୨୧ — ꒰ Streamer!Reader who gets sidetracked by people's donations/chats making the genshin characters feel jealous
Ft. Xiao, Wanderer, Kinich, Traveler
A/n: inspired by la2yn0va hsr fic
X I A O
(Name) happily smiled at another donation sent to him after recently completing a natlan quest
"Thanks for the 20 bits donation!"
He thanked the chat with a wide smile, the chat which was filled with people commenting every second flooding the entire screen making (Name) shift his focus to answer their questions about himself.
This cute interaction made (Name) feel warm and lovely in the inside, being able to interact with fans who admired him.
You know who wasn't happy? A dark headed male inside a screen wasn't that happy unlike (Name). Why were these people gifting you so low? Most of all why was (Name)'s attention not on him anymore?
He had to pull alot of strings to make his own crit rise up since (Name)'s luck on the Vermilion domain was absolutely dog shit.
(Name) — Hm? My favorite character in genshin?
Xiao — You called?
Xiao unintentionally blurted that out without any thoughts whatsoever, but when he did realize and saw (Name)'s confused face along with the chat going wild.
Without any choice Xiao did his idle animation to hide his face away from you, he used his mask so that Xiao won't face you for a while since he was in a very vulnerable state
(Name) — New mail? Sweet 300 primos!
(Chat) — Fr? I didn't get any new mail from hoyo yet.
(Name) — Well.. Free primos is free primos
If (Name)'s happy then he'll rest easy today. Hopefully no rumors circulate about what happened earlier.. Self aware fanfics are crazy these days.
W A N D E R E R
Wanderer stared at (Name) blankly, he was too busy thanking people with countless of donations to even realize they were still in a boss fight farming material's for upcoming characters.
Wanderer became (Name)'s fan ever since he saw him at that temporary event named 'Unreconciled Stars Event Quest The Crisis Deepens'.
Smug mf since he made (Name) hit hard pity for him. But was kind enough to give you his c1 after 140 wishes
(Chat) — Why don't you change your main (Streamer Name)?
An irk mark appears on Wanderer's face but wasn't that visible on screen.
Is this swine telling (Name) to replace him with someone else? Hard pass. He was already stolen from (Name)'s attention and now these nobody's are trying to persuade him into maining some other weak random than him.
Just so happen that (Name) spotted a chest nearby and happily went over to open it, Wanderer took this opportunity immediately
(Wanderer) — Unnecessary.
(Chat) — Is it just me or is his voice rougher than usual?
Damn right it's rougher since he just wanted to vent his anger out on any enemies on sight
The chat won't know but what he had said was directly targeted at them, if only he could say every insult known to man right now
So (Name), keep your eyes on him only and no one else, then maybe he'll make his attacks stronger if you comply
(Name) — Well to answer your question earlier chat, no I don't think I'll be changing my main anytime soon. Wanderer's pretty fun to play with.
After (Name) finished talking he took a closer look at Wanderer's face, but his eyes swore Wanderer had a tad bit of pink on his cheeks
His eyes must've been starting to break with the amount of streaming his doing
T R A V E L E R
(Name) had just began to prep for his stream of the week and now he was currently adjusting the Traveler's artifacts to try out a new build
You know what's crazy though? His builds are pretty shitty.
He has the absolute worst luck in artifacts plus in leveling up pieces, most of which usually goes to defense or HP%
But he still hits about 800k regularly with the Traveler! How could he do such thing with only 44.6% Crit rate!?
(Chat) — 1 MILLION?? (Name) are you doing hacks?
(Name) — What? No! Guess my Traveler's just really op
The Traveler is a smug motherfucker
Of course the Traveler wouldn't hit such high numbers without using a...slight adjustment to the system
Sure their pieces are pretty bad but they'll accept anything (Name) had given them! How could they just shake off his hard work on griding for their ascension and talents?
Whenever the Traveler sees (Name)'s shocked expression during the massive crit's appearing on his screen they are damn right happy and overjoyed they managed to satisfy their grace!
(Chat) — Your builds are bad af tho lolol
(Chat) — Why main the Traveler? They're a pretty bad character to main, you should go for Nuevillete or Alhaitham.
The Traveler's good mood immediately faded into dust once he saw the chats text
Are those no lifers saying that they're not fit to be (Name)'s vessel? They're the most perfect one!
What could Nuevillete or whatever character have that they don't? Could they switch elements? Don't think so
If they wanted bigger numbers, the Traveler will show them big numbers all right, if you want them to hit 10 million they're gonna make it happen with just one click
(Name) — Thanks for the suggestion chat but I'm going to stick with the Traveler, I'm already wayyy too attached
The Traveler's mood once again took a 360 and smiled softly at what (Name) said to them, their stomachs fluttering with delight
(Name) is attached to them? No other compliment or praise could ever reach what the Traveler was feeling at the very moment
Their grace! Oh their grace... If only they could just grab onto you and drag you here where you rightfully belong
K I N I C H
Kinich is an upcoming playable character but many in the genshin community have fallen head over heels for him
Yet he couldn't careless about them, after all just being near (Name)'s presence even though it's just by the Traveler's vessel already makes him nice and comfortable
(Name) — Day 10 of saving up for Kinich let's goo
(Chat) — Woah already 200 wishes? You're quick man
(Name) — Can't help it lmao, Kinich seems fun to play and he's really pretty!
(Chat) — He seem's boring though
(Chat) — Dude the dialouge is slightly glitching wtf
The dialouge's glitching is caused by Kinich's embarrassment and rage, he was previously just about to talk till he heard (Name) sing praises about him! How could he not accidentally stutter and mess up the dialouge!?
But on the other hand, the hell did that person meant by he was boring? He wasn't even released yet! This caused Kinich to panic mentally if whether or not you'll change your mind about pulling for him
He stared at you from the screen, clenching his fists tighter by the second. Just a small bit more... Just one more step and he'll be released, then he could really be by your side now.
(Name) — Aw man, hold on chat I gotta pause the stream to fix this glitching
(Name) eventually had to exit the game to try and see what the problem was with his device or if it was overheating again
Meanwhile Kinich was still standing there re-adjusting his thoughts about what just happened. His feelings were all a mixed bag at this point, he sighed rubbing his temples slowly
Ajaw eventually came to his side while looking at him weirdly like he had done something wrong
(Ajaw) — Wow.. Just wow
(Kinich) — Shut up...
To rightfully apologized the system eventually sent 10 wishes in (Name)'s game mail which he was confused at first but eh, more wishes for c6 knich!
Once he becomes playable Kinich would definitely spoil (Name) with high numbers and crit's. He would just have to deal with Ajaw's yapping in the meantime..
So don't get distracted over what those 'Chat' people say about him!
A/n: likes and reblogs are appreciated! Have a nice day(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ
I Got Rescued by the Vice-Captain and the Honorary Knight, and Somehow Ended Up Getting Fucked by Both!?
lohen x fem!reader x lumine
summary: what was supposed to be a simple rescue somehow turns into you becoming a very willing “reward” for your two knights.
tags: threesome, lumine & lohen teasing you so much it made me hate them
this is a commission for Aya! thank you so much for trusting me!!! this one was pretty challenging for me, so i hope you’re satisfied with it too 🥹 since it unfortunately got delayed, you also got 1.5k bonus words; but honestly, even if i had managed to write it two weeks ago, i doubt i would’ve been able to fit this whole idea into 700 words anyway lmfaooo
You weren’t exactly sure how you had ended up in bed with the famous Vice-Captain Lohen and the Honorary Knight herself, Lumine.
Well. You knew the basics.
You remembered being at the party. You remembered drinking a little too much. And you definitely remembered someone slipping something into your drink — only, by some ridiculous stroke of luck, those two had noticed before you could actually finish it. Lumine had knocked the glass straight out of your hand at the very last second.
What you didn’t know was what happened to the man who had tried to drug you.
Because while Lumine had immediately turned her attention to you, Lohen had gone to deal with him.
Traveler had just led you outside to get some fresh air down to the forest and help you sober up, one arm wrapped securely around your waist while her hand rubbed soothing circles along your side.
You were only just starting to breathe a little easier when Lohen suddenly appeared from around the corner. Lumine glanced over at him.
“Did he learn his lesson?”
Lohen grinned broadly, twirling his knife between his fingers with obvious satisfaction.
Uneasy, you glanced from him to Lumine, then back to him.
“W-what… what did you do to him?”
“Don’t worry about it, princess.”
“... princess?” you echoed, caught completely off guard. That was certainly not the kind of behavior you had expected from the famous Vice-Captain Lohen.
“Well, we’re both knights, and we rescued you, so that makes you a princess, doesn’t it?” Lohen said as though his logic were completely flawless. “Unless you’d prefer ‘damsel in distress.’ Though, honestly, I think princess suits you much better.”
He pretended to consider it for a moment, tapping a finger thoughtfully against his chin before turning toward Lumine.
“What do you think, Lumine?”
You immediately turned toward Lumine, almost too eagerly waiting for her answer, while the blush already creeping across your cheeks only deepened.
But really, could anyone blame you? You were still high on adrenaline, still trying to process everything that had just happened, and now you were standing face-to-face with an actual living legend. Of course you were a little… overwhelmed.
And maybe just a tiny bit enchanted. Lumine’s smile widened when she noticed your expression.
“Oh, I think you might be onto something, Lohen.”
Her hand slid from your waist to your face, gently cupping your cheek. Her thumb brushed over your lips, slow enough to make your heart immediately start hammering against your ribs.
“I must admit,” she said, her voice warm with amusement, “princess does suit her.”
Her other hand rose to your hair, lazily wrapping one stray lock around her finger while she kept her eyes fixed on yours, clearly enjoying how flustered you were becoming.
Then you suddenly felt Lohen’s chest press against your back. You jolted and both of them laughed.
“Easy, princess,” Lohen murmured from behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders as though he were generously helping you calm down. Judging by the grin you could practically hear in his voice, he was doing the exact opposite on purpose.
Lumine tilted her head, looking unbearably pleased with herself.
“You know,” she continued, “in most fairy tales, the knight gets a kiss from the princess he rescued as a reward.”
