Obsessive Vedrfolnir who sees the future and does everything to ensure you survive the cataclysm and become attached to him.
Obsessive Vedrfolnir first, he can isolate you by gradually cutting you off from all your family and friends, so that you become dependent on him .
Obsessive Vedrfolnir in times of cataclysm will grab you by the arm and drag you away, ensuring you have no connection to Khaenriah.
Obsessive Vedrfolnir who keeps you by his side while he's founding the Abyss order.
Obsessive Vedrfolnir If you try to escape he will bind you with his chains.
Obsessive Vedrfolnir Don't worry, he would never hurt his beautiful girl. At most, he'll tie you up so you can't escape. He's planning to make you the queen of his order<3
Sypnosis: Why must he go? The sun hasn't even risen to its glory yet...
A.N: Based on this ask. It was such a fun thing to write.
W.C: 1k
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What time was it?
Early.
Really early.
Awfully early.
That's what it was when you felt a light shift of the covers on your left side.
He was trying to be careful, you could tell; from the way he slowly withdrew his arms from around you, to the way he tried to sit up without jostling you.
Unfortunately for him, it was early.
And you hated early.
So you shifted with a muffled grumble, moving so that your arms wrapped around his midriff almost as tightly as you did to your pillows usually, perhaps a bit more given your grumpiness.
You heard a soft sight, not quiet exasperation or complaint, something that took a rather lovely shade of fondness that pierced through the clouds of your sleepy haze and tickled your heart even while half asleep.
The man didn't move, and neither did you. No, not even to look up to see what face he was making faced with your antics. You kept your face buried in his chest with the solemn conviction that if you didn’t look at him, then he wouldn't be able to take action against your morning sulking.
It did work for a moment. You swore, in the mist of your dream, that it worked for a moment.
Until you heard a chuckle. A devastatingly soft thing. A criminally sweet one too. The kind that had enough hold on your heart to stir it awake in a beat.
He still didn't talk yet, as if afraid the break the fragile serenity of the silence that filled your mornings together, something he cherished with all of his heart.
So instead of words, you felt his hands move, one brushing through the tangled mess of your hair, while the other traced a gentle pattern down your spine through your nightgown.
You still didn't move.
His heart gave a mildly concerning tug on its strings. He welcomed it with a second chuckle.
The hand against your back stilled for a moment, poking once, twice, before settling without moving.
You still didn't move, save for the small shift to mold yourself even more against him.
His heart gave another tug against its cage, a protest at the unfairness of your game.
"My precious?" He calls, tucking a stray strand behind your ear to reveal your face -or at least, part of it. There wasn't much to see besides your cheeks with how you pressed it against him.
You still didn't move. He chuckle once more.
"It would take a bit more than this to convince me you are still asleep, my dear." He spoke, hands still all over you with their feather-light touches. "Not with such a strong grip. Had Dain been secretly training you for this?" He asks, voice low in a way only you would ever know, cradling an intimacy reserved for mornings only you would ever get to see.
You shook your head faintly.
But still didn't move.
"I have to be-"
"No... you don't." You muttered, voice muffled against his shirt. A laughter rumbled against you deep withing his chest.
"Who told you that?"
"Dain. He didn't train me, but he did tell me there would be no council today..." you replied, still holding onto him.
The explanation made him smile faintly. "The king requests my presence at all times, council or not."
"The king is a grown man. I assure you, he will survive a morning without you." You replied, arms tightening slightly around him.
He looked down at you, smiling even more at the blind stubbornness of your half awake mind.
"Hm... are you sure? He had been growing restless these later days."
"So have I been." You replied, finally lifting your head to meet his gaze. "So why does he get to get you every morning by his side, but not me for once?"
Vedefolnir had always taken pride in his composure, be it rain or sunshine. And yet, that very same quality of his would always just gather its luggage with dignity of an emperor and jump out of the balcony whenever you were in his field of view. What a dangerous thing you were, to his sanity. Because with the faint blurriness at the edge of your eyes, the rosiness of your cheeks from the warmth of his arms, the almost-there pout of your lips as you spoke, the messiness of your hair that looked more like a cloud seated on your head than anything else; he doubted there was much he could do.
