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a tale as old as time | yan!zhongli x adventurer!darling headcannons & drabbles

some drabbles and extra notes from my yandere zhongli oneshot :) feel free to read that first, here or on my profile.

yan!zhongli who is tired of watching you constantly get injured in the pursuit of adrenaline or excitement. mortal lives are fragile, so it was only a matter of time before he swept you off your feet and kept you for himself.

yan!zhongli who, unlike his meticulous and patient nature, finds his restraint being tested everytime you come back from an adventure. okay. so what if you're a world-class adventurer whose survived snezhnaya and the chasm? what? you're telling him that you're going to try and brave the mare jivari with that busted knee of yours?

yan!zhongli who makes an impulsive decision and doesn't regret it one bit. while he waits patiently for you to wake up, he's preparing your room in his serenitea teapot. the sun is in the perfect position in the sky. some nice liyuean teacups, a closet full of your favourite clothes and some hanfu (he yearns to see you actually dress in something other than your crusty ass adventurer uniform thats covered in dirt, muck, and god who knows what.)

yan!zhongli , who anticipated your shock and surprise when you woke up to this paradise. at first you're confused, then happy. he watches as you indulge in the tea, listen and nod innocently to his explanation that you passed out and are simply recovering in his home--and that he'll let you out when he thinks that you've fully recovered. of course. he knows best, right? he's mister zhongli of the wangshang funeral parlor, afterall.

he'd never lie to you, right?

yan!zhongli, who sighs like he's discplining a petulant child, when you finally break. after three months of being 'trapped' here (in your own words, not his), with you constantly insisting that your wounds are better, your skin is softer, and that if you stay any longer your callouses that protect your hands from blistering when you hold a sword, will fade--you're ready to get outta here.

"i'm fine. xiangsheng, i'm telling you i'm okay. for the love of rex lapis, could you please just let me out? where is this anyway? in the middle of nowhere? i'm sick of staying here and--" your pyro vision is gleaming and slowly glowing with a brighter and brighter aura as your voice trembles, growing in intensity alongside your emotion.

his sweet, poor darling. zhongli can't help but croon at how adorable you are. did you really think that this was a temporary arrangement? he asks rather calmly, while he rises to survey the damage. you've toppled over the artifically conjured shelves and books and smashed the porcelain vase. without breaking eye contact, he waves his hand.

the gold veins trickling up his arms glow with amber light. the shelves piece themselves together. the vase disappears, reappearing on the nightstand as if nothing happened. a geo insignia gleams on the center of his palm. "y/n. while i appreciate that you adore me enough to use my love as leverage, i'd prefer if you spoke like a civilized person." he calmly states.

yan!zhongli who isn't surprised at all, as you stare at him numbly and realize who he is. what he is. and since the cat's out of the bag...well, he might as well do this, too, right?

yan!zhongli who watches as you attempt to hold a piece of broken glass, jabbing it in his direction and threatening him to let you go. he simply snaps his fingers. the glass vanishes. everything in this teapot is his, afterall. and soon enough, you will be his too. and as he advances, his earings clinking gently, amber eyes glowing with utter need, he reaches for your chin. even as you struggle--trying to push him away, fists slamming against his chest, fire fading from your fingertips as his own wrap around your vision--subduing it--his lips slant against yours.

it's a delicious struggle. one that reminds zhongli-no, morax, of the satisfying crunch of defeated god remains on the sole of his shoe. but this is far more satisfying. it's euphoric, almost. but he's a man of patience and control. even as he watches scarlet bloom across your cheeks when his fingers cup the redness. savouring the kiss, he holds you firmly in place while claiming the warm cavern of your mouth.

yan!zhongli, who is always there. never finished with you. never getting tired of you. your presence itself is preserved in this teapot, and it seems to ease the burden of erosion off his shoulders everytime his hands wrap around yours. even though your eyes are not filled with fire or the same gleam whenever you've finished the cup of 'herbal tea' that he provides you. (for your health...supposedly). he's contently humming to himself, and pressing a loving kiss to your forehead, long arms wrapped around your waist as he slots you against his lap. the perfect lap-warmer, no? he brags about how warm and lovely his darling is, regardless of whether she's compliant or not, drugged up or not, he loves you the most. mortals are fickle and delicate creatures though, so he has to keep you close. not that he minds.

"tired, my dear?" he asks gently, while the tip of his calligraphy brush flicks across a scroll. "perhaps some tea? or a bath?" the ink is an onyx black. it's a painted picture of you: asleep, by his side. your eyes seem fixated on the picture, as you slowly blink. you don't know how long it's been anymore. should you even bother?

yan!zhongli, who's pleased when you finally give in and wearily nod. "...maybe a bath." as the soap suds fall across your now-smooth and soft skin, no longer marred with scars or scratches or the gruesome remains of forgotten adventures, you can't help but let out a relieved sigh. zhongli is careful as he holds you bare against him, resisting the urge to smile. he needs to focus. but he can't help but feel pleased.

fragile yet fearless, your warmth will never leave him now.

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ETHEREAL | ROYALTY AU | VARIOUS! GENSHIN X READER

GROWING UP AS THE PRODUCT OF A FORBIDDEN ROMANCE between the king and a maidservant of the royal Aurelian family, you, the illegitimate fourth princess of the kingdom have always been left on your own. But things take a sudden turn when the tiny kingdom becomes engulfed in a deadly battle for succession between your older brothers and sisters.

In fear of you being caught up in the fray, your seemingly-distant father sends you off to live with oversea crown relatives--living on the continent of Teyvat. Suddenly, you're whisked away into the opulent and luxurious world of the true aristocracy.

Yet, not everything is as it seems...and thanks to your dreamy, starry-eyed nature, nobody suspects.

Your aunt and uncle seem to cherish you deeply; after bearing the grief of losing their own daughter, you seem to remind them of her...and you comfort them over their loss, winning their favour. When the time comes for the Annual Spring Ball--held at Celestia Palace, in the centre of the seven nations, they excitedly bring you along; marking this ball as not just a celebration of the coming of the aristocrat's social season, but also your debutante.

Your long, wispy lavender gown twirls enchantingly beneath the crystal chandelier's dim glow; a soft, alluring smile spread across your face, as you waltz with handsome strangers. Your H'/C hair flows freely down to your shoulders; framing your soft features.

Your aunt and uncle watch from the balcony with fondness. You've matured into a gentle person; unaware of the gazes you attract...

As the night descends into a full-swing party that would put even the celebrations the gods hold to shame, you slip away into the night; exhausted from all the dancing. The ball now feels suffocating to you, as you must put up a demure act for the approval of your aunt and uncle...and a successful debutante...

But you too, are also human. Your skin is flushed with weariness, as your gaze flits through the various escape routes you can take...

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ROUTE I: DEVOTION

YOU MAKE A BEELINE FOR THE BACK DOOR, MAKING A DASH for the exit as you lift the hem of your heavy dress; letting out a sigh, while you remove the heels you wear. Your bare feet make contact with the cool, marbled floors of Celestia Palace, while your gaze drifts to the moon. Its white rays shine through the glass pane windows, bathing you in its embrace, as you finally shed your act with a short sigh.

Face dropping into a mischievous smirk, your eyes glint with excitement as you eagerly dart through the halls of the palace; looking for a place to leave from. Surely there's a balcony you can jump off or a little door that servants use to-

You see, you had a rebellious streak. A very long one, too...and one that only one person seemed familiar with. But he wasn't here tonight to stop you, much to your delight. You were left to your own devices; as your relatives busied themselves with their own networking, you were able to roam like a free bird.

Suddenly, with a startled squeak, your forehead bumped against the sturdy chest of another figure, as you scowl; looking up to see a familiar face. It's the chaperone/babysitter your aunt had insisted you bring...your guardian knight, Xiao.

His touseled, dark green locks frame his sharp, cat-like features; as he looks down at you, chest heaving up and down, typically-pristine black guard uniform crinkled. The silver sword strapped to his hip clanked against his leg, as he reached forward; slamming a hand into the wall behind you, as he cornered you. Oh boy--he was mad. You innocently smile back, internally trying to calm down as you slowly back away. You're one of the few people shorter than him--and he always seems to be taking advantage of that. "Oh, hey, fancy seeing you here-"

"....Where are you going?" His voice is harsh and thick with panic, as he wraps a gloved hand around your wrist, pulling you close. His golden, cat-like eyes bore into your soul before he narrows them and glares at you accusingly. "...Were you about to leave? You know it's dangerous for you to wander off on your own, regardless of the circumstances."

You huff, trying to escape from his tight grip, while you pout pleadingly up at the strict knight who's been assigned to you since your early days of royal life back in the kingdom of Aurelian. You look up at him with round, puppy dog eyes. "I was just feeling...suffocated. I just wanted to look around." You smoothly lie, without an ounce of guilt. "...You know how I feel about this whole arrangement. Just this once, Xiao? I promise I'll be back...before the ball ends--maybe. Or not. It depends-you see, I was planning on going to the festival the villagers were hosting outside the palace; I was even going to invite you--"

Xiao interrupts, his eyebrows furrowing, as he sternly draws you closer and flicks you on the forehead. "It's dangerous. The world is much bigger and darker than you think, Y/N. Lying is bad--you think I don't your tricks by now." He deadpans at you, as he lifts you into the air, much to your surprise as you let out a startled yelp. "...What? Your feet are tired, aren't they? I saw how many suitors requested a dance. I'll hold your shoes."

You can feel his toned arms wrap effortlessly around your waist, lifting you to rest in his grasp; with his other hand, he picks up your heels, letting them dangle off of the tips of his calloused fingers in a practised motion. As if he's used to your antics by now. Just like the silent, responsible knight, he is.

You glance down at him in surprise, warmth blooming on your cheeks as you finally relax in his grip, a sheepish and dorky smile spreading across your lips. "Heh, you could say I'm too beautiful--am I right?"

"..." Xiao doesn't respond. But you smirk, as you notice a faint blush spread across his indifferent expression. After all, you had him figured out by now. He had been your knight since your days confined in the royal Aurelian palace; guarding your precious existence. Memories of late-night conversations from your window, little adventures gone wrong, and joyrides on his prized stallion flashed through your mind, as you rested your head on his broad shoulders, eyes swimming in veiled affection.