You also remembered swallowing hard and squeezing your thighs together when your pussy throbbed so intensely that you nearly fainted, and then — you practically threw yourself at the blonde, kissing her feverishly as though there were no tomorrow.
That was where your memory cut out, but — praise Barbatos! — only for a moment. If it weren’t for what happened afterward, you probably would have died of embarrassment and shame over the fact that you’d actually dared to French-kiss the Honorary Knight.
Because afterward, Lumine was kissing you back just as passionately, holding you by the thighs and pressing you against Lohen’s chest, while he kept you secured beneath your arms with his back against the tree, already undoing his pants with one hand as his lips scattered kisses along your neck.
You were already half-undressed — your skirt and shirt had somehow disappeared, your tights were torn full of holes, and your bra hung loosely from your body, leaving your tits exposed. Thankfully, Lumine was already down to nothing but her shorts and bra as well, while Lohen’s jacket lay somewhere in the pile of discarded clothes.
You moaned when you felt Lohen’s cock rub against your ass. Lumine pulled away from you with a satisfied smile, giving you one last peck before turning her attention to Lohen.
“Don’t be so fast, vice-captain,” she giggled, letting go of one of your legs. Her free hand slipped down to your panties, tugging them aside before running her fingers over your pussy. “Oh, actually, never mind. Our princess turns out to be even more perverted than I thought. She’s already dripping wet.”
Without any ceremony, she slipped two fingers inside you, making you moan dazedly as you pushed your hips against her even harder, trying to take her deeper. Lumine giggled, fucking you with her fingers for a moment to make sure you were properly stretched.
“Lumine, don’t tease her. Can’t you see how impatient she already is?” Lohen laughed, catching you by the chin before slipping his thumb into your mouth. You moaned even louder around it, your lips parted wide. “Do you want it now, darling?”
You tilted your head back so you could get closer to Lohen and kiss him, an invitation he accepted eagerly. His tongue immediately slipped out to taste you boldly, just as Lumine pulled her fingers from you, making you let out an unhappy whine.
“Who said you’re going first?” Lumine asked. “Ladies first, right? Be a fucking gentleman, Lohen.”
“Oh, Lumine, I fear you’re more of a man than I am,” Lohen laughed, pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance. Lumine grabbed your thighs again, lifting you even higher and pressing you more firmly against him, your legs resting in the crooks of her elbows.
You could feel drool slipping from the corner of your mouth — fuck, you were so fucking horny. “So let me fuck our sweet princess already. She needs it so fucking bad. Just look at her.”
Lumine looked you over carefully, pretending to seriously analyze you. She let out a cute little laugh before placing her hands over your tits and giving them an appreciative squeeze.
“How about asking for her own opinion?” she murmured, tracing little circles around your nipple with her finger. You could feel your face growing hot, and you didn’t want to say anything at all. You just wanted to get fucked already. “What do you think, darling?”
You swallowed hard, your heart beating faster — you had no idea what you were supposed to say. They were both being so unbearably teasing that you wanted to simply tell them to take you at the same time, right here, right now.
“I… I… It doesn’t matter, as long as b-both of you… t-take care of me,” you mumbled shyly.
Both Lohen and Lumine giggled, but not in a mocking way—it sounded more fond than anything, almost satisfied by just how needy you were, how badly you wanted both of them.
“Our princess is greedy, isn’t she?” Lumine stroked your hair before kissing you again, her hand sliding down from your breast to between your legs to guide Lohen’s cock into your throbbing hole. “But it’s our duty as knights to serve you.”
You moaned into her mouth as you took his entire length inside you, and Lohen began moving your body as though you were nothing more than a fleshlight. He was so strong that having sex with him felt less like he was fucking you and more like he was simply masturbating with your body.
And fuck, it felt incredible.
Lumine pressed her fingers against your clit, pinching and playing with it as her mouth found your breasts, leaving hickeys scattered across them. That finally gave Lohen the chance to kiss you—he crashed his mouth against yours hungrily, kissing you hard and biting down on your lip until you let out a pathetic moan. He licked away the blood with satisfaction, flashing you a teasing smile.
“Feels good, bun?” Lohen asked, gripping your hips a little too tightly, though right now, the pressure only added to your pleasure.
“Mnh… y-yes,” you panted, your hands braced against Lumine as she continued playing with your nipples and clit. You could feel yourself getting close; everything was too intense, too fucking good.
“You feel really good too, you know?” Lohen dragged his tongue along your neck as Lumine lifted her head, exchanging a knowing look with him. “What a good girl.”
Lohen’s sweet voice made you shudder, your walls clenching around his cock. You were already so close when he suddenly pulled out of you, shifting all of your weight onto Lumine, who wrapped her arms around you protectively to keep you from falling. Lohen still had a firm hold on your hips, though, leaving you suspended in the air between them.
“Do you wanna cum together, darling?” Lumine asked charmingly. You swallowed hard, feeling an even stronger wave of arousal flare through you, and nodded eagerly.
Lumine sat down while still holding you, and Lohen dropped to his knees behind you, sliding back inside you but remaining still for the moment. You moaned dazedly before kissing Lumine and slipping your hand beneath her panties.
As Lohen fucked you from behind and pulled your hair, Lumine began grinding against your hand, rubbing herself against your body in a way that nearly drove you insane. You felt drunk on it all, and yet you still wanted more — you wanted to make both of them cum as hard as you possibly could.
“Doing so good for us, huh?” Lohen chuckled, sliding his hand down to your clit to tease you even more. You shuddered at his words. “So grateful for being rescued… that’s good, bun. You’re doing such a good job being our reward.”
Any shame you might have had was long gone, so you returned Lumine’s wet, passionate kisses with almost embarrassingly eager obedience. Even when your orgasm finally crashed over you and you collapsed between her legs, no longer able to hold yourself up on your arms, you let her grab you by the hair and press your face into her pussy. You wrapped your arms around her waist, tears of pleasure spilling from your eyes as you listened to both Lumine and Lohen getting closer.
You could feel Lumine clenching around your tongue and Lohen’s cock throbbing fiercely inside your pussy. Neither of them seemed even remotely embarrassed by how loud they were, and it filled you with an almost ridiculous amount of satisfaction knowing that you were making them feel that good.
“Fuck, I’m so close — don’t stop, darling,” Lumine growled, practically fucking your face with her hips. “I-I’m cumming… come h-here, princess.”
Lumine pulled you back up toward her, and you quickly went back to using your hand to finger her. She smiled and kissed you deeply, while Lohen, watching the two of you with his face flushed, finally lost what little restraint he had left, coming inside you with a loud, heavy groan.
He slumped against your back, kissing the nape of your neck, and only moments later, Lumine began to climax as well—and then another orgasm crashed through you, too. The three of you practically collapsed against one another, panting as you slowly came back down from the high.
Lohen still took advantage of the moment to pull you into a kiss, his cock twitching inside your pussy and making you sigh dreamily. Lumine joined in as well, showering your neck with kisses.
“Huh, you can actually keep up with our stamina? That’s new,” Lohen laughed.
“Looks like we can go for another round.” Lumine flashed Lohen a mischievous smile before catching you by the chin, pulling your attention away from him so she could kiss you instead. “Will you do us that honor, princess?”
⠀꒲ ` notes . . . merry early christmas and happy new year ♡♡♡ i finally found these damn headcanons after clearing out my fucking notes so enjoy 😭
LUMINE — ⋆⁺₊❅.
xmas cliché: very competitive secret santa.
as per request of lumine herself, you two were spending your beloved holidays in the wonderful city of mondstadt. this year, the knights of favonius had planned out a very inclusive game of secret santa in order to bring the people of the wind even closer together, and, being closely associated with the knights of favonius you and lumine were allowed to pick out your person first (totally not because somebody rigged it, nope).
lumine starts having a sudden ambitious urge as she stares at the note in her hand: the note with your pretty name on it. her instant thought as to reading your name was, “i HAVE to get them the most extraordinary gift.” for what reason exactly? to swoon you of course!
being an outstanding and well renowned traveler certainly has its perks, and lumine was ready to (positively) exploit a majority of them. from mondstadt to liyue, inazuma and even sumeru—an abundance of people, including archons mind you, were happy to oblige to the illustrious travelers request. yet, the “extraordinary” gift she yearned for was still missing.
mondstadt was brimming with festive cheer. snowflakes littered the once sunny-scape of a city with an icy gloss. the streets were crowded, each person exchanging a gift and a smile; it was a type of homely magic that could only be found in mondstadt. the best part of the holidays, however, was finally seeing your beloved for longer than a single tea break, but as of a couple hours now you couldn’t quite find her.
“hey, [name]!” you hear a husky and resonant voice boom in your ears. you swiftly turn around to see the calvary captain himself stride over to you with his signature grin.
you could only look at him quizzically, “and what business does the calvary captain hold with me?”
“well, i’ve been sent by a certain someone’s lover to guide you to a particular place, if you will?” you rolled your eyes at his dramatics and asked him to lead the way. what could lumine have planned that she’d have to ask for the help of that rascal kaeya…
ah.
you couldn’t help but let out a very audible giggle. lumine was staring at you with a quite prominent blush covering her face and ears, her entire body covered with colourful wrapping paper. “and what do we have here, hmm?” you silently trudge past the light chuckles of the knights of favonius towards your beloved.
“well, since you were my person for secret santa, i thought of getting you the most extraordinary gift,” she sighed “and i couldn’t think of anything that would portray my intentions perfectly…” you caressed her face with a laugh and a gentle kiss.
“but then i thought: what’s more extraordinary than a lover from the stars?”
yes, she did get you an actual gift—but this was much funnier.
AETHER — ⋆⁺₊❅.
xmas cliché: cooking a christmas dinner.
the sweet aroma of herbs, spices and various steaming vegetables (as well as a few fruits left out on the counter) filled your bright kitchen with a wonderful scent of festivities in the making. the array of specialties from several nations led to piles of dishes that you were going to be most likely cleaning with your tears later.
you heard the sizzling of the pan in the background as you prepared the delicious honey glaze adding the perfect ratio of: maple syrup, brown sugar and soy sauce to the pot. usually, cooking with other people in the kitchen is an irritating hassle, but aether manages to make the process so much more enjoyable: especially when you both begin to act like an old married couple absentmindedly.
