*emerges from damp cave, throws this at you and disappears again*
you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up
as inspired by the fact that dottore is very likely wearing a harness or some shit under his shirt 👍
(calling dottore a manwhore (half-jokingly); yanking that mfer around or smth idk; also not beta read lmao) this is a leel bit spicy???? i think? i have no idea anymore lmao
he certainly seemed to love talking. did he just love the sound of his own voice that much? with a loud sigh, you leaned your head on your wrist, barely processing anything he was saying. you heard the words, but they mostly just glazed over you.
something something clones... fancy-biology term you've heard maybe once... more clone bullshit... more words flew over your head. so instead, your attention instead wandered to his attire. that was a fancy new look he had, you thought. it was about as pompous as he was with the feathers and glowing accents.
what caught your attention the most was the harness he had on. it's such an expected choice of wardrobe for him, almost laughably so. you silently wondered what would happen if you pulled on it? of course, you weren't going to try such a thing. yet.
your eyes continued to wander over him slowly. he paced around in front of his desk, occasionally stopping to lean on it, or make some sort of exaggerated gesture.
"so i thought that sort of technology would maybe work for some sort of clone, but without him actually here, it's a bit hard to recreate it, y'know... are you even paying attention?" dottore sat back against his desk with his hands behind him, propping himself up. you couldn't see his eyes hidden by his mask, but you knew he was staring right at you with near-tangible annoyance.
"yep." no you weren't.
"really now? then do tell me what i was just talking about."
"i don't know, but i was paying attention to you. what's up with that new outfit?"
"i've been talking to... perhaps more at you for the past two hours and you only notice my clothes now?" dottore's head tilted in perplexity. you were barely paying him any attention of any sort, so yeah, it took you a little bit.
you could understand everything he was saying perfectly fine now, you were just actively choosing to ignore him. "what's up with that choker, huh?"
you couldn't see the expression his eyes were making, but you knew that his slightly agape jaw was a look of complete disbelief. you got up from your seated position across from him and approached him in front of his desk. you leaned in just enough that you could feel faint warmth radiating off him, but still without contact. he instinctually backed up just a tiny bit from you. "...what?"
"oh, look at that. looks like it connects to something under that shirt." you slipped two fingers underneath his choker and pulled them towards the connecting ring in the middle.
"oh my archons, what do you want?" dottore's voice sounded even and impatient, but his quickly preceding swallow suggested otherwise. it was getting easier to read him. (at least this clone)
"to see where this leads, you manwhore." you pulled his head down to your level to mutter into his ear.
"EXCUSE M—" dottore pulled back indignantly, but he was quickly interrupted by your succinct movements. you flicked his beak-like mask upwards, revealing the rest of his face and his bright red eyes beneath. then you yanked the ring of the choker again with greater force and slammed your lips against his.
you leaned into him, bearing more of your weight on him as he began to falter. he wanted to put his hands on you, but he was only going to fall over if he moved them anywhere. he would be even further at your disposal if he was lying on the desk. but he didn't quite want to risk that right now.
your free hand found its way into his mint-coloured hair. it's exceptionally soft under your fingers as you practically manhandled him. your strong grip was admittedly the only thing keeping him upright.
your other hand had begun to work its way down the middle strap of the choker, only to be interrupted by his done-up collar. but that wouldn't stop you, not now, and not before. you undid the blue cravat with one hand and slipped it off him, then moved to singlehandedly undo the top few buttons. you were quite good with your hands, being part of the fatui. being dottore's 'assistant' also helped.
his legs began to feel weak. he was slipping, knuckles turning white from their grip on the desk. he was trying so hard not to fall back.
breath be damned, you thought as you pulled back with a gasp of air. both of you panted, pupils blown wide. his pale face was dusted in a blush. his collar was a mess, by your handiwork. but your suspicions were confirmed. it definitely seemed like he had some sort of harness on, as the middle still continued down over his sternum and further below.
"sorry, i kinda just wanted to make you shut up," you said as you finally caught your breath again. "you talk way too much."
now it was dottore's turn to ignore what you were saying. "hah, who would have thought that a simple change in wardrobe would make you act this way?"
"you say that like it was intentional?" you raised your eyebrow at him.
"who knows, maybe it was?" he shrugged.
