Tooth

Genshin rarepair writer! Requests open <3

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★𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍★

↳𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓— here

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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆:

—Do not rush me please.

—Rarepairs are the main focus of this project, but you can suggest more mainstream ships.

—I will not do any illegal ships. This includes ship that are: incestuous, pedophilic, or have an extremely large age gap.

—I have the right to refuse any request if it’s not in my comfort zone.

—I do not do anything dark. This includes: rape/noncon, sexual harassment, sexual assault, pedophilia, incest, and other related matters.

—Be specific with your requests unless you want me to take creative liberties with a certain ship!

—I will write nsfw but BOTH characters must be over 18.

—Romantic pairings only!

—Have fun and suggest ships you’d like to see stories of!

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑:

#🦷—Fanfic

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𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐢 + 𝐁𝐚𝐚𝐥 | 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟐𝟎𝟐

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Kokomi was hopelessly in love with the Raiden Shogun herself. It was a bad idea, she was fully aware, but her love had transcended all of the doubts she had. The keyword was had, of course. Kokomi had been in love with the Raiden Shogun, and she had been devoted to her just as everyone else in Inazuma had. Things had...changed over the years though. Things had changed so exponentially that Kokomi forced herself to stop loving the Shogun, but things hadn’t always been this way. Things hadn’t always been so tense in Inazuma, and at one point she had even called the Shogun her lover. There was even some point that she had called her Baal.

In the past things weren’t so hard. Kokomi still lived on Watatsumi island, although the resistance hadn’t been formed. There wasn’t any need to have a resistance, as Baal’s vision decree hadn’t been implemented yet. Although tensions were starting to rise, Baal herself visited the island every so often. Even if her people were wary, Kokomi had always been polite and hospitable towards the Shogun. She handled her presence with grace, allowing her to stay at the Sangonomiya Shrine for however long she wished.

Baal had been cautious at first, but she wasn’t aggressive by any means. She was radiant though. Baal handled herself with grace; every movement was planned, and every step was taken with the utmost caution. Despite her terrifying exterior, she was a rather cool and level headed woman. And as Kokomi got to know her, she found herself growing closer to the Shogun. At some point she had taken her on a stroll through the shrine’s garden.

It was a warm day, a light sprinkle dusting the grounds of Watatsumi island. Baal had been peering outside at the soft rain, hovering near the window like a child who had seen their first snow. And Kokomi had come to check on her, noticing her looking out the window with a sort of fond smile on her face. For as much as Baal seemed to be scary at first, she had this soft, sort of wondrous side of her. It was almost as if she didn’t have the chance to do trivial things such as take strolls through the garden.

Kokomi walked delicately, trying not to spook the Shogun as she approached. When Baal’s head turned, eyes wide with wonder, Kokomi fought back a blush. She found herself thinking that she was almost...cute. But she didn’t have time to ponder those feelings before Baal spoke.

“Is there something you need?” The Shogun asked softly, although there was a tone of iciness to her voice. Kokomi knew she didn’t mean it though, she was merely a person who didn’t know how to express herself.

“Nothing in particular,” Kokomi said lightly, moving gracefully to stand beside Baal at the window. Their hands brushed in the way that they had been doing for a while now, and Kokomi fought back the urge to take ahold of her hand and kiss the smooth skin on the back of it. “Did you wish to go outside, Shogun?”

Baal gave her a sharp look, moving her hand away slightly so they were no longer brushing. “Baal.” She corrected, moving past the window and towards the door. Kokomi took it as a sign to follow her, although she was a little shocked to have been corrected in such a firm manner. Were they really close enough to call each other by first names? Kokomi wasn’t entirely sure, but if she wished it…

“Yes...Baal,” The word felt foreign on her tongue. “Shall we go outside then?” She gestured towards the door, opening it for the Shogun when she received a curt nod. “It’s lovely out today, even the rain is warm.” She hummed, waiting for Baal to go outside before she followed her, shutting the door behind them gently.

Baal seemed to relish the feeling of the rain hitting her skin, jumping at first, but then relaxing and even gaining the smallest of smiles on her face. Had she just never experienced rain before? Or had she simply not had time to ever enjoy it like this before?