“[name], could you pass me some of the red wine for the gravy?” aether gently calls out, lightly turning his head to look in your direction. mostly to catch a glimpse of your face after an hour of staring at steaming swirls in a pot.
“‘course, dear, here you go.” you hand the wine over to him with a smile, he kisses you on your cheek as thanks.
you proceed to return to your area of work, adding rosemary, coriander, some thyme here and sprinkling paprika, garam masala, crushed garlic—basically whatever would inevitably lead to morning bloating and way too many extra portions. with every dish you both prepared, the room smelt even more remarkable, so much so, that the abundant scent of christmas cheer was seeping through your open windows.
why are your windows open mid-winter? well, its your teapot so the harsh frost of reality cannot bite you (yet...).
after what certainly felt like endless hours, aether had snapped you out of your cooking daze, “hey, love, come try this!” wiping your hands on your apron you rushed over to his side. a premature bite of a festive feast was something only a food could resist.
“here, open wide.”he hovered a crumbly cookie over his right hand, gently gesturing it towards you. taking a messy bite, your head filled with a twinkle of bright stars. the sweet chocolate chips melting in your mouth. “mmmtheyre rherry goud!” (translation: they’re really good).
“haha, slow down, love, you’ve gotten crumbs all over your mouth.” he gently swipes his thumbs across your lips, staring directly in your eyes for a good couple seconds before getting embarrassed and looking away in panic.
“you alright there, sunshine?” you ask teasingly. he huffs in frustration.
laughing to yourself quietly, you slowly push him closer to you by the waist. turning his head to look at you with a swipe of a hand beneath his chin. “why are you getting all embarrassed for, hm?” you purposefully lower your voice. unfortunately, you get no answer in return—well, expect for a bright and vivid blush that quickly spread from his face to his ears.
“c’mere, darling.” you pull him close to get easier access to his face; even with aether trying to protest in his flustered state, he couldn’t ever disallow you to drown him in affections. therefore, every kiss that he got from your pretty lips he cherished eagerly with a kiss of his own.
the best treat for aether’s christmas was you. (please take that in whatever way you wish LOL).
VENTI — ⋆⁺₊❅.
xmas cliché: gift opening drinking game.
to indulge in this years christmas joy, you and venti decided to come up with a small drinking game that festively included gift opening—listen it’s NOT a holiday with venti if there’s not at least a little bit of drunken shenanigans happening. he loves you, but liquor still comes at least a close second.
the way the game worked was: you both make a list of five things you want as a present, then during the morning of christmas, you’d take turns opening said gifts—however, you’d have to guess what the gift is, and, if you get it wrong you take a sip of alcohol. (if you can’t have alcohol you just drink something you don’t like—it’s supposed to be a punishment after all.)
on the morning of christmas, the fire was ablaze in the hearth. the lights of the christmas tree reflecting bright colourful lights all over the room, the fractals helping you clearly see your perfectly serene fiancé already opening a bottle of wine.
“ventiii, it’s only mornin’...” you walked down the stairs in your fuzzy state with a yawn, wiping the sleep out of your eyes absentmindedly.
venti only giggles and smiles at you, “ehehe, my love, it being morning is precisely why i’m drinking!” he entraps you in a hug, sighing contently as he does so. “mm, windblume can we start with the present opening now?” you obviously know why he’s asking, but it’s impossible to reject someone who was now leeching warmth off you with that infuriatingly sweet smile.
you sat near the fire cross-legged, the lights from the tree illuminating you both in colour. “well, my precious windblume, why don’t you start first?” he closed-eyes smiles at you in humble anticipation. you graciously oblige, starting with the gift closest to the tree.
seemingly hours of drunken laughter passed you by in a daze, with you both successfully guessing some of the gifts and having to drink for wrong answers (venti may have gotten it wrong on purpose at times). despite your tipsy mind, you could decipher the tinge of mischief that displayed itself on venti’s gorgeous yet deceitful face.
“hey, windblume, you forgot my last gift.” he feigns a hurt expression, staring at you in playful disbelief.
you roll your eyes. “oh really now? i’m pretty sure i got everything, dear.”
venti let’s out a drunken giggle, slipping you the old paper he had given you with his wish-list. and there it was, in cute, pink, frilly writing: “6. your heart ♪(´ε｀ )” . heaving out a sigh you cross your arms at him, “what’s the point in wishing for something that’s already yours?”
you weren’t sure if it was just the alcohol or venti being flustered, but his face had grown the prettiest shade of red you’ve ever seen. he coos at you, “aaah i didn’t know my love could be such a smooth romantic~”
“well, since you already own my heart is there anything else you’d like?” you ask, pulling him in close to you.
“haha, kisses from your pretty lips shall suffice more than thoroughly, my love.”
venti undoubtedly would make sure you knew you owned his heart as well.
ALBEDO — ⋆⁺₊❅.
xmas cliché: decorating the christmas tree
after a few minutes of careful negotiating, you had convinced albedo to come join you and klee with decorating your christmas tree. while you would’ve loved to do so in dragonspine, because who would pass up the opportunity to spruce up that snowfall den, the drastically decreasing temperature in mondstadt had left the snowy mountains in a flurry of rage, ones you weren’t ready for. plus settling down at home is much more fitting for the holiday, no?
so here you are, covered in tangled christmas lights with a reindeer headband on your hair (provided by albedo himself) as albedo holds up klee in one of his arms to help her reach the highest points of the verdant branches springing off the leaning bark of your tree. it was the first time you’ve seen albedo so concentrated on something so childishly simple. but honestly, without albedo’s artistic critiques you were sure the tree would’ve become a wreck.
as you stared at him helplessly, he blurts out: “please, don’t put the same coloured bulbs so close together--“ albedo picks up a bulb with a sigh and places it elsewhere “and don’t put them in sequence either.”
you laugh at his subtle frustration and he playful glares at you, “do you find my artistic suffering amusing, love?” you cheekily smile at him, getting up to kiss him on the cheek.
“klee wants one as well!” klee cheered, gesturing her tiny hand towards her own cheek. you and albedo both laugh simultaneously, proceeding to smooch klee’s chubby cheeks, her adorable giggles bouncing off the walls.
as you both pulled away, catching each others eyes in a heartwarming gaze, albedo grins. he quickly, but gently enough, switched klee so she’s sitting on his other arm and whispers something in her ear, causing her to close her eyes with a light laugh. you tilt your head to the side in confusion, before albedo uses the tangled lights that entrapped you to pull you closer. it only takes a second before your lips are more intertwined than the red-green lights flickering on your skin.
the kiss lasts for a short while, but the tingly feeling in your stomach certainly lingers. there’s an awkwardness in the air that settles as you two pull away and you both just see klee’s bright eyes staring at you in that bug-eyed wonder.
“can we continue with the tree now? (｡･ω･｡)” she asks almost too politely, albedo only chuckles and nods, yet before leaving you to your own devices he sneaked in one last quick kiss to your forehead. klee catches that one too.
TARTAGLIA — ⋆⁺₊❅.
xmas cliché: ice skating.
“ajax, no, there’s absolutely no way.” you held onto yourself in fright, staring out at the vast horizon of ice that displayed itself before you.
“come on, kochanie! it won’t be as bad as you think it is, i’ll be holding onto you the entire time too there’s absolutely nothing to worry about.”his attempts to comfort you were sweet yet completely futile.
“i’m going to fall and then i’m going to blame my cold wet ass on you.”
“honey, i promise you, you won’t fall, just take my hand! i’ve done this with my siblings countless of times, and look, they’re all fine aren’t they?”
you sigh in defeat, gripping onto his reached out hand in pure fear, the rush of adrenalin silencing your ears. stepping onto the ice, tartaglia quickly pulls you into his warm chest, which helped soothe the anxious ache in your stomach for a good minute. “see? nothing to worry about, my love.” he whispers, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.
tartaglia helps you adjust so that you’re able to move around but are in arms distance of him, so, if at any moment you catch yourself slipping, you’re able to latch onto him no problem. or take him down with you, that also works. he begins softly telling you instructions, awkwardly guiding your duck walk with great patience to ensure your comfort.
as he was explaining how to easily slow down or speed up using your skates, he noticed your grip tighten on his hands in slight discomfort. “hey now, don’t overthink it okay? you’re doing great.” he tries to ease the anxiety by rubbing small circles onto the back of your hand with his thumb, giving you a firm, reassuring smile which you couldn’t help but return.
in passing time you got quite a good hand on how to confidently control yourself on ice. being able to have short and sudden races with your overexcited and proud fiancé. he skates over to you with a shining smile adorning his face, “i told you you’d be fine!” he swipes his thumb across your cheek, pressing a chaste kiss directly on your soft lips without hesitation.
it would be complete ignorance to suggest you didn’t get a little out of hand. his warm arms around your waist, bodies completely melting together with a forced proximity from the slippery skates leaning your body forward, the way his tongue felt warm against yours—it made your head woozy. hands gripping at his mess of ginger hair to drag him back down for another kiss. then another—and another. tartaglia’s hand twitched against your back.
“[name]…” he panted lazily, having to close his eyes purely to not get tempted to chase your lips again. “don’t do this right here, i’m supposed to be a very patient teacher! not a patient lover!”
while you were hazily entrapped in the moment, enjoying the heat that radiated from tartaglia, the subtle yelling of his siblings drew nearer. before you allowed yourself to steal another kiss from your beloved, you got interrupted by a cute yet surprising holler, “babcia asked if you guys wanted rosoł!”
SCARAMOUCHE — ⋆⁺₊❅.
xmas cliché: drinking hot chocolate.
scara was insistent on not needing to wear his coat: or his scarf, or hat, or gloves. okay, you could understand the phrase “a hoe never gets cold” but please, the degrees were in MINUSES. no, it did not register that he was a puppet incapable of feeling heat. such a fact did not matter when you used to put sweaters on your dolls out of pity for them during winter.
“i’m fine.” he reiterates once more, this time with icy annoyance filtering into his tone.
“you’re making ME feel cold just by looking at you!”
“then stop looking at me, simple.”
