Hi, i wanted to ramble about fatui diluc- err Predatel more, so i gave him a mother figure
Whos surprised that it's angst? fork found in kitchen here tbh
anyways,
He's been allowed a cecelia garden in his estate— prison, really — small and barely surviving in the hasrh cold. Frost covers the pristine petals as they sway in the wind while he stands in front of the long frozen fountain.
Heels clink on the stone as he turns away from a trampled bloom,
"....this is where you've been dawdling your time?" La Signora's voice cuts through the howling silence, eyes narrowed at his face, "I thought the Doctor ought to have you in one of his testing labs."
He stares, what could he say really, she'd have a retort before he'd finish speaking. The wind howls through the garden, her scoff barely audible as she moves forward.
"Did the Doctor take away your tongue or did Her Majesty freeze it off herself?"
Her eyes fall onto the flowers, something akin to recognition flashes in her eyes, quickly masked by the frost of her delusion.
She leaves that day, and he's no quite sure why, but it looked like the frost melted on the flowers around her.
it's months later when he returns from Dottore's labs that he sees her again, The flowers are booming and La Signora stands amidst the thawed blooms, he doesn't need to speak before she answers, voice as biting as ever, but he cannot deniy the twinge of nostalgia he senses hidden between layers of ice and pain.
"Putting such flowers here with no regard for their care, how insolent." she starts, looking around the small pitiful garden, he braces for something, a scolding, or maybe a hit. It makes him feel like a child again.
"You must take better care of these." She scoffs, gently plucking one of the dying flowers.
If one squinted, they'd see the flower brighten a little bit more.
It took a long time for him to get used to this, but compared to the rest of the Harbingers, it seems easy and it seems like the same for her.
It's 4 years after this that she talks of her life in Mondstadt. It takes two weeks after for him to tell his.
He knows she could just be using him, that this tentative camaraderie will crumble under him, but when he sees the flicker of sorrow in her eyes, a longing for home he's sure is in his eyes as well.
But he can not deny the warmth of having someone he can talk to outside of the segments and soldiers.
Especially not when he manages to give her one of the cecelias in the garden, it would've been Windblume back in Mond, and he hopes that his father's grave has some as well.
He wonders if this is what having a mother is like.
.
.
He stands in front of her coffin and doesn't wonder anymore.
.
.
All it took was one letter. After months spent in the nation he once called home, he had been hurriedly called back to the place he hated, back to the freezing winds and heavy furs.
Glass walls surround him, his hands brushing over once wilting flowers with carefully masked sorrow. The petals, healthy and bright, no longer weighed down by the frost.
He makes a reminder to leave cecelias near the tomb. It's Windblume after all.
Dain drabble lmaooo post 4.7 and ebg, also Abyss Prince!Aether in this one yall
they/them pronouns are used here, dain pov
He tossed and turned in his slumber, wincing as his injuries were pressed on,
His fight with Aether had left him more than injured this time, the hesitation he displayed playing a part in giving the prince an opening. So here he was, wrapped in bandages and ointments, clinging onto the one source of comfort he had,
He had no right to do this, he knew as much appearing at their doorstep in the dead of night injured and weak. It felt like taking advantage of them kindness, even if he knew that they would let him time and time again.
The last argument was the worst they'd ever had, fueled by worry on both sides and instead of resolving this like the mature adult that he was, he did what his emotions told him, he left, giving them a kiss as they slept before disappearing into the night.
Screams echoed into the night, blades and magic clashing as he fought only to end up repeating it, over and over like a cycle,
And yet here he was, repeating this cycle and leaving them hurt over and over again. All while wallowing in his own thoughts, trapped in his own dreams… haunted by a familiar figure.
“You know, when I saw what your future would be, I never imagined this.” his brother snarked, appearing in his dreams like an unwanted pest.
“What are you doing here?” He hissed, hands twitching for a sword he knew was nowhere in this dream, eyes sharp looking forwards towards the person he had spent years looking up to, and centuries despising.
The smirk never left Vedrfolnir's face, eerie purple crystals swirling around him as little shards of what has happened, what will happen and what is happening surrounded his form,
“Poor soul really, an artist, a chef, an adventurer, they could've lived a normal life had you not entered their life.” His brother continued on, taking a shard and placing it up to his eye.
