requests for now as I am slow as molasses when it comes to writing. Suggestions and requests will still be accepted, but they may just take a little longer to get around to.

Going along with that; please do not spam me. Depending on the request, some may take longer as my length varies greatly depending on the idea, motivation, and time. While I may not block you outright for spamming me, I will delete your request without warning.

Other general guidelines such as interactions are in my byf/pinned post. In addition, other general guidelines still applies (certain characters being off limits, being respectively about guidelines, etc.). Everything is subject to change as always.

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pov: you witness me shed a few tears over how beautiful xiangli yao is and question why i fold for a pile of pixels that easily

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contemplating opening up requests but I’m slow as molasses when it comes to writing and would want to add several other fandoms to the list 😔

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Cherished Dreams

in which commandment wonders if constructs dream—so, why not ask a certain construct who adores resting in the most inconspicuous places?

Character(s) Included: Wanshi

gn!reader/commandment, slight fluff, once again no plot; just merely indulging in random thoughts

An envious sight, really.

Commandment, with their human body which could not escape the grasp of fatigue and ache that accumulated over many missions, could only stare down at the slumbering construct beside them. An envious sight, really, for despite how uncomfortable his position may seem, commandment could only silently mourn for some well needed rest.

A gentle hand threaded through soft curls, curiously and unfamiliar for it was the same hand used to make the decisive move on the field. A tired gaze, having seen tragedy after tragedy, witnessing every rise and every fall of many battles, softened slightly at the slumbering sight of Wanshi. To drift off into dreamland so easily, they thought, a well deserved rest after a long mission.

The construct, though his lethargic nature remained deceptive to many, was always very much aware of his surroundings. Perceptive, like a hawk who never misses his mark. A hand reached up, slowly grasping the human wrist that flinched ever so slightly from his action. A soft stutter in the otherwise steady rhythm pulsated underneath his fingertips, perhaps out of instinct and mere shock though he simply chose not to comment on it. They remained there, however, as he peeled one eye open.

“Wanshi?” Commandment questioned, “How long have you been awake?”

A muffled groan, one merely acknowledging and contemplating whether or not to entertain right at this moment. Since you’ve entered the lounge, wanshi wanted to answer. It was habitual for such a light sleeper like him to be aware of the tiniest of noises that echo from nearby. Though he may have moved if it had been chrome or kamui who walked in. Perhaps luck was on his side today.

“Too long,” he murmured with a yawn.

Commandment could only remain silent as they mulled over their next response, having realized that they may have woken the construct the moment they stepped into the lounge. Truthfully speaking, they were simply pondering a silly question—or, at least one in which they felt was rather out of character for them to entertain given their position. Still, that did not distract them from the icy, metal fingers still wrapped around their wrist (albeit rather loosely). Quickly as they were able to calm their heart down, such a gesture had easily riled their heart for a split second. Nevertheless, they were a bit too slow to humor the strike hawk member.

“You look tired.” An observation that brought back commandment’s earlier thoughts of misery and reminded them of the reason why they chose to sneak into this supposedly empty lounge in the first place.

“That I am,” Commandment sighed out in defeat. There was no use in hiding it, anyway. If it weren’t some passing construct, then it surely would be one of the gray ravens to note how worn down their commandment looks right now. Yet, they would rather not focus on that—a moment of respite like this was rare for them and one that they would love to indulge for as long as time permitted.

“Wanshi,” Commandment began, “do constructs dream?”

Wanshi hummed, pondering the question as he closed his eyes once more. Dreams were rather an abstract thing to constructs. Vivid images that plague the m.i.n.d. one way or another would invade any construct sooner or later. For while their shell is but metal and circuits, they were all still susceptible to the mental fatigue that threatened to swallow every soldier eventually. The question itself reminded him of a time he passed on an old dreamcatcher to Commandment—a sentimental object he treasured once before. a comforting reminder that there will be something there to capture the nightmare-ish images of tragedy and the chaotic memories of bygone days centered in the star of life.