“now, come on—you know i cant do that.” you tease him with a kiss to his cheek, scara can only turn away in embarrassment at your sudden affection. “why do you insist on being outside anyways? we could so easily be cuddling near a fire with hot chocolate in our hands…”
in truth, he wanted to take you out on a cute little date. but due to unforeseen circumstances (scara forgot the weather gets bitterly cold during december) you two were instead standing amidst the snow, holding hands while you shivered with every passing minute. scara let out a deep sigh, a frosty hoard of air emitting from his pretty lips (it was yours), “fine. let’s just go home. this was a waste of time.”
you pinch his cheek to garner his attention, “any time spent with you is worthy to me, love.” he can only roll his eyes. but you can feel his grip go tighter. while the journey home was unsurprisingly quiet, you could certainly feel that scara was anticipating the domestics the afternoon held.
without the judging and pestering eyes of pedestrians, scara behaved like an entirely different person: his public and social personality is volatile and cunning, only deadly poison spilling from his tongue. his private attitude, more so his behaviour towards you, is much more bitterly reserved. there’s still that hint of sarcasm, he can’t simply let that go, but there’s a hint of something beneath the frost. something that, when scraped by a familiar touch, makes him melt into a minty sweetness.
“here’s your hot chocolate, filled with extra love just for your grumpy ass.”scara responds with a subtle smile and a complimentary eye roll before flattening out a space next to him for you. “what a great boyfriend you are, huh?”you coo. normally he’d give you an annoyed nudge or a pissed off insult—but this time, he merely wrapped a snug arm around your waist. you lean into his chest, letting out a content hum. scara remains utterly silent, taking small sips from his steaming cup.
his face slowly shifts into that soft look you so adored. he leans over to press a tender kiss on the top of your head, something he attempts to hide with a jerk of his head to the side. you giggle quietly. “i love you.”he mutters against the mug, words muffled by the steam.
“i love you too, dear.” a soft smile invades scara’s static features, but for once, he allows it to happen.
NILOU — ⋆⁺₊❅.
xmas cliché: writing to santa clause.
a choir of giggles crescendoed in the grand bazaar , this came as absolutely no surprise to the employees of zubayr theatre who witnessed this increasing festive cheer every day leading to the special holiday. the theatre, specifically nilou herself, reserved a special area of the marketplace to allow children to write letters to santa (or i guess, teyvat’s version of him..?).
you observed each vendor and stall with delight, all the while, unbeknownst to you, nilou was desperately glancing around the hoards of people to at least catch a glimpse of you—and that she did! as you were carefully examining some decorations at a nearby vendor, you heard a polite sing-song voice call out your name, turning around swiftly to see your pretty beloved running towards you with her arms out.
“[name]! you’re here!!” she engulfs you in a warm embrace, leaving you with very little room to breathe. you pat her on the shoulder in a way to signify your need for air. she giggles and rather reluctantly lets you go, “sorry sorry haha, i’m just so happy you’re here! come with me, i’m supervising the children who are writing letters to santa, you should totally join!” she, as gently as she could with her bubbling excitement, drags you out of the crowd and towards the bundle of energetic kids that covered the decorated floor.
“miss nilou, can you read my letter please?” a young boy held up a piece of paper with a bunch of illegible yet endearing scribbles. nilou gave out a sweet laugh, a beloved melody of yours, and ruffled the boys hair, “i heard that if you let another person read your letter, it won’t reach santa, so keep this hidden, alright?” she winked with a kindhearted smile, the child nodded vigorously and left to play along with the rest of his friends.
“that’s quite a nonsensical rule.” you laugh, nilou chuckles along with you before replying, “i unfortunately don’t make the wish-making rules! (^_−)−☆” she hooks your arms together to take you towards a surprisingly quiet table, it had scattered cards, paper, colorful pens, and a few sets of sticker sheets strewn across— perfect for the occasion.
as you sat down, you couldn’t help but smile at how cheery one person could get over such a simple childish tradition—it was truly endearing. to find joy in something so fruitless and seemingly dumb? it was a type of whimsy most could only dream of. nilou burst you out of your lovesick daydreaming with a polite and sudden kiss, “stuck on what to write, darling?” she lovingly stares at you with her head jutted on her palm.
you shake your head and proceed to cover your paper out of her view, leaving nilou rather bemused. not such a stupid rule now, was it? taking a brightly visible pen, in bold and cursive letters you write “dear santa, all i want for christmas is for nilou and i to be happy.” is it absolutely cheesy and wholeheartedly cringe? yes, but that was the exact wholesomeness that nilou loved.
“i’m done with writing my letter.” you tease her by waving the blank side of it in her field of vision. “
“you’re so mean sometimes, darling.” she laughs, leaning to kiss the tip of your nose. “using my own rules against me? that’s an unbelievable type of torture!”
jumping up from her seat, nilou proceeds to snap her fingers toward the flapping paper. beaming with utter bliss. “if santa can’t fulfil your wish when i see it, i’m sure i’ll manage to do it myself just fine.”
CYNO — ⋆⁺₊❅.
xmas cliché: loving snowball fight.
for the first time in decades, the wonderful deserts of sumeru experienced some heavy snowfall. while you were certainly enjoying yourself, a certain general remained stoically peaceful in his stance (despite the clear excited shine in his eyes).
cyno was trapped inside his own thoughts, what exactly was he pondering about? who knows. perhaps he’s wondering about his duties in the akademiya, or he’s wondering what horrid pun he can say to elicit a pitiful giggle out of you. the second was his favourite to dwell on.
trying to catch the attention of your beloved shouldn’t be that difficult , yet every time you spoke to him he would reply with a quick kiss. every reply only a short phrase or a shake or nod of the head. perhaps the only true way of snapping him out of his work trance, was to ‘lovingly’ bully him with the very snow that spreads across the land. you could say you were up to snow good.
picking up a handful of snow and shaping it into a malnourished ball, your face held a mischievous grin. however, before you could actually be a lovable menace, cyno was out of your field of sight. you stand there awkward and clueless, sceptically turning around like a cat chasing its own tail. a sudden cold splash of snow splats against your back.
“icy what you were trying to do there.” cyno says, a grin that outmatched yours in devilishness adorning his lips. “snow happy to play against you.” he teases, throwing another snowball up and down in his palm as if getting ready to throw.
the playful atmosphere crescendoed when the two of you began a dramatic chase through the snow, both of you looking like bunnies frolicking in the misty fog of ice. even with your ample speed and agility, getting even playfully chased by a powerful general with impeccable aim was proved to be difficult.
the next few minutes went on like this: you two playing childish games, hiding amidst the snowy peaks and sneakily throwing snowballs at each other during seemingly serene intervals of peace. sometimes you’d laugh at his witty, painfully awful jokes, other times you’d be falling victim to his merciless attacks of snow.
as the two of you were running around one of the accumulated snow piles, laughing loudly with frost bitten noses, you trip directly on-top of him; thus ending your chase rather anti-climactically. “oh, deer.”he jokes, you instantly place your chilly hands onto his flushed cheeks, leaving him to shiver and melt into your gentle touch.
“i’m glad you didn’t do this at the beginning, i would’ve been at your mercy.” he kisses the inside of your palm with a small smile.
GOROU — ⋆⁺₊❅.
xmas cliché: kissing underneath the mistletoe.
this was your first christmas with gorou as an official couple, therefore you wanted to go all out. nothing was too big or too small in the name of love! each window was decorated with lights and stickers, candles illuminated each corridor and room with a festive spark of orange, not to mention your christmas tree that was beautifully arranged with your artistic vision.
gorou showed absolutely no defiance when you ordered him to change the angle or direction of a decoration multiple times, feeling complaisant with the fact he’s being useful to you. “is there anything else you need help with, [name]?” he tilts his head to the side as he turns on the final lights near a window.
you playfully frown at him, “still calling me by my name, love?”
gorou’s ears perk up in surprise, his face turning a bright red out of embarrassment, “o-oh, sorry! uhm i can call you something else if you’d like?” even though you laugh, he was VERY serious. beginning to ponder with a hand on his cheek for support. “oh uhm,” he awkwardly averts his gaze to anywhere but you, “can i call you honey..?”
you laugh at him once again, caressing his cheek gently with your warm palm, “of course you can. anyways, i have one last thing to put up, could you wait here for a moment?” you let go of his face (he swears he didn’t whine).
gorou coughs into his hand and replies, “sure, ho-honey…” you smile at his awkward stutter before heading off to get what you needed. gorou stood there motionless, face in his hands, body heating up with every rapid beat of his heart against his ribcage. he was a general, for goodness sake. not a lovesick pup eager for his owner’s pets. though, the thought of you petting his head had his tail wagging with an uncontrollable fervour. curse his biology.
“gorouuu, darling, could you come help me out this up?” you yell across from another room, he quickly shakes off the nerves and rushes over to you, stopping in his tracks upon seeing the teasing grin on your face and the mistletoe that you were swinging back and forth. he’d take execution over this.
“are-are you sure you need my help with this..ahaha…i can always get you a step ladder? or something…” he laughs anxiously, eyes widening with the way you so easily pull him in closer by his waist. dangling the mistletoe mischievously above his head, bopping it up and down a few times before finally, gorou gives in and kisses you. he knew it would be a losing game otherwise. your hands find themselves on his waist once again, pulling him in ever so closer to the sweet scent of your perfume.
gorou ‘accidentally’ whimpers into the kiss, a weak sound that practically rolls right off his tongue toward your own, leaving you pridefully satisfied, but him a flustered mess. he abruptly breaks the kiss and hides his face in shame, the sudden slip of mouths making a streak of saliva smear at the corner of your chin. “gods..im so sorr-mpf??-“ you cut his futile apologies with another passionate kiss.
you would find out just how many times the general could sing so sweetly.
K. AYATO — ⋆⁺₊❅.
xmas cliché: “baking” cookies together.
oh may the archons above forgive you both because thoma will absolutely not. lord knows who allowed ayato in the kitchen— he claimed that he simply wanted to ‘spend some domestic time with his beloved after being away for so long’, but you dared doubt his claim.
“ayato, my beloved.”
“[name], my wonderful spouse.”
“you put any weird shit in these damn cookies and i swear i am going to—“
“ah ah my love, no foul language in the kitchen.” you were about to retort with ‘the atrocities that come out of this kitchen when you’re finished cooking is far worse”, but decided against it. choose peace, not violence, during the holiday season.