Not when you were his sweetheart. His beloved. His lover.
You knew of his responsibilities, and so, on most days, you were one of the most understanding and forgiving souls he could have ever dreamed of. But on the rare chances where you'd hold onto him like the sun wouldn't rise unless you did, more often than not, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to deny you.
So he did what any man, powerless and enchanted as he was, would do: He shifted so that his chin rested on your chest, his hands coming to cup your face as you looked down at him, then remnants of sleep still woven through your features.
"If the king gets my head for this, blame no one but yourself for it." He mutters, voice dripping with fondness thick as honey. It spilled with his voice, filling your chest until it overflowed. Until you felt like you could drown in it. And if you did, you would have died as the happiest soul that had ever walked upon these lands.
"Is this a warning, or a Prophecy?" You asked, finally shedding the grumpy pretense into a sleepy smile.
"A joke." He replied, his thumbs brushing along your cheekbones. "I might not be able to fully promise an entire morning. But I won't go just yet." He whispered, his lips landing a small peck against your collarbone.
You closed your eyes, hands moving to tangled in his blond locks with a content, victorious smile. "Stay then. At least until the sky turns to the color of your eyes."
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A.N: Thanks for reading this far! Dainslef version will be here as well. My inbox, as usual, is wide open, so feel welcome to stop by!
Vedrfolnir must play a long game if he wishes to keep those he loves.
Or
A small snapshot before your marriage and claiming by the abyss.
Cw: mentions of illness but never specified.
Not proof reader forgive ooc. See end for notes.
“May I have this dance?“ Vedrfolnir's voice was quiet as he bowed slightly with his hand out. You were in good enough enough condition to dance this evening as the ball had not been to draining on your physical stamania. With a nod, you took his hand and allowed him to lead you in the waltz that was just beginning. No one would pay much mind to the two of you, the court knew that you two were seeing one another. King Irmin had approved of his only child's relationship.
As the waltz continued, Vedrfolnir took a moment to gaze into your future. It was just a second, but it could tell him everything he needed to know.
This illness that was taking you was one that was unnatural to this world's order. King Irmin was beginning to get desperate to save his only child, and Vedrfolnir did not have answers that would please the man. Your fate was changed, but he would still lose you. Not permanantly, not anymore. If he did not allow the abyss to claim you, then Vedrfolnir would lose Danslief permanantly. What a foul choice Vedrfolnir was forced to make, lose you or lose his brother.
But if he played this right, then he could keep you and Dain. He knew he could keep you even after the abyss took you. Despite the grim visions of animals being finely shredded by one another and that suffocating darkness, he would keep you. That hope was enough for him, for now, at least.
You seemed happy as the waltz drew to an end. Despite struggling to stand, your joy was uncontained. The music shifted and signaled another dance was to begin. Vedrfolnir took you back to the table where you had been sitting before. The table was decorated far more carefully then the others as it was made to accomadate your needs and the other royals who would sit there. It was just you and the king now, but the king did not care that the table was empty. As you sat in the plush wheelchair, Vedrfolnir took the seat beside you to your right.
“Thank you.“ You spoke shifting in the seat. It seemed that the waltz would likely be the only dancing you would do for the night as an ache was beginning to grow in your back. “Father seemed pleased that you asked me to dance. It's been a long time since I've seen him smile like that.“
“You say that as if you did not enjoy dancing with me.“ His voice held a slight teasing tone to it. There was an indignant huff from you.
“I did enjoy it! Its been awhile since I've been able to dance a long dance like that. But, something seemed to be bothering you. Are you alright?“ You asked worridly.
He will not tell you of what little he knows about your fate.
“It is of little importance right now, don't worry. How are you faring after the dance?“ He asked as he watched you uncomfortably again.
“Alright. I just ache right now.“ The music stopped as the announcement that dinner was about to be served echoed across the room. “I would invite you to stay, but I think your brother and his friend need help.“ You motioned to were Dainslief and Rerir were trying to politely flee from the flock of ladies who seemed to not understand what no meant. It seemed they were persistent this time around despite dinner about to be served.