"my lord, you really are a manwhore," you quickly said before shoving him down onto the desk, this time working his bound-up coat off.
i had some childe brain rot towards the end of it and it shows lmao - also there’s a bit of a cut-off, but that’s just cuz i’m gonna split this second event at the bar into two
ft. aether, diluc, albedo, rosaria (new!), yelan (new!), childe
TAGLIST: (lmk if you wanna be added or removed)
@q804 @veralioz
word count: 3.8K (that’s why i’m splitting it up lol)
It had been 3 days in Teyvat since you had gone missing. Word had spread like a wildfire through your crowd of new-found "acquaintances" that you had gone missing. Worries were raised, particularly since you had been living in everyone’s heads rent free. The search search spanned from Mondstadt forests, Liyue mountains and Inazuman seas. Missing persons cases are handled by the Knights of Favonius, so they were searching for you themselves. Beidou heard the news and offered to look for you out at sea in the event you had somehow found yourself on another boat. Even the adepti were keeping their eyes out for you, should you come stumbling into one of their abodes.
Aether is in and over his head since he was the one that was supposed to be looking out for you specifically from the Abyss. Every minute you were gone, it became more and more obvious that you had fallen into the hands of the Abyss. It's a matter he would prefer to tell as little people as possible so as not to create any more worry than necessary. But as usual, no word uttered in Tevyat goes unnoticed, so a sort of task-force had been automatically assembled, more or less against his will. The group stands at the foot of a cliff face not far from Dragonspine, supposedly not far from some sort of domain with Abyssal ties.
Standing before him is Diluc, Albedo — both relatively unsurprising, given they know about the Abyss — but also Yelan and Rosaria? And of course Paimon is the first to express confusion at their appearance.
"Wait, HUH?! What’re Yelan and Rosaria doing here?" Paimon tugs on the end of Aether’s scarf, pointing vigorously between the two women. The two seem rather nonchalant, but when are they ever not?
"I’m here on behalf of a client, since they are unable to make it personally. That said, from what I’ve heard of this (Y/N), they sound quite intriguing," Yelan replies, tone as cool as ever. "I suppose you could say I’m curious about them myself as well."
"Oh, so she knows my theory as well, I guess." Aether comments. It would honestly be more surprising if Ningguang somehow didn’t know.
"That would be correct." Yelan nods.
"And what about you Rosaria? I must admit I wasn’t expecting to see you here." Albedo adds.
"Diluc’s paying me," Rosaria replies incredibly matter-of-factly. "He and I… know similar things due to the occasional crossover in business, so he considers me a valuable addition to this. Can’t say I know much about this (Y/N) character, though."
"That’s about the gist of the situation. But come on, let’s get going. Every minute wasted is a precious minute lost." With an adjustment of his glove, Diluc turns tail and heads toward the domain entrance.
"Wow Master Diluc, you’re pretty eager, huh?" Paimon jokes, which only elicits an over-the-shoulder death stare from the redhead.
"It’s the Abyss. Who knows what they’re capable of…" Aether nearly shudders at the thought. He desperately hopes you’re going to be okay.
Without another word, everyone enters the domain and into the strange ruins that will hopefully descend into the target location. Like all other Abyssal domains and ruins that Aether and Paimon have dredged through, an unsettling atmosphere sets in. Convoluted pathways and strange puzzles barely hinder their pace. Yelan and Rosaria blew past them, figuring them out with only a glance at the apparatuses. But the strange thing is the blatant lack of enemies. Their camps still look fresh and recently used, but there was no sign of any actual occupants. So as a result, the ruins are hauntingly quiet.
The further they descend, the more Abyssal influence is evident. Albedo notes the strange runes covering the walls, as well as other odd motifs belonging to the Abyss, trying to reason what they could mean. The light fades, and a blueish mist sets in, lowering everyone's view distance. The group must be getting closer. Aether can feel that familiar, unsettling darkness creeping in, putting him even more on edge than before. The winding hallways finally open up into a massive atrium, dispersing the cramped feeling that had been choking the group. There is nothing to be found in the room, except for various piles of debris that had fallen from the roof at some point in history. The dome roof was covered in the faded gilding found in all other domains, filled with enigmatic designs that could mean nearly anything. The only sounds that could be heard is the echoing of the group’s footsteps.
Everyone comes to a stop in the centre of the atrium, flooded by a white light emanating from above. Radio silence.
"Something here feels off," Rosaria breaks the silence, scanning around the room. "Something threatening..."
There’s the sound of some rustling. Everyone’s heads snap in the direction of the sound. Some sort of shadowy mass rears its head from behind the rubble. Shing. Weapons are drawn and aimed at the mass in an instant. It leaps out from the rubble, brandishing two silver sabres, but they clutter to the ground rather unceremoniously once the thing hits the ground again. The group falters slightly out of confusion.