“i promise, i will follow your guidance every step of the way. so, what’s first?” while he looked rather ready to get started, you remained rightfully hesitant and suspicious. placing down the ingredients you’d be using for the special christmas treats, ayato’s eyes stayed heavily fixated on the recipe that you left beside him (for obvious reasons).
you hear a loud crumpling of paper. it draws your attention very quickly, and yet entirely way too late. that blue-haired bastard. “AYATO??” you blink slowly with your mouth agape.
he merely laughs and pecks your nose, “there’s no need for recipes and measurements, we can use our heart to dictate the sweetness. that’s how the best dishes have been invented, no?” he’s so lucky he’s pretty.
taking out the mixing bowl, you try to run things down in your head, roughly estimating what amount of each ingredient you need—ayato disturbs your astute train of thought by eyeballing a bunch of icing sugar, butter, and vanilla extract into the bowl…
you woefully crack an egg into the mixture, as your pitiful hand went to grab a spoon to mix the travesty of ingredients. whisking away the sickly overly-sweet stench of vanilla, you felt your head renew with plans to save this mess. thinking on your feet was an admirable skill you’ve honed over the years of being wed.
“love, can you put in the flour? not too much, i beg you”. he laughs at your remark, pouring in the flour gently as to not upset you further. the couch didn’t feel good to sleep on.
“don’t you worry, my darling. my mother and i used to do this all the time.”
“gods she’d be so disappointed wouldn’t she..”
“mhhm, say something, love?” he asks. you shake your head in denial. ayato sneaks his way behind you, sliding his hands around your waist and getting purposefully close to your ear before kissing it, warm breath ghosting delightfully close to your cold skin.
one kiss led to many, and that many turned into too much as ayato left you laughing in adoration, leaving you to forget the mixing bowl that was in your precious hands—nothing exactly registers in your peripheral. mostly because you didn’t want to look down and catch the culprit of the powerful stench of vanilla clinging to your clothes.
rightful silence erupted in the kitchen.
“maybe the real cookies were the memories we made along the way.” ayato teases you by placing the grotesque batter on your nose.
“kamisato ayato, i will not hesitate to turn you into next nights hot pot.”
“now, don’t be sour, my love, you were clearly enjoying yourself.”he kisses your cheek, you grimace.
“my lord…[name]…i…” thoma stood speechless at the kitchen entrance, tears pricking his eyes as an invisible cloud rained above his head, wilting his all ready heavy shoulders.
“i’m sorry.” you and ayato say in unison, though your words held actual compassion unlike ayato who was still adamant on holding onto your waist with a smirk.
K. C. FLINS — ⋆⁺₊❅.
xmas cliché: collecting wood for the fireplace
as per tradition, you and flins set out in the far forests of nod krai to search for the perfect oak tree. it would sound odd to anyone outside of the frosty nation—after all, you had all ready accumulated quite the hefty collection of adequate bark and bundle of sticks for the hearth warming your home, but it was the tradition behind it that made the long trek worth it.
flins didn’t let you touch a thing once you found the victim for your fireplace. you had done enough for the day, he assured you (if the way you had to limp from your heavy backpack wasn’t quite enough of a tell). muttering a single prayer of forgiveness beforehand, you barely see any swing of movement before the tree tumbles in a spritz of wood chips and grassy ash.
hoisting one firm bundle of bark on one shoulder, flins turns to you. his smile turning a little brighter from its usual pleasant tilt.
“milichka,” he murmurs, wrist rolling to turn his palm toward you, “may i?” it was the usual question. holding your hand through the dark wasn’t a simple show of affection, it was a duty he took more seriously than most probably would. but when your hands did reach, his own nearly immediately dropped with an odd amount of grace. free arm sliding beneath your knees to help bend them over his shoulder. two very precious cargo needed to be transported with upmost safety.
with each gift of wood to your blazing hearth, the fire crackled louder. a symphony of warmth now burning through the cold frosting your fingertips. “is that all of it? i could go for a really nice cup of cocoa right now…”
“nearly, but i can always make you a cup as you wait?” he gestured toward the kitchenette, the kittenish yellows of his eyes bright against the fumes.
“mm, nah. i prefer it when we do stuff like that together.” together. right. that word felt so foreign sometimes when accompanied with the warmth of a willing body, and not the cold touch of shadow.
“then, i hope you could just let me do this one simple thing.”
picking up the very bark of oak tree you two had trekked way too many slippery slopes of nod krai for, he skilfully wraps it in a white linen cloth before throwing it into the hearth. the gesture was odd, even for someone filled with oddities like flins, but you didn’t dare question it. not when his hands found yours in a manner that spoke of hours learning your heart and skin as if it were his own.
“i pray that the next year has us just like this. together, and a little more in love. though,” he leans down, cold lips pressing right against your knuckles, “i doubt such a thing is possible, for i have been blessed with an abundance of affection for you that contradicts my years.”
NEFER — ⋆⁺₊❅.
xmas cliché: exchanging well wishes
nefer blames you wholeheartedly for this farce.
she stated numerously, no, i will not be joining you at the christmas gathering. no, your status as my partner does little to change my mind. but she was here. drink in hand, a pinot noir from the earthy tones of mushroom mingling with the horribly sweet cherry, and absolutely feeling burdened by the cheeriness in the air.
it wasn’t because she hated the company. kind of. it was more the fact it was all ready getting late, people were drunk—and drunk people love to talk and make bad decisions. decisions that nefer wasn’t on the clock for. letting her back rest on a velvet lounge, her eyes meandered on the party crowd. mostly searching for the face she was going to very politely scold soon as they got home.
“nefeeeer!”
she didn’t need to be a particularly keen listener to recognise the cheer in that voice.
“[name].”
“why do you all ready look so angry? cheer up, we’re with friends! it’s supposed to be fun!” you chuckle, wrapping your arms around her neck from behind.
“i don’t consider hours of people chattering about nothing particularly fun, but i suppose if—you have an opłatek in your hand.” she observes without so much as a glance toward your hand.
flaunting the white wafer between your fingertips, you couldn’t help but grin. “yup! and you know what that means, right?” nefer nodded. “time to exchange good wishes! c’mon, you have to—it’s the law!”
“not true, but i will humour you as always.”
breaking off the thin paper, you pass it over with a keen smile. “i wish you many more clients, more juicy gossip that you say you won’t share with me without a price but do so anyway…aaand, for us to be happy together next year!”
“adorable, but i don’t share anything that would be detrimental. you just forget everything i tell you in the span of two minutes—your makings of a very horrid spy make it easy to trust you to keep quiet.” she smiles fondly even as you pout, taking another piece of wafer from the package to break off in return.
“as for you…” she trailed off, her eyes glancing off to the side where a black cat sat in anticipation for her attention. “i wish for us what endures: that time recognizes us, and happiness stays, having learned our names.”
she didn’t even let you reply before smacking your lips with her own. “go off now, i’ll be here to drag you home when you inevitably drink too much.”
technically, she was meant to be committing to this tradition with everyone, but with all honestly—she was more than ready to call it a night after being so disgustingly sweet with you. she might never drink wine after this night again.
LAUMA — ⋆⁺₊❅.
xmas cliché: fortune telling games
sometimes you cursed yourself for how easily you could be convinced to do anything lauma asked for. because how the words “wax fortune telling” didn’t register as anything but bizarre to you was an enquiry that needed to be answered by kuutar herself.
regardless, you were here. sitting in a field far off from the chatter of other devotees with a cold bowl of water sitting between the two of you, and a burning candle flickering ghostly shapes on lauma’s soft cheeks.
“lauma?” you drawl, and she immediately tilts her head, horns nearly bumping against you. “i hate to ask you again, but what exactly are we doing?”
she chuckles, giving your head a single pat. “fortune telling. it’s a…withstanding tradition in nod krai. by letting candle wax drip into water, the shapes that form can be interpreted as clues to the future.”
“well, what do you hope it says?”
lauma doesn’t answer that. instead, her hands carefully transport the burning candle over the water, tilting the base at an angle to allow the steaming wax drool into the bowl. the water ripples and congeals, you two sit there for a moment in the silence. the whispering sound of wind breezing past you (and thankfully helping the wax cool quicker).
then, soon as the wax settles, you prod your head over the bowl. eyes scanning the gentle shapes and edges of… “yeah, this just looks like a bunch of blobs.” you snicker, and while lauma joins with a light laugh of her own, she continues staring.
“really? because i see…two hands. joined together as one.” you peek your head over again, sliding an arm around lauma’s waist as if the intimacy would help entice your own eyes to see what she does.
“if you say so…but hey, does that mean the next year we’ll still be together? just like this?” you smiled in earnest.
“of course, širdelė. i have no doubt about it, especially with kuutar herself accepting our union.”
it really was just two blobs; but lauma saw beauty in anything that involved you.
but what if traveler finally realises what dottore meant
in the midnight when the mondstadt church bell struck twelve and everyone was already fast asleep and moonlight drifted to the windows...
you, that is the world renowned traveler, having hurdled past so many challenges and accomplished so many achievements to your name that one could only dream of acquiring in their lifetime has but a very unfathomably treacherous thought inside their mind
"maybe...dottore had a point..."
you whisper it to the cool night air before you can reclaim it back.
you freeze, arms crossed and lips parted wondering what you just said yet also not having the heart to deny it...
a chill runs down your spine with the soft thumping of your heart at the anxiety crawling up
the mind is a treacherous thing indeed...flooding a million blasphemous thoughts into your head at the peak of the night
you think...its true that what he did was morally incorrect...calling people, the subject of his experiments as mere data, statistics, is a twisted way of ignoring life and what it stands for, essentially abandoning humanity
but when you are in a world with your every move monitored by the shades through a conveniently placed device which people rever...
it really does not matter whether you see everyone as just chess pieces. have they done anything that made the humans live with freedom and exhibit their wisdom?
those who challegend the gods were destroyed by the celestial nail, which wiped out so many civilizations. those whose wisdom was worth preserving were taken sometimes for, sometimes against their will and forced to let go of all their past memories and serve in the temple of space...letting them ascend to an enlightened state
"the celestia...are just thieves posing as gods..." you find yourself walking near the cathedral, where the view of the heavenly abode was visible....the very place where you lost your sibling...
isn't it true? the four shades took over the authority of the dragons. killed the angels and reduced them to mere seelies who do nothing but guide to treasures and had the innocent three moon sisters locked and destroyed just because they were created by the dragon king who showed the audacity to go against the heavens for taking his own exalted seat?
you clench your fists in angers because...
these "gods" want docile people who will proclaim their devotion for them and worship them because a god without worshipper is no god at all
is it fear that drives them? is it indifference? or is it nihilism? afterall in the eyes of gods humanity is but...a insignificant thing
they have so inextricably and ruthlessly linked the souls, memories, people and the archons code into the irminsul that they have no choice but to save themselves because...
who will if they don't ?
you turn your back and tread towards the inn.
your heart now one of steel as you make up your mind about freeing humanity from the laws binding them. dottore carried the experiment on his own, all by himself. but you will not do that. you will have your friends and the people by your side when challenging them because you know that one day it will happen...soon
so it really raises the question...