“I see. I shall return to my table and rescue those two.“ The unspoken truth between you two remained in the air as he left. The truth of why you asked him to leave was because most nobles and the court did not approve of the unwedded royal couple sitting together at an event like this. How that made any sense he would never understand, but it was best to avoid scandals where he could.
After bailing both of the younger men out of their situation, they made their way towards a table reserved for them. Well, reserved for Dainslief and Vedrfolnir, where Rerir was actually supposed to sit neither of them knew. What was the other man doing here anyway?
He watched you discreetly as the two chattered beside him. Your father did seem to be in a good mood today. The madness that was beginning to take him wasn't present at this moment. He listened to the king's speech about something he did not care about in the moment. You went about the routine of a shorter speech about the same thing before dinner was finally commenced and everyone was allowed to eat.
After a filling dinner, the night began with more dancing and the gathering of nobles to gossip. Though he mingled with some, eventually he ended up by your side again.
“If I pretend to be tired will you get me out of here? I think the collar of this shirt I was shoved in is about to strangle me.“
“I would do it even without the lie.“
“Then let us leave.“ You said, turning and motioning for one of the servants to come to you. You informed them to tell your father that you were beginning to feel unwell and that you were going to retire for the night. The two of you discreetly left the party without fuss and found peace and quiet on one of the balconies near your room.
“I don't understand why he thinks throwing these lavish parties will make things better. If it weren't for you they'd be boring.“ You complained to Vedrfolnir. You sighed beside him. “Thank you for the dance. “
“You're welcome. I know you have complained about feeling left out at times during the parties, so I thought you would enjoy a dance.“ There was a gentle breeze despite being so far underground. “Have you told him your feelings on the matter?“
“No, he won't listen anyway. I'm surprised he listens to you at this point. I suppose that I will not wither away and die if I'm forced to attend more of these parties. As long as I have you to keep me company nothing is bound to be too boring.“
“I'm glad that you think so highly of me.“ There was a smile on his face now. “I believe that you should be heading to your rooms now, we do not wish for the king to worry, yes?“ You knew that as his hint that the staff were going to notice that you were not in your rooms and that you needed to go before they found out. You did not want a repeat if the last time you were caught out. Your overbearing and worried father were enough to deal with in a normal day.
“I wish we did not have to worry about the time, but I shall do as you say, oh wise prophet.“ There was a teasing edge to your voice. “See you after duty tomorrow?“
“Of course.“ With his response you headed off to your room for the night, wondering what the next day shall bring.
He knew what the day would bring, of course. It was the same as any other day with its trivial duties and projects. The end of the week was quickly approaching and he had something special planned. A plan that has the king's approval and would secure his place by your side.
The ring he was to propose to you with was a simple band. While it was nothing as expensive or elabrate as most of the royals' engangement rings tended to be, he knew you would love it anyway. A simple band to signify your union and dedication toward one another.
“The gardeners have been through here recently.“ You stated as you touched the flowers on the bush. The cane in your hand kept you steady as you leaned down. “These flowers are cleaner then usual.“ Vedrfolnir leaned down next to you.
“They are beautiful, much like you.“ He complimented.
“I would say the same about you. Where was the place you wanted to go?“
He led you down a pathway into a more secluded area. You sat side by side on one of the benches by a grove that was in full bloom. He reached for the small ring he kept in the side pocket of the robes he was wearing. He hadn't changed out of the formal wear that he wore for work.
“I wanted to ask you something.“ You looked back at him after studying one of the plants next to you. “Do you mind giving me your hand?“ You nodded and gave him your hand. He set the small band in your hand and closed it.
“I know we had discussed it many times before, but I want to make things offical. Would you marry me?“ You opened you hand and took the engraved ring to study it.
“You would still want to marry me despite everything?“ You tried not to let your voice waver as the tears formed in your eyes. It was a beautiful band and you knew it must have costed quite a lot to have it made. You knew that he was not as well off as you, even with the money he got from being one of the king's advisors.
