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[meguminne]

masterlist of stuff i posted

hi, i’m gumi, i write stuff sometimes. i think i’ll update this soon. — [6/13/05 gemini | they/them] reblogs and asks are appreciate and encouraged because i like brainrots and i want to experience them with people.

❒ I. wind carried songs

you’ve always had this habit of making up a jingle and then you bite the dust (lol). [kazuha, xiao, venti (angst)]

❒ II. a harbinger’s love (pt. i)

their immense loyalty and love are second to none for the tsaritsa, including his. how unfortunate, ( for you. ) [pantalone (series)]

❒ III. a place to come home to. (coming soon)

the traveling swordsman whose heart belongs to adventure finds a place to come home to in the form of an innkeeper. [kazuha]

❒ III. . (coming soon)

[meguminne]

Love, Lost and Wandered࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

dainleif is scared of forgetting you, he would traverse the cursed plains of the irminsul to remember you. — cursed grounds that belonged to one of those damned archons just to remember you. his curse now includes you as well. im gonna be honest and tell you straight up idk how the irminsul or dainsleif work and whether or not this is accurate to their lore, i just want to write a devoted lover dain who’s willing to beg to the archons for reader like that one questline. also!! reblogs and follows are very appreciated as it lets me know you guys enjoy my writing!! . (reader x dainsleif) oct. 15 2023 part one (?)

dainsleif is too ashamed to admit this aloud but he finds himself forgetting you. who once was his most precious, his beloved; your voice, your laugh, even your smile. — the gods are merciless but were ‘kind’ enough to spare you from turning you into the hilichurls doomed to wander the earth, loyal only to their most primal instincts. they were ‘kind’ enough to spare you from the curse of immortality, the pain of living and unable to die. he wonders which fate would have been better for the both of you, but he does believe death has been the most merciful outcome.

the only thing he has of you is the memory of your name, the love he can’t forget, and the dreams you’ve left with him. — but they’re not immune to the weathering of time. he finds himself slipping, forgetting the little things that complete your image, the treasures he salvaged from the remnants of his home broken down with the centuries that came with immortality and the dreams you held with him now seem blurry as though he couldn’t fathom to sleep and dream without you. it’s been eons and yet he still hasn’t gotten used to your absence beside him.

when fate is kind enough to grant him the time to paint, his mind goes over to the idea of you and he seems to get the gist of your frame, your figure but your face only seems to be drawn as a mixture of swirls, indescribable and indistinguishable from the fog that surrounds the memory of you.

as much as he hated to admit it, he was slowly forgetting you.

but he’s not ready yet, to forget you is to let you die once and for all. he’s the only one who holds the memory of you and if he forgets, you’re gone forever. — amidst the false gods, their endless pride and the heavens; you were the angel that almost made dainsleif believe in divinity.

he’s desperate to maintain that memory of you, to keep you alive and beside him to the best of his ability for forgetting you might doom to an eternity of restless living cursed only for vengeance.

dainsleif was desperate enough to keep that memory of you that he was willing to trek onto the irminsul, the ‘sacred’ grounds of the dendro archon that records say remembers everything. the memories stored within the ley lines that have touched all of teyvat, the ley lines that rooted itself deep beneath the grounds; roots that listened to every drop of rain, whisper and wind. — he was willing to traverse and resort to the divinities he loathed just to remember you. whether it’s be by force, or if he had to kneel, beg and grovel at the archon’s feet just to be welcomed into the dreamlike plains; he would do it for his pride was nothing next to his devotion for you.

the only obstacle now was whether or not the archon, buer was willing to let a khaenri'ahn survivor step foot into the holy grounds. — or if he could even ask for help from the traveler..