"do the gods..." you stare at the moon, "rule with wisdom? or with folly?"
you sigh...
"Dottore is so stubborn...maybe we will cross paths again in the future"
note: self aware traveler perhaps? and if you squint you'll see that it just ends up being my rant about a certain group of people in a metaphorical form (*ahem* political "leaders" *ahem*)
but heyyy i had fun writing this tell me your thoughts about it in the comments! it doesn't really contain much spoilers or none to say the least
I love your sahsrau so much it's living free in my head! May I ask how they would react if they realize you kind of auto battle while doing sth else?? Like personally I tend to play Love and deepspace at the same time, imagine Phainon is being ecstatic thinking you are watching him destroying enemies for you and then he heard a women voice singing" Some long for longevity, before fading to duusst ~" but the worse is that he hears a GUY TALKING ?? Calling you "pipsqueak / kitten / Miss bodyguard / etc" ????? He kills enemies so quickly you barely had time to say hi to the boys in lads.
I also kinda wonder if Genshin characters are also self aware that would be chaos, Lumine waiting for you to come back but realizing you are kinda stuck in hsr ??? Imagine all the characters you pulled being also heartbroken, Kaeya was your first main but you quickly abandon him for Diluc of all things! Tartaglia was able to stay for a while bc of the international team but you recently remplaced him for Neuvillette, is it because he lost against him??? But it wasnt a fair fight!! And he fought the Narwhal for days, doesnt that mean sth to you ?? Albedo biting the dust in your account was fine with it, but with the recent Nodkrai patch, you start to use him again and he's happy about it. And with the new buff, you will play him even more right ?
Then they start realizing you who usually log in daily doesnt for a week now, they ask Lumine where you are and she's like " Well, it seems like they are stuck in hsr ? "
How do they get you back ??? And into Teyvat ??
This post got a bit too long lol but I had sm fun thinking about these !! THE LADS THING ESPECIALLY IS SUCH A FUNNY IDEA LMFAOO .... Let's say this is during your occasional farm visits, some time after you first pull phai—
Sure, things aren't as... Stable, or as regular as Phainon would like them to be, but at least you're there...! Sometimes.
This time, however, you're abnormally quiet while setting up the team. He's included, of course he's included, so he doesn't care too much either way, but it's unusual for you to not at least have that silly giggle when he's doing his best to look presentable for you! Or even that off-key humming. Or like. Anything. He misses your voice. Please just, like... Sigh??
He gets to destroying each enemy, trying to hit harder and harder since you seemed to like that last time—maybe he can wipe off the whole lineup in one attack? Of course he will. He does.
Yet, you're... Silent. Still, no words, no nothing, aside from... Music? A lady singing? Definitely not your voice though. Then again, maybe you just want some background music while watching him obliterate his enemies like some male bird trying to get your attention with horrible dance moves; that's fine! Should he... Like... Try to hit on beat ??
Then, he hears it. Some guy. Huh.
"Are you curious about the secrets buried underneath, Kitten?"
—Sorry, "Kitten" ?????????
"Oh my God." Stelle gasps, her attention on the voice all of a sudden... Once she slaps an enemy away with her book shut tight, "Did... Did they..."
Phainon grunts as he takes a head off, still too busy with the fight to look up (in a somewhat desperate attempt to please you), though his attention is definitely not on the blood he spills, "What? Did they what? Who's that???"
"...Get a boyfriend? Is... Is that what's happening?"
Phainon stops dead in his tracks, the body from before falling limp at his feet.
what
"Did... Oh. Uh."
He... Sort of... Never considered that before, actually. He's pictured you a being similiar to something of unfathomable power, someone he wouldn't usually picture doing such humane things as...—he wouldn't know! Cuddling? Going on dates? Gasps. Holding... Hands?
He supposes he's heard you complain about rather mundane things before, and he knows you have friends, but... It never occured to him you may have someone special. He didn't think you would, actually.
Huh.
That's.
Phainon doesn't really like that. Or maybe he just doesn't like the petname. So demeaning, isn't it?! You should have a better partner. An equal. Not someone who treats you like that..!
He hears your familiar giggle then, finally!
"Aww, I've missed you! Shouldn't have ragequit after those horrid pulls, I guess..."
???
Pulls...
It dawns on him, and Stelle, and Sunday, and Dan Heng then. The entire team.
You're playing a game. Something else. After you left them to fight some monsters.
Actually hold on a second, Phainon heard about something like this from Castorice, hasn't he? Is that a—
"Dating sim..." Stelle unknowingly finishes his thoughts, "They're playing some dating sim. After leaving us like this."
Something akin to amusement flashes in Dan Heng's eyes, "...You really are similiar to them, then."
"Whuh- What's that supposed to mean?!"
Phainon doesn't really hear the rest of that conversation... Or Sunday's grunting. He sort of doesn't care to.
Dating sim... Those games where you romance the leads, right? Those flowery, romantic ones. Or—Oh, Titans, what if it's the other kind? The... Less cute stuff Castorice gets really embarrassed about???? Is that what "underneath" meant?!
No. Nahh. Surely you don't like that corny guy that much, anyway...
Hey did he just hear a moan—what are you giggling about right now ????
He ends up defeating the enemies so quick you have to keep restarting the cycles. You grumble about not getting to talk to this "Sylus" without interruption, but hey—
Your irritation is much better than your ignorance.
And about the genshin thing—no lie I hadn't thought abt how Lumi would know about your account etc like Stelle does, since she doesn't really have any ?? Devices ????? So I'll be even sillier about this and say your actions appear in her Adventurer's Handbook. Magical books aren't that odd in Teyvat anyway lalala (humor me...)
Let's say reader's horrible abandoning habits are just as bad in Genshin; you know what that means? A lot more salty exes.
Juuuust what you need. Because of course, Sunday is never enough. When has he ever been enough? Just end his misery.
So let's do a quick review...
Poor, poor Kaeya being demoted into a support for DILUC of all people, only to be kicked out not long after 😭😭 He never gets a break from his family drama huh. He's gotten used to being thrown aside, he'd almost say he's used to it—hey, at least it's his brother you're throwing him aside for... Until it's not, and Diluc joins him on the defeated losers bench....
He had started off so good too. Being your beloved DPS for so many weeks, helping you take your first steps into his world! Isn't that lovely? Sure, he was a bit freaked out about the honorary knight telling him he may hear voices sometimes, but if that voice is yours? He'd love to hear it at all times. But he doesn't. He's cursed to become your ice-bridger... Until you pull Furina...
Childe, Tartaglia, Ajax; whatever you may call him, is mostly disappointed in himself more than anything else. He's been with you for a long while, you've helped make him much stronger than anticipated, hell—he's actually pretty decent with a bow nowadays! You've contributed much to his mastery of all fighting skills, so...
What the hell happened that made you bench him?
Neuvillette—The lizard. That's what happened. One day, Tartaglia wakes up and oh, wow, he's just. Fired, essentially. Because you have a shinier hydro user now. It definitely pisses him off a bit—especially with how he's recently fought with the guy. Is that what this is about? Did you decide to replace him because you came to the conclusion he was weak? That was an unfair fight, he'd think, but... Still. He lost, he lost. Fine. He wasn't strong enough... So what to do?
Be better. Be stronger. Beat Neuvillette. Hard.
(Good luck to Neuvi in avoiding a certain ginger's challenges in the upcoming days...)
Albedo seems fine with dealing with rejection, considering what sort of a "Mother" Rhine has always been lmao; Hate to inject my HCs here, but I feel like he's developed a sort of superiority complex about it, actually. He survived, he was the perfect human, the one to make it out alive and into society, not Dorian, not Durin—I thought he had a sort of empathy against Durin in earlier versions but. Like. Latest quests... Also that "is it murder if what I kill isn't human" thing like ?? He's coping. You pull him, you use him, you explore with him, you love him! And really, all that does is sorta affirm his already not very healthy thoughts lol. So when you end up abandoning him very early on because sorry man, he's not the best fighter..! He's actually not quite used to that. What's he supposed to do with being the abandoned one. Lol. ?? if being the perfect experiment is what got him his current life, what does it mean when someone so integral to Teyvat's existence rejects him?
And then you get him back in your team once he's done with Alice's little quest. Was that it? Has he finally done it? Can he feel a bit secure now, or ...???
And then whoops, you're gone. Like. For an oddly long time..? He's not sure what to feel about that part. On one hand, he's made it back into your teams! On the other... You're gone.
Lumine, sweet, darling Lumine, been with your for—what is it, 5 years now? Before Stelle, or anyone else really, she was there with you! Lumi trusts you to be her guide through Teyvat, even though Paimon claims she'd make a better guide anyday. Best travel guide in Teyvat, duh!
("Paimon, I don't think they're exactly in Teyvat, though..."
"Well, Paimon's the best travel guide in AND out of Teyvat then!")
Regardless of what other projects you pick up, whoever else you may choose to guide, you come back to her. She's pretty secure in that, and, well, she should be. Even if you're not the most consistent, you ARE always back to her. Every time.
Usually.
So.
What happens that makes you leave for so long, with NO log-ins to any other one of your projects..?
That's a bit... New for you. Were you... Socializing too much or something? She did hear you mention a few things about your work and friends recently, so maybe..??