“Should you want it, I will gladly still marry you.“ There was a moment where he studied your face before he was engulfed in a hug. He felt the tears on his shoulder as he hugged you back. “You are more than your illness, and I would quite like to keep you for as long as I can.“
“You don't have to butter me up.“ You joked despite the waver of tears in your voice. “I'll say yes even without the compliments.“
You both lingered in the hug for some time before finally parting. You studied the ring again before putting it on.
“I'll have to have a matching one made.“ You said looking up to his smiling face. “Thank you.“
“Your welcome, but there is no rush. Though, I suppose with how traditional the high court is there is a small one.“ There was a small amount of annoyance in his voice and you knew it came from the thought of dealing with the high court of nobles. You groaned as you shoved your face in your hands at the thought of them.
“Don't remind me, those stuffy old coots act like there isn't another way to do things.“ You laughed softly at your next thought. “Oh they'll be in an uproar that the heir shall be marrying a commoner.“
“Its a shame that they'll have to deal with it.“ He chuckled. “I've already gotten the king's blessing.“
“I bet my father was all too pleased when you asked him.“
“Quite. I am one of his favorite advisors, afterall.“ Though, he could very easily fall out of favor with a simple misstep. You both chatted aimlessly about the day before heading back to the castle. If you did not get back before dinner, your father would worry. Though you both parted seperate ways, it would not be long before you wouldn't need to part for night.
The announcement of your engagement was met with both anger and delight. Anger from the nobles who couldn't weasel their way into the king's line by marrying you, and delight from the commoners. Your father was utterly delighted that his child would be marrying someone who they found joy with. He trusted Vedrfolnir completely and knew you would be happy for however long you had with them. A wedding date and celebrations were planned and you were to wed in the fall.
But, the abyss calls for its master to return. You would not see your own wedding in your home nation. You would eventually have it, but not now. Vedrfolnir knew this, he had seen it plenty of times. It hurt no less when you were forcibly parted from one another.
He would handle it. He had to lose you temporarily to keep everyone else. He would handle the king's madness and find you again. Vedrfolnir knew with utmost certainty that he would get to have you back. He would always love you, even if the abyss corrupted your very being.
For now, he had a game to stratagize. Even in this damp cell and with his sight stolen, he would play. He had to if he wanted you back by his side.
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Notes:
Its been awhile since I've last posted. I've worked on alot but never really finished anything. It may be a long while before I post again but I wanted to get this one out there even if I'm not entirely satisfied with the ending.
modern au!vedrfolnir who's soooo jealous of his charming younger brother dainsleif whos pretty girl best friend (you) he wants so bad. his kind impression dazzles that mindless slut; the big round doe eyes that follow his brother like the product of some sick love spell only serves to deepen vedrfolnir's resentment. how come his spells never work like that? (don't tell him he has to leave his room to meet her... she should come to him!)
modern au!vedrfolnir hunched over his spread of tarot cards, crystals, and bleeding candles, desperately begging for any higher being to help him attract you, or to affirm that you will love him in the future.. his rose quartz pendulum shakes in his trembling hands, he pushes his head into his pillow to suppress an agonising scream (his brother is in the other room so he can't embarrass himself like that) he needs you, he needs you, he needs you! why won't you look at him the way you look at dainsleif? (you and dainsleif are just friends... paranoid ass!!)
modern au!vedrfolnir after months of pining finally gets to meet you when dainsleif invites both of you over to grab a meal together at the new restaurant that opened just down the street. vedrfolnir can barely contain his excitement!! you!! you're going to be there!! he's practically running up the walls of his room - face ruddy and hyperventilating.. he buries his face into his bed and moans - you you you! gorgeous beautiful you! and dainsleif i guess... whatever. it's better than nothing, he just has to be patient!
Summary: Deep in the Chasm, a curious mouse stumbled upon a relic unlike any other. She carefully took it with her, not knowing who lurked within it. So home she went with the relic in hand as a snake followed close behind. While the mouse was resting after the long trip, the snake pounced and ensnared the poor mouse, telling her, 'Help set me free, and I'll tell you your future.'