“So many possibilities, and yet wherever you're involved, it ends up in misfortune for them.”
“Look at them here in this crystal, married, happy and safe.” A dark laugh, “but here they are in this one, stuck tending, waiting for you to return.”
“Stop it..”
“Ah, here, growing old, surrounded by family and friends, a life well lived, but without you.”
He tries to lunge at him, finding himself restrained in his own dreams,
“Or this one, following you into an Abyss Order hideout, dead, because you were too busy fighting the prince rather than paying attention.”
“And they stay there as you rush after the prince, forgotten and left to rot.”
“Shut your mouth-”
Abyssal fog covers his vision, as he makes out the echos of his brother's voice.
“...best thing you can do for them is to leave you know, i say this as your brother.”
He wakes with a startle, pain shooting through his limbs as the sun bears down through the open curtains.
They aren't there beside him, their spot cold and blanket tussled, his hear hammers in his throat, fear gripping his every breath as every moment without their presence ticks by,
Only after the smell of breakfast comes through the door does the pounding in his heart settle, they haven't left him, they're safe.
He gingerly leaves the bed, opening the door to see their form setting the table for breakfast, hoping that this is the one outcome where his involvement in their life leads to happiness.
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4.7 gave me so much to work with regarding this man smh,
imagine your brother talking to you after centuries just to say ur gf can do better???
I decided to use text to speech just so i didn't have to keep speaking to myself to remember the points i wanted to make tbh, olease don't mind the grammar screw ups, I'm very tired...
OK? How do I speak about him?Just this is about sunday ok, him in a self aware au He believes in anna like the order right if and he believes their grand plan right, well if he was you know faced with the concept of fate itself. I feel he would like have a little crisis. Like this is a man who's entire ideology parallels christian like beliefs. We see this in How he acts, how he was raised
If he was made aware of the player it would send him down onto a spiral. I think because if this is in my Aeon of fate AU. He would also believe in fate as like an ally of the order or he would think that if Ena, didn't get subsumed by the harmony that the order would have been subsumed by fate instead.
He would also think is that his plan is going all accordingly to the Weaver's strings, Is his plan had succeeded?It puts him in his mind. Then this is the will of order and fate.
And that's before he gets taken by Elio and the rest of the Stellaron Hunters, if we're talking after he fails then after all that... He'd be a little bit hesitant to follow with plans at first but that's only at first, becausehe would see that whole fight as him going against the will of fate, trying to break from the cosmic strings of the Paracae's tapestry. And he wpuld belive that becoming a stellaron hunter and not being able to interact with his sister ever again, losing it all is his punishment, Because if there's one thing Christians can do, it's to believe in a nebulous concept, like y'know, fate and it's punishment. It's just that Aeons are real now, so it does help,
That's just if he doesn't know this is a game if he does, he's a little bit more bitter, Because from the start he was supposed to fail. That no matter what he tried, he was never going to succeed with it. Especially if the player is the type to start light talking in the middle of the fight which I did. And the I got into- I got into a one sided (for me) argument with him, during the scene where he talks about the past, present and future, I was refusing his points in like actively getting frustrated at him, retailing genesis towards me like I didn't go to christians school, I was, I was literally being like. ‘Don't even explain Genesis to me. I had to read it for Bible study’, but aside from that I feel like if the player were to match his eye ideology and provide a counter-argument. He'd be all for it. Because he's basically a homeschooled Christian kid and like challenging the ingrained beliefs in homeschooled christian kids is like a different kind of fight, turst me i would know.
Yeah, but anyways, I fight his fight.I fight his boss fight at least thrice a week, after my weekly fights are done, just to like vent out my frustration, amd to listen to his battle lines.
I don't know how he would feel about the players saving for him.And you know trying to get his E6 S5,
But like the first time I saw him afraid I was like pretty angel character.I'm going to have him, I would sacrifice life, limb, organ and soul for him.
Sorry this just turned into me simping for sunday…
Ok
Going on to Aventurine, he's a different can of worms.