"WAIT, SHIT—," A familiar voice says. The shadowy thing doffs its mask and hood and shows (Y/N)’s head instead. "I’M SORRY, I DIDN’T REALIZE IT WAS YOU GUYS,"
"(Y/N)?" Everyone asks simultaneously at varying degrees of volume (Paimon was of course the loudest).
(Now engaging Y/N POV) "Yep, it’s me," you gesture to yourself with added flair. "In the flesh."
In an instant, Albedo has his hands on your either side of head, overanalyzing your face like a quack doctor. Turning it about in various odd directions, his face gets incredibly close to yours—almost too close (you’re not really complaining, though).
"Uhh, what’re you doing?" Yelan asks with a mildly confused frown on her face.
"Confirming whether this really is (Y/N). Their appearance is vaguely different," Albedo remarks, still not letting go of your head. "If you are part of the Abyss Order, your disguise is lacking a little bit." Albedo says to you. He has now turned to scrutinizing your eyes of all things. Your vision is about 90% of Albedo’s face right now.
"If I was really with the Abyss Order, I would have attacked you already, not dropped my weapons out of surprise." That was a cringe fail moment on your behalf, if you’re being honest.
Rosaria makes some sort of mildly annoyed grunt and elbows Albedo out of the way, having her turn to scrutinize you. She holds your head with her hands right behind your jaw. Now that she’s right in your face, it’s sort of funny to find out that she smells vaguely like roses. "Hmm… Looks human to me, but…"
"But?" Diluc asks from behind her.
"Something’s still off." Are you just perpetually off to her?
"Yeah, cuz I spent 3 whole-ass months in the Abyss." You reply, staring Rosaria right in the eye.
"Hold on, 3 months?" Now it’s Yelan’s turn to ask you a question. "But you were gone only 3 days. What are you even implying?" Rosaria moves out of the way to let Yelan through.
How do you explain that you’re aware you’ve done a Childe? Fell into the Abyss, trained like hell, made it out alive to tell the tale, only to find out a measly 3 days had past. Maybe the easiest explanation is no explanation at all.
"Wait, it’s only been 3 days?" You feign surprise. You’re going to have to keep up this act if you don’t want to raise suspicion. "Wow, the Abyss is even weirder than I thought." No, you already knew this crap.
"Yeah, you’ve been gone 3 days in Teyvat. A lot’s happened here since you went missing, but clearly even more happened for you," Aether chimes in, approaching with a floating Paimon in tow.
"You’re gonna have to tell us everything that happened!" She wiggles her arms around excitedly. "And the best way to tell stories is over a meal, Paimon says!"
Everyone stares at Paimon. "You just want an excuse to eat." Aether deadpans in response.
"No no, food sounds great. I need some real human food, not the weird shit they have down here." You motion behind you with your thumb, thinking about all the weird food they’ve got. The inordinate amount of soggy mushrooms in the Abyss has put you off them for a bit. "If you guys want to interrogate me more, then please do it with some food. Who knows, maybe it could even be a date?" The last part was added just for the sake of throwing a wrench.
Diluc coughs, Aether looks away awkwardly, Albedo clears his throat while looking to the side, Rosaria raises an eyebrow, and Yelan laughs slightly.
"And who is that aimed at?" She asks, looking confused but amused.
"Anyone who's interested," Looking around, everyone’s averting your gaze besides Yelan. "Anyway, how do we get out of this dump?"
"It’s back out this way," Aether finally stops being awkward and points back in the direction where they came from. Just before you take off, you go to pick up your weapons and put them away again. In the process, you feel someone’s eyes on you. Once you turn back around, you briefly make eye contact with Diluc who had been watching you. Unsurprising, since he’s quite cautious. You pretend to just not notice it.
On your way out of the domain, you still feel various pairs of eyes on you at all times. You and Yelan had taken a position in the middle of the group while Aether led you out of cavernous ruins. Trailing behind was Rosaria, Albedo and Diluc. It was those three that seemed the most suspicious of you. Or maybe they kept looking at you for other reasons. You’re the centre of a harem now. It really could be either reason.
Maybe being in the Abyss made you lose some inhibition, but you’re able to keep up a banter-filled conversation with Yelan quite well. Instinct said that she still had her guard up, which is understandable given you’ve just emerged from the Abyss on your own, but she’s surprisingly talkative. Then again, this is probably just be her wringing you for information.
"Yeah, so while I was down there I somehow managed to convince the Abyss Order not to kill me on sight. Thanks to either dumb luck or a god-forged silver tongue, I got to learn some combat from them." That whole thing of a silver tongue is a decorated lie of course. You know exactly how you convinced them, but no way in hell are you going to actually say that it’s because of what is literally just stupid harem powers. Despite that, Yelan listens incredibly intently.