Wanshi opened his eyes. His hand had let go of commandment’s own a while ago. “They do, of course,” he replied bluntly. He shuffled slightly before he pushed himself up to a sitting position. An unusual sensation stirred in his chest, as if mimicking a heavy heart attempting to let go of some deep seeded burden that nearly snapped its wire-like strings. Constructs were shells of metal and circuits; a vessel created with the intent to be a beacon of hope in the fight against the punishing virus.

“But, with you here, I’m afraid that this is all merely one long dream that I’ll wake up from the moment you leave my side.”

Maybe, in the eyes of Wanshi, constructs were silent protectors of their human life. A basin of memories that feed into these so-called dreams that he still cherishes deeply even if he may not be so open to say so himself.

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pov: you’re witnessing me, a wanshi main, watch pgr cn’s fourth anniversary stream and receive new s rank wanshi crumbs

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Grant Me Solace

Chrome, a vampire residing in a lonesome castle, learns that there are no coincidences in the world.

Characters Included: Chrome

gn!reader, vampire!chrome w/ a surprise twist, maybe slight angst if you squint

Chrome never expected to find a human within this empty castle. One so brave to dare even step foot alone within what could be their final resting place.

You were quite the peculiar mortal. One filled with surprises that even had him wary at first. For all Chrome knew, you certainly could have been one of those famed vampire hunters faking a naive front to lower his guard. Often times, he found himself being a little too forgiving, only to pay the price later on. Yet, you continued to prove him wrong the longer you insisted on getting to know him by “sticking around.” Chrome wasn’t exactly sure of your motives nor did your answers ever help his growing predicament.

It began with a simple thought. A what-if question that soon began to plague every corner of Chrome’s mind. It was a coincidence in his mind. A lost fable in which he played as an actor strung up on stage, mocked by fate and time. A vampire doesn’t just lose their heart out of the blue. It is given to a past lover, one who would bare witness to his fate and decide his ending; to cut the strings to free him or to run away, leaving him in the cold shadows. Years and years, they’ll reincarnate with it, searching for their vampiric half, only to fall victim to tragedy. It was a simple thought at first. Simple, until he realized that there are no coincidences in the world.

Chrome, the rumored vampire who would scare off any poor villager that seeks his “help.” Unwilling to bend his will to grant their selfish wishes for so-called sweet immortality. He has fell victim one too many times to desperate pleas.

Chrome, the vampire who wouldn’t dare entertain mortals anyways, fearing that he may grow fond of one some day and be forced to face the cruel reality he has already seen many times before. Time is nothing but his enemy; one that taunts him over and over again as he remains forever stuck in one place while the world around him moves forward.

Chrome, the vampire who lost his heart long ago when the flames ravaged it, was beginning to realize something he wished he never did when your hand had firmly grasped one of his in an attempt to keep him from going out. The way your grip remained firm on his cold skin, eyes pleading to think twice.

And twice he did think. All because he refused to face the harsh truth.

Chrome nearly broke his composure when it finally dawned on him what this unfamiliar warmth was and why it sprung forth in your presence. He recoiled from your touch, hand covering the lower half of his face as his eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Crimson hues wavered as he watched your hand extend forward once more, hesitating before dropping to your side in defeat. He was certain. Surely, that’s what it was. A cruel trick played by the hand of fate. For all theses years he has been wandering since that day, he never expected it to be you.

“It’s you,” Chrome sighed out. A whisper escaping as he grabbed your hand, fingers easily finding your pulse before he gently guided it to his chest. Though he had no pulse of his own, surely you’d get the idea that he concluded when you finally made your confession.

“You, who holds the remnants of my heart. It’s you that would eventually drive the stake through it, be it for heroism or for tragedy.”

For heroism or tragedy, it is up to you; bemused if you have befriended a lonesome immortal with the mannerisms of a practiced gentleman who attended many parties or a bloodthirsty monster who had tossed his future aside, unwilling to let you or him cross that thin line of romance.

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Heartbeat

a short rambling of Lee who’s blushing cheeks always seems to betray him in his denial of the heart fluttering actions of commandment.

Characters Included: Lee

gn!reader/commandment, fluff, no plot just lee and his tendency to blush at the slightest of things

Lee swears it is a minor bug that causes his temperature to raise and to bloom into an embarrassing shade of red on his cheeks.