"Huh-" Paimon tilts her head as she looks at the Handbook over Lumine's shoulder, "Wait a minute, did they ever log out after this?"
Lumine looks over to the records Paimon's little fingers point at, and.... Sure enough, it just says you logged in a few weeks ago... Had you been helping out Stelle all this time? Why?
Admittedly, she doesn't understand how exactly your universe shifting or the omnipresent voice and presence work, but she DOES know you don't do it for too long at once. It had been weeks though.
...
She wonders, what would a hypothetical friend think if she were to "visit" Teyvat, and then not come back for 5 years?
...Could someone from that universe trap you over there, she can't help but wonder. Much like what happened to her? But—nooo, pft, that's silly. You're too much of an outsider, a force not even the archons sense unless you let them.
Unless this other universe has... Even higher beings? Could it be?
She's no stranger to those, she supposes. Perhaps staying so long in Teyvat has made Lumine forget what threats lay outside Teyvat.
"...Could they be stuck there?" She ponders out loud, earning a surprised yelp from her white haired companion.
"No way! Could they...?"
It's cute, Lumine has to note, how Paimon worries over you even if she's expressed hostility against you before. Once you stop contending for her place as the best travel guide in (and out of!) Teyvat, the little fairy likes you quite a lot, after all.
"I don't know the details of what beings there are, in that realm..." Lumine speaks again, mostly thinking out loud, "But if that's the case, we should help them, right?"
Paimon nods her head up and down, as fast as possible, "Well—they've helped us a lot, right? It's only fair! Aw, they must be so scared..!"
As for the "how" issue... Be it Skirk, Alice, Nicole, The Archons, The Sovereigns—Lumine does know a lot of powerful people. Her brother said it himself, they will always have enough time.
You, though... Might have to be a priority for now.
She might also have to let some others know before they lose their minds. Over worry or anger or a broken hearts, she can't tell.
("Are you alright? This is the fifteenth time today... Should I call Hyacine?" Phainon asks, brows furrowed in clear, adorable worry as he hands you another napkin. You chuckle at his enthusiasm to help your sneezing, and take the napkin with a smile, "I'm good, I swear... Probably just allergies.")
🪼intended for female reader but you can use others!
🪼Genshin Fluff! ⤵︎ something to listen to while reading <3
NINGGUANG-`♡´-
It started off as small but expensive gifts like jewelry! She'd gift you luxurious branded jewelry on special occasions. But once the feelings developed deeper , she just knew YOU deserved even better than just jewelries.
You on the other hand doesn't have pretty pennies like she does. You use your creativity for gifts! You would spend days on end to make Ningguang a cute handmade gift. And Ningguang thinks it's cute on how much you were willing to spend your time on creating her some clay charms , handwritten letters with something crocheted inside...
She makes sure to keep it all on her bedside table. The little trinkets made it look messier than she would like , but if it makes her smile every morning , its worth it.
Both are unaware that their tiny gift giving tradition meant something more. All the hints were a miss and it just makes the two sigh.
XIAO-`♡´-
The feeling felt unfamiliar and uncomfortable for him. Sure , maybe he has felt this before , but in this new era? It does feel different. It made him shiver everytime he stops in his tracks to think about you.
He sneaks glances , unintentionally inches just a bit closer , visits you more than he intends to and his head is going all over the place! Xiao convinces himself that the feeling would fleet in a week or sooner. (It never did)
Meanwhile , you keep making sure you dont embarrass yourself in front of him! You get increasingly awkward during conversations and sometimes even fidgety.
The way you two act is suspiciously uncharacteristic and everyone can tell. Some people who knows about it genuinely tweaks out because of the painful slow burn...
LUMINE-`♡´-
Everyone notices how happier she's been ever since meeting you. The sadness of not finding her brother hasn't disappeared, but being with you definitely made the adventures feel better.
She would insist on going to more adventures with you , making sure that every moment spent with you was special. Lumine's smile goes unnoticed whenever you talk/rant about the past or something that happened that day.
You would be clingier with her. Either holding onto her arm or laying on her lap when you get tired. The two of you knows there's a spark between you , but maybe right now is not the time to fully commit.
Both of you will always wait for each other , subconsciously.
JAHODA-`♡´-
You get so flirty with her that it makes her head blank. Jahoda couldn't think of any come backs at all! Her brain was frying as each seconds pass by that you keep staring at her with those eyes. THOSE EYES! She genuinely freaks out internally that she wishes the ground will sink beneath her everytime she stutters infront of you.
You claim that all those flirtatious remarks are platonic. Friends can playfully flirt with each other , right? Right...?
TARTAGLIA-`♡´-
On every other day , he would tease you a lot more. Common stuff boys do when they like someone , rage bait. And you fall for it everytime that you forget that you have a crush on this man!
On the serious days , Tartaglia's annoying teasing stops. His eyes are soft , his voice is low and calm. He just folds everytime you pout or when his jokes goes too far and ruins your mood.
In someone else's POV , they would definitely agree that you two are couples. But...the two insisted on being friends. Tartaglia doesn't want you involved with his relations with the Fatui. He wants you safe , as much as possible , as long as he is alive. You are loved.
HU TAO-`♡´-
Hu Tao gets more comfortable , SO comfortable that she shares her deepest darkest secrets with you! Most involves her job , the ones that definitely freaks you out. Every scary story she tells you , she ends it with a boo! She laughs when you get startled , but thats just an excuse to snuggle closer.
You on the other hand brush off all the physical touches. Hu Tao's eyes twitch whenever you dont get her hints!
But you also get pissed when Hu Tao doesn't get your hints too! Youre more on the lowkey side so you would sneak in a few flirtatious jokes but Hu Tao ends up making it as a dark humor type of joke!
Maaaybe be straightforward next time...
🪼I KIND OF WANT TO MAKE MORE OF THWSE LOL PLS RECO 🙏🫶
synops𝐢s → scara was many things to you—the cause of all your headaches, the stone in your shoe that could never seem to get out, the reason you go to sleep crying—but definitely, very obviously, you hated him. maybe 'hate' is strong, it's just some rivalry. and spiderman was the opposite of that. he was muscular, his suit tugging at his biceps and quadriceps you couldn't help notice. He was heroic, friendly—like you said, the opposite of scaramouche. But soon,the truth is revealed and you find out the secret identity of your superhero was actually your worst enemy?
cred𝐢ts → @enchanthings
wo𝐫d cou𝐧t→ 3k
warn𝐢ng→ enemies to lovers, spiderman scara geheusisj, this au uses venom spiderman, slowburn, angst, kisses, mentions of alcohol, college au, reader is broke, pov switching, reader had a crush on tartaglia, cussing, mentions of other genshin characters, mentions of weed and alcohol, mention of abuse
autho𝐫 𝐧ote → and suddenly..... my pants are gone! not like I needed them. the way I've been dreaming about this ugh punch me. this was kinda rushed cuz I wanted to get this out as soon as possible. part 2 will be better thrust, so dont mind the mistakes. autocorrect them in your head
YOUR POV
the sun rose steadily, leaking into the blinds of a posh, high-rise building. already awake, you get up in your silk robs, preparing your waffles and freshly brewed coffee.
gently, you tipped the kettle filled with hot water into the coffee grounds and watched as the coffee ground melted into liquid. the aroma that filled the air alone able to make you smile.
this would've been your life. No, that could've been your life. if you were a nepo baby like scaramocuhe. instead of waking up like the star of a hit TV show. you woke up more like this: your hair disheveled as the sun hit you face first and all you can do is groan.
morning, yay.
instead of pancakes and freshly brewed coffee, you had instant coffee which had been left out for only god knows how long and two slices of toast with butter spread over each slice.
you chowed down your not-so-impressive breakfast before rushing out of your shabby apartment building for school.
you rushed to your campus and looked up at the massive school in front of you. you had seen your college almost everyday. after all, it was your senior year here— your last and final year—but the building in front of you still seemed to make you feel breathless.
you strutted forward to enter, but before you could, you heard a car honk and quickly moved out of the way before you could get hit and literally fucking die. what gives? you thought.
you watched as scaramouche, with his perfect stupid purple hair, came out of the car, sorry, his "sweet baby-porsche." as he called it. of course it was him who almost runned over you, you sneered
fuck, you just wanted to throw a ball at the clean glass windows of the porsche. but that would be a waste when you could throw it at his head.
"hey, fuck face." scaramouche said as he walked up to you, hands in his pocket. "hey," you refrained from throwing any insults at him. "can you not drive or do you want me to file you for attempted murder?" you retorted. you wanted to sound as angry as you possibly can to maybe scare him, but all he did was chuckle.
"you dying would be the least of anyone's problem, you know?" you could've jumped on him and dug your sharp nails into his clear, porcelain doll skin. but you refrained from that too. you refrained from a lot of things. it was one of the things you admired about scara, he always spoke his mind.
like the time the teacher insulted you for your essay. he told the teacher that he should quit he can't see that your essay was a literal literary masterpiece. you wondered why he said that for you, he excused it saying your essay was actually trash but no one could insult you, unless it was him.
"I can believe I woke up today and still got to see your face. it hurts my ego." he jeered, looking at you to see your red face of anger and smiling at the sight. "anyways, I won't waste my precious time on you, see ya sweet cheeks."
it was a stupid nickname. in tenth grade, you had eaten a lot of food since you were rushing to get finish your group members part of the project since they happen to "forget" so you had to fill in their part—as you did for everyone else. scara so happened to be there and saw your full cheeks, pink, chubby and stuffed with sweet tatter-tots. earning the nicknames: sweet cheeks, squirrel and nut case.
you stomped off to class, face still red from his witty remarks. soon you met up with your best friend, lumine. she was the only reason why you hadn't been charged with murder with your face on the news with the headlines being: college girl kills enemy and famous model, scaramouche raiden. she always said the best things when you were angry at scaramouche. but today she was acting strange?
"hey, lumi!" you said in an happy tone before bringing her in for a hug. "hey, yn" she greeted you back with a smile which you reciprocated almost immediately. "are you ok? you seem a little heated."
it was true. when you entered you were mumbling some, concerning, things that would make your grandmother resurrect back from the dead from if she heard it.
"you wouldn't believe what scara did! the man is trying to kill me, i swear!" at the mention if scaramouche, lumines ears suddenly reddened and you raise a brow.