[meguminne]

Lovestruck Ajax!࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

call it unjust or prejudiced, but you’ve always found those with hydro visions a bit conceited, whether they know it or not. but that’s mostly due to childe’s fault. [drabble but more like a ramble] i just finished the fontaine story (no spoilers in the drabble!) and i just love him

‎ܓ perhaps it was thanks to the cruel hands of fate that you have had the displeasure of meeting such a man. his laughter was obnoxious, his eyes as deep as the sea; his smile is that of a fox’, and his bravado is so tall, you ought that its fall would be more cataclysmic than the fall of the great jade chamber.

༊ but if you chalked it up to fate, then perhaps you would think that celestia fancies itself a citizen of fontaine with its love for drama and theatrics.

༊ truly, there was nothing truly pleasant about the man they call ‘ajax,’ ‘childe,’ ‘tartaglia.’ his names don’t matter, he’s annoying all the way.

༊ at first you thought him quite handsome, save for the soulless blue eyes he has. you’ve bumped into him near the northland bank when you were browsing the books at the wanwen bookhouse, and you’ve chat with him a couple of times.

༊ you met again at the wangsheng parlor where he was particularly acquainted with the funeral director’s stoic secretary or whoever he was.

༊ by the tenth time, you wonder if you’re being stalked by the man with how often his face pops up even when you’re in sumeru, inazuma, monstadt and any of the seven nations!

༊ if you managed to find the land of khaenri’ah, you wouldn’t be surprised to see him there, ‘browsing the many places.’

༊ he would strike up a conversation without fail, always with that grin that makes you wonder if he’s practiced making such a stupid face in the mirror.

✎⟆ “oh, [y/n]! what a coincidence, i was just visiting mister zhongli! what brings you at such a grim place?”

✎⟆ “fancy seeing you here, my friend! it’s— it’s almost as if we’re fated to meet.”

✎⟆ “s-since you’re here anyways, why don’t i treat you to some dinner?”

༊ each time you find a reason to leave, you managed to get dragged back with promised words like a sumpter beast following a baited stick! not to mention how often he trips over his own words like a man trying to formulate a lie on the spot! ᝰ

༊ he doesn’t even hide the fact that he’s following you at times! even at the desolate deserts of sumeru, even in the dangerous plains of tatarasuna and somehow even found you in the chasm?!

༊ to have been found so intriguing that a harbinger of all people would be stalking you! it unsettled you to no end how much he loved stalking you! what does a sinister figure want with you!?

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˚◞♡ unbeknownst to you, childe was simply truly enamored with you and your little adventures.

˚◞♡ he’s grown to love how powerful and formidable you are when it comes to fighting. (even if your enemies were mere slimes!)

˚◞♡ he’s been meaning to ask you out directly on dates but your unsettled features and worried expressions made you look so adorable that he couldn’t help but tease you.

˚◞♡ he’s never had trouble with talking to people, but it seems he finds himself stumbling over his own words; perhaps it was because you were his weakness but the smile on his face never seems to fall with you around.

★⟆ “childe..”

✎⟆ “ajax,”

★⟆ “right, ajax, childe, tartaglia.. how did you find me here?”

✎⟆ “oh haha! i frequent this place a lot. you know, it’s quiet and peaceful. great for pondering,”

★⟆ “you.. frequent the chasm’s underbelly..?”

˚◞♡ bleegh! he’s so quirky and wacky, a harbinger not fluent with the language of deceit? say it ain’t so!

˚◞♡ he’s given you bouquets of rainbow roses, calla lilies and even mistflowers!

༊ it’s sweet and all but how did he get into your house?

˚◞♡ leave it to ajax to solely revive the tradition of courtship just for you to return the same fervor. bouquets, dates and ‘fated’ meetings are no issues so long as he gets to be with you.