“It’s nothing,” he would always say, quickly looking away with a near permanent frown etched onto his lips. A common response that has become expected whenever a certain someone would point out the sight.

He has always been so quick to deny it all. He’s a construct—these emotions and ticklish sensations are just mere afterthoughts that his conscious and M.I.N.D. managed to cling on to. No, the red hue blooming across his cheeks isn’t what you believe it to be. No, he didn’t mutter that the little frustrated pout Commandment had was cute. No, he isn’t denying this because he simply can’t place his emotions into words. He is only a construct, nothing more and nothing less.

“You’re being ridiculous, Commandment,” he would always scold.

Lee, an all too serious individual who can’t believe that Commandment would claim such a ridiculous thing in the first place. Lee, who could feel his patience beginning to wear thin, would rather toss himself into the abyss than to admit that something was amiss all because he was blushing.

Lee’s metal hands immediately swat away Commandment’s hands when they make an attempt to pinch his cheeks, grumbling and muttering about how this is merely no big deal. Swiftly, he turns around, arms crossed over his chest and frown even more apparent compared to before, unyielding in his efforts to hide his face from Commandment who continues their onslaught of teasing. Yet, it appears that his dear commandment is also relentless in their pursuit in making him admit it. How did he get stuck with a commandment like this one is beyond his understanding, but that was not the biggest concern right now.

Catching him going red in the face? Unwilling to admit it? Never happened in the first place.

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Watercolor Eyes

they say eyes give away all that is held within guarded hearts (i spent too long on tiktok 🧍)

Characters included: alhaitham, tartaglia, dehya

gn!reader, fluff, a bit of unaddressed pining in alhaitham’s and dehya’s parts

alhaitham

anyone would find themselves at a loss for words when alhaitham finally fixes his gaze on the unfortunate and naive soul that decided to interrupt him.

it is sharp and unyielding, conveying all that is needed for the other party to know that they best summarize their thoughts quickly if they wanted to be heard. it is calculated, hiding all that does not need to be known for he isn’t nearly as interested in divulging everything that is on his mind to just anyone. it is quick to notice the way the other party often fidgets with their documents, silently wishing that they simply just get to the point and leave him be.

alhaitham was well aware that was not the same case when it came to you, however.

here you were, fascinated by the bleeding colors, mesmerized by them while you allowed yourself to entertain the many thoughts in your mind. there’s a hint of curiosity that many do not seem to notice or care for at all. in fact, many would question how you put up with alhaitham in the first, often warning you to simply give up before your fragile heart is shattered.

he’s used to it. the dazed look which seems to say everything and more for you. what he is not used to though is exactly the message you seem to silently say with that look. in times in which he is able to catch your own gaze for long enough (and before you realized he had read you like an open book), he’d find himself at a loss of words. a snarky comment would chase you off. an honest comment may bring some unwanted truth to reality that he’d have to expect should he be wrong in his assumptions. he could hear kaveh mocking his inability to address this unknown feeling that fills his heart with uncertainty.

he wonders though. with a faint tug on the strings connected to his heart, he wonders as you quickly scurry off if you notice the subtle difference when he looks at you.

tartaglia

you wonder if you would be treading on some unspoken boundaries. you’re keen enough to know that something had caused a certain glint to repress itself. some unfortunate event that quickly snuffed it out and remains as a permanent scar that cannot be healed with featherlight kisses. on the other hand, it’s interesting to hear from others that there seems to be a new light in tartaglia’s eyes when he sees you.

tartaglia; a charismatic man hailing from sneznhaya who boasted quite the reputation as a fearsome vanguard of the fatui’s most elite. he has certainly many scenes in which you did not want to wrap your head around. yet, even knowing all that, you couldn’t help but to just fall for him.

perhaps you were too caught up for suddenly you became aware of the ginger standing in front of you, mischief effortlessly glowing as he leaned in slightly. instinctively, you took a half step back, embarrassed that you were caught in your act of silently longing for the man.

a glint flashes briefly, catching you off guard before your cheeks are aflamed—your mind and heart entering a flustered state as his laughs echoes. that is when you finally noticed the supposed light that fills his eyes once more.