Either way, Kokomi moved slowly, waiting for Baal to catch up with her before she actually started walking. The garden was beautiful this time of year, all sorts of flowers springing up in the garden, and Baal seemed to be enraptured by the beauty of it all. She hadn’t been on Watatsumi island during spring until now, so Kokomi could understand her wonder. The first time she had seen the flowers had been when she was a little girl, and the beauty of the flowers was unmatched by any. She felt almost as if Baal’s beauty compared to the flowers, and that was a high compliment from her. Not just anyone received such high praise from Kokomi.

In the corner of the garden was a dark purple flower. It reminded Kokomi of Baal’s hair, and as she drifted towards the flower, she heard a voice speaking behind her.

“What are you doing?” Baal asked, almost suspiciously. She followed behind Kokomi like a dog, pausing when she saw the woman pluck the flower from the ground. “The flower…I see.”

Kokomi turned, standing on her tippy toes in order to tuck the flower behind Baal’s hair. The Shogun stiffened at first, but relaxed once she realized what was happening. She looked uncomfortable for a second, unsure of how to handle the gentle affection of having a flower tucked behind her ear. “Oh…” Baal trailed off, touching the flower delicately once Kokomi pulled away, a serene smile on her face. “Thank you. For the flower.” She said stiffly, turning away for a moment. Kokomi could tell that she was a little flustered, and it made her…happy. It was nice seeing Baal flustered.

“Of course,” Kokomi smiled, holding out her hand cautiously. She was pleasantly surprised when Baal took her hand. Her hand was shockingly smooth and even softer than she imagined.

And as the two walked back inside, it was an unspoken start of something. And for a while, it was wonderful. They had spent some of their nights under the stars, gently kissing and exploring each other.

But things weren’t always that nice. As things got worse, so did their relationship. Baal stopped visiting as much, and she started drifting away, eventually issuing the vision decree, and instructing Kujou Sara to Watatsumi island to shut down the resistance. Their relationship had gone from gentle touches and hand holding to enemies on the opposing side of a war. Their lives had been completely changed, and they were no longer the people they once were. The Shogun wouldn’t even show her face in Watatsumi island anymore, too cowardly to show up and face Kokomi once more.

As Kokomi sunk into her bed after a long day, she realized that the person she once knew was gone, replaced by a ruthless and power hungry woman who would stop at nothing to achieve what she wanted. She couldn’t help but think of her though. Think of Baal instead of The Shogun. The person she once knew.

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𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 + 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮 | 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟑𝟗𝟎

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Kazuha and Gorou had been friends since they were kids, and Gorou had a huge secret he had been hiding from him since they were kids. He never hid things from his best friend—ever—but this was a special exception. Lying was not his strong suit whatsoever, in fact, Gorou was an awful liar, but that didn’t stop the fact that he felt like he had to lie to his best friend. Of course, it made him feel guilty, but he couldn’t do anything about his predicament other than hide his feelings. His feelings for Kazuha, that is. That’s right, Gorou had a big fat crush on his best friend.

There were certain unspoken rules about being in love with your best friend. The first rule was never tell your best friend you’re in love with them. It could potentially ruin the friendship, after all, and that was the last thing Gorou wanted. The second rule was not to be suspicious about how you feel about your best friend. The problem with that though was that Gorou was entirely conspicuous about how he felt, although luckily for him, Kazuha was entirely oblivious to his feelings.

It was both a blessing and a curse that Kazuha had no idea how he felt. The blessing was that Gorou never had to fumble his way through a confession, but the curse was the fact that Kazuha would never notice his feelings and they’d never be together. That was the part that crushed him. They’d never be together despite how hard Gorou pined for him, imagining how they would be together, maybe going on dates like ice skating and getting ice cream. Then Gorou could show him how agile he was on skates, and impress him to no end.

That would never happen though.

The smile faded from Gorou’s lips as he realized the reality of the situation, deflating like a kicked puppy. He rested his head on his hands, leaning against his desk and letting out a soft sigh. There was no way he had any sort of chance with Kazuha, as much as he wished that he did. He wasn’t even sure that Kazuha was interested in dating at all! Not like that particularly mattered, as he was content with just their friendship, but it still served as another purpose to make him look even more like a sad dog.