"Silver tongue forged by a god, huh? Maybe there’s an element of truth to that," Yelan laughs. "You’re not too bad at talking." Has she been gotten by you too or is she committing psychological warfare? You’ll probably never know.
Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Aether repeatedly glancing back at you. Paimon’s clearly noticed it too because she’s looking back and forth between Aether and you. She squints, looking incredibly suspicious. She flies over to Aether and whisper-yells something in his ear. His reaction catches everyone off guard, because he suddenly outbursts a loud "NO!!" while his face turns almost as red as Diluc’s hair.
"What’s all the screaming about?" Rosaria asks from the back. "…Aether, why are you so red?"
"I’M NOT RED! P-PAIMON JUST ASKED SOMETHING STUPID!" He stammers.
Albedo tilts his head. "And that stupid question is?"
Paimon begins: "Is he je—"
"AND THE ANSWER IS NO!" Aether immediately clamps his hand down over Paimon’s mouth. "Come on, we’re nearly at the entrance! Let’s hurry up!" He walks off with his hand still right over Paimon’s mouth, who of which looks like she’s seen a ghost. You blink a couple times. You know exactly what she asked, judging by that reaction. The answer is a blatant yes. You didn’t think he had it that bad, but then again, you don’t really know the extent of your own abilities too well.
People decide to not press any further, lest they want to get their mouths clamped shut too, so everyone carries on in silence. You finally breach the surface after what felt like months. Good lord, did the late-afternoon sun feel good.
"(Y/N), you wanted food, right?" Diluc asks once the last person piled out of the domain entrance. "Do you remember the place where you ate on your first night here?"
"Your bar, Angel’s Share. Like everyone was there and then you guys got into an argument where I should stay the night," You laugh when remembering how you had everyone practically throwing themselves over you.
"…And then what happened after that?" Albedo joins in. By the looks on their faces, they’re testing you.
"I ended up going back to the Knights’ HQ for a bit, but then I managed to sleepwalk all the way to Beidou’s ship and ended up in Inazuma."
And that was the right answer. Albedo and Diluc both look happy with that answer, but Rosaria just frowns in confusion.
"Anyway, speaking of Angel’s Share… can we get some food. I’m starving after taking out that whole domain."
"Mondstadt’s close by so we can get something there— wait, WHAT?!" Paimon yells, not quite immediately computing your last comment. In fact, no one does.
More preoccupied with food, you begin to take off in the direction of Mondstadt. You’re able to tell its direction based on solely environmental cues. "Yeah, I took out that whole domain. That particular path out of the Abyss was shifting around a lot, and I’ve been trying to find a way out for a while now. It was almost kind of boring, to be honest." The truth of the matter is a little more than that. Lumine and some of the other folks in the Abyss Order were reluctant to let you go, but your inadvertent dominion over them made it possible. Besides, the other Lectors that you hadn’t slapped adamantly wanted you out. It was them that told you about those strange ever-shifting domain pathways connecting Teyvat and that weird half-way point.
Your entourage still seemed unable to compute what you just said. "But… you were still learning how to use a sword when you first disappeared." Aether jogs up behind you to catch up.
"Yep. Now I use two."
The rest of the way back to Mondstadt felt far longer than it should have been, but that’s mainly because you’re hungry. By the time you get there, the sun had set and the evening cool was starting to set in. You gravitate over towards Angel’s Share, just like the first night. Honestly, you’re also after some alcohol given the amount of crap you’ve been through. Once you’re in the door, the familiar atmosphere of the first night sets in. Everyone grabs a table and plants themselves down. Yelan’s sticking around likely with the intention of interrogation, while Rosaria originally intended to come to Angel’s Share.
Once food orders are placed, Yelan gets right back to business.
“So (Y/N), you never quite finished what you were saying back in the domain. You were talking about how spending 3 months in the Abyss made something about you somewhat ‘off’. What did you mean by that?” Yelan asks, leaning back in her chair. She’s not particularly subtle with her intentions right now.
“Oh, that. Hang on. Albedo, what about me specifically did you think was ‘off’?” You nudge Albedo, who was sitting right next you. He appears to jump at the sudden contact.
“U-um, overall your face is slightly more mature, there are faint traces of new scars, and there’s something strange about your eyes.” Albedo looks right at you as he says that, likely scrutinizing your eyes again.
“Would you say it’s like the light in my eyes is gone?” You ask.
“…Yes, that’s one way of putting it, actually.”
“You also have a strange aura.” Rosaria pitches in with her contribution. “It’s not quite a bloodlust, but it's not far from it.” She looks at you from behind her long lashes, tapping her clawed fingers against her jaw.