The curious mouse agreed, captivated by the snake's voice as it led her further and further into its lair. Only there, by the time they reached it, the snake didn't wish to eat the naive mouse no more, for thoughts of courting it plagued his mind.
Oh, whatever shall this tormented snake do with the lovely mouse in its grasp?
Long, long ago, the Chasm used to look much different; it held an ancient city made of jade ruled by a benevolent god of harvest. But now, not even a structure from the grand city could be found on the surface. Rumours told of odd structures far beneath the surface, in the deepest and darkest corners of the Chasms' bowels. Up until a few years ago, even the surface was closed off. Now that some time had passed and the many dangers had been, for the most part, cleared out, certain adventurers and researchers could now go back into its treacherous claws. This is where a group of like-minded individuals found themselves.
The air was thin and corrosive, full of dust and toxic fumes that threatened to block the airways. What little light they had was carried by their torches and lumenstone ores and, of course, by the bioluminescent plants and rocks that grew naturally there. The ruins that towered high above them loomed ominously, threatening to collapse onto them. The group – formed by the adventurers' guild – consisted of skilled adventurers, warriors and researchers, all with the task of uncovering hidden secrets that lay dormant within the barren ground.
Just like the others in her group, (Y/N) found herself in the same situation, bent over a pile of rubble with a trowel and brushes in her hands as a sifter and cleaning rag lay next to her. There were a few finds within the group, mostly broken weapon parts and tattered items belonging to the many hillichurl camps that once seemed to reside near the area. The biggest find was an old water jug excavated a few days prior in another area. Hours turned into days within the dark and desolate caverns. So, just like the others, she continued to dig, brush and chat alongside the group to keep up the morale. Digging deeper, (Y/N) noticed a small, faint glimmer as some dirt shifted from her digging. Getting excited, she carefully began brushing off the dirt and picking at the ground to show more of the artefact. Excruciatingly patient moments later, the relic was unearthed – a beautiful golden necklace depicting a serpent with blue gemstone eyes. Even with the years' worth of dirt and grime, the necklace still looked in good condition; a good bath and treatment would freshen it up in no time.
Hearing her team call for everyone to pack up for the day, (Y/N) quickly wrapped the relic in cloth and placed it in a box with other things she had found. Once everyone rejoined, they made the journey back to one of the base camps. The trek was harder uphill than the initial descent; crumbling pathways and barely-upkept bridges provided little to no stability. One of the scouts came back a few hours into the walk with bad news – the main pathway was blocked by some abyss mages. While the adventurers were skilled at fighting, they weren't on the level to beat multiple abyss mages. (Y/N) listened intently as the adventurers began plotting and pointing at the map.
"Route B is longer but has less chance of running into any enemies, while route C is shorter but has a harder climb than these."
‘Route C will be destroyed by a nearby lawachurl. Take route B.' A saccharine masculine voice echoed in (Y/N)'s head.
"Route B?" (Y/N) whispered as she looked around for who said that.
"Oh, why B?" one of the adventurers asked.
"Oh, um," seeing no one interrupt her, she continued, "none of us are that athletic, so we would take longer and get injured, possibly?"
(Y/N) trailed off as everyone looked at her.
"Sounds reasonable. Is everyone alright with the longer route?" Seeing everyone nod and agree, the adventurers led them to the chosen route.
'Thank you, whatever or whoever you were.'
Throughout the ascent, (Y/N) felt a buzzing in her head, no louder than a distant bee, like something beginning to take root in her head. By the time the group made it to the camp, the humming in her head had begun to cause her a headache. Slumping down onto the ground, she fell against her bag as the exhaustion started throbbing in her muscles. She was right; judging from how exhausted she was and how worn everyone else looked, none of them were that athletic.
"Just a few more days and then I can take a nice soak in the tub," (Y/N) muttered as she lazily opened her bag to search for food and water.
'You should investigate why we can hear each other.' The same voice echoed in her head.