[meguminne]

there’s so much yet so little i can think for the regrator story that i might post the kazuha story first before i decide on a plot point for pantalone. teehee

[meguminne]

a harbinger’s love , ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

their immense loyalty and love are second to none for the tsaritsa, including his. how unfortunate, ( for you. ) pantalone x reader presented by meguminne. [june 29, 2023]

loving a harbinger has never been easy, nor has anyone claimed it to be that. you know about their underhanded tactics and unshakable resolve to serve the tsaritsa, but there was something — or rather someone — that drew you closer towards the fatui.

it wasn’t his incredibly dashing good looks ( though you can argue it was a contributing factor ) nor his outstanding wealth that you think could rival the qixing’s, but it was his gentlest of smile and touch directed towards you, and only you.

what makes you special? you wonder.

he has an ulterior motive, he can’t possibly have one when you’re just you.

he sees some use out of you, that can’t be practical since you’re an average civilian.

you must remind him of someone else, you can’t prove that thought right or wrong. truth be told, despite the countless of hours and minutes you’ve spent with this man, you could never understand nor even grasp what’s brewing in his mind. you barely know him but you feel like he’s everything to you.

“darling?” gloved hands reach out to touch your hand, the rich snezhnayan fabric did little to muffle his frigid touch. as someone who's so warm towards you, you do find him rather cold; even in warmer climates. as though he was still distant despite how he acts. — “are you alright?” his voice is like honey, sweet and far too alluring to even consider the fact he was being deceitful with his worry.

“i’m fine, my love.” you smile in return, holding onto his hand, interlocking your fingers together with his.

“do not be like that, i can tell something’s bothering you.” he laughs in return; squeezing your hand softly and the sting of the cold metals around his fingers slightly burn your skin.

‘is there a reason why you love me?’ you let those words die on your lips as letting them slip might just ruin everything, destroy the illusion of a perfect life he has built for you. — you’re only ruining it with your constant worrying, why not just accept it as it is and not think about it?

no, no, you cannot just accept it! it has been two years and seven months since he first proclaimed his love for you after visiting your humble shop again and again, it has been a year and six months since you moved into his luxurious mansion and it has been only seven months since the world came to know you as the regrator’s wife. — and despite all the time that has passed, you still haven’t figured out why on earth he’s so in-love with you! there must be a reason, it cannot be chalked up to mere love at first sight.

you were swept away by his allure, his handsome face; his elegant disposition and the way he treats you and you were drunken with his love yet whenever you sober up, you can’t help but wonder. a torturous cycle of highs and lows! you can’t help but think you will be used as a sacrificial pawn in this game of chess the fatui is playing with the rest of the world!

“the fair lady’s death has me a bit shaken up,” you lie through your teeth; as someone who is married to one of the fatui’s higher-up’s, you’ve grown fluent in deceit as well. “that traveler proves to be a threat towards your goal.”

“our goal,” he says softly. “but you are correct, i must admit that that outlander’s meddling has thwarted our original plans but fear not, signora’s death was a necessary sacrifice towards teyvat’s better future.”

you nod, “of course. i have no doubt that the fatui will turn out to be victorious, not a single shadow of doubt. i am simply worried for your wellbeing, please be careful my love.” — despite what it seems, you truly do care about his wellbeing, for even though you doubt his intentions with loving you is pure, you can admit that you have fallen for the harbinger.

the regrator chuckles, amused at your concern, as he leans in to press a soft chaste kiss by the corner of your lips, “you worry enough for the both of us, fear not. i’ll be alright, i have a wife to return to, after all.”

it does little to ease your worries, his smile was stasis on his face and you can’t tell what he was planning or even thinking but the reflection of your figure in his lenses makes you think that it involved you.

[hiraya-rawr]

sorry for adding more again to impostor!albedo in relationship, this may be ooc but — who knew you were the missing ingredient to his perfection. — you were albedo’s missing key to perfection too.

something about loving you is so human, it’s so natural like it’s nature’s law. something about the way you smile, you touch and you chirp. like the inteyvat flowers returning to their homeland, everything just melts together. — there’s something euphoric about feeling, being human with you.

so humane and domestic living with you has been, as if impostor albedo was human all along. — of course, it took you a while to notice because he just fits the mold of your albedo perfectly from the millennia of watching albedo.

for some reason, impostor albedo feels weak in your presence, not physically.. no, he can crush you within an inch of your life. but his insides feel soft, like the warmth of monstadt after being in dragonspine for so long. little did he know, this surprising leniency would be a welcome addition to his database of ‘feelings,’ yes, he likes ‘feelings’ things with you.

so why’d you have to go and ruin it for him? you two were happy before you realized his mistake.