Despite his overprotective nature, you close your eyes; bathing in his attention. "...my knight. Always so loyal, and by my side, blocking me from trouble." You chuckle, beaming with amusement as you playfully tease him, watching his ears flush pink. This was how most of your conversations with him went, but you paused, nostalgia washing over your typically-carefree E/C irises. "...Though, I should probably stop my behaviour soon."

The memory of your aunt and uncle's excited, hushed whispers as they spoke of the countless men vying for your hand rings through your head. Your free days of soaring through the sky were numbered. And you knew it. Your life was a blissful cycle of dreams, but they wouldn't last forever.

You had duties. And soon you would need to return; back home, back to that suffocating palace across the sea; loved by none, and back to being a powerless princess trapped under the thumb of a new king.

It was either that, or remain under your false alias for the rest of your days; as Y/N Valian. There was no place for your starry heart amongst the sea of perfect constellations in the sky.

"...We can go." He softly mumbles, golden eyes slanting sideways to soak in the image in front of him. Did you really think he--your devoted guardian knight, was going to let you be auctioned off to the highest bidder? Oh, no, you were horribly wrong. He had a plan. But...for now, he'd let you enjoy your time. As long as he was by your side, he was content...no matter what.

Your lovely rose-pink dress now crinkled and folded, hair loose and tangled. Your breathless voice echoed into his ears. He prided himself on knowing everything about you; from what you liked eating, to what your favourite shade of blue was. He liked knowing that he knew all of your secrets; about the time you had launched yourself out the second-floor window and into his arms, to ride away to visit the Liyuean kingdom shores. About the days you had spent, weaving together vines to make a rope and escape the confines of the royale Aurelian palace--even if it was just for a moment. About the night you had returned home from a festival; hair touselled and lips swollen, in a drunken daze, as you pressed your soft lips onto the diamond-shaped, third-eye mark on his forehead.

Xiao was bad with words. And he knew it. But you seemed...to be able to look past those useless flaws of his, and embrace his timid yet stoic nature.

You tilted your head in confusion.

"...Go where?" You whisper back, heart pounding slightly as Xiao turns to face you. The handsome, chiselled smile you love so much is curved across his delicate lips, as he looks at you.

Xiao loved the way you made him feel. At first, you were nothing more than a naive rascal, looking for any opportunity to escape your duties. He disapproved of your lack of effort into proving yourself as the Fourth Princess, dismissing it as mere laziness. A refusal to accept who you truly were; someone destined for glory.

Until he saw the warmth and playfulness of your soul. The wistful, dreamy look in your eyes reflected the purity of this world; like a delicate flower, trying to brave out a storm ripping through its garden of fantasies. And he became your knight--the one willing to tear the storm down and shield the flower, nurturing it with care. You weren't suited for the rough political landscape of succession--despite your capabilities. It was from then on, he swore to protect you; at all costs.

But little birds were destined to fly freely, no? Xiao was content, as long as he could chase after the trail of wind left by your little wings.

"To the spring festival down at the village. I'll go anywhere with you."

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ROUTE II: DARKNESS

AS YOU TWIRLED TO THE RHYTHM OF THE CHARMING classical music, you felt a soft hand tap at your shoulder. You looked over, realizing it was your aunt--who wore an overdelighted expression. "...Is something the matter?" "Y/N, I'd like for you to meet this young gentleman--a business partner of your uncle and I's. This is Lord Tartaglia; he hails from Snezhnaya, and runs a commercial business under the Tsaritsa." Her gloved fingers dug into your soft skin, as she pulled you closer, and your misty, E/C eyes drifted to the man standing in front of you.

He looked like a prince charming.

A luxurious, white fur coat with a black collar was slung over one of his shoulders; embossed with a gold marking of the Tsaritsa--ruler of Snezhnaya. A symbol of devotion. Beneath the coat, he wore a white dress shirt with gold embroidery and a crimson sash, decorated with more amber chains. Curls of ginger hair had been pulled back to reveal his chiselled, boyish features.

But his fancy, striking appearance wasn't what caught your eye; it was his sharp, calculating eyes. A faded, slate-blue colour that seemed to bore into your soul; trying to decipher your every move. Despite his seemingly cryptic yet friendly smile, you were suspicious; something felt wrong. After all, you knew how to detect an actor--you were one, yourself.

"...It is my honour to greet you, Lord Tartaglia. I am Lady Y/N, of the house of Valian." A fake surname. You had long abandoned the royal last name of 'Aurelian,' instead opting to disguise yourself with your aunt and uncle's noble house. A mere white lie.

Your aunt warmly smiled, subtly pushing you towards the handsome man. Ah. It was obvious what she was hoping for. A match between you both--beneficial for the house and your uncle's sphere of influence. But you preferred your men sweet, not poisonous.

You had heard faint whispers from your little trips outside of the little Valian Manor in the countryside. About the alluring and attractive--yet ruthless man who cut down his enemies with no remorse. About how when his bloodthirst became too much to resist, he'd go haywire. About how he hid behind a mask of deceit, standing before the deep-pocketed nobles of the seven nations, charming them into revealing their secrets.

But you were no fool. The silver dagger sitting under the bodice of your dress, pressed against your waist; reassuring you of your safety. You were safe. You had the weapon--not him.

Lord 'Tartaglia,' smiled back, confidence evident on his face, as he pressed a faint kiss to the back of your hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Y/N. May I request a dance?" His carefully crafted image of a dashing prince had practically wrapped all the partygoers around his finger, as they scowled at you with envy.

You twitched, barely able to contain your emotions as a chill went down your spine, and your stomach churned uneasily. "....You may."

With that, you both descended to the dance floor, hand in hand. Black gloves covered his hands, which you presumed to be battle-scarred. Infamous rumours of his shady dealings in the shadows caused your eyes to warily analyze his every move. His movements were practised and poised; as he easily manoeuvred around the ballroom, taking the lead as you idly chatted with him, out of politeness. "Lord Tartaglia, I assume you are business partners with my uncle. He speaks highly of you."

"Ah, is that so? I'm flattered, honestly." His sheepish reply surprises you, as you try to keep calm; heart thundering with adrenaline as he draws you closer. "The house of Valian has jurisdiction of a small seaside port that my subordinates regularly frequent." His reply was smooth and without a hint of hesitation, as the waltz music quickened and he lifted you into the air, twirling you. Your eyes widened in surprise, as you panicked beneath your serene facade of grace. "Well, now that I've answered one of your questions...shouldn't you answer one of mine, now?"

His voice was playful and cheeky but held ulterior motives. You hesitated for a moment. Sensing this, he continued to push forward. "An eye for an eye, no? Let's drop the formalities.--please, just call me Childe."

"...I suppose you are right." You agreed, averting your gaze from the ginger, whose face remained placid; though you noticed a small, victorious smirk spread across his face. "Though, I don't see what a powerful advisor in Snezhnaya like yourself would want to know about me. My past is quite plain." You remarked as Childe steered you around the dance floor, amidst the envious glares shot your way.

He smirked, eyes glittering with arrogance as he puffed out his chest. It seemed that Childe took this as a challenge.

"Really? Comrade, you must be joking." He chuckled. "How do I even start...Lady Y/N, supposedly a distant relative of the Valian House--yet the head has no children. An unstained yet abstract reputation and an unknown figure to the public...this is your debutante, yet you don't seem nervous. Amongst the few who have seen and conversed with you, they describe you as a demure and soothing presence with an ethereal, soft appearance--which I must say, seems quite accurate."

"But everyone, has secrets, no? Princess of Aurelian..." His lips ghosted against the shell of your ear, as your eyes widened before he gave you an unreadable smile. "Though, naive little girls should stay home...and keep their noses out of my business."

His words, in contrast to his princely image, were crude and uncensored; as you saw him shed his snakeskin.

"...Alright, you've won this time." You frowned, anger bubbling up from your stomach...but you maintained a gracious and elegant attitude. This man was not to be messed with, so it was best you kept your distance--but arrogance was distasteful.

"But I can say the same for you, Lord Childe...or should I say, Ajax?" You boldy leaned forward, voice lined with ice as you softly snarled into his ear. Childe's arms stiffened at once. "Rumoured to be one of the underworld's leaders, and a contributor to the black market. Word is on the street that you're one of the Tsaritsa's top dogs, despite that mask of smiles that you wear to every soiree at Celestia Palace. Said to be an open-minded and earnest individual...yet, many think otherwise. You ought to watch it."

You both were silent for a moment, as the waltz ended and you curtsied, uneasily. Did you go too far?

Suddenly, booming laughter rang out from behind you as you turned around, seeing Childe doubled over, chuckles uncontrollably spilling from his mouth, as he wiped a tear from his eye. "...Pardon me. It seems I severely underestimated you. Care for another dance?"

You narrowed your eyes, but complied--left with no choice, beneath the dozens of eyes staring at your backs. "...Of course. How can I dare refuse?" You flatly replied, allowing him to reach for your hand, as the next song started.

Childe drew you closer, eyes fixed on your face. "I apologize for my rudeness, Lady Y/N. Shall we call it even?" He gently eased you closer, unbeknownst to you.

You scowled. "After you wipe off that blood stain on your glove, Lord Childe. It's been bothering me for a while." You no longer bothered to act ladylike; instead, you lashed out at the Childe. His eyes widened before he hastily ripped off his glove; shoving it into his suit jacket; before looking at you, intrigued.

You were interesting. Amongst the sea of giggling ladies and ambitious noblemen, you had been the only one to refuse to back down...and Childe liked amusement. Whether this was temporary or not--he didn't know. But he knew for a fact that he would be keeping you around for a while. His lips curled into a cunning grin, as he placed a hand on your chin; examining your features. "I didn't expect for a person like you to speak with such crudeness, to a gentleman such as I, Lady Y/N."

Despite your mellow and warm appearance, just like a rose--it appeared that you had your own thorns too. He could feel the faint outline of the dagger stashed beneath your corset, in your dress. You were perfect for him.

"Gentleman? Who? I see none." You replied, unamused. You scowled, cheeks blooming with a furious scarlet red, as a result of your unbridled anger. Childe merely stared down at you, amused.

"Shall we take a trip to the terrace?" He gestured, arm wrapped snugly around your waist, eyes glued to your face. "...So, what's the princess of the Aurelian empire doing so far from home?--ah, you must be cold. Here."

You suddenly felt hands on your shoulders, while he draped his fur coat over your back; shielding you from the night's cold bite. "...Don't act as if you don't already know."