"Right, I should listen to the nice voice in my head and seek a healer or a psychologist." Continuing to mutter to herself, she began to eat her food, just a pack of rations given by the Adventurers Guild.
'Maybe we can help each other.'
"Rest first, psychotic break analysis later."
One would think that hearing a mysterious voice would warrant a bigger reaction, but (Y/N) had studied carefully about the dangers the Chasm could bring: abyssal tainting; death in various ways; treasure hoarders; and, of course, hallucinations.
Several days later, the group had finally resurfaced and was ready to journey back to Liyue Harbour. By now, (Y/N) could not tell if the buzzing in her brain was from the deadly everything in the Chasm, from the exhaustion or from the overstimulation of being trapped in the same few dirty clothes for days on end. The voice occasionally returned to talk to her, not often but just enough to remind her that she should find out what is causing her to hear such things. Oddly enough, the voice only appeared to warn her of dangers around the corner.
Several more days later, everyone had finally made it to the harbour and split their own ways, with (Y/N) making a mad dash to the Wanmin restaurant and slamming down a pouch of money and telling Xianling to deliver something comforting and flavourful to her in a few hours. Once home, (Y/N) left a flurry of clothes, bags and equipment being thrown across the house in a trail leading to the bathroom.
"Now this is what I'm talking about; I have good food on the way, and I'm finally washing away the weeks' worth of filth off of me, and then I'll rest and rest and rest some more." Lounging in the hot, bubbly water, (Y/N) talked to herself as she lathered on a heap of shampoo in her hair. "Hey mysterious voice, you should have a rest day like this, in whatever afterlife you are in… If you're even dead, that is."
Pausing, she waited for the answer, but none came. Thinking that maybe she was finally beginning to lose the hallucinations, she shrugged and continued washing and humming to herself. By the time she was done, she had just enough time to get dressed in the comfiest pyjamas and fluffiest slippers and wrap her hair in a towel before Xianling came knocking at her door with her food. Slinking into the living room, (Y/N) plopped the food down onto the table and went to look through her records to set the atmosphere. Deciding on a track called 'Rhythm from the Conch', (Y/N) sat down and began happily tearing into the food. To her pleasant surprise, Xianling had made some of her favourites—dragon beard noodles with some honey char siu. Running to grab a drink from the fridge, (Y/N) returned and happily dug into the food.
Sighing happily, (Y/N) fell back onto the couch. The food was gone, the record player had played multiple songs by now, and the sun had started to shine honey-coloured cooling rays through the lace curtains in the living room. While lounging around, enjoying the comfort of being able to put her feet up and relax on what seemed like the softest couch ever, her head lolled to the side, and she noticed her adventurer pack and quickly remembered the treasures she had found. Clearing off her table, the researcher grabbed the needed tools to clean and preserve the found relics.
A slow few hours later, she was ready to tackle her best find, having warmed up on the less tricky pieces. Noticing the headache had returned, she stood up to stretch and open the window. The buzzing feeling in her head returned when she messed with the artefacts, further proving her suspicion of the two being linked. It was possible that some of the toxic fumes had seeped into the relics or the dirt residue covering them.
"Well, aren't you a beauty? Whoever lost you must have been devastated; I know I would've been." Running her fingers over the golden scales of the snake, (Y/N) spoke as she watched the light refract over the clearer parts of the surface. The necklace was shaped in the form of a long, thin snake; it was fairly light and flexible, likely meant to be shaped to fit the wearer's neck.
'I would be if I knew what you had found, archaeologist.'
"Oh great, I'm definitely breathing in poison. Glad to have you back, mysterious voice. Where were you?" Wetting a cloth, (Y/N) started to clean the surface thoroughly.
'My best guess is that whatever you're holding was away from you, so we couldn't hear each other. Now what is it you're holding?'
"Oh, it's a serpent-shaped necklace, made of gold and has a blue gemstone, agate maybe, can't tell." Looking closer at the gem, she spoke.
'Ah, that piece, I remember it. You are right; I was quite sad when I lost it, and it's labradorite, not an agate.'