“Welp, there you have it. That’s what the Abyss has done to me.”
“And about your combat abilities. You say you took out that whole domain?”
“Ye—“ You begin but are quickly cut off by a familiar voice.
“Hmmmm? Someone did whut?” It says with a drunken slur. That’s not Venti, that’s— You turn your head and lo and behold, there’s a drunk Childe leaning on your table. What is he doing back here?
The entire group looks immediately startled by his sudden appearance, which he gets jokingly offended at. “Whaaat, you guys hate me that much? So meeean,” but he’s quickly back to his original purpose for turning up here. “Now. Domain? Who diddit?”
Everyone points to you.
Childe finally looks properly at your face and has to do a double take. “(Y/N)?!” He blurts out far too loudly. Heads immediately turn towards you. “WHEN’D YOU TURN UP?”
“I just got her—“
You’re cut off again a second time by Childe, but this time he dramatically leans against you on his knees, hugging you while shedding a drunken tear. He’s acting like a complete child. What a way to live up to his name. “I missed you, (Y/Nnnnn)… I go’ told you’re back and t'come here t' Angel’s Share, but you weren’t here so I got sad ’n started drinking...”
“It was only 3 days or something, though…" You awkwardly try to reach around and pat his head in some strange effort to comfort him, but it’s short lived since he quickly unlatches himself from you and does a 180º of the topic.
“Anyway, you did that domain all on your own? Tell me more, tell me more,” Childe looks genuinely excited by the notion of you soloing the domain.
“Gods, I need a drink if I’m gonna watch this shit.” Diluc complains from somewhere behind you. Everyone else, including Aether, echoes in concurrence. 1 round of shots are taken in the background.
“Yeah, so uh. I’m not battle-incompetent anymore. In the time I was missing, I learnt to fight. From my perspective, I was gone much longer than 3 days.”
Childe falls silent upon hearing what you said, thinking. “Ah yeah, it was the Abyss that nabbed you, right?”
You nod. He of all people would know exactly what happened to you, drunk or not. He sits there, brain cogs actively turning, drunkenly trying to puzzle together what all of this means. Just like Albedo and Rosaria earlier today, Childe grabs the side of your head and pulls your face in awkwardly close to his, scrutinizing your eyes. “Hah, you’re just like me now!” He pulls outward again, letting go of you. “I always wanted to fight another one of me!” A second round of shots is knocked back in response to that stupid-ass line.
“Wait, here and now?” You ask in semi-disbelief.
“Yeah! Why not?!” Childe pulls you up and out of your chair.
Before Diluc can actually angrily explain why you idiots cannot fight in the middle of his bar, you’re in the middle of the hall, guards up and ready to go on command. All other patrons, even the bartender, have unintentionally suspended activity to watch what’s going on.
“No weapons, ’til the other surrenders?" Childe bounces from one foot to another. His hands remain loosely at his sides, guard wide open. That just goes to show how confident he is.
“Go easy on me, I’m fresh out of training,” You reply, mimicking his foot movement.
The two of you snake around each other, waiting for the other to strike. You concede, going in for the first strike. It’s swift, almost a blur, but Childe easily dodges it. He strikes. You weave, following up with counters. All of them miss. It’s a strike and dodge deadlock for the first bit. 3 months ago you would have been out instantly, but now you’re actually holding out against a Harbinger of all people—albeit a drunk one.
You sweep Childe’s legs out from beneath him with your own leg. He falls to the ground with a loud thud, but he recovers instantly. He returns the favour by sweeping your leg fowards, sending you backwards instead. You’re back on your feet immediately.
“Haha, you’re not too bad.” He pulls away for a second and moves in to attack again. You dodge out of the way and get to a point adjacent from the support beam. You jump towards it, launching off it with the leg closest to it and bring down the other in a high axe kick. Childe narrowly misses, but you twist your body mid-air, which he wasn’t expecting. You land a strike on him. That earned the third round of shots.
Taking his brief moment of falter, you drop to the floor and go to knock him over once again with a sweep of your legs. Down he goes. Before he can get back up again, you commit to a move of your own invention by pulling him further towards you and sticking yourself right on top of him, straddling him with his arms pinned above him. Childe’s already drunk-dusted face burned brighter at this rather compromising position he found himself in.
“You surrender?” You ask, smugly looking down at him.
Childe can barely articulate an answer, his brain is now so scattered. “Y-eayyh.”
Back at the table, everyone watched on with mouth-half agape. That was an entire Harbinger you just beat in hand-to-hand combat. The legitimacy of your methods might be debatable, but that was still a win at the end of the day. Childe looks well and truly scrambled now, just like everyone else at that table.