“care to share what’s on your pretty mind?”

childe’s eyes represent the vastness of the sea; the depths of the unknown; an unpredictable nature that never fails to catch you off guard. adoration is clear as the calm waves of the oceans surrounding liyue; a stark contrast from the frigid waters of sneznhaya and what his enemies has witnessed (and something tartaglia would rather die first before he ever lets you witness that side of him).

dehya

a stark contrast to what you expected when you first heard of the flame-maned mercenary.

to many, dehya is the embodiment of a brave warrior, wielding her claymore and following through on her duties to whoever has hired her. as strong as she is, she is nearly untouchable and you too felt that just as much when you first crossed paths with the mercenary. the moment in which her gaze first landed on you nearly caused a heart attack. striking, determined, levelheaded; you realized soon why many warn you to not get too attached.

and yet, you did just that. at least, compared to others who made the same effort to win the flame-mane’s heart over, you won. though dehya wouldn’t admit outright, she couldn’t help but to let herself get attached to you as well. in those peaceful moments of life in which she was not tied down to a client, she’d find you instantly, no matter where you may be. call it instinct by now, but dehya couldn’t help it at all.

just like how you began to notice a certain shift in her gaze whenever you mustered up just enough courage to hold it just a second longer.

they are captivating—despite having seen many cloudy situations, they are honest—conveying the sincerity and concern in her heart and often betraying her in certain softhearted moments. you wouldn’t tease her for it, however, knowing full well you wouldn’t see such a loving look for the rest of the day if you gave in to mischievous temptations. it’s selfish, you always reminded yourself, believing that you were truly in over your head in thinking that you had a sliver of a chance.

in times that you doubt yourself or when the world is suddenly overbearing, all it takes is one look into dehya’s eyes to know that you have nothing to worry about at all when she’s there. steady, they silently remind you that you have all the time in the world to conquer whatever is plaguing your mind for she’ll always be there to push you forward.

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The Language of Flowers with Genshin Impact Characters

A series of small little ramblings of different flowers i associate with a few characters along with some scenarios! This is my first piece for the Genshin Impact fandom and feedback would be very much appreciated!

Characters Included: Thoma, Ayato Kamisato, and Kaveh

gn!reader, mostly fluff

Thoma - Edelweiss

No matter the circumstances, the flower does not wilt easily.

It surprises you. Truly it does. The way Thoma has always carried himself, honest and earnest in his intentions towards others. Beaming like the sun no matter what life had thrown at him before. Your heart clenches every time you are gifted with one of his pure smiles. How did you end up on the receiving end of his hugs and kisses? You wondered about many things, mulling them over in silence on sleepless nights, afraid to voice such concerns for you always called them foolish ones. Your heart was never a fickle one, but it was surely a fussy one.

Doubts were expected, especially for an over thinker like you. You questioned many things, wavering and uncertain at times. However, there was one thing that remained consistent; devotion.

Never had you questioned Thoma’s love. Though hesitantly placing your heart in his hands, you needed no words to see how truly devoted he was to cherishing and protecting your fragile heart with all he could do. Those doubts that cloud your mind are always chased away by warm fingertips that gently cup your face. Soft, emerald eyes awaiting for your gaze to finally turn to him. Silently, he hopes that you remain unaware of what you do to his own heart. When you do finally look up, it is only seconds before you are burying your face in the crook of his neck as he laughs. It is not mocking—far from it, actually. It’s reassuring. A sound that gives away the fondness that drives his actions.

Thoma, who embodied faithfulness, would always remind you that it was he who holds your heart and you his. Through faint kisses speckled across your cheeks to home-cooked meals that bring all the comfort you need after a stressful day, you’d never question the devotion Thoma has for you alone.

The edelweiss symbolizes devotion. It is known as the eternal flower for it does not wither easily despite the tough conditions it grows in. Despite that, it is hard to truly get your hands on one of these flowers for they reside high up in the alps.

Ayato Kamisato - Gardenia

Love born in secret; blooming quietly underneath the moonlight of silent nights. It is no surprise that there are many secrets that the head of the Kamisato Clan prefers to keep to himself. Hidden underneath calculated mirth and mischief is a soul that seeks out gentleness that was taken away from him in his youth. Perhaps that’s why he readily accepts your touch behind closed doors and away from prying eyes.