"Sooo, what are you? Vengeful spirit or hallucination, because in both cases I don't want to end up in Lady Hu's services just yet."
'I am a spirit of sorts. Possibly even vengeful to some. But I think we could work something out to mutually benefit us both.'
"Alright, calling Chongyun or Shenhe it is, maybe even Dr Baizhu!"
'Now, now, didn't I help get you home safely? The least you could do is hear me out.' The voice tutted in disappointment.
"Fine, but I won't hesitate to slap a banishing talisman on you if you try anything funny."
'Fantastic, all you have to do is help release me.'
If the spirit had a body, (Y/N) imagined it draping its arms around her and pressing up against her back. "Right, and start the end times possibly? How do I know you aren't an evil spirit waiting to take over the mortal realm?" (Y/N) rolled her eyes as she continued to carefully restore the necklace, despite what the spirit possessing it was saying.
'How very astute of you, but I do see this happening in the future; it is only a matter of which road you take to get there.'
"Alright, so I'm guessing you can see into the future then? Tell me this: how about you prove that you aren't going to kill anyone if I set you free, and then maybe we can discuss this so-called future where I let you roam the planet."
'Making a deal with the likes of me? How curious. You sure are brave; not many can say they have been in your place and lived.'
"You aren't helping your case there, buddy. Hey, you don't feel through the necklace, right?"
'Sadly, I'm limited to just hearing your voice through it. Why do you ask?'
"Oh, no reason, I just didn't want to pour chemicals over it and hear you scream in agony in my head." Placing the necklace into a glass container full of liquid, she let the chemical process happen while she began cleaning up the table. "How close do I have to be to hear you, by the way?"
'I would say up to an arm's length? The further you go, the less connection we have.'
"Oh, so if I get tired of you, I can just leave you somewhere and be free."
'How hurtful, and they called me cruel.'
"Speaking of hurtful, when will the headache leave?" Lying down on the couch, (Y/N) stared at the container.
'Headache? Oh, that is probably caused by the residual abyssal energy lingering on it.'
"I'm sorry, the what?" (Y/N) sprang up, shouting at the necklace. Running away from the couch, she began frantically trying to remember what to do when dealing with abyssal contamination.
"You couldn't have warned me? ‘Oh, I might be a little evil', clearly!" She shouted – none of which was heard by her mysterious spirit. Running back to the table, she slammed her hands on it and shouted at the necklace as if it were going to come alive and help her. "Hey, you asshole with the nice voice, tell me you have a way to fix this, or so help me, I will chuck you so far into the ocean Osial will probably choke on you!"
'So vulgar. Is this how you treat all of your friends? Agree to help me, and I will tell you how to fix your little problem,' he continued, ignoring the archaeologist's colourful insults and comebacks.
"I don't know what you want from me, but sure. Better yet, let's hurry this up so I can smack you to the moon for putting me in this situation!"
'Need I remind you that you picked up the necklace and took it home?' the voice taunted; a smirk was practically audible in his tone. The moon wasn't far enough in her opinion. 'This is an old method, so listen closely.'
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"So you're sure this charm will work?" She asked, twisting her wrist to look at the bracelet she had crafted. Even though both of their alchemical knowledge was limited, with the right instructions, they were able to weave together a sigil into a bracelet to ward off the abyssal side effects.
'I would believe so. So long as you keep it on you, you should be fine,' the voice reassured. 'Now that you have calmed down, I think we should try to reintroduce ourselves. You may call me Vedrfolnir. Now it's your turn, little researcher.'
"Vedrfolnir, huh?" (Y/N) thought, trying to figure out what nation the name could belong to. "Alright, you may call me (Y/N), and I'm not a little researcher; I'll have you know I have published a paper or two in my life."
'My mistake then. Now, with that out of the way, would you mind listening to my proposal?' Vedrfolnir asked.
"Not like I have much of a choice, so go ahead." Agreeing to his proposition, she let him continue while starting to tidy up the mess their 'little crafting session' had made.