Diluc in particular looked like he was processing it the worst. His alcohol tolerance must be quite low because after 3 shots, he’s gone. Supporting evidence: him blurting out “(Y/N), do that to me.”
And they heard him. “Sorry, what?”
“…Did I say that outloud?”
“Yep.”
“Fuck.”
“So even Master Diluc’s not subtle whatsoever, hm?” Albedo teases a bit.
“Oh, don’t act like any of you don’t want that either.” Diluc hangs his head in his hands, now completely exposed. “I saw you all looking at (Y/N) like that today.”
No one says a word, but they all know it’s true, Rosaria and Yelan included. Everyone else hangs their heads in their hands. This is going to be a long bar visit… After all, the night is still young and more people are only just starting to turn up.
Asking domestic violence victims why wouldn't they leave is evil when in reality many of them do not have the funds to leave. Where would they even go? Many leaves then the kindness runs out and they have to go back to their abusers for survival. Advocating for universal housing and healthcare is advocating for victims.
???? Do you think homeless people don’t have a higher rates of facing violence or? Like do u know that abuse victims are at danger the most when they’re attempting to leave their abusers. Literally why be fucking stupid like this close your mouth.
Part 2 to this post (Your standard Impostor AU) and Part of the 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 for Thursday!
Here's the part 2 ya'll so desperately craved
[Warning: Detached head from body, mentions of injuries, mentions of execution and death, light cursing]
It was never supposed to happen like this.
All you did was play a gacha game for Christ's sake.
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How the hell did it ever turn out like this?
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Your body intact without its head. Your head currently beside the floating body, if you tried lifting a finger miraculously, your body remained pliant and within your control. Albeit looking morbid.
Right now you and your body were laying afloat in a sea of darkness. No noise, no echoes, no light, no color.
Truthfully, though it looked vastly terrifying to be floating in what you would deem the boundary between life and death, it was actually quite comfortable minus the fact that you keep seeing your body completely headless.
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'It's not what I was expecting but I'll take what I can get.'
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In all seriousness, though it felt comfortable and quiet, you knew that it'll only be a matter of time before you slowly lose your sanity to the silence and go completely crazy.
Thankfully, just as you pondered about your future decline of mentality, a voice began to be heard;
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"You're not supposed to be here."
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Your head and body jolted at the sudden introduction of a new sound, let alone a voice.
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"...and what do you mean by that?"
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You hesitated to question back, but ultimately chose to rather speak with a disembodied presence than have no information of what's going on.
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The voice echoed, a slightly sorrowful tone hidden under the firm statement.
"This is space where you shouldn't dwell in. You are far too early to have come here."
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You bit back. To be fair, you kind of did make the decision once you finally accepted death and pretty much embraced it.
"You say that as if I chose to come here myself."
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"That world is surely the one to blame for this mistake."
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The voice grew just the tiniest bit angrier once they mention them. Even emphasizing on the word 'that world' in such distaste.
When you heard them mention Teyvat, or so you assume it was Teyvat, you became numb all over again. The comfort the darkness once brought was no longer relaxing but rather cumbersome.
The disembodied presence needn't await a response from you as they knew just the mere mention of them would make you locked up in your own swirling emotions.
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"You are to go back once the system has done it's duty."
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It said it as if it were a final statement, and maybe it was but you weren't about to let it be anywhere near that.
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"What do you mean 'back' ?"
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Your voice remained stable, surprisingly considering you could feel your inside clench and your breathing start to get heavy. Still, you held firm with your question.
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"You are to be put into the same world once again, but the time has now turned back. A do-over as you humans choose to phrase it."
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The voice reverberated. It's voice becoming painfully irritating with all the bullshit it was spewing.
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"Who says I'm going back."
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Not uttered as a question, but rather a statement. Your voice went down an octave and became almost emotionless. Your eyes were similarly darkened and lacked light.
Your response was met with silence, your body was tense as it floated while your head continued to look up, eyes sparking with what looked like the remaining embers of a fiery rage.
Before you could even open your mouth, you feel a warm and gentle hold closing in on the sides of your detached head.
Your eyes once burning in defiance became panicked and rattled as you attempted to squirm away from the ghostly clasp.
Well, your body definitely squirmed but your head could only move the slightest of turns before the grip tightened ever so slightly.
The hands clutching your head seemed to raise you, almost admiring in it's way of presenting your head.
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"I apologize but you must come back. Not for them, but for you."
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The hands raising you turned towards your still squirming body, it was getting closer and closer.