This is a man who has already been blessed by God and is or was holding a piece of godly power before he destroyed it in the fight with Acheron He already thinks life is a gamble, and if his next gamble in believing in us, the player? Well he's gonna come out on top, especially if the player decides to build him right and use him often… and why wouldn't you?
But of course under all that he's just a scared vulnerable guy who is scared of losing it all and failing his family and the people who helped him, he's lost so much and if the player could help him through it… show him his worth and a reason to keep holding on it'd heal a long wounded part of his soul that still calls itself Kakavasha.
Sorry this was so short, my brain focused on sunday and him only.
Hi! Could we get some Sagau! Kaeya crumbs please? Him reacting to being his dear deity's favorite! <3
ah my first main... and very sus man post 4.7
Part one
Surprise flickers on his face at your words, causing a momentary pause in his movements.
Has he ever been flustered like this before?
The sword in his hand feels heavy, suddenly burdened by a looming weight caused by your passing words.
You turn to face him, that beaming smile on your face he had imagined whenever your voice would wash over him during moments of bliss.
If it were between you and his duty, to his race, to his clan and to Mondstadt itself?
Any choice other than you would be wrong.
He never thought himself a believer of the divine, but for you? He could be.
The mask slips back on, a cocky smirk once again tugs at his mouth, covering the turmoil of his thoughts, words full of honey and bravado drip from his lips as he confirms it.
Who else would you adore, but him? You've never been wrong, You've never lied to him, do not let this be the first and deadliest lie that falls from your divine lips
Who else could you even find the same joy in as him? He is one of your first vessels, your first eyes and ears into this world. He may not be the traveller, but he was still by their side from the start.
A serene silence passes by, the wind whipping through your hair as the last rays of the dawn light your face.
This must be what peace feels like, he muses, no grand fate resting on his shoulders, no double identities kept under the cover of a bravado that must keep whole lest the lies swallow him alive.
You know him, really know him, from the beginning of it all everything he is was already laid bare for you to witness so for you to still adore him after all that, after knowing who and what he is past the lies...
It's everything to him. You're everything to him.
The journey back to the city is a peaceful one, the sky bright and clear as all the stars in the false sky shine for you, because of you.
Plans to bother Diluc at the tavern bounce through your conversation, tales of mundane goings on fill the rest of the time until you make it to Angel's Share.
"Let me treat my favourite, the tabs' on me tonight."
A/n: yes this is for my birthday, i mean it's also sagau sooo
I did not finish neuvi's part, feel free to request more
Diluc
Did… did he just hear you right? He's your favorite?
His heart soars, he feels warm and giddy, like a hearth giving warmth to a home, it's almost too much, to hear the words again falling from your lips, reaffirming your earlier statement, before he jolted, wilting like a flower deprived of sunlight. Hadn't you once abhorred him? Ignored him for some petty reason after he had caught that glimmering golden star in his hand.
To gaze upon your flustered visage as you admit how petty and immature it had been to be angry at him for such a trivial thing… he thinks it was all worth it. Every bit of suffering and pain, the scars that marr his form, all for your gaze, your attention.
Keep looking at him like that, with that flustered gaze and those apologetic words,
Keep looking at him.
He puts a hand to block his face, hoping that the blush on his cheeks isn't that obvious —it clearly isn't working, his whole face is almost as red as his hair— that he isn't looking like a fool in front of his deity.
Both of you are just staring, tension building as the silence goes on for longer than either of you would like,
You break first, a nervous chuckle bubbling from your throat as you approach, holding his face gently, repeating yourself.
"I- i guess i can stop hating you for that… you are my favorite after all."
Ayaka
She may just die here, held in your embrace as the sun bears down on you both.
A light blush creeps its way onto her pale skin, obscured by her fan while she tries to wade through the thoughts flooding her mind.
She always knew of your favor towards her, evident in the blessings and artifacts she was bestowed with. All she is, and will ever become is for her deity. And this blatant admittance is something she will treasure forever, like the first and last falling petals of the sakura trees.
So please, if it isn't much of a bother… Please keep telling her that, keep speaking in that lovely voice, those utterly captivating words that even the Archons would beg and grovel for.
If only time could stop at this very moment.
Keep talking, keep those words of praise flowing from your divine mouth, and allow her to bask in it.