You bitterly replied. It was a touchy subject. "...Family issues. My dearest father, who treasures me oh-so-much decided the best way for me to avoid it was to ship me overseas like a cargo container." Childe snorted, as he stood next to you. "I was fine on my own."

"So I've heard...do you not have anybody you care for?" Childe questioned, eyes glimmering with curiosity as he watched your expression fall, as you mutely shook your head. "Oh come on, comrade, don't lie."

"An eye for an eye." You shot back, leaning on the terrace railing; eyes misty with emotion. It was as if a storm had passed; knocking down your barriers and all you had ever known--leaving an impenetrable, foggy sea mist that couldn't seem to clear out of your mind. "...But yes, I do. There were the servant kids, who used to visit my living quarters with rations and flowers, in exchange for a story."

Childe's eyes softened, as his own mind began to wander. "...Children are lovely. I have extended family back at Snezhnaya, too." He pulled out a photo from his suit jacket. It was a little boy; almost an exact, younger, carbon copy of him, cheerfully waving at the camera. "His name is Teucer."

As you both continued to quietly converse beneath the stars, Childe felt a soothing tranquillity lapse over his battle-hungry soul. An omen of disaster.

Despite the thorns you bared and the hostile attitude, you were a pleasant person...non-judgemental and rational, from what he could tell. After all, you hadn't once tried to pull out that dagger hidden inside your dress. Childe hadn't felt at ease like this in ages.

Perhaps it was because he sympathised with you--being far from home. With nobody but yourself to rely on. Life was cruel, and the burdens it forced humans to bear only increased with time. But around your starry, distant eyes, reality faded away and healed the bruises left on Childe's dark heart.

"..Childe? Lord Childe?" You raised an eyebrow, waving your hand in front of the peculiar man's face, while blinking in confusion. "Childe? Are you-"

"Ajax. Just call me Ajax." His voice cut through your concerned questioning, as his gaze lifted to meet yours.

At once, you realized it. You had made a deadly mistake...and you could only numbly stare, as he reached forward, wrapping one of his arms around your waist and drawing you closer. His eyes swam a variety of emotions; bewilderment, delight, amusement...but most importantly, interest. Sharp interest. In his eyes, you were no longer a meagre extra in the background; now, you were the apple of his eye.

A dangerous smile slowly spread across his face. At first glance, Childe seemed warm; friendly, almost like a familiar friend. But once you had caused his facade to fall and his act to crumble, you were no longer just a disposable pawn.

You were the protagonist in his tale.

"Care for another dance?"

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ROUTE III: DEFENDER

THE SOFT, WISPY FABRIC OF YOUR DRESS FELT HEAVY--clinging onto your waist and dragging it down, as the cool night wind howled around you; splaying out strands of your H/C hair across your back. You stepped out of the room--weaving your way through the crowd and walking through the golden palace--you hated to admit it, but all the sparkles and luxury were starting to hurt your eyes. You eventually found yourself standing before a grand, twisting, stone staircase; leading to the palace gardens.

Tall, flowering shrubs sheltered your rather short figure from view, as you wandered the lush gardens. The heavy floral scent of roses surrounded a delicate stone fountain, depicting the heavens and the seven nations. Crystallized shards of glittering gemstones were embedded into the statues, as you sat down at the fountain's edge; letting out an irritated sigh. You slowly put down your guard; cheeks puffing, while you removed the silver pins drilling into your scalp.

Finally, you could relax.

You slid down the edge of the fountain--uncaring of the fact that the pink dress was slowly being rubbed against the ground, as you leaned over; trying to pull out the last bobby pin in your hair--wincing as you did so.

Suddenly, you heard it. Footsteps. But before you could react and cover your unladylike posture, you heard a smooth, baritone voice behind you.

"..Ah. My apologies. I didn't realize there was someone already here."

Your head whips around, E/C eyes meeting gold.

Enigmatic, aureate irises drilled deep into your soul; filled with =endless archives of wisdom. The handsome stranger's posture was distinguished and poised; long, smooth locks of ebony hair danced down his shoulders and were pinned together with a single amber stone. He is covered from neck down in a long, umber suit with gold and silver accesories; accentuating his toned, tall figure. Out of all the suitors you've encountered at this ball, he is by far, the most striking you've seen.

"...I-It's fine. You can stay." You turn away, cheeks flushing a rosy pink as you stutter in surprise, quickly trying to fiddle with the bobby pin clamping down tightly onto your scalp.

You feel his gloved hands gently graze your shoulder. "If I may? You seem to be struggling."

Flushing a bright red, you silently drop your arms, letting the stranger work his long, gentle fingers through your head; searching for bobby pins. An awkward silence filters into the garden.

"So, what brings you here?" You question, as you close your eyes; feeling his hands pause, before slowly continuing.

"...I was taken aback by the party atmosphere. It has been a while since I've made any appearances to the public, and I have become unaccustomed to the current trends." The stranger's tone of voice continues to send shivers down your back, as you silently pray for more bobby pins to weave themselves back into your head. "What about you?"

"I...was just tired." You confessed. "Of everything."

You felt your shell crack, as you gazed down at your perfectly manicured hands. "It wasn't too long ago when I was happily living in silence. But life had other ideas for me. My family suggested I attend this ball as my debutante, but I didn't expect it to be so tiring."

"Time waits for no one, but life is about balance. There will be obstacles and events that will throw themselves at the scale of perfection, and attempt to tip the odds in their favour. As mortals, we must push forward and refuse to give in. That is how humanity was formed." His insightful and philosophical response, rather than boring you, comforts you--much to the stranger's astonishment, as he watches you genuinely ponder over his response.

"...'and how the stars came to be.' Is that a saying from the latest book the former emperor, Morax of Liyue released?" Your eyes round with excitement as you lean back against the fountain, gaze cast to the stars.

MORAX. After just two years of a prosperous reign as the stand in for the young crown princess of the Liyue Empire, the young emperor stepped down; handing the role to another, citing it as too taxing; before taking up a disciple.

Namely, the Conqueror of Demons, Xiao--one of the strongest warriors of the kingdom you hailed from. He was a legend amongst the soldiers of the battlefield; for his just and unfaltering moral code.

Trained by the one and only. His public appearances were rare and numbered. But who were you to judge? If you had the option to, you were sure you'd do the same; do nothing but laze around in luxury all day.

The sky is a deep, lazuli colour; reflecting the eternal slumber of the heavens. You feel like a speck of dust in an overbearing colony of dust bunnies, while you watch the perfect formation of constellations shift throughout.

The scent of your nanny's cooking. Your little room; tucked away at the edge of the palace's extended annexe. Cramped but providing you with all that you needed, despite the sharp and scornful gazes tossed your way. The blooming field of untamed wildflowers, rapidly sprawled throughout the annexe's garden.

You missed it all. But you had to push. For the sake of your own life. "...Your advice was insightful. What's your name?"

"...Its Zhongli. May I inquire for yours?" Zhongli questions, golden eyes swimming in a matured pool of perception, while he takes a seat on the fountain rail.

You smile. "It's Y/N."

The conversation you have with the captivating man is deep and thoughtful; as you navigate through various subjects--all of which he has profound knowledge in. Stories about old Liyuean folklore, the best methods to cook bamboo shoots, and how to make a fortune selling glaze lilies in the city if you ever went bankrupt. He knew it all.

You both chat for hours; even as the sun begins to rise, peering over the slumbering and drunk palace, chasing away the darkness of the night. Its golden, amber hues of pink and orange churn with the eternal darkness; producing a brilliant sunset.

Was love, at first sight, a real thing?

You didn't know. But you knew if you did believe it, it would be with him.

Zhongli's patient and calming voice speak of a friend. Long forgotten and buried six feet under; a victim of a vicious assassination attempt which caused her body to crumble. Guizhong, was her name; another word that rolled off your tongue in an odd manner.

"...Her music warmed the very tips of my heart. I was foolish. Had gone minutes earlier..."

His eyes close for a brief moment, amber eyes filled with raw sorrow, as you frown; hesitating for a moment. "...Human life is not endless. The cycle must continue; lost time cannot be found again, but these memories can be stored in the archive of one's heart."

You gently place a hand on Zhongli's heart; feeling his heartbeat. It's serene yet rapid, thumping softly as he gazes into your eyes. .

Zhongli didn't know why he felt like this.

Like a newborn child, gazing up with wonder at the radiant sun. Your eyes seemed to exude genuine empathy. Your E/C irises shimmered beneath the sunrise's stare; twinkling with fresh fruits of intellect. They drooped, half-lidded as you let out a yawn; and Zhongli scooped you into his arms, cradling you securely. You blinked, in a sleepy haze.

"...I feel like we've met before. You..." It suddenly clicked. "You're a year older than me. Didn't you teach my knight, Xiao, swordsmanship?"

Zhongli pauses, slowly replying. Ah. It all clicked now. "Yes. I didn't recognize you...Lady Y/N."

It faintly clicked in your mind, as you did a double take; staring at him. Ah. It all made sense now. His perfect and dignified appearance. His sympathy. The way he had managed to effortlessly take your breath away.

He was the young boy who you had watched raise Xiao from the second he learned to grip a sword. And not just him either--he had taught you to appreciate literature, paint, and more. How to ride a steed, act around the rest of the royal family, and most importantly; how to love.

Zhongli seemed to be deep in thought as well; as he studied your face.

A downcast, timid stare. Your fingers, shyly reaching out to tug at his sleeve. The image of the flames engulfing your quarters back at the Aurelian Kingdom, the last time he had visited...

And he held you, tightly, eyes glowing with relief. You had changed and matured, during the time he was away. Your eyes were as clear as glass, reflecting the desire to fly. To be free. To love.

Like a glaze lily in full bloom. No wonder you had been able to so easily touch his heart and make it flutter. Zhongli had always hated it when the past came back to creep in and chip away at his sanity. The smell of overbearing smoke, clogged his nostrils as he ferociously tore through the battlefield; reaching your homeland, only to watch as more bloodshed occurred. As more soldiers clashed against each other in the battle for succession, burning down the extended castle annexe.

He made a silent contract with you, as you both entered the palace again.

"...This time, the fates will not separate our bond."

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BUDDING BLOSSOM | YAN! AYATO X READER

Pt.1 Pt. 2

PREVIOUSLY ON “FLOWER FROM AFAR”...