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Your dumbfounded silence was shattered by your scream, echoing amongst the abyss-like space.
"LIKE HELL I'M GOING BACK"
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It was the first time in a long time you showed any intense emotions, not even when you were being executed did you express any kind of indignation.
As you desperately turned and turned your head away, it only seemed to make the hands grip tighter and locate your body faster.
As soon as it neared your body, you could see a glow of white on your peripherals. The ghost-like hands were glowing, as well as the cut-off of your neck and the grimly slice on the neck of your body.
It was reattaching your head back to your body.
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You yelled and yelled, almost pathetically if only you weren't scratching the ever living fuck out of the hands nearing to attach your head to your body.
"NO NO NO NO"
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There was no noise apart from your writhing and yelling. The hands hold remained firm, never dwindling or even flinching from the deep scratches your nails were drawing.
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A piece of advice and not an inquiry is all you can hear. Your head every so slowly getting close to your body.
"Instead of conforming to the identity of a criminal, why not defy the title they've labeled you as."
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"Do you truly want to die? Surely you know that once you're dead you will not go back nor be formed a new life, right?"
"Fuck that! Just let me die damnit!"
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Now that made you shut up.
What do you mean you weren't able to go back to your world? To earth?
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"This is not like any of that fictious material you humans consume, this is reality. Once you die, you will never be able to go anywhere that isn't your own personal solitude of an afterlife."
"W-Wha.. but-"
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You could only muster a stuttering exhale of breath. You pupils were shaking, maybe even teary if one were to look close enough.
It was clear that this has never occurred to you.
Before any questions left your mouth, you could feel a warming sensation spreading from the bottom of your cleanly sliced neck.
It was as if a puzzle piece was just slotted onto a perfectly matching space. It was...grounding in a way.
A slight gasp breathed your entire being into life once more, your scratched and bruised skin seeming to heal over, all the dark spots and scabs long gone as a spread of warmth overtook your form in calm gentle waves.
It was almost like someone's embraced you with a thousand sympathies and the rays of sunlight itself.
You felt whole. Not just because your head was reattached, but because it felt like you were real again.
Your always bruised and tense limbs felt light and free of stress, the color of your skin felt so much more alive, the warmth that's disappeared from your body as soon as you came in contact with the new world was back.
You felt like you. After months and months of running away and wanting out of your wretched body, you finally felt like you were back to before you got sucked into that stupid game.
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It was overwhelming to say the least.
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Hot tears slowly dripped from your eyes, once so numb and lifeless now held a spark of life, a new beginning of hope maybe.
You didn't sob, you didn't wail, 'nor did you utter a single whimper.
You just let your body trickle out all the stress and emotions you've been bottling up since the start. Whether that be buckets of tears spewing from your eyes or the breathy pants and accompanied hiccups coming from your now healed throat, you were letting it all run free.
You mourned the very first death that's started this whole thing. You grieved over the life you once had, although imperfect in many ways, you could never truly say that you hated everything about it.
You cried for the friends, the family, and the future that you've left behind. That was the one that made you let out a sob, cradling your head and furrowing your brows as another bout of tears came rolling down.
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Your memories were all that's left of that world. Of the earth that you've come to both hate and love.
Never again will you be able to experience the day to day routine you've become accustomed to. Never again shall you watch the sun rise above your house after finishing a stressful night full of work.
Never again will you be able to come back home.
And that, that's what broke you the most.
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There was no sense in trying to pin the blame on yourself or anyone. Asking 'what ifs' or 'if onlys' would be fruitless. These were the cards that you were dealt with.
You were doomed from the beginning.
A guttural cry escaped your throat and reverberated along the non-existent walls of the dark space. Sniffles and hiccups became a pattern to be heard as you let yourself just feel.
As the fragile human slumped over in barely contained emotion, the presence accompanying you could only watch in silence, letting you have your moment to yourself with no interruptions. They had to.
These moments of pure vulnerability and intense emotion would be few and far between in the future that's awaiting you.
So for now, as unfortunate it is that you are to go back to that hellish world, the presence let you grieve and feel for as long as you can.
It was only a matter of time before you had to bottle your feelings up once more.
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[ Reboot Complete: Creator's back-up system plan "Intrinsic Carnation" shall now commence]
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You happy now? You guys might just be getting a new series lmao (I gotta juggle both this au and the c!impostor au ohgod)
🌶️ Imagine your sweet boy Albedo brewing you a cup of tea (or coffee...whatever suits you) and just enjoying the afternoon with you.