It's all she needs, all she's ever craved. What else was there in life to achieve now that she holds your favour?
You move to repeat your words, letting them wash over her like the cool stream water.
Her worries seem so far away now, all her duties pushed to the side for something that has now become a routine.
The people of inazuma can wait just this once, she has given her all to her duty, her family and the nation.
Rest has never been more alluring than now.
“...i think we can rest for just a little longer, no?”
Alhaitham
He must be dreaming, he muses, relishing in the way your breath fans his face.
After all, how else could he justify your sleepy murmurs, the serene declaration of the obvious favouritism he had witnessed directed only at him.
His day had been too good to be true, he thinks.
Kaveh had not woken him up with the usual clamour, in fact, the blonde was asleep, not in a hangover way, but honest to god asleep.
His work was also light, even if he barely did much anyways. It seemed like the universe itself decided to smile upon him and give him this.
And then he was summoned, aparently you had decided that perusing through the house of daena and looking through old tomes and various stories was the retinue for the day.
He never imagined that you would be quite interested in the old books, but as the scribe and only available person that day — never mind the fact that you had asked for him, he would never know — he supposed that his work was light enough that he could help you.
But here the both of you were, in a private room, with bookes piled up to your noses and your sweet whispers gracing his ears.
The library's curfew could be broken, just for once, just for you, he hummed,
After all who would question the creator on why they were here so late anyway?
Hours would pass and he would just sit there, admiring your face.
“I- uhh i didn't say anything embarrassing while i slept right?”
Sunday believes that his dearest should always be prim and proper.
You've long learned to etch that into your mind.
No wrinkled shirt, no unkempt hair, no untoward behaviour.
So surely you must forgive him when has to correct any of those imperfections. What people think if they saw you together?
Him the proper and perfect head of the Oak family and you, tired, unkempt, hostile as he drags you around to accompany him. It would be a scandalous thing, he says, smoothing down your shirt and fixing your hair.
That is... if he lets you leave in the first place, so consired it a blessing that your public appearances are few, and those who seek you out are far, far away from where you are.
But it is one of those days, one where you are dragged out, placed in a too cold bath, dolled up to the nines, and placed like a toy upon his arm, a smile etched in your face as you deal with his usual fussing.
You can not leave until it's perfect enough in his eyes.
He talks you through the usual routine. You are to smile at all times, speak only when spoken to, and any and all viewers must perceive you to be a couple, lest anyone be stupid or brave enough try and take you away.
It's easy to tune him out, letting your thoughts wander to your life before this, back when you were just one of the many dreamchasers in Penacony, to your home. But such dreams are cut short by the ringing in your ears, head pounding as you try to keep the smile on your face. The throbbing pain that accompanies the Harmony in your mind.
He frowns, noticing your behaviour, wings twitching slightly.
"Might i remind you that you should not think of such things." he smiles wryly,
"You know what will happen if this façade breaks, do you not?"
Pray that this event will be one of the shorter ones you have to endure.
I think the traveller should use the fact that they're the creator's main vessel as a weapon actually,
Like, npcs giving you trouble? Hey did you know that the creator would like to get this over with quickly? Yeah me too, just give me what i need and let me finish this quest.
Abyss order giving you trouble? Hey I'm the main vessel of the creator, i will banish your soul where my sibling can't reach you, now get out of my way.
And especially...
Archons giving you trouble then not helping you with it?
Hey, the creator said, 'if you can't solve this problem on your own, at least help us solve it, what are we, your tools? Have some respect!'
Or
The creator wants me to find my sibling already, Heavenly Principles or contracts be damned, all of you fess up about Khaenri'ah or they will be doing something about it... Like say, removing you from their main team or your precious artifacts and weapons.
Just, let them be demanding, because I'm sure we've all wanted things to be easier for them (and us) when we do quests/solve npc problems/ fight.
Brosch, what do think of Yandere Sunday using the harmony resonance to change his darlings whole perception of the world, because all i see is him taking them to the mini dreamscape or the real penacony,
But realistically, he could just use the harmony oath and make them believe that they love him too. And that the sand pit is the true golden hour.
I'm sure it's more of a last resort thing for him, but considering what he did to Aven, it's possible isn't it?