Gorou couldn’t focus on his homework no matter how hard he tried. Kazuha was coming to his house soon, and while he was excited for him to come over, he was also very nervous. He was about to break rule number one of the Crushing On Your Best Friend guide. Despite his own trepidation, he was sure he wanted to confess to Kazuha. Even if he got rejected or it ruined their friendship, he had to work up the nerve in order to confess to his best friend. There was such a small, slim chance that Kazuha would return his feelings, but the chance was still there. Gorou still had hope.

The sound of the doorbell ringing made Gorou perk up and simultaneously wilt. He was nervous to say the least, but he still forced himself to stand up from his desk and walk his shaky legs downstairs and towards the door. When he opened the door, a genuine smile lit up his face upon seeing his best friend. Kazuha looked beautiful as always, every hair in order and every piece of cloth draping perfectly across his form. He looked stunning, and Gorou couldn’t look away. In fact, he had been staring for a while.

“Hello?” Kazuha asked softly, waving a hand in front of his face with the smallest of smiles on his face. They had known each other for a long while, so they were both comfortable joking and playing around with each other. “Are you going to let me in?”

“Yeah! Yeah! Come in!” Gorou was quick to move aside, allowing Kazuha to come inside of his house. He was utterly smitten with the man, and it was clear by the way he looked at him. Kazuha seemed to be oblivious though, as always. “How have you been? Is college kicking your ass too?”

Kazuha gave him a warning look at his crass words, taking off his shoes before moving further inside of the house. “It’s fine.” He said simply. “I’ve been enjoying my literature class.” He declared delicately, moving towards the kitchen. Despite his polite and light words, he sure was impolite sometimes. This was only proven by the fact that Kazuha opened his fridge and began to rummage through it, which was quite rude in his eyes. Only jokingly, of course.

“Because you get to write poems?” Gorou asked, moving after Kazuha so he could jump onto his own counter and sit on it. “You’ve always been the poetic type. Waxing love poetry for someone?” He teased, his gut twisting nervously the more he spoke. This was starting to become a touchy subject. That was only exemplified by the hesitance Kazuha had as he paused his food scavenge.

Gorou’s heart dropped into his stomach upon the hesitance. “Woah woah woah...are you crushing on someone Kaz?” He leaned forward, almost falling off of the counter in the process. When he saw Kazuha bristle, however, he backtracked a little bit. “I mean like...it’s not bad if you have a crush! It’s kinda sweet actually.” He scratched the back of his head with his long nails.

Kazuha didn’t turn to look at him, continuing to rummage through the fridge slowly. “I don’t have a crush on someone.” He said in a steely manner, although he tried to keep his words lighthearted. “If I did have a crush on anyone, you’d know.”

“How would I know?” Gorou tipped his head to the side curiously, like a lost puppy. “Do I know them?” He pushed gently, not trying to push too far so Kazuha wouldn’t snap at him.

There was a small lapse of silence before Kazuha spoke again. “I don’t have a crush.” He said firmly. “But if I did...you’d know them very well.” He finally turned around, biting into a string cheese like a heathen.

Gorou almost let out a sad whimper, but he stopped himself before it slipped out. “Is it...Tomo?” He pretended to act surprised, knowing deep down in his heart that it might be Tomo instead of him. Of course, he was praying for the answer to be no, but it was a real possibility that the answer would be yes.

Kazuha sighed for a moment, putting down the cheese so he could approach Gorou and cup his face in his hands. Before Gorou had a chance to speak, he was kissed gently on the cheek.

When Kazuha pulled back, Gorou gaped at him. “What...What was that for?” He asked, dumbfounded. “What about your crush on Tomo?” He asked, watching as Kazuha fought back a facepalm.

“I don’t have a crush on Tomo,” Kazuha explained, clasping his hands together in front of his body. “I have a crush on you.” He said simply, causing Gorou’s eyes to widen.

“Me?” He pointed at himself, completely and utterly perplexed. “You have a crush on me?” It seemed too good to be true. Kazuha had a crush on him. Kazuha had a crush on HIM. Never in his wildest dreams could he have prepared for this moment where he discovered that Kazuha, in fact, had a crush on him as well. The term seemed so childish, but so true! It was a simple, gentle crush.

“I have a crush on you too…” Gorou whispered, his cheeks and ears completely red. “I’ve been like...in love with you since we were kids.” He didn’t realize that he said love until the words had already left his mouth, but it was too late to take it back now.