You had made a fatal mistake; you underestimated your enemy, believing that he hadn't noticed anything. Ayato let out a faint chuckle, violet eyes glittering with a deep obsession, as he wrapped his arms closer around you. You scrunched up your nose, a furious noise erupting from your throat as you tried to push him away.

Where had you gone wrong?

TW: SLIGHT NSFW + DUBCON

THE SCENT OF RICH, SUBTLE COLOGNE was overwhelming. Despite his obvious eagerness, Ayato handled you as if he was polishing one of his beloved katanas; with a delicate hand. Your heart leapt to your throat, as you felt a haze mist over the logical side of your brain.

Yo let out a breathless gasp as he broke the kiss. Ayato gazed down at your flushed, scarlet cheeks with fondness.

Your figures were intertwined with each other--sprawled across the cushy tatami mats of the tea ceremony room in your personal wing of the Kamisato Compound. The early sunrise cautiously peered at the seemingly-intimate scene, as streaks of gold and burnt orange began to fade into the inky dark canvas of violets and navy blues.

The tiny, silver pins clumping together your tangled, (H/C) hair clattered to the floor, as the gloved hand entangled into your hair forcibly pressed you towards another cool body. It seems like the hours of work your handmaidens had poured into making you look picturesque, had all gone to waste.

The Yashiro Commissioner let out an amused hum, descending further into the cavern of your mouth; clearly enjoying the moment. He skillfully trailed his tongue around your mouth. The bitter taste of the matcha tea he had been sipping earlier imprinted itself onto your tastebuds--and memory.

"Hmm!" Your brain finally registered what was going on. Panicked, you felt elemental energy thrum through your veins, channelling towards your palms. Before you could block it from flowing outwards, it was too late.

A sharp, overwhelming gust of fierce wind blasted outwards from your hands. You watched in horror, as your husband was abruptly thrown away, back slamming against the edge of the table. The delicate, porcelain tea set sitting on the wooden surface slipped off the edge--instantly shattering into thousands of shards.

Your vision pulsed, wildly struggling against its bronze cage. The metal cracked--but you instinctively curled your hands around the locket, regaining your sense of restraint.

"I-I apologize for my rudeness, but-" You hurriedly stumbled over your words, jumping to your feet and stepping back in terror. You knew, more than anyone else, that Kamisato Ayato wasn't all bark and no bite.

A cruel yet just man. Honest to his every word; but willing to exploit any loophole he discovered, in the name of the Commissioner and the Almighty Shogun.

He was the Yashiro Commissioner--not just because he was politically competent, but also for his innate talent in swordsmanship and the martial arts. Was he going to throw you out? Execute you for treason?

"...I was unaware of your elemental prowess." His clear, unfazed voice cut through the tense atmosphere, as he calmly stood up. "You have talent. The reports I received from my subordinates were underexaggerated. Your movements are sharp and practised."

You tentatively lifted your gaze, peering into his eyes. Oh, Archons. You were in danger.

His smile was twisted. On the outside, it seemed like the smile he wore to political meetings and gatherings with his underlings; a polite, faint smirk that veiled his intentions. But beneath it, lay something sinister. Something you didn't like.

It suddenly dawned upon you. Why didn't he seem surprised, at all?

"...My lord. Why did you..." You paused, as you slowly shrunk backwards in fear, avoiding his gaze. Your eyes desperately scoured the room for an exit. A handmaiden would do. With a single ring of a bell, one of your servants could surely come and splutter out some sort of emergency, or a situation where his presence was required.

Caught up and disorientated with fear, you failed to notice the arms reaching forward and forcibly yanking your chin towards the said man, who impassively looked down at you.

But it was his eyes that scared you the most.

Kamisato Ayato was the very spitting image of Hydro; calm, and graceful. The Commissioner always carried himself with an air of elegance and controlled every single room he stepped into. Almost as if he was an actor, dutifully carrying out his role in this entire orchestrated play.

But even the tiniest ripple in the sea can cause a huge tidal wave to form--overtaking the strongest winds.

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TW: SLIGHT NSFW STARTS HERE! SKIP IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE

HIS EYES BURNED WITH A MIXTURE OF EMOTIONS. Interest, amusement, pleasure...was that happiness?

"Did you really think the same trick would work twice?"

Your back was suddenly pressed against the tatami mats of the room. His lips once again, descended onto yours--shushing your insistent whines. Ayato pressed his body against the ruined kimono you wore--seizing your wrists with one hand, and pressing his legs onto your soft thighs. Your squirming was restrained; albeit, temporarily.

Anemo energy had begun to funnel towards you again, as you secretly thanked Barbatos for his blessing. You winced, tilting your head away; not wanting to see the after-effects the incoming windstorm would strike onto Ayato's face. You knew how to appreciate good art, after all--and his face was one of the most beautiful paintings you had ever encountered. That was, of course, before it started talking.

"Oh? Have you not learned? The same tricks will never work twice, against me, my love." Ayato cooed mockingly. His own vision pulsed to life, as a clear tendril of water, materialized before your very eyes--wrapping itself tightly around your figure. You felt your stomach tighten, as the tendril wrapped around every inch of sensitive skin on your body; between your chest, wrapping around your legs, and clasping your wrists together.

"You-" You spluttered in shock, as you felt your cheeks flush in anger. "Unhand me at once! What is the meaning of this?!"

With his hands both free, Ayato tenderly placed both hands into your cheeks--pressing faint kisses across your face, before trailing his lips onto your neck. Ayato's gaze appreciatively trailed down your figure, letting out an exasperated sigh.

"What do you mean? You are my wife, are you not?" His teeth pinched at the soft, supple skin around your neck; leaving a trail of blooming hickeys. "It seems there have been lots of insects crawling around you, unnoticed. It's my duty to chase them away. I recall that we never completed our martial duties."

You let out a breathy gasp--which didn't go unnoticed by Ayato, who began to abuse that particular spot on your skin. "I-I assumed you would take on a concubine for these types of duties, seeing as we aren't compatible in bed together."

Ayato paused for a fraction of a second--freezing in place. You peeked downwards curiously--watching warily as he clutched your torso even tighter.

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A DANGEROUSLY LOW CHUCKLE. A SHARP INTAKE OF BREATH. Suddenly, Ayato manoeuvred away from you; watching with apathy, as the tendrils of water clinging onto you yanked you up to your knees, ignoring your protests.

You tensed, feeling his chest against your back, as your thighs pressed against his legs. A gloved hand reached upwards, cupping your chin as you felt his breath against your ear.

"How would you know that? We haven't even consummated, yet you are making assumptions that we aren't compatible." You tensed, as he gently whispered into the shell of your ear.

Suddenly, you jolted, feeling his mouth slant over the shell of your ear; encasing it in warmth. An odd sensation shot through your abdomen, as you unconsciously pressed yourself against his knee--desperate for any sort of friction. "Ah...I-"

"Hm? You say we aren't suited for each other, yet here you are, letting out such lewd noises." Ayato watched, amused, as you squirmed in his grasp; before resuming his assault on your neck.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, as you wordlessly looked away, gaze trailing to the locket laying on top of your crumpled kimono. In the fray of the moment, it seemed like it had popped open; revealing the glowing emerald-green stone within. "Since...when did you know?"

The commissioner paused his movements. For a moment, nobody moved, as the reality of what was going on sunk into you. You felt him shuffle behind you, placing an affectionate peck on the crown of your forehead. "Quite a while. Did you truly believe I wouldn't notice your midnight adventures? Though, I must say, I commend you for being such a natural actor."

Stunned, you clammed up, slumping in his hold. This wasn't right. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. You were both supposed to continue to live in ignorance of each other. Your upper lip trembled, as you anxiously dug your fingernails into the palms of your hands. "...Was this the reason behind your visit? Because you wanted to discipline me? Or perhaps-"

"Far from it." Ayato dismissed your concerns, gently drawing you closer. "...I could not help but notice how carelessly you handle this fragile body. I should have taken better care of you."

You felt his arms tighten around your body, curling protectively around your waist. Like a restrictive cage. Your apprehension flew out the window, as you anxiously tried to pry his arms off. "There isn't a need for that. My lord, we had a mutual agreement." Your frosty tone left almost no room for argument. "I would prefer if we went back to ignoring each other."

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AYATO'S FAVOURITE FLOWERS WERE SAKURA BLOOMS. A fleeting beauty lost in the wind in mere seconds after living out its short, yet stunning life. Budding flowers were easily crushed at the heels of others--but you didn't seem to understand. You poor, naive, little thing. Would those tricks really keep you out of trouble forever?

You were safest by his side.

Why didn't you understand?

"Let me go." You demanded, as your temper began to flair. This time, you didn't try to hide your escape attempts clawing impatiently at his arms. He had no right to dictate your life--after the cold, nonexistent relationship you both had shared from the start.

A fairy tale romance. That was what you wanted; a warm, radiant prince charming who could embrace you with a smile hiding nothing but their undying love for you. Someone who would be agreeable and kind; pure and honest.

Kamisato Ayato was a snake. A sly, vicious snake who was willing to do anything to achieve its objective; hidden behind a mask of benevolence.

"What is so wrong about being with me?" Ayato's lips grazed the shell of your ear. You froze at once. "I hate to brag, but I can support you financially, and emotionally. I've been told by various subjects that my physical appearance is more than charming." He commented, gauging your reaction.

"I don't like you. I like pure and honest men who have nothing to hide." You blurted out the first excuse that had popped into your mind. "I can never tell what you are thinking--and you act all benevolent and generous when I'm sure you're scheming something beneath that mask of smiles." You silently cursed your loud mouth. Great, nice going, Y/N. So much for being tight-lipped.

His gaze sharpened. "Alas, dropping the formalities I see. I suppose I know when a negotiation is lost." He let out a disappointed sigh as if silently scolding you for incompetence.

"Lady Y/N. I will warn you this once." His tone dropped dangerously low, as you stiffened. "Do not mention other men in the presence of me. I would much rather treasure you as a budding flower from afar, in a crystal vase. Not discipline you like a disobedient dog."

You had gone too far, and you knew it. However, all humans have pride--just like you. Rolling your eyes, you huffed; looking away irritatedly. Suddenly, you jolted.

Ayato stood up. His long, elegant legs slowly lifted his upper body, arms locking you in place; careful not to drop you, as he carefully cradled you, despite his ominous silence. Caught off guard, you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck for security. "...I would prefer if you put me down. I will call for my own handmaidens to-"

"I am taking you to my quarters. Surely you know what this means, no?"

