synopsis: the weight of the stars is too much for mona to handle all by herself, luckily she has you to turn to when it all becomes too much.
characters: mona x gn! reader
wc: 580
warnings: angst, slight fluff, reverse hurt/comfort, slight/implied spoilers for mona’s part of the 2.8 golden apple archipelago quest, ending is open for interpretation
notes: i haven’t written for mona since my first post, and this event really inspired me to write for her again ! i’ve actually had this idea for about a month but finally just finished it
Teyvat was never known to be a world of the ordinary, Mona had known that well when she first decided to become an astrologist. Many people possessed visions that held so much power, while others were not so lucky as to be recognized by the Gods above.
Vision holder or not, the fates of the citizens of Teyvat remained unchanging. Some would die in peace, others would live lives of such cruelty it made their peers ponder how they could continue to live at all. Death, tragic events, moments of happiness…it all weighed the great Mona Megistus down the same.
And god she sometimes hated that title.
People would come to her again and again begging for their fates, wanting to know what the stars and Celestia held in store for them. For the great Mona Megistus to tell them all they needed to know.
But if they were to beg so badly to know of their future, why would they also spout cruel words and invalidate her credibility when they learned of something unfavorable? To call her a liar and a fake, even for someone so great, it was far too much for a mere human to handle.
The truth of people’s lives were held in the palms of Mona’s hands, but it was too heavy to carry alone. Years of knowing the happiest and darkest moments of so many people’s lives came crashing down on Mona’s shoulders and she couldn’t take it anymore.
So she broke.
Sometimes Mona felt like a star herself. Burning so brightly that people couldn’t resist wanting to seek answers from it. But stars burn out too, their flames extinguish and people want nothing more to do with them.
Similar to the stars above as Mona was, she was still different. Because while stars often burned out after the burden of shining for so long, Mona would always have a second chance to light her flame again in a way the stars couldn’t.
She found that flame in you, her lover. In times where she felt the other stars stealing her flame away, she searched for you among the brightest ones.
You were like her sun, the brightest star of them all. One who could relight her flame even in the coldest of nights, the only star she could ever truly rely on.
“It’s too much for me to handle, y/n. The fates of the world…I can’t bear to hold them much longer,” Mona had cried to you one night as she laid her head carefully in your lap, red cheeks and clammy hands tucked away from your view.
You smiled down at her gently as you brushed your hands through her hair. You knew of the way people had treated her and always tried your best to shield her from it, to keep a smile on her face as she professed her love for the stars to you.
“You don’t have to, Mona. It’s alright to cry sometimes, you know? I’ll be here when you need me…I’ll be here forever with you.”
Mona could never forget the way you held her that night. The words you had spoken to her that night stood out in her mind stronger than any fate or cruel speech of the people ever had.
Mona loved you so much, more than the stars could ever convey. She had only wished she could stay with you forever, just like you had promised.
hello hello can i req gender-neutral!reader + mona + black + missed calls if that's available?? ty ily 💗
— 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. mona x gn!reader
— 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. drabble ; 0.5k
— 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. modern au, lovers to exes au ; angst
— 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬). breakups, swearing
[ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 ]
I used to have so many missed calls
Now I just sit around and miss your calls
I had the chance when I was with ya
Now I’m hoping that you'll pick up, yeah
Compatibility. Timing. Current circumstances. Goals. Uncontrollable occurrences. Wanting different things. These factors are another set of obstacles on your path that challenge your perception of an ideal relationship.
Sometimes they can be overcome, and sometimes there is always the chance for it to crash and burn because of a single factor that could be the breaking point. Realistically, life isn’t a utopia. The world rarely aligns the fates of two people to be together forever.
Post-graduation, Mona has changed for the worst. Communication became less of a commitment for the both of you, eventually calling quits. It’s mentally and physically exhausting to maintain a relationship, especially if you’re the only one who is making the effort to keep it alive.
You finally gather the courage to contact her for the first time in months, although the probability of her picking up is zero to none. Unexpectedly she does, and the first thing you hear from the other side is a heavy scoff.
“Hi.” Greetings nowadays seem so foreign to you; weightless and shallow. You click your tongue, hoping she will say some kind words afterwards. “Just checking in to see how you are doing, as always. Like I said, if you need anything—”
“Since when is it an obligation to share my life story with my partner?” Mona spits, making you flinch. “Last time I checked, it’s not your responsibility to involve yourself in affairs other than your own.”
You shake your head. “No, of course not. Remember that we live in a culture where we are obligated to share everything with your partner, or else you aren’t honest with them. I understand that your choice to not share everything with me doesn’t mean you don’t trust me or love me enough, and that’s totally fine! That’s…” Tears threaten to stream down your face. “That’s why I called today.”
“What happened to spending time wisely, huh?” Mona sneers. “You’re not going to see me anymore after tonight so why waste your breath talking to me?”
“What?” you whisper in disbelief. After you two spend weeks compiling a list of ideas to consider for the holidays, those plans are ultimately crossed out in black marker. “You’re not planning on coming back at all?”
“I don’t see why I should,” she retorts. “What else do you possibly want from me? Hugs? Kisses? My life story?”
Your fists clench. “You know what I want? Someone whose hobby is to annoy the fuck out of me. Someone who can depend on me for anything. Someone who is willing to take a bullet for me any day. Someone who is exerting the same amount of effort as I do into this relationship because I can’t be the only one carrying the load all the damn time.”
Fatigue and stress flood your vision. “So no; I am not asking for hugs, kisses, or your fucking life story. I just want my girlfriend back.”
“Well, she’s not here anymore. Get lost.” Then she’s gone. Gone from the face of the earth. The end of an era.
Your head hurts. Your heart hurts. Everything hurts. No more calls can fix this mess. You spend the night crying your eyes out for the future that is now black, hours away and never coming back.