Instinctively, he’s seeking out that close proximity; one that allows him to melt in your presence as well as to tease you. He always enjoyed your reactions. Pouting and scolding him for sending your heart aflame from sugar-coated words. Soft giggles echoing and causing him to pause for a moment to take in the way your lips turn upward and the way your eyes crinkle at the corners. He wonders for a moment. Thinking to himself, he questions the fondness that causes his heart to skip a beat. Why does he desperately want to shield you away from the cruel world? Then, it hits him.

Because you are the epitome of purity and gentleness.

The one he has been seeking for so long. The one he can truly let his guard down after so long. Patience is a virtue and he appreciates loyalty. One wouldn’t be in your place by his side if they were neither. So let him indulge in these small moments. Let him selfishly keep you in his arms for a moment longer, reassuring you that there is no need to worry. Let him bask in the warmth you provide him, leaning into your touch unconsciously because he feels safe in your presence. Let him steal a few kisses, teasing and mischievous as expected.

Let him protect you. A flower full of innocence touched by the hands that have buried many secrets of the cruel world underneath a worn and tired smile.

Purity and protection; the gardenia serves as a reminder of gentleness. A renewal of hope—these flowers require patience and dedication. One cannot simply leave them alone in hopes that they’ll thrive just fine.

Kaveh - Plumeria

He’s constantly taking your breath away. Your heart crashes—burning fiercely just like that ruby red gaze filled with unspoken love and admiration. While you hesitate, he’s firm in his affection. Hands, sometimes littered with paper cuts from sleepless nights, are gentle in their approach to you, but you wouldn’t question his love once his touch made contact. It’s instinct now to lean in slightly and to breathe a sigh of relief, allowing your rapidly beating heart to calm. You wonder if you’ll ever be able to match his level of

“Have I done enough?” You ask, closing your eyes. Kaveh does not respond initially, taking in your troubled expression before he’s suddenly laughing at the thought of how cute you look.

It’s a reassuring one, however. One that has you leaning in once more. He wants you to know . It should be him asking if he has done enough for why would you ask such a question? Thoughts stream in one after another, threatening to send him into a spiral of if’s and maybe’s. Has he done enough? Your gaze wavers and he frowns at this. Has he done enough?

He’s ready to do anything for you. Always willing to give all he has if it meant you would be happy. Forsaking himself to a fate that contradicts his beliefs in him being undeserving of happiness due to the past. Willingly, he hands you his own heart, sealing his love for you with a chaste kiss to your forehead. He’s curious if you can see the strings he’s purposely tied around it, wondering whether or not you snap them or gently unravel them with your silent reassurance that you’d do the same, hoping that he too wouldn’t drop your heart in front of you.

“You’ve done more than enough,” Kaveh begins, hands carefully cradling your face so you wouldn’t turn away. “My muse, my love; it is you who breathes life into me—revitalizing my heart after each and every misfortune the archons throw at me.”

The plumeria is both the beginning of creation and recreation. A symbol of charm and beauty but also purity and rebirth. It is intense in all aspects, leaving one in overwhelming awe at its resilience to life’s challenges. It is devotion, running deep and sealing away a promise of love for a lifetime.

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eden’s general masterlist

where a bit of fantasy is born—fandoms currently included: genshin impact, punishing gray raven, jojo’s bizarre adventure, wuthering waves. my posting schedule is not set in order to keep myself from burning out as well (therefore, don’t be surprised if i decide to post something at an ungodly hour in the morning where i should be asleep).

genshin impact

The Language of Flowers (Thoma, Ayato, Kaveh)

Watercolor Eyes (Alhaitham, Tartaglia, Dehya)

Lament (Capitano)

punishing gray raven

Heartbeat (Lee)

Grant me Solace (Chrome)

Cherished Dreams (Wanshi)

jojo’s bizarre adventure

follow the path made by fate and maybe you’ll find a surprise at the end…

wuthering waves

Eventual (Calcharo)

Burning (Mortefi)

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