The Yashiro Commissioner indifferently strolled to his room--ignoring your protests and pleading to be released.

"Perhaps you ought to realize how generous I have been with you, this whole time."

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VIVID ILLUSTRATIONS OF VIOLET BLOSSOMS dancing in the wind had been carefully painted onto the sheer shoji screens concealing the view of the Yashiro Commissioner's bed.

A desk lay in one corner; stacked with a pile of documents and an inked quill--nothing compared to the commissioner's official office, though. Dim, fluorescent lanterns had been strategically placed throughout the room.

Stowed away beneath the thick blankets on the bed, you let out an exhausted huff. You sat on your knees; weaving together strands of your H/C hair into a plaid braid--a tedious task. At last, you finished--and came to a realization; there was nothing to pin the braid together.

Frustrated, you were about to let go of your hard work and just leave your hair be--until a hand stopped you. "Here. Allow me."

The same hand that had clumsily attempted to comb through the tangles and knots in your hair, was the said culprit behind the issue. Red marks had been cleverly positioned in plain sight; at locations which would be impossible to cover. You scowled, fuming as Ayato pulled you closer; planting an affectionate kiss to your hand, as he smoothly tied a length of pale purple cord around the end of your hair.

Like a leash of possession.

It was a silent message; if you ran, he'd catch you. If you dared to struggle, you knew he'd quell your needless attempts with his unnerving smile.

Helpless. That's what you were.

Humiliated tears prickled at the edge of your eyes. Ayato chuckled, as he reached up, brushing them aside and gently bumping foreheads with you. "What is there to cry about?" He hummed, as he gently released your waist, standing up to shrug on his white suit jacket. "I have some matters to attend to. Be good."

The hidden threat sent shivers down your spine, as you stubbornly denied to reply. You remained motionless, as he exited the room. The faint murmur of chatter echoed through the quiet space, as you climbed to your feet; letting out a pained groan as you did, massaging some sore spots.

Acceptance had thudded heavily upon your shoulders. You weren't a fool. The Yashiro Commissioner was a powerful position. No longer would you be able to move as freely, or have an ounce of privacy now that Ayato seemed so intent on keeping you to himself.

Even now, you could sense the subtle presence of a watchdog observing your every move. The slight tension in the air. The daunting feeling of being stalked. The small, barely noticeable puffs of breath coming from the ceiling.

Barbatos had gifted you with an Anemo vision for a reason--and it was to give you the opportunity to soar freely and avoid obstacles. To go with the wind.

You'd be damned if you didn't go down trying. You still had connections--the handmaidens in the west wing, the tiny tunnel that a Shuumatsuban dog had once dug beneath the soil of one of the barricades surrounding the compound, and more. There were plenty of chances.

However, as you slid open the shoji screen doors leading to the outside world, you stopped in place; enchanted by the scene before you.

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"REPLACE ALL THE HANDMAIDENS, AND MAKE SURE THAT THE HOLE IS PATCHED UP WITH CONCRETE. I WASN'T AWARE OF HOW INCOMPETENT THE GUARDS HAVE BECOME."

A stiff, suffocating atmosphere had thickened amongst the Kamisato retainers--who watched in silence as the said man sitting at the head of the table, stared down a liege of guards grovelling for mercy.

"W-We will do better in the future, my lord...please, we beg for a second chance-" The commander of the platoon nervously stuttered, dread coursing through his veins. "We will ensure that Lady Y/N remains under supervision, a-and is safe. Please overlook this minor misstep!"

Ayato hummed impassively, as if contemplating. "...Very well. Reflect on your actions. I am feeling merciful today." He nodded, gesturing for the guards to leave; who instantly disappeared, scrambling out of the room. "You are all dismissed."

At once, the retainers all dispersed; frantically whispering amongst themselves.

"What has gotten into Lord Kamisato?... Reprimanding the security, repairing the practically impossible to enter the compound, and replacing the servants in the west wing..."

"Have you not heard? He recently took a liking to his wife... what's most likely happening currently is some sort of honeymoon phase..."

"Tsk, I've heard that Lady Y/N is quite sickly though...which is why she has never made any public appearances. I feel for her-"

As his subjects dutifully filtered out of the meeting hall, Ayato nodded, pleased; gathering urgent documents and carrying a pot of ink with him, to bring back to the bedroom. While he enjoyed watching you fly freely and go as you pleased, it was about time he clipped your wings--before you flew too far.

"My lord! I presume you are going to visit Lady Y/N's chambers?" The cheerful tone of Thoma's voice cut through Ayato's dark train of thought. "I'm glad that your marriage has been moving along swimmingly--are you still wooing her?"

Ayato paused, taking a long, calculating stare at the devoted expression on Thoma's face. Pure and honest. The man was the exact definition of who you had described.

A sharp tinge twitched at the back of his mind. "We are getting along fine, Thoma. There is no need to concern yourself with my personal bedroom affairs. She is currently in my own quarters, so I am simply returning to my room." He turned away, ignoring Thoma--who was left to trail him.

"My lord, I-"

"Thoma. There are you." The clear-cut, gentle voice of Kamisato Ayaka cut through Thoma's words, interrupting the flow of conversation. "I was just looking for you. Oh, hello, brother."

As graceful as a white heron, Kamisato Ayaka was the embodiment of what true benevolence was--unlike her older brother, who brandished his generosity like a weapon. Her kind, understanding pale grey eyes reflected Ayato's violet ones like a mirror. The Yashiro Commissioner gave his sister an affectionate pat on the head. "Ayaka. Are you going out right now?"

"Yes, I need to run some errands. Though, it seems you are busy with your current infatuation with your lover." Ayaka commented, amused. She shyly smiled from behind her wooden fan, before turning her attention back to Thoma. "Thoma, I need your help with a couple things--would you mind tagging along?"

"Not at all, my lady. Are we departing now?"

Ayato made a mental note to thank his sister later, before he let out a relieved sigh. Like bees to honey, suddenly everybody became interested to know about his marriage--namely, you. What you looked like. How to meet you. When they'd be able to contact you, and form a connection.

He wouldn't allow that. As your spouse, it was his duty to keep you away from the world, and from being taken advantage of.

He was never a fan of sharing, either.

Soon, Ayato arrived at his destination; sliding open the shoji doors to his bedroom--which to his chagrin, was empty. Distress signals flew through his mind, as his eyes quickly skimmed the room, searching for your familiar figure.

There was no way you had left--there was simply no possibility of that happening. Were you hiding? Or did you-

Suddenly, he noticed a stream of sunlight pouring through an open shoji screen door leading to the veranda. Sitting on the edge, was you.

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FRESH SAKURA FLOWERS ROAD THE COATTAILS OF THE WIND; swirling freely around you. The soft, floral scent flooded the room; coating the space in a haze of tranquillity. Your glossy H/C locks contrasted brilliantly against the azure blue sky, as you tilted your head; gazing at the cherry-bark trees and garden.

The yukata Ayato had one of his servants lay out for you suited you brilliantly. The white fabric was stained by deep indigo flowers; tied together at the waist by a pale blue sash and golden cord.

You were breathtaking. Like an untouched flower, blossoming in a little pot--constantly trying to reach for the sky's limit. Once again, Ayato was reminded of how fragile you were.

He had watched people carelessly crush little flowers and plants at the heels of their feet, as they withered away. He couldn't let that happen to you--not when you had just started to bud under his care. and recover.

The knot holding together the braid from this morning had disappeared; leaving your hair to tousle in the wind, knotting and tangling together. Ayato let out a quiet sigh, noiselessly strolling forward and reaching for a hairpin left on his nightstand.

The thought of you leaving little traces of your presence around his bedroom pleased him. A bit too much. He strolled forward, possessively wrapping his arms around you and burying his face into your hair.

At once, his fatigue evaporated. You let out a surprised squeak, jolting. You scowled, fidgeting in his grasp. "Y-You--Is this how you treat a lady? I request you let go of me, my lord-"

Ayato felt a foreign warmth wash over him. Once again, he had caught you off-guard and defenceless. How had you even survived a day out there exploring? He should have never let you go.

Well, that was in the past now. You wouldn't be stepping a foot out of his sight; ever again. But first, he'd have to change that title you used. Patience is key, when it comes to growing flowers, after all.

"IT'S AYATO, TO YOU, DEAREST"

A/N - Aaaand we are done with this! I was legit blushing while writing the kissing scene at the beginning of this...hopefully it wasn't too unbearable, since that was my first time writing something like that.

My next post will probably be something new; I was thinking a Diluc or Albedo post, but I'm not sure - I might do a part two of my Zhongli oneshot.

Finished this at 1:07 AM, Dec. 25th, so I'd like to say Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates it, and happy holidays! I have some more free time, so I can work on this blog a bit. I haven't edited this post, but I didn't want to disappoint--Thank you all for the new follows and likes I received recently, it means a lot and really motivates me &lt;;3

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hey guys! its been a while since I've posted something onto this blog, and I'm sorry about that. I've been busy with schoolwork and stuff, but i have some free time now^^

here are future wips and posts i'm working on;

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SHIELDED | YAN! ZHONGLI X READER (part two of FRAGILE)

preview;

SHADOWS ENGULFED THE OLD, Liyuean-style room; illuminated by a single scented candle. The pleasant, sickly-sweet incense burned brilliantly in the dark, casting a glow over your pale, slumbering face. A thick quilt had been draped over your body, smothering you in a casket of warmth. As the hours continued to tick by, a pair of amber eyes diligently watching your figure became anxious...

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ENRAPTURE | YAN! DILUC X READER (wip, in the brainstorming stage)

DOVE | YAN! GENSHIN IMPACT X READER

IF possible, eventually i'm thinking about writing some akatsuki no yona & bnha fanfiction, but only if i have time. for now, I'm completely dedicated to genshin. thank you so much for all the notes and new follows, it really motivates me! i think I've opened my inbox too, so feel free to send me requests/questions - sorry if i don't reply quickly, though </3

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FLOWER FROM AFAR | YANDERE! KAMISATO AYATO X READER | PT 1

Part. 1 Part. 2

IN TEYVAT'S BEGINNER GUIDE TO GROWING FLOWERS, it cites that all native flowers flourish and bloom in their respective regions of birth--rarely away from home, do they choose to open their buds and blossom.

Kamisato Ayato had believed, for a very long time, that the flower unwillingly plucked and thrust to his side had withered. However, he was pleased to find that was not the case.