Kazuha paused. “You...love me.” He didn’t say it as a question, but as an affirmation, hiding his smile behind his hand. “I love you too.” He said simply, leaning forward to give Gorou another gentle kiss on the cheek.

This was nice. Gorou could have never dreamed of this. Their friendship had ended in a way, but not on a bad note. It was simply the start of something new.

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𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢 + 𝐁𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐡𝐮 | 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟐𝟒𝟑

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Zhongli wasn’t sure when he stopped having feelings for Baizhu. Perhaps it was the fact that he was eons old, and loving just didn’t come easy anymore, or perhaps it was the fact that he had simply lost that love he once had for Baizhu. As the years passed by, and as Baizhu grew older, Zhongli found himself falling out of love. He had loved many times in the past; Guizhong, Childe, Baizhu at last. Each time one of them had met or found their untimely demise. Whether it be through death itself, or becoming so drunk on power that they could no longer be loved. Baizhu had not gone through any of that, in fact, he was a simple man who ran a simple pharmacy. His chances of dying or becoming greedy for power were slim to none, and yet Zhongli found himself reflecting on his past endeavors far more than he had hoped. Maybe it was guilt he was feeling—guilt rather than falling out of love. But he didn’t wish to acknowledge that aspect. He didn’t wish to delve into that innate guilt that he felt deep down inside. So perhaps he thought he was doing this to help Baizhu in the long run, and to help himself.

Zhongli was not a cruel man by any means, but he was someone who tended to do things in an upfront manner. He didn’t wish to see Baizhu die just as Guizhong did, and while the chances were low, it was never zero. He was starting to get up there in age, and the fact that he would have to be the one to organize Baizhu’s funeral when he inevitably passed…the thought was gut wrenching. Baizhu was mortal, just as everyone else was. Zhongli had seen plenty of people die in his long, long lifetime, but having to see someone else die that he loved? He couldn’t stand the thought.

And so he came to the logical conclusion that he must be the one to break things off with Baizhu. It wasn’t as if he didn’t care for him anymore, it was quite the opposite in fact, but Zhongli felt as if he had to do this in order to preserve the well being of both of them. It was a selfish move, he was fully aware, but it was one that felt necessary in the eyes of the archon. The logical decision would be to break up with Baizhu. Although the term felt rather childish, it was the only term befitting enough to describe their situation, and it was the only option in this case.

And so Zhongli rose from his seat in their shared house, moving gracefully towards the kitchen where he had begun to brew some tea. Baizhu would be home any minute now, and although Zhongli was a man with nerves of steel, he couldn’t help but feel inklings of dread curl in his stomach. He wasn’t sure if this was the right decision, but it was the one he had come to, and it wasn’t one he couldn’t back down from now that he had made it.

Just as the water began to boil, the door creaked open. Baizhu walked through the door with his usual tired smile on his face. Thankfully, Qiqi was nowhere to be seen. The young girl they had been both taking care of in their time together was likely off picking flowers for the pharmacy, leaving Zhongli and Baizhu alone in their house together. He wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or on edge now that he had an actual reason to speak the words that had been floating through his head.

Zhongli poured the water over the tea leaves, his back to Baizhu. He could hear Baizhu setting down his stuff, and making his way over to the kitchen to lean against one of the counters. The silence between them was tense, like they both had something to say but didn’t want to be the first one to speak.

Ultimately, Baizhu was the first one to speak. “When did you fall out of love with me, Zhongli?” He asked cooly, idly petting the snake around his shoulders. “And when exactly were you going to tell me?”

Zhongli stiffened for a moment before he forced his shoulders to relax, stirring the water around until it became a murky color. “Why do you think that, dear?” He asked cautiously, not turning around to look at Baizhu. He couldn’t face him even if he tried. The petname was merely a distraction. Maybe if he tried hard enough, he could salvage this, and they wouldn’t have to talk about this ever again. Zhongli would bury Baizhu when he inevitably died, and he would once again be alone in this large world. He would once again have to experience the heartbreak of losing someone close to him.

Baizhu was smart, however. “You must take me for a fool, Zhongli.” He mused. Zhongli could hear the way his arm dropped to his side for a moment, before they folded over his chest in an unamused manner. “Bluff all you’d like, that won’t get you out of this mess.” The normally amicable man was clearly short with him, and Zhongli didn’t blame him given the current circumstances.