'You see, I'm in quite a bind, to say the least. A long time ago, I was horribly sealed in a chunk of crystal by an evil group just because they didn't like what I saw in their futures. I was so alone in that crystal for so long until you just so happened to stumble upon something that belonged to me. If I don't call that fate, then I don't know what else to call it. So, how about we strike a deal? I give you prophecies of your future, and you help me escape my punishment.' His tone was overly fake, cheerful yet sombre as he spun his tale
Pausing from her chores, she thought about it. It didn't take a genius to hear the absolute lie in his speech. "I mean, you saw me back there; I'm not that good at alchemy or anything magical."
'But you can do something I can't, talk to people and observe.'
"So, I would need to find an alchemist for you?"
'Or learn from them, but yes. See? Simple, not that difficult.'
"And these prophecies you say you can give to me – how do I know they're real?"
'I led you out of the Chasm, didn't I?'
"True…" Finishing the last of the cleaning, she walked to her room and fell onto her bed. "Say, how can you see into the future?"
'A curious little one, aren't you? Very well, alas, it's not a fantasy story from a children's book where I was blessed with it as a gift from the gods. I was simply born with it. Ever since I was young, I have always been riddled with these visions of the future. At first, just mere moments later. Then, over time, I trained it to see further and further into the future.'
(Y/N) picked up on the way he said the word 'Gods' as if the word were a poison he was forced to drink. "You say it's not like a fairy tale, yet there you go saying, 'Oh, I was simply born with it.' What's next? You'll say woodland animals came scurrying to you when you called?"
Vedrfolnir laughed in her mind, the volume of it surprising her as she stared at the window on her side. He had a nice laugh, just as airy and elegant as his voice. If (Y/N) had to guess, she would say he was most likely a noble or at least someone who lived in a prestigious society, if his tone of voice and manner of speaking were anything to go by.
'Ahh, forgive me, I haven't heard such a funny thing in a while. Alas, I was never able to test that out, as the land I am from didn't have many animals that called it home.'
'Maybe he's from the desert then?' (Y/N) thought as her mind drifted to images of how Vedrfolnir and his home could have looked.
"Tell me about it another time, will you? Your home, that is." Failing to stifle a yawn, (Y/N) burrowed under the warm and thick duvet. By now, the moon was high in the sky, having risen hours earlier. The world outside was quiet, with not a soul in sight. The vendors had long since packed their wares; even the millelith had quieted down, choosing to remain at their posts.
"Goodnight, Vedrfolnir."
Vedrfolir stayed quiet for a moment, as he had not expected someone to wish him goodnight. 'Good night, little researcher. May your dreams be blessed with good fortune.'
guys i promise i did not lie about the existence of that ved fic i'm just really struggling with the set up for the climax atm so enjoy a really small sneak peek from the middle of chapter one 🩷
The itch to write for some nonplayable chars (yes. I'm talking about capitano, dainslef, tomo, the nameless bard, vedrfolnir, rerir, practically all the sinners and more, flame reaver, pre-ae sunday...) but lacking the ideas...
Someone help with the wildest prompts, please. I'm dying over here.
Hi, hello, thought since I'm trying to post continuously that I should make a masterlist of all my works.
Genshin Impact
Dottore works
Long works:
Time is ever so fickle
What happens when fate has other plans and wills the leylines to do their bidding? What happens when an adventurous researcher who dabbles with everything the Akademiya disapproves of meets the fabled heretic? Will she choose to find a way to return to her time, or will she instead choose to stay with her newfound friend?
Chapters : 1 2 3
Vedrfolnir works
A snake and a mouse
Deep in the Chasm, a curious mouse stumbled upon a relic unlike any other. She carefully took it with her, not knowing who lurked within it. So home she went with the relic in hand as a snake followed close behind. While the mouse was resting after the long trip, the snake pounced and ensnared the poor mouse, telling her, 'Help set me free, and I'll tell you your future.' The curious mouse agreed, captivated by the snake's voice as it led her further and further into its lair. Only there, by the time they reached it, the snake didn't wish to eat the naive mouse no more, for thoughts of courting it plagued his mind. Oh, whatever shall this tormented snake do with the lovely mouse in its grasp?