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A DOWNCAST, OBEDIENT GAZE. Neatly combed strands of hair entwined backwards into a traditional Inazuman-style bun; pinned up by deep blue chrysanthemums. A delicate, snowy white kimono draped over your poised figure, embroidered with a flowery azure blue print.

Ayato's pale violet eyes drilled holes into your skull, silently observing your every move. The rich, comforting scent of matcha tea wafted through the air, as you brewed the hot liquid. Apathy clouded your (E/C) eyes, rendering your emotions unreadable. A faint spark of interest ignited within Ayato, as he calmly watched you bend forward, pouring him a cup of tea.

Had it not been for your unnaturally sharp facial structure, and (H/C) hair that stuck out like a sore thumb, you could have easily passed as any common Inazuman noblewoman. But these distinct features were easy to tell apart from a crowd; they screamed of Monstadt. Of the fact that you were a foreigner.

"...My lord, your tea is ready." Ayato was snapped out of his thoughts, gaze flitting to the cup of tea you offered him. "Please be careful, for it is quite hot."

Ayato took a sip. The refreshing, almost bitter taste instantly woke him up. A faint smile curved across his lips. "Your tea-brewing skills have improved since you arrived, dearest. I take it that you've learned from an expert--perhaps Ayaka?"

"Yes. Lady Ayaka was gracious enough to educate me on the process." You made no attempt at conversation, as an awkward silence stretched out between the two of you.

Nine months. It had been nine months, since you had been shipped overseas, like a bag of cargo--only to be wed off to the distant, elusive Yashiro Commissioner sitting in front of you. The only time you both had interacted, was during the engagement ceremony, the wedding reception, and the brief kiss you had shared during the vows. So what was he doing here?

You discreetly gulped down the bitter tea, tongue protesting in pain, as a searing hot sensation rushed down your throat. You held in a cough, retaining your composure. "...My lord, is there anything that you require of me? I believe I requested that you simply send a servant instead of personally coming to me. I understand that you are bu-"

"Is it wrong of me to want to visit my dear wife? I hold my family quite close to my heart." Ayato smoothly replied, taking a sip from his teacup. "I haven't visited you in a while, nor had a proper conversation in ages. I missed you."

You internally cringed at the unnatural, sappy words pouring from the typically dignified Yashiro Commissioner's mouth. Lies. All lies. What was he up to?

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THE FIRSTBORN DAUGHTER OF TWO MONSTADT ARISTOCRATS--distant relatives of the Gunhildr clan, and one of the few families spared during Lady Venessa's rebellion. Your parents had been relatively lax; constantly busy with work, unable to make time for you in their lives. To compensate, they let you do as you wished; as long as you made sure to uphold family values, and study well.

Thus, your life had been filled with days immersed in your studies as an aristocrat and chasing crystal flies through the shadows of Whispering Woods. A simple and balanced life, filled with both freedom and rules. You had never resented your parents; they provided you with everything you needed and hired a nanny who raised you well. You and your parents held mutual respect and an indirect form of affection for each other.

Yet that all came shattering down when news of a marriage proposal from overseas arrived. The prospects were excellent, and your parents had hastily agreed in your stead. Nothing could be done; you were now engaged to the head of the Kamisato Clan, a man you had never met.

THAT NIGHT, you had bawled your eyes out in the lap of your beloved nanny; before begging your parents, for the first time ever, to not be sent to a foreign nation. Where you would be alone, once again.

That was when you realized it; it wasn't that they were always busy. They simply didn't care enough to constantly stand by your side. A political marriage like this was enough to ensure that you would be well-fed and sheltered, so they were satisfied. Their job was done.

Beneath the pale white moonlight, shining through the gaps between the branches of your favourite tree in the Whispering Woods, was a wet patch of soil. Your tears continued to roll down the edges of your eyes; watering the soil and tree. You had tasted what freedom was; but now, it was being ripped away from you.

Perhaps it was the Anemo crystal flies that took pity on you--or maybe even Barbatos himself, who knows. Either way, the next morning, you woke up in the woods; eyes puffy and cheeks red with dried tearstains. Next to you, a green glass orb glowed brilliantly; casting its emerald light down upon you. A secret friend that would forever accompany you on your endeavours.

At first, hope had sparked through your body; the vision was proof of your ambition and worth. Would it be enough to save you from your lonely fate?

However, when you had gleefully thrust your vision into the gaze of your nanny, her gentle demeanour turned sour.

"Milady--where did you get this?.... Please do not joke around. A noble lady, especially one getting married to a prestigious overseas commissioner, should not desire such things. Please always be reminded of your responsibilities. There is no longer room for freedom."

Cracks had slowly, one by one, crept across the glass mirror reflecting your once-perfect life. At first, you had despaired; confining yourself within the darkness of your room--refusing to eat or dress up for guests. It got worse--to the point, maids had to drag you kicking and screaming to take a bath. What was the point?

Regardless of how much ambition or intelligence you had, everything boiled down to how marriageable you were. Everything revolved around your pretty face and blue blood.

But did it really?

There's so much to explore, in this world. Why not try to chase for the stars, little lady? If you don't have a lot of time 'til you're shipped off overseas, you may as well enjoy it.

Some words of advice from some retired adventurers, lounging lazily around the warmth of a fire in the Whispering Woods.

A sharp, numb, pang of realization rang through you. They were right.

There was so much to see in Inazuma, as well, wasn't there?

--

"I haven't visited you in a while, nor had a proper conversation in ages. I missed you."

YOU RESISTED THE URGE TO ITCH AT A SPOT ON YOUR NECK. A mere distraction. Moving too much would cause the tiny pins in your hair to fall out of place, and wrinkle your kimono. You resisted the urge to clasp your fingers around the bronze locket hanging around your neck; to feel the comforting pulse of your vision, hidden inside the flimsy metal.

"I see." You dryly replied, uncomfortably looking away. From the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar blond, who gave you a short bow. An awkward smile graced your lips, as you tilted your head in greeting.

After you had arrived in Inazuma, you were greeted by a blond-haired, emerald-eyed man; one of your fiance's trusted servants, Thoma. He was a good conversation partner; a former Monstadter, now serving the Commissioner. If you wished, you could reach out to him for comfort. He'd surely sympathize with a lonely little lady, faraway from home. But you knew that he couldn't be trusted with your little secret. You could see the burning loyalty in his passionate emerald eyes, that he held for the Yashiro Commissioner.

"...Everybody, please leave the room." Ayato's sharp voice cut through your train of thought, as you refocused your attention on him. His once plaint, calm demeanour had disappeared. Hearing his order, your handmaidens and the servants all instantly disappeared. You hesitantly shuffled, unsure if you should follow. "No, you stay, Y/N."

"...Yes, my lord. How can I help?" You replied, gnashing your teeth, as you fiddled with the hem of your kimono. What on earth did this man want? He had shown zero interest in you, in the past; always busy with 'work-related matters,' never bothering to show up to any birthdays or formal events, just like your parents.

Not that you minded. The western wing of the Kamisato residence remained practically uninhabited until you had moved in. All the handmaidens and servants working in your quarters were on your side, in this household.

You were a noblewoman too. One of the talents you had picked up was exerting your own influence. Within weeks, you had completely won the staff over--including the handmaidens assigned by the Yashiro Commissioner himself, to watch over you.

Ayato calmly set his teacup down, steel gaze flicking to meet your eyes. Goosebumps trailed down your spine. "I would like to ask you something, and I'd prefer if you were as honest as possible."

Panic flew through your mind. Did he find out about the secret stash of Guides to Freedom you had commissioned an adventurer to transport to you? Or the wind glider hidden in the back of your closet? Or perhaps...

Your Anemo Vision?

--

"...ARE YOU NOT FOND OF MY PRESENCE? HAVE I OFFENDED YOU IN THE PAST?"

A dull silence resounded through the room, as you froze in fear. His words slowly ticked through your mind, processing. Ayato tilted his head, amusement evident in his unreadable gaze. He leaned towards you, and you instinctively flinched, snapping out of your trance.

"...I'm afraid I do not understand your question, my lord." You replied stoically. "You are my husband. There is no reason for me to disli-"

"Really? Then I'd like to inquire why you decided to place your eyes upon Thoma, rather than me, your husband?" You stiffened, as those saccharine-sweet, sugarcoated words flowed easily from Ayato's mouth. "Tell me, my sweet wife. Since when did you begin to fancy my own servant?"

You felt your own typically-dormant temper flare. Since when did this man have the right to involve himself in your private affairs? However, you patiently gritted your teeth--a faux, thin-lipped smile of elegance curving across your delicate features.

"I don't know what you are talking about, my lord. You rarely visit me, and we've only spoken on a couple occasions, regarding formal matters. I apologize, but you have no right to inquire about my private affairs. " You bluntly replied. "I neither dislike nor favour you, my lord."

Ayato hummed softly, shifting slightly.

The eyes are the windows to one's soul. Scriptures from the Favonius Church cited this saying--that one's emotions and beliefs are evident, and can be identified by looking into their eyes.

But when you gazed into his eyes, it was like peering into a misty field, after a gentle spring shower. A thick fog veiled his intentions, yet Ayato's mesmerising violet irises were clearer than the waterfalls of Springvale.

He patted the empty spot next to him. "Perhaps I haven't been clear enough. We should have an amicable relationship, but I've been neglecting you. I apologize. WHy don't you have a seat next to me?"

You narrowed your eyes, watching his snake-like expression twist in amusement at your reluctance. What in Celestia's name was he planning now? Regardless, it appeared that the minor tantrum he was previously throwing, was over. You stood up, shuffling to his side. Your kimono rustled, the exquisite silk crinkling as you sat down next to him.

Unbeknownst to you, his gaze burned with vicious envy, as his mind formulated a plan.

--

THE GLOSSY FABRIC OF HIS GLOVES suddenly brushed against your cheek, as you steeled your unrelenting gaze--putting up an unfazed front. His face drew closer, fingers trailing to your shoulders.

You could feel it. His cool, indifferent touch crinkling the kimono--calculative gaze soaking in your every reaction. You nervously felt your teeth rake the edge of your lip--bruising it.

"...My lord, I'd like to ask of you to please maintain some personal space." You dryly commented, feeling your cheeks flush a rosy pink. You pursed your lips, forcibly yanking his wrists away from your body. The long, rigid fabric slid backwards, revealing the unblemished skin beneath. You watched as Ayato's eyes appreciatively soaked in the visual before him.