“I don’t take you for a fool,” Zhongli picked up his tea carefully, sipping it gently and hoping that the warm liquid would give him strength. “I don’t have an answer to your question, though.”

“You don’t have an answer?” Baizhu’s words were flat as a board. He seemed entirely furious, although it was contained quite well. “You don’t have an answer as to why you fell out of love with me?” For the first time in their conversation, his voice shook. “Was it something I did?”

“No,” Zhongli answered confidently, his words stable despite their conversation. “It was nothing…that you did.” His words turned somewhat gentle in the way it only did around his lovers, but Baizhu did not seem comforted by his words whatsoever.

“So it’s something you did?” Baizhu asked, his tone had turned firm once more. “Is that what this is? It’s not you, it's me?”

Zhongli took a gentle sip of his tea, contemplating on how to answer Baizhu’s question. The simple answer would be yes, but the complex answer would be no. There were many factors as to why this was happening, none of which he could name. “Not quite.” He answered finally, setting his tea down onto the counter with a small clink.

“You won’t even face me,” Baizhu scoffed gently, pushing himself off of the counter and turning to go. He lingered for a second, as if he expected Zhongli to stop him and reassure him that he did love him, fully and wholeheartedly. But he didn’t. Zhongli stayed stock still in his place, watching Baizhu out of the corner of his eye as he sighed softly and proceeded to walk out of the door just as quickly as he had walked in.

Guilt swirled in the archon’s gut. All of his senses were screaming that this was the wrong decision, but he stayed firm in all of his decisions no matter how much they may or may not affect him.

Zhongli finished his tea, setting the cup back down onto the counter with a final clink before he progressed further into the house to grab a book. Maybe reading would quell his guilt.

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𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐠 + 𝐁𝐚𝐚𝐥 | 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 + 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐮

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟓𝟎𝟐

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Before Baal, Ningguang felt as if her life had been boring. Although she was painted as the enemy, the one everyone hated, she too had feelings just as everyone else did. On top of that, she taught a college criminal justice class, so of course her life was meaningless. Dedicating her life to teaching stupid college kids was not something Ningguang had planned on doing with her life. She intended on being a millionaire, spending her days deciding who lived and who died in the money world. She wanted to be the one to count her money every single day to make sure that there wasn’t a single cent missing. While others might call her a gold digger, or selfish, Ningguang was far from greedy though. If she was greedy, she wouldn’t be teaching a class full of cocky brats trying to become lawyers. If she was greedy, then she wouldn’t put up with the absolute bullshit that some of these kids spouted. Potential lawyers always thought they were amazing, hence why Ningguang went extra hard on them in class.

There was one person she couldn’t stand though. One person in this god forsaken place that she felt somewhat understood her. And that person was Baal, although she heard rumors of her students calling her the so-called “Raiden Shogun”, which amused Ningguang to no end. The Raiden Shogun taught Humanities, which was simple enough in theory, but considering who taught it—the class was almost as hard as Ningguang’s herself. The two boasted the reputation as having the hardest classes on campus, and although they shared that in common, they hadn’t met until relatively recently.

It was a cold winter's day when the two had first ran into each other. Ningguang was bundled up in her outerwear, sipping on a warm hot cocoa since she didn’t fancy coffee. She had more of a sweet palate surprisingly, given who she was. Nevertheless, she was walking through the campus, watching the snow fall in clumps off of the trees and hit the ground. Ningguang, in fact, was so distracted by this that she hadn’t been watching where she was going, and bumped into a certain woman who had only heard rumors of.

The Raiden Shogun was a tall woman, almost taller than Ningguang herself. And when she bumped into her, the glare Ningguang received was almost…electric. There was an air of power around Baal, an air of power that nobody dare defy lest they wish to receive punishment. Ningguang found herself almost…admiring that sort of power that Baal gave off. Despite the initial shock of running into her, Ningguang‘s eyelids fell into a glower once she realized the challenging look that Baal was giving her. She wouldn’t back down easily, not even if Baal was a real Shogun.