"hey... maybe he's not that bad of a—" you immediately cut her off. "not that bad of a guy? did he poison you?" you out a hand on her shoulder with a look of worry on your face. "did he.. hurt you?" you asked with a voice if weariness for your friend.
"no! but I spoke to him when he had that history project together and he wasnt... as insufferable as you say he is." was your friend drugged, drunk or just stupid? "that's because he doesn't hate your guts. listen lumine, if this is something you want to speak about we can talk about it, but after class."
lumine was your best friend. if it turned out she felt... something towards scaramouche then you wanted to support her. even though you wanted to lecture her on her bad taste in men and to stay away from him. you had to support her in this.
you entered class, as usual, looking down at your seat. your seats changed every week and you had the luck to be seated with tartaglia, your crush since eleventh grade.
when you had caught a fever during pe and he had generously carried you on his back to the nurses office. he even set there with you, throwing jokes at you as you say there transitioning between laughs and coughs. Ait made your heart flatter.
even though scara had, utterly, ruined your morning, maybe tartaglia could fix it. you sat down next to him which caught his attention. he smiled at you, warmly. so warm it could melt you like an ice cream during summer. "mornin', partner in crime." he greeted you, adding a sly wink. you wanted to make his greetings your morning alarms. no? too much?
get a grip, you screamed at yourself silently. "morning, ajax." you wanted to call him tartaglia as it was more... appropriate? but he asked you to call him ajax anyways. it was probably because you butchered his italian name when you pronounced it.
your italian was always faulty. while his was always perfect. the way he spoke it in glass felt like drowning yourself in rich, expensive, sweet wine. it felt romantic, like he was speaking some romantic shit when he said it. meanwhile he was just saying something like "does my toe look big?"
tartaglia was always his surname, so it made more sense to call him ajax. "did you do the project?" you asked, half expecting him to say no and make up an excuse that he forgot. "of course I did! I can't make you do everything. how would I call myself a man like that?" he joked. you laughed.
it wasn't a that funny, but you laughed anyways as he pulled out the report. it was a biology project on the study of sea animals and mammal's brains: do they work the same?. you two decided to chose a dolphins, as it was the smartest sea animal, and a cow. well you chose the dolphin, he chose the cow, which you found funny for no reason.
your presentation started smoothly, impressing your biology teacher, but not scara. towards the end, you were meant to conclude the same way you started—smart, smooth and intellectual—but for some reason you slipped. you accidentally made eye contact with scara, his eyes holding an unreadable emotion.
"in conclusion.....in...in conclusion..." you swallowed thickly. childe—ajax—nudged your shoulder gently, you looked up to see his worried expression. you gave him a reassuring smile in return.
in the end, childe concluded for you. you don't know why your mind suddenly went blank. it confused you the more you thought on it.
"you ok?" ajax had asked you still concerned. unlike scara's cat like glare, ajax had a more... puppy like expression. he reminded you of a golden retriever while scara had reminded you of a black cat.
"I'm fine childe—ajax. sorry, ajax." childe smiled at your fumble. but it wasn't an accident. you had called him childe so he could tell you it was ok to call him childe so it could seem like you two got closer. and it worked.
"it's ok. childe is fine." he had smiled at you again. he always smiled at you. and it always seemed to have some affect on you. but his smiled always seemed like a pity smile than an actual smile. and you didn't want childe to see you that way. you wanted him to see you as more.
"ok, childe." you said his name as if you were testing out the waters, but it seemed to roll of your tongue perfectly. he smiled again, this time his cheeks red. "hey yn," he called your name so sweet it sent shivers down your smile and volts coursed throughout your body. you felt electric.
you sat down at the librarian's desk, constantly flipping through pages of your favourite series—crime and punishment. it was peaceful, in an eerie way. the librarian had gone for a trip to New zealand to see her grand daughter.
you pulled your phone from your tote bag, scattering through your stuff before finding your phone. you powered it on and watched as the phone flashed into your eyes and there you saw the time, ten-fourty-seven (10:47)
it was due the library's closing time, so you stood up to leave, juggling the keys the librarian had left for you along with a sandwich she made herself and sticky note which reads, don't over work yourself while in time ;D. you giggled, it was cute. just as you found the right key to insert into the keyhole. CRASH.
the stack of bookshelves falling into eachother, books tipping over and landing in the floor. was this.... an earthquake? no, the building was collapsing. you quickly inserted the key inside, adrenaline rushing threw you, just as you heard the third click, the key broke. just great, you cursed internally.
you were gonna die. but not like this. you ran towards the back door, but bookshelves had tumbled over it. it was then that you say a hole small enough to fit a person. you were a person. you tried to find humour in your situation, but it didn't work.
you climbed over the bookshelves as multiple stones hit your body, scratch you as dust fell on your hair and shoulders. when you finally reached the top, you realised you weren't tall enough to reach it.
a wave of disappointment and fear washed over you. were you actually going to die? before you could ponder more on your enviable death you slipped and fell, hitting your head and lossing all of your conscience.
a hand held you firmly, and warmly too. you open your eyes to see you were inches away from land. you wanted to scream but then you realised you weren't getting crushed by the library roof?
you looked up to see your night and shining armour, only to see someone with a black mask, swinging from building to building with what seems like... black spider webs?
then realisation hit you. it was... spiderman? you only heard and saw him on news articles and tv but never in your life hand you once imagined he'd be here, carrying you bridal style across your campus. holding you so gently, so tenderly—
"ah, your awake." you friendly neighbourhood spider said and you felt a smile creep up underneath his mask.
"u–uh, um, yeah." you babbled a little too loud as if the wind would carry your words away. you were so high up you could see little people underneath yourself, and it was... magical? no, breath taking is a better way to describe it.
soon, spiderman dropped you in front of your university and swinged away, not without giving you a teasing wink which reminded you awfully a lot of someone else.
it seemed the black spider never left your head because you didn't pay attention to scaramouche mock you after class—you had done a test where you had gotten a 92 while he got a perfect 100. .his insults seemed to fly above your head as you thought of last night over and over again.
"earth to yn?" scaramouche snapped his fingers in front of your face and you were seemingly brought back to earth. scaramouche scoffed, a glint of mockery hidden in his eyes as he said, "is your head in the clouds or something?" he questioned coldy causing you to roll your eyes.
"you even forgot your speech half way during the assembly." it was true. as the student body president—and scara being the assistant—your expected to be perfect. but you looked and sure didn't feel perfect.
"shut up." you flip him off, which caused his eyes to widen, removing the nonchalant, mocky mask off and you something more pure in him. but he recovered with a smirk and soon it was back to the mask you were used to.
"didn't expect that, sweet cheeks." again with the nicknames. you were about to jump on him and rip his perfect silky, soft shirt off his scalp but then lumine walked towards you.
"lumi." you embraced her quickly. you had totally forgotten about yesterday. you barely had anytime since you were spending your lunch tutoring childe.
scara had gone elsewhere, which wasn't your concern. "omg yn are you—" you cut her off, hiding the bandages on your leg, but she already saw them and the one wrapped around your forehead wasnt easy to hide. "we have a lot of discussing to do."
SCARA'S POV
it was a normal monday night for scaramouche. he just finished talking to his mother who tried to make amends with his for all the times he had maltreated him.
failed efforts cause she only only ended up saying some pretty shitty and hurtful stuff. so now, scara was taking a walk around the campus. walking has always eased his mind temporarily. it felt like he was on the moon.
he decided to walk further outside the campus and walked pass a library a few minutes away from the school. about thirty minutes away and suddenly, scara felt that tingling sensation at the back of his skull, and all of his hairs rose.
right, temporarily.
he found a small space where no one would spot him and proceeded to removed his jacket and shirt and dug into his bag for his mask. yes, he wore his suit underneath his clothes. it made this hot, but he had no choice.
scara's mom knew a lot about him, but she didn't know this. she didn't know he was spiderman. the hero that everyone looked up to and praised. and apparently he acted a little different behind the mask.
he rushed to the library, climbing over it and spotting an opening. through there, he saw.. yn? he saw you, almost lifeless as a small pool of blood rushed out of your temple.
he moved quickly, grabbing your petite body, wrapping his arm so gently and steadily around your waist before shooting his black sticky web to the nearest building.
as he swung around he held you so tight so he couldn't lose you and let you fall down. then you opened your eyes, you curled eyebrows fluttering. "ah, your awake." he said, not sure what to even say now that you were awake.
"u–uh, um, yeah." you babbled loudly and scara help back a chuckled. like this, he could easily let you drop, but he didn't want to lose you. not like this.
he dropped you in front of the campus and swung away. not without giving you a wink. he didnt know what the wink meant. maybe childe was rubbing off in him.
scara jumped in through his window and threw his mask in the floor, kicked a metal chair—denting it—and groaned, not in pain, but in frustration.
you hated him. it was obvious when he stole your favourite barbie and chopped her blonde hair off, unevenly. it was obvious when he told your date for junior prom that your toes smelled and he bailed out in you. it was obvious today when you scowled at him like you wanted to wipe him out of this earth.
but the way you looked at him today, just now, was like you wanted him to hold you forever, in his arms. and he detested it.
scara sat down on the chair he just dented, sighing and man spreading as he slumped down in his seat. he ran a hand through his hair almost hopeless.
I mean he kind of was. he was in love with you, and he didn't know why. why when he was meant to hate you, he loved you. why the universe cursed him to want to protect you, and you alone.
it hurt. it hurt. it hurt....
"that girl... do you like her?" the deep monstrous voice spoke within scara. he jumped on impulse, immediately tucking at the black gooey monster glued to his suit, to his body.
but it failed, just like the other times. venom, as he liked to call it, controlled some of his thoughts, his movements. it took his so much will power to not eat yn. to not allow the symbiote from detaching himself from his body to eat yn's brains.
"it seems likely." it spoke again, making scara angrier by the second. the more it spoke the more scars to wanted to get it off him. fast.
he sat back down with an impact, sighed again, running a hand through his hair. just breathe. in and out... slowly... just like he told you..
"you know," jesus, fuck this. "you can just let me eat her if she doesn't want you. it would solve a lot of—" "can you just shut the fuck up?"