Suddenly, he chuckled. The smooth, elegant noise sent a shiver across your spine, as your stomach fluttered at the sound.

The man was heartless--you knew that more than anyone. Neither of you even bothered to try and hide the fact that your marriage was completely political. So why was he trying to get all buddy-buddy with you? You scowled, glaring viciously at him.

"...I had thought that you were withering away, due to lack of attention. But it appears I was completely wrong." He leaned forward. Your eyes widened, as alarm bells went off in your head. You shot backwards, mouth opening to hurl a line of crude insults at him.

"How dare you-"

--

AS MONTHS OF COLD SILENCE between the two of you fluttered by, Ayato had become curious; what was his new 'bride' like? He had, for a long time, assumed that you had resigned yourself to your fate; to live as a sacrificial lamb, for the sake of a political alliance--yet the opposite was true.

You were interesting. A delicate flower, desperately clinging onto your last hope, and against all odds, blooming in a foreign nation. He could still remember the first time he had seen you manipulate Anemo.

It had been a long, dreary evening of meeting after meeting. The hot, humid summer air sank into the thick, ceremonial white robes he wore, as beads of sweat trickled down his neck. The sky was a deep, midnight blue; slowly flushing into a glorious golden dawn. Another night, wasted away.

It was an accident. Ayato had merely been observing the back garden of the Kamisato compound, from his hidden sanctuary; a small fountain in a clearing, overlooking the western wing's garden. A faint flash of emerald green lit up the area.

His eyes widened, soaking in the view. In mere seconds, a figure had scaled the wall of the compound--darting effortlessly through the air, and landing with a thump on the other side. An intruder? Or perhaps an assassin-

No. That face looked familiar. Ayato watched, intrigued as your appearance morphed and distorted. Your long, (H/C) locks, once tainted with an unrecognizable dark brown colour, returned to their original state. Your facial structure changed, as did your other defining features.

Ah...Y/N was her name, I believe. He had almost forgotten about you--and the fact that you even existed. His memory flashed back to the submissive, weak gaze that you held when he first met you. Had it truly all been an act? From a distance, he watched as a handmaiden appeared from the shadows--placing a shawl around your shoulders and frantically whispering into your ears, before helping you brush away a few stray leaves from your clothes. Your lips curved into a dazzling smile, as you let out a breathless laugh, trying to catch your breath.

How had you done it? Curiosity overwhelmed his indifference, as he continued to observe the two of you slink back into the confines of the western wing. Your acting was on spot.

For the next couple of days, Ayato would remain perched next to the fountain, documents in hand, as he observed you skillfully creep in and out of the compound. Some days, you'd return with a beaming smile, unaware of his watchful eye. On rare occasions, you'd return dishevelled; with windswept hair, bruised and tired. The scent of the ocean accompanied you everywhere you went--but the couple times Ayato encountered you, while passing through the halls, the heavy scent of Sakura bloom perfume masked the salty sea breeze.

Whenever you returned from your nighttime adventures, it was like you had been rejuvenated with life. An ethereal, bright glow surrounded you in the morning; unbeknownst to Ayato, like a moth to a flame, he was slowly sinking into an uncontrollable obsession. Until he finally snapped.

One night, you didn't return.

Ayato remained motionless; gaze fixed upon the wall of the compound. The thick stack of documents sitting next to him, lay abandoned and forgotten. Perhaps he had forgotten; if you could leave so easily, why would you return?

His heart stung with hurt--was it because he had become so accustomed to watching you? To be so free, yet also poise as a restrained and delicate lady; you awakened something within Ayato.

"My lord, it is getting quite late." A warm, friendly voice echoed from behind Kamisato Ayato. It was Thoma. A warm blanket was draped across Ayato's shoulders. "You should head inside and get some rest. Are you still waiting for Lady Y/N?"

Thoma glanced worriedly at the Commissioner, whose unreadable gaze glittered with anxiety. "...Not yet. Just a little longer."

The sun continued to peer over the horizon, as the early morning slowly came. Ayato remained in the same position. What am I even doing? It was none of his business--he had come to an unspoken agreement with you; as long as you didn't cause trouble, you could do as you wish. He wasn't even against you taking a lover--or was he? In fact, had you?

The mere thought of it, now made his blood boil. He subconsciously felt a spike of insecurity, as the early morning birds began to sing.

Suddenly, a huge gust of wind billowed out to Ayato's position; ruffling his pastel-blue locks. In an instant, all of his worries vanished--before his eyes analyzed the situation.

--

YOU HAD RETURNED; BATTERED AND IN CRITICAL CONDITION. From far away, Ayato could see a group of servants rush to aid you to stand, before examing the bloody slash across the side of your ribcage. You staggered in pain, letting out a gasp as a damp cloth was wrapped around the injury.

Yet, why were you smiling? The brilliant, glowing smile on your face reflected the excitement of your nighttime adventure. Ayato narrowed his eyes. This wouldn't do. At this rate, rather than wither away, you'd be ruthlessly ripped apart by outside forces. The thought unsettled him. He had to do something quick.

--

"...You want us to trail Lady Y/N, my lord?" Ayato impassively stared at the pair of Shuumatsuban ninjas, looking up at him with confusion. "...As in, the lady of the house?"

"Correct. She needs the appropriate protection that a Lady of the clan deserves. Report every single detail about her day and what she does." His tone left no room for argument, as the pair of ninja at his feet bowed again. What sounded like protection, wasn't completely innocent. Ayato felt chills prickle down his spine, as the lonesome feeling of abandonment washed over his mind.

"We accept this mission."

Since when had he become so captivated by you? Ayato wasn't sure. But you were no longer just a scapegoat; he had firsthand witnessed how delicate and naive you were, of this world. Surely you didn't believe that he'd continue to let you risk your life all in the name of 'freedom?' You hadn't been able to even detect his presence!

You'd be safer by his side. After all, flowers far from home require extra assistance in order to bloom and remain healthy.

--

AYATO'S GAZE WAS UNREADABLE, AS ALWAYS. The Commissioner was unfazed by your sudden outburst.

In one swift motion, his long fingers ascended to the back of your head, holding you in place--sealing his lips against yours. You didn't even have time to protest, as you felt him snake his arm around your waist, pressing your body flush against his.

You had made a fatal mistake; you underestimated your enemy, believing that he hadn't noticed anything. Ayato let out a faint chuckle, violet eyes glittering with a deep obsession, as he wrapped his arms closer around you. You scrunched up your nose, a furious noise erupting from your throat as you tried to push him away.

Where had you gone wrong?

[serenexdreams]

FRAGILE | YAN! ZHONGLI X READER

ZHONGLI KNEW just how fragile mortal lives were; so, to see you, a unique and free existence, constantly tossing your life into the hands of fate, infuriated him to no end. So, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

--

SOFT, UNBLEMISHED HANDS gently plastered a cooling herbal paste over the gash on the side of your ribs, crimson bleed eventually ceasing to flow from the wound. You let out a relaxed sigh, lulling your head back as relief coursed through your veins.

"Thank you, Qiqi...I had no clue there would be so many Abyss Mages wandering that ruin I just discovered--thank goodness the rewards were worth it, though!" You airily exclaimed, shifting your weight. Reaching out an arm, you gently patted tufts of the little girl's soft, pastel purple hair.

"Qiqi thinks...that Y/N needs to be careful," Qiqi replied, in a soft, monotone voice. She finished the treatment, before tightening the thick fabric bandages wrapped around your waist. "Doctor...Baizhu and Qiqi will be leaving the city today...for small village." She added. A wave of fondness washed over you, as a gentle smile curled on her lips.

"I will, don’t worry--and do you mean Qingce Village?" You questioned, carefully getting to your feet. A sharp thrum of pain shot through your ribs, as you gritted your teeth in discomfort.

"Ah, yea...sorry, Qiqi...forgot." Taking out her signature beige notebook from the pocket of her petite indigo dress, she slowly noted the information down. "Bye bye."

Bidding the little girl goodbye, you aimlessly hopped down the stairs of Bubu Pharmacy, gritting your teeth as you did so. Memories of the sharp, paralyzing pain that had shocked the side of your ribs flashed through your head. A shiver ran up your spine, as you shook the thought aside.

Perhaps you should take an easier commission for now. You certainly would have enough mora to sustain you for months; after all, you had successfully retrieved the artifacts from the ruins the guild had sent you to investigate. The forgotten Gladiator’s Helmet of the past lay in your hands, alongside the matching lavish goblet. Both held high historic value; and you were sure that a collector would be willing to dish out an appropriate price.

As one of the top adventurers in the Liyue branch of the Adventurer’s Guild, you were practically fearless; the world was basically your home, and the rush of adrenaline you received from completing a spine-chilling commission never failed to excite you. Whispers of your endeavours reached the ears of even the Tianqquan—who occasionally would request for you to bring her exotic herbs from a dangerous, faraway climate, or scout unmarked territory. You were the best of the best, and the newer adventurers revered and respected you; merchants would clamour at your doorstep for a chance to make a purchase of some of your rare inventory.

But there was one person who seemed to be displeased, no matter what.

“Miss Y/N. I’ve heard that you got injured—are you quite alright?” A smooth, baritone voice cut through the air, as you swivelled your head back to look at the stoic, almost-cold face of the familiar funeral consultant of Wangshang Funeral Parlor

“Ah, Mister Zhongli! How are you doing? How is Director Hu Tao?” You deliberately avoided his question, flashing him a cheeky, close-eyed grin. “And it's just Y/N, no need for the formalities. Is business well? Perhaps you came to me for some more inventory?”

Displeasure flashed momentarily through his eyes, sharpening with fury as he examined the gash on the side of your ribs. “…Please, do answer my question.” His abnormally dark tone threw you off guard, as you blinked in surprise.

“This? Oh, it’s nothing—I’ll be fine in a couple…minutes?” You brushed past the funeral consultant, beckoning for him to follow. “Come and walk with me. It’s been a while since I’ve spoken to you!” Airily chatting away, you began to rapidly recount your latest adventure into the abandoned ruins of the Guilli Plains.

Zhongli listened to you avidly ramble with a hidden fondness, momentarily forgetting about his former anger at the sight of your injury. He could listen to you talk for hours, and it would never bore him. He had all the time in the world to spend with you; yet you seemed to be constantly trying to shorten it. It was as if every time he saw you, you seemed to don a fresh bruise or scrape.