“Watch where you’re going,” Baal said icily. She was donned in her own warm outerwear, her hair pulled into a thick braid that tumbled down her back in a lovely manner. In all honesty, Ningguang could admit that Baal was beautiful. Even if she was being a bitch right now. “Next time, maybe look in front of you instead of walking aimlessly.”

Ningguang was taken aback. Nobody had ever spoken to her like this, frankly. She had always been treated with the utmost respect before this meeting, and it was a little shocking to be treated like some sort of peasant in the eyes of Baal. “Do you know who you’re talking to miss…shogun.” Her lips quirked up into a faint smile upon watching Baal’s eye twitch vaguely at the nickname. “Or do you act like this with all of your fellow staff members?” She cocked her head to the side slightly, putting a finger on her chin. “I wonder…how long would it take for you to get fired if you treated everyone like this?”

Baal looked annoyed, shifting idly as she glared at Ningguang sharply. “I suppose that’s none of your concern, given that I speak to everyone in the way I wish. Nobody challenges my authority, not even prissy women like you who think they’re the boss.” The shogun took a step forward, a small sneer on her face as she looked down at Ningguang, who merely looked up at her with a somewhat bored expression. She had dealt with far worse than some teacher who thought she was the best thing to have ever existed. Ningguang wasn’t afraid of Baal—not in the way everyone else seemed to cower in her presence.

“Oh, yes, I do suppose you have free reign to speak to people in whatever way you wish,” Ningguang agreed with her, although it was somewhat backhanded. “But that doesn’t account for the fact that you, just like I, have superiors. As much as you wish you were in charge, you’re not.” Ningguang puckered her lips, reveling in the way Baal’s face changed from mildly annoyed to furious.

“You’re going to regret the words you have spoken,” Baal rumbled, taking a few steps away from Ningguang and smoothing out her coat. Snow had accumulated on both of their coats since they had been standing still, and the chill from the outside was beginning to set in. Whether the chill was from the weather or from Baal’s glare, however…that Ningguang was unsure of.

“Is that a threat?” Ningguang challenged in response to her words, taking an idle sip of her drink.

Baal turned away, not bothering to answer. Her heels made crisp clicks against the pavement as she walked away, making imprints in the snow as well.

And as Baal walked away, Ningguang had the satisfied feeling in her chest that she had won, along with a strange emotion she couldn’t even begin to identify.

From then on, every time they had met had been followed by some sort of argument. A power struggle, per se, ensued every time they had met, which seemed to become more and more frequent as the days passed. Ningguang was unsure as to why Baal kept visiting her classroom with her overly defensive TA Sara, but she could safely say that the distraction was a welcome one. Today, however, Baal was visiting unaccompanied.

Ningguang could tell that Baal was about to visit when the air shifted. It was almost crackling with electricity as she entered the classroom, which was now empty. Her class had long since been over, and her next one wasn’t for a while. In fact, Baal had perfect timing. Even when she entered the room, she looked impeccable as ever, dressed to the nines in her professional outfit that made her look powerful in a scary yet sexy way.

“Good evening, your highness,” Ningguang greeted her in a cool, sarcastic manner. Her tone was condescending and somewhat rude, although still airy enough to come off as faux polite. “Is there something you needed?” Despite Ningguang’s hatred for Baal’s attitude, she still enjoyed her presence somewhat. Not that she’d ever admit that to the woman, of course, but the sentiment was still there.

“Nothing that you can offer,” Baal huffed, making her way closer to Ningguang’s desk and folding her arms across her chest. “What have you been up to?” She asked begrudgingly, a small flush high on her cheeks despite her hostile words.

Ningguang raised an eyebrow, sipping on her drink of choice while she stared up at Baal, purposefully not answering to make her squirm. “Why do you care?” She finally asked, cold and precise as always. When she put down her drink and went back to her paperwork, she could see Baal’s annoyed expression in her peripheral vision. “I thought the Shogun didn’t entertain peasants’ activities.”

Baal’s expression scrunched up into something that was somewhat bewildered, although it smoothed out a second later. “You know that’s not what I mean.” She sounded annoyed, her eyebrow twitching for a second before she smoothed off her outfit, brushing off any nonexistent dust. “You know exactly what I mean.”

Ningguang stood up from her desk gracefully, approaching Baal with a neutral expression before she cupped her cheeks in a surprisingly gentle manner. Baal stiffened for a