In the evening, you two fooled around and Albedo's idea of foreplay is to finger you roughly, making sure to focus on your spongy spot and to rub on your sensitive clit. It felt so good but somehow you couldn't cum even if Albedo is being relentless towards your aching pussy. Your back kept arching, and breathing already hitched. Orgasm feels so close - so close yet so far away. You wanted to burst. You are on edge; so frustrated; already crying and whining to Albedo that you wanted to cum but couldn't. He promises you that he'll make you cum, cooing you gently as he places sweet kisses on your forehead.
It turns out he added a little something to your drink and it hinders you from cumming. Your cure is on the lubricant he is spreading on his dick. The cure does not take effect immediately, no. That way, it gives him time to savour your more tighter than ever gummy walls clenching around his eager cock as you try to cum.
Sweet Albedo has plotted everything but he won't tell you that.
Summary: You got isekai’d into Genshin, in which you had designed many character outfits. They have some questions for you!
Characters: Kaeya, Childe, Ei
Warnings: Slightly suggestive, Crack, reader is a simp.
Also: Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Please enjoy! <3
Childe & the stomach window
“Y’know, I wouldn’t have thought that you would design an outfit like this.” He said, gesturing to the open area on his torso. “Do you have a thing for abs or something?”
You choked on your drink, desperately trying to recompose yourself. “Uh n-no.” You said, “Designs always need unique elements. The design team debated that part for…”
He stared at you, as you went on a rant about elements of design, and player preferences. One thing stood out in particular. You made a comment about how the stomach window was popular among fans, and how many players “simped” for him.
He interrupted your mini speech, “Never mind the player’s opinions. Is this something you find attractive?”
You stared at him, before speaking in a monotone voice. “Oh yes Childe I just find you so very attractive that I just want to take off your jacket and see the rest, and preferably stare at you for hours on end.”
“Oh really?” He asked, matching your blank face and tone. “I could show you right now.”
His gloved hand reached for his collar, but he was interrupted by a groan in your direction.
“We. Are. In. A. Restaurant.” You said. “Keep your clothes on, unless you want to be arrested for public indecency.”
The waiter passed your table and gave you both a weird look. You turned your focus back to Childe, determined to not get kicked out.
“Wouldn’t being in public make it more fun though?” He said mischievously, looking up at you through a hooded gaze.
“WHAT-“
You both were asked to leave.
Kaeya & Complicated clothes
“Since you designed these, I’m assuming you know how to get these off? Just in case you didn’t know, I’m a visual learner.” He teased, bringing your hand to the choker around his neck. His eyes sparkled, peering into yours, as a raging blush formed on your cheeks.
“So, what do you say?” He asked, smirking.
You were getting a bit nervous from the close proximity, but you decided to at least try to form a coherent response.
“Don’t you have to change out of those everyday?” You gulped, trying to back away, despite the secure hold he had on you.
He lowered his head, until his lips were brushing against the shell of your ear.
“It seems to be that I have forgotten.” He whispered.
That was the last thing you remembered, as you blacked out right then and there.
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After recovering from a particularly bad nose bleed at the Favonious Cathedral, you received an official apology from none other than Acting Grand Master Jean herself, on behalf of Kaeya’s “bothersome” behavior.
Ei & the Chest window
Ei didn’t really notice that her “chest window” could be considered odd until she overheard your conversation with Childe. Apparently open areas of clothing that are normally cover could be considered… lewd.
“Ei, why is your face so red?” You asked, worriedly pressing your palm to her forehead. She had been unusually silent, and avoiding your gaze for almost the entirety of your picnic.
“N-nothing!” She stuttered, moving away from your hand.
You gave her a look, clearly not buying it.
“You know you can always talk to me if something’s bothering you.” You said, still concerned about her behavior.
She seemed to consider your words before huffing.
“Alright.” She mumbled. “I happened to overhear your conversation with Childe earlier today about his… stomach window.”
You nodded, encouraging her to continue.
She inhaled, seeming to prepare herself.
“Did you design this…” she pointed to her chest, “With anything particular mind?”
It suddenly occurred to you that she was asking about her chest window. You laughed a little, amused by the returning heat across her cheeks.
“There was one key reason…” you trailed off, taking note of her intense stare.
“You see… there is a specific term that people in my old world used to use for people like you.”
She leaned forward, determined to hear your next words.
“Mommy.”
“I- Excuse me?” She questioned, shock and disbelief written over her expression.
“I dunno about the others, but that was my main reason.” You shrugged, shoving some dango in your mouth.
Ei tried to come up with something else to say, but no words came to mind. She gave up, also deciding to eat some dango.
The rest of the picnic went smoothly, but you could swear that you saw her looking over at you throughout the afternoon.
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