"...which surprised me, because I didn't detect any traces of elemental energy. I should have expected that though, it's always been hard for me to detect Geo energy--my elemental sight isn't well trained."

The mysterious funeral consultant of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor sighed, displeasure oozing from his demeanour. How odd. It was unlike Zhongli to be so bothered by trivial matters; mortals were fragile beings, constantly fluttering about, trying to make the most of their short lives.

But you went to the extreme—willing to even sacrifice a limb in the name of a ‘new discovery.’ He had lived through countless calamities, slew thousands of monsters, and explored vast lands. It wasn't that easy; the mortal restrictions placed upon your body proved that.

A sparkling, crimson red glass ball hung from your wrist, dangling enticingly from its bronze cage. A mark of your impulsive spirit and burning determination. Zhongli silently fumed. The Pyro Archon had beat him to the punch--he would give anything in the world for your vision to be dyed amber. Geo represented stability and loyalty; individuals who preserved through tough times with their rock-hard determination.

Zhongli knew you held all those characteristics--but it was your straightforward, risky personality that triumphed above them all. You reminded him of a phoenix; burning a path of flames, and constantly rising from its own ashes.

You were a brave expression, toughing out the pain as you winced, pausing your passionate ramble about your recent endeavour. "Ack--I hate to admit it, but I may be out of commission for a while...this injury is a true pain." Zhongli felt an odd sense of relief, as he protectively towered over your figure, eyes glued to your shorter frame. "...Mr. Zhongli?"

"It's just Zhongli to you." He affectionately remarked, drawing closer to you, pleased as he watched your cheeks burn a scarlet red--the colour of your vision. Well, there was no time to waste.

Amber orbs glistened with a hidden obsession, meticulously pouring over your every action. Zhongli watched as your gaze flitted towards a nearby Grilled Tiger Fish stand; where the delectable scent of fresh, sizzling seafood wafted from. He bitterly frowned, resisting the urge to pinch his nose. Until suddenly, an idea appeared in his mind.

For months, Zhongli had resisted the urge--the insistent voice, reasoning with him to coddle you from the dangers of the world.

You were too trusting. Too caring. Too naive, unaware of the dangers of this world. You needed to

"Y/N--would you care for some tea, perhaps? I can brew you a pot utilising a rare herb that is fabled to have healing properties." Zhongli's gaze was frosty, skimming over your every move. Mortals had always been easy to read. The way your muscles stiffened ever so slightly, eyes brightening with interest as you perked up.

"Healing properties, you say? That sounds quite interesting, but are you sure that isn't just a superstition?"

An unhinged, daunting obsession danced beneath his thinly veiled mask of elegance. "Certainly. Try it for yourself."

Within minutes, he had led you to the parlor. You remained naïve; unaware of the fact that the sky had flushed a dark, solid navy blue. And the soft click of a lock. Or the fact that nobody else was present; it was just Zhongli, and you.

But it wasn't like he was going to do anything to you, no?

The thought rang through your head, as you absentmindedly took a sip of the strange concoction, carefully breaking down the flavor profile. "it tastes...odd. I don't think my customers would..."

Your vision blurred. Figure slumping over, as the teacup slipped out of your weak grasp, shattering to pieces. Towering over you, Zhongli gently cradled your unconscious form in his arms.

For the first time in thousands of years, he was at peace.

[serenexdreams]

LIGHT | YAN! CHILDE X SKIRK! READER

TW: SUICIDE, KIDNAPPING

Pt. 1

IN TEYVAT, pure living beings never died; they simply returned to the earth, bodies shattering into glass fragments of gold, and lead by the winds to Celestia.

But when the 'filth' of the earth passed, their bodies crumbled to ash; absorbed by the soil of the earth and deposited in the abyss, where the gatekeeper disposed of them. Those who fell were to never return or see the light of day.

Known as the gatekeeper and the one who cleaned up the abyss, you, Skirk, took pity upon a little boy who had accidentally fallen into the darkness. When he finally returned to the world above, you never expected to see him again; however, to your surprise, he returns--with the intent of bringing you back with him, even if it meant resorting to force.

~~~~~~

HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN?

How long has it been since you've seen light?

YOU DIDN'T KNOW. Letting out an exasperated sigh, you brought the hilt of your blade down, effortlessly shredding the dark shapes lunging at you, to pieces. Celestia's voice rang through your head, the image of the sustainer flashing through your head.

"Skirk--forgotten shadow star, the former holy sword. I bring orders from Celestia, whomst wish for you to take control of the unending abyss of monsters."

As the millennia began to quickly fade and mash together, time was no longer of essence to you. Roughly calculating, one month equated to one day in the world beyond the abyss. Your former comrades, acquaintances, and companions were no longer with you; all of them had perished from the archon war or eroded with time.

And you could sense that your end was dawning upon you. The once sharp edge of the divine blade you wielded with a forgotten passion, had become dull. Your vision faded to ash; your once glimmering, gold pupils a dull grey. There was neither anything to see nor a need to, after all. Nothing could escape or enter the abyss, nowadays; not even a ray of sunshine from the world above. Celestia made sure of that; after all, garbage should stay in the dumpster.

Plunging your blade into the last of the unruly monsters, you wavered for a moment--before feeling exhaustion take its toll on you. There was no sense of time in the abyss; only darkness. You slept when you were tired, and woke when there was trouble. That was it.

You thrummed your calloused fingers against the worn, makeshift wooden fences surrounding a small, dusty cabin. Placing your hand against the crudely carved lock, you fumbled for a moment--before the door flicked open with a gentle click. Within the cabin, were the bare necessities; a cot, a desk, a chair, and a small fire pit for cooking. A stack of books and a quill remained untouched, gathering dust on the surface of the desk. Unfinished paintings had been carelessly tossed around the room, brilliant splashes of vibrant colour delicately stroked onto the canvases.

All of which had gone to waste, after you lost your sight.

Pushing your thoughts aside, you let out a weary yawn, instinctively falling onto your cot. Beneath the mattress was a spare; that hadn't been used for god-knows how long. It had been centuries since you last had a visitor--though, in the world above, it may have just been a mere few decades.

Your thoughts trickled into an endless stream of water, before you quickly placed a dam over them. Memories of the warm sunshine, billowing grass, and puffy white clouds washed over your mind; long forgotten views, that were faraway from you.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to be engulfed in the world of distant, ethereal dreams; in hopes that you would never wake up again, and be forced to face the harsh reality of the abyss.

--

GOLD SUNSHINE poured from the sky, washing over you. You blinked in surprise before you closed your eyes; relishing the moment. Leaning back against the trunk of a Yumemiru tree, the fragrance of cherry blossoms swirled around the scenery.

Your eyes gleefully drunk in the sight of the azure sky. The smell of fragrant jasmine tea hit your senses, as the sound of laughter whisked around you. A fragile smile curled across your lips. It was your favourite dream.

"Skirk--what are you waiting for? Drink up, you lost the bet." A playful, yet gentle voice interrupted your thoughts, as you blinked in surprise, blearily turning to face an old friend.

"Yes, I know, Makoto." You retorted, eyes glossing over with tears. It had to be at least a millennia since you had last seen your friend. Next to her, Furuyama airily hummed a soft tune as he brewed more tea. You took a sip of the hot, tingling liquid, warming you from head to toe. The sound of idle chatter struck a nostalgic chord within you, as you quietly absorbed the moment.

Perhaps this was a parting gift from Celestia--to thank you for your hard work, and allow you to pass away in a forgotten dream of the past. Nevertheless, you were grateful. Placing the cup of tea down, you gently pushed your hands together, sending a silent prayer to the sustainer of heavenly principles. It was your time to go.

Strength fading away, you watched as the tips of your fingers began to disintegrate to chalk, and the remainder of your divine power slowly departed from you. The world around you remained stagnant, as Makoto and Kitsune Saiguu remained unaware, excitedly chatting away about everyday topics; the latest trends, Celestia, etc.

Relief coursed through your veins. If there was one thing you regretted, perhaps...

Perhaps it was not being able to see that child--the one you had rescued from being mauled to death by monsters, after falling into the abyss. Bits and pieces of information had floated downwards; that the Tsaritsa had taken him in, that he had become of the Harbingers--news that had greatly disturbed you. The last thing you hoped for, was to see the child in the abyss once more--as an evil being, cast down instead of being led to Celestia's golden gates.

Suddenly, you were engulfed in darkness. Like a mirror, the enchanting dream before you cracked and shattered into shards of glass, scattered away. Your vision darkened, the once dazzling dream chipping away to a distant memory once more. Frustration and confusion began to well up within you, as a scream of anger erupted from your throat, tearing through the dark abyss.

"REALLY? YOU JUST HAD TO RUIN IT, DIDN'T YOU?" Fury coursed through your veins. Had you not done enough for Celestia? Were you not loyal enough? You had obeyed their every word, cleaned up their messes, controlled the abyss; now, you wanted a release.

If they weren't going to let you go, you would do it yourself. You closed your eyes, summoning a blade, before plunging it towards your chest.

Suddenly, a tight, unwavering grip interrupted your attempt, a hand wrapping around your wrist. "Let go." You angrily clenched your teeth, hackles raised and baring your teach. Adrenaline rushed to your head, as you turned it, the image of the sustainer's disappointed and infuriated face flashing through your memories.

Dull, cerulean eyes met your unresponsive grey ones, slowly absorbing your appearance. A soft cry of relief rumbled through the assailant's throat, before they drew closer, as your mind swirled with confusion.

Childe's eyes lit up with unadulterated joy, as his other arm snaked its way around your waist, clutching you closer. A mop of coppery, ginger hair buried itself into your neck, grip still unyielding, tight on your wrist. "Master Y/N...is it really you?" He trembled, voice shaking with insanity.

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aaaaaaaaaaaand cut! sorry if that was a bit confusing, here's a short summary.

reader is skirk, the god of the abyss, and the one who controls the realm of the dead--though, you do not have absolute control over it. you are merely a guard, or a pawn, stationed by Celestia to watch over the abyss, where the souls of the ones they deem 'evil,' go to after death.

one day, when ajax accidentally fell into the abyss, through a portal ripped open and unattended to by the rifthounds, you took pity upon him, before deciding to teach him how to survive. after he managed to escape, you slowly began to lose your vision, due to unknown reasons--sucking the little joy out of your life simultaneously

lmk if you want a part 2! &lt;3