I see him doing this. I can imagine him using the resonance and making it trigger when reader tries to leave him or Penacony. I see Sunday as a genuine control freak and panics when something goes wrong.
I imagine that he would keep reader at the dewlight pavilion, explaining that they're quite sick, and need to be close to where he works so he can make sure nothing bad happens.
How interesting would it be if a certain gambler and doctor stumble upon the hidden room reader is kept in, and hey, it's another possible bargaining chip that they can use against Sunday.
I am curious what do you think about yandere Gallagher secretly being an eldritch monster or Cognito hazard.
oh my god... i had to take a day to think about it, like it could go so many ways??
Eldritch monster is an easy alley, esp with his connection to the 'death' in Penacony, and how he's made up of aspects of other family members. And a cognito hazard is also a viable option considering how he could've blended himself in after he took aspects of people and how Penaconys memory and thought altering aspects used by the memokeepers and by sunday himself, who says it's not possible.
this may have escaped my hands...
Your mind is hazy as you sit in the Dreamjolt Holstery, the alcohol makes your thoughts stir. It's surprisingly silent today, none of the dreamjolt troupe are here to cause a ruckus. But as always a familiar face is here to listen to your musings.
"Well, looks like you had too much to drink eh, doll?" Gallagher chuckles wiping a glass as your eyes focus onto him.
"..Maybe i have." a noncommittal hum escapes your throat, The alcohol is messing with you, his face is a blur, but most of the features you can make out, that brown hair, the stubble, the scars, but it feels wrong. Were the lights always this bright? Practically searing your eyes as you try and manage your tipsy mind, lest something foolish slips out of it.
"I should probably go now... or do you think Siobhan would let me crash here?" Laughter bubbles from him as he sets down the glass,
"Eh, maybe, but the real question is if you're gonna pay your tab tonight or tomorrow?"
"I think i'll pay tomorrow, you and i both know i'll be back here anyways." You stand, rubbing away the headache as you get to your feet, The world spins for a split second before you gets your wits about, walking out of the holstery and making your way to the connecting portal in the Reveries' lobby.
It's cold, chills creep onto your skin, the empty halls doing nothing to soothe the feeling. You feel the goosebumps on your skin, unnerving your tipsy mind as you avoid the more monster-infested areas of the hotel, hoping that the maintenance staff can finish faster just so the halls can be less empty than it is now.
To think that you'd miss the loud patrons, the smooth jazz and the clacking of shoes that would usually fill the hotel...
You're snapped to sobriety as you feel eyes dig themselves onto your skin, if the cold hadn't sobered you up earlier, this certainly did. Steeling your nerves. the walk continues, peering into halls, listening for the noise of the monsters that now litter the empty Reverie hotel, the gaze never leaves you, like a predator stalking it's prey.
You know that you haven't encountered any monsters, even with the alcohol in your system spotting them would be easy, bright colors and mechanical sounds, all tell-tale signs of their presence. A flash of purple and yellow moves in your peripheral, making you jump into a panic, ducking into the door leading to the main lobby.
There's a slight shakiness to your movements now, heart thumping in your ears as you reach the connecting pathway towards Golden hour. You take a few deep breaths, steadying your nerves before you enter the portal.
Those eyes remain gazing at your back, the faint pink light disappearing before your eyes can even register it.
Do you guys think Kaeya knows that Diluc is a Harbinger in my au?
Like Diluc disappeared for close onto a decade, comes back with so many scars and oddly quiet, theres people he doesn't recognize at the winery... his intelligence network tells him of increased Fatui operations, like surely Diluc's return has nothing to do with it?
Does he ever even return the vision Diluc entrusted to him? Or does he see the flash of hydro amidst a fight and realizes that Diluc never came back for his vision, that he looks so lifeless, no longer the angry teenager he was when he left to avenge his father in the Snezhnayan snow?
Ooo i just got called out by that (hook still at Lv.1 at e3)
Well, in the case of Hook, she thinks (and this is reinforced by all the adults) that the Aeon of Fate wants to keep her safe! Because the Aeon knows best, and obviously, this is one of those moments.
While some of the older followers are more saddened by this, Asta and other followers that have responsibilities are thankful that they were given the strength and use it to do their duties more easily.