// susbedo "replacing" albedo and you realize it

im drafting an imposter albedo work rn aaaaaahhh it isnt ooc at all considering how we're just exploring imposter!albedo's personality! I think it applies so well, the idea of "feeling" and separating himself from an experiment.

I love how you described everything 😭 inteyvat flowers?? yesss! I think everyone loses in such a situation. You would feel betrayed, he would feel guilty/abandoned, and Albedo would just be so conflicted ksjahdfwdsoi

[hiraya-rawr]

thinking about that dains x royalty reader, wouldn’t it be absolutely insane if in the end, it was you who ended up saving him in the nick of time? (also hi hehe)

perhaps a pillar could be falling and you push him, or an incoming attack you shield him from, saving him is worth your demise; you think. — it’s odd, you think. never would you imagine putting your life on the line for someone but the days of bothering him and watching the night skies, roping him in with mischief, him dragging you away from interrupting the field tillers’ work because you’re just so curious of how they function.

even in the closing seconds of your incoming demise, his widened eyes made it all the worthwhile. it’s something you always wanted to see after all, every time you try and sneak up and surprise him, he always seems unfazed.

“your footsteps are too loud, your highness.” and for a split second, you swear you saw a shadow of a smirk, “even a field tiller could prove to be stealthier than you,”

and like his homeland, it seems you follow him everywhere he goes. whenever he sees preserved inteyvat flowers, he can hear your voice compliment the petals. or seeing an active field tiller and absentmindedly think, “your highness would have enjoyed seeing one of these fight.” ——perhaps in some way, you have become a curse of his as well.

this ol dainsleif brainrot has a special place in my heart!

grhehdhs this is just so adorable, I think it's even more devastating since it's a knight's duty to protect their masters. To some, it's even shameful for a master to protect their knight (more so, risking their life). Dain must have mixed feelings about it but I think in the end, he'd live on with the burden (or curse) as you said 😖🤍

[meguminne]

wind carried songs, ೫˚∗:  

you’ve always had this habit of making up a jingle and then you bite the dust (lol)..  some anemo boys x reader drabbles presented by meguminne SLIGHT ANGST WARNING; spoilers you die lmao. (might make the venti part into a balls to the walls fic or dedicated drabble again,)

XIAO ༊*·˚

        xiao always got irritated by that annoying little jingle you loved to hum, it was irritatingly catchy and keeps getting stuck in his head, ( though he would rather be caught dead in a meteorite than admit he thinks it’s catchy aloud, ) . “stop that,”

“stop what?” you ask, clearly oblivious to the psychological torture you’re inflicting on him.

“your humming,” he huffs, “it’s annoying,”

the most annoying part? he finds himself humming the same tune after your passing, for this is the closest he’ll get to be with you now. —

VENTI ༊*·˚

    venti always joked about turning your little tunes into monstadt’s national anthem, or weaving the melodies into the songs he plays; anything to commemorate your jingles that he liked so much. “come on! i think it’d make for a wonderful hymn,”

“f-for the last time! don’t!” you shouted, ears red in hue. — but the bard only responded with a cheeky grin.

that joke bloomed into a promise as he stares at your unceremoniously average grave, unfitting for someone as colorful as you. your melodies will be known throughout monstadt and he will make sure your legacy will live on in songs.

KAZUHA ༊*·˚

kazuha always loved playing his flute to accompany your singing and you two would always get together for a fun little clumsy and impromptu duet. the crux looked more akin to a local bar in monstadt what, with the singer and their bard. “come on, kazuha! one more!”

“if it’s just one more song then..”

       ah, but he can never bring himself to play an instrument for every song he performs sounds so much more lonely without you.