Teens like Clara, Yanqing, and HuoHuo, however....
Silence falls upon the teens as they take a break from training on the Astral express, seeing the adults come back from another successful adventure with their grace, the faint feeling of divinity that enveloped the train leaving it soon after they settled in.
Yanqing looks over at the other teens in envy as they talk about the small adventures they sometimes joined their Aeon on.... Lynx looked particularly pleased as she recounted a valiant fight against a silvermane commander that she participated in.
It had only been a few hours since she became a vessel of Fate, quickly gaining power, and only a few of them could imagine of, unless you were Qingque or Pela, though the latter had confessed that her growth had been stopped as soon as a certain member of the Nameless reawakened his Vidyadhara powers.
Still, surrounded by other vessels that were younger than him, though being a teenager himself by the Xianzhou standards still stung. Was he not strong enough? Not capable enough? He knew that Sushang felt the same, but she still had something that he envied, she was at least a vessel with multiple glowing eidolons. He wasn't even chosen.
.
.
.
The Aeon was there when he fought the Stellaron hunters, when he fought Jingliu and he still lost, despite how their grace had done their damndest to help him triumph, guiding Pollux as she fought him under the control of that wicked woman, Kafka... were those battles, tests?
Did the others have to face such things before they became vessels? Has he failed in the eyes of Fate? Was it the will of Fate that he could never be chosen? He sat there polishing his swords as doubt continued to swirl in his mind, he has to get better, for himself, and to prove that he was worthy enough for the Aeon to look upon him as a vessel worth relying on. The deep-seeded fear of abandonment rearing its ugly head the longer he dwelled on it.
He needed to train, get his mind off of it.
—
Silver Wolf was getting bored, her games had gotten boring, and having no part in Elio's current script aside, she had to start from scratch, thanks to Herta and Screwllum* removing her accounts... along with the fact that she wasn't chosen as a vessel,
It shouldn't bother her. This was fine, even Kafka wasn't chosen, the gacha didn't roll in her favour and all that. But it did sting, especially when Blade became a vessel, one of the main vessels, always returning back to base healed and with an expression of peace, unnerving to those who hadn't spent any length of time around him.
Sending a hologram to the Astral express, she had the chance to talk to Pollux, to connect to their Aeon before the faint divinity she could feel faded away.
She could never get used to it, the feeling of something watching you from every angle, seeing you, and through you. As the 'hacker', being unable to hide behind a screen, a hologram never sat right with her... she would only show herself when she wanted to cause chaos, or something really peaked her interest.
But lately, it seemed like the world was shifting again. The way that the other vessels moved seemed to be more.... lethargic, like their god had gotten tired and bored of them, it was unnerving to see the usually chipper and smiling members of the Astral express like this.
Until she found out the reason for this development, their god had encountered a lull in interest, much of the content had become tedious, boring, and much like a chore. But it would be alright, surely this game world would expand and bring their gaze back to her.
Just need to wait for the next update.
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Clara always strived to be a good kid, caring for everyone in the vagrants' camp, making sure all the machines were in working condition and such.
It was always her dream to have everyone get along, no fighting or resentment, so she was overjoyed when the Aeon set their sights on her home, maybe they could really help unite everyone, sure they fought with Mr. Svarog, but it was a misunderstanding!
And after they came to help life had been slowly improving for everyone in Belebog.
They no longer had to fight with the other miners, and they could finally see the sunlight, feeling the breeze from the overworld. As a whole new world of opportunities opened up for her and the people of the Underworld.
But as she saw the others become blessed, blessed to help, blessed to make a difference in their slowly recovering planet, she felt empty.
Why was she not allowed the same? Was she not good enough? Had her efforts to help those she cared about lacking in the eyes of their Aeon?
Even if the other vagrants and robots assured her of the contrary, that seed of doubt would stay in her heart, taking root and slowly growing.
Nourished by the passing of time, as their Aeon moved to help other worlds, akin to a wound left to fester.
She hoped that one day she would be good enough to be seen by their god.
All she could do was wait.
A/n: no u didn't see this posted last year, tnx
lmaoo it rotted for so long, i will make a part 2 to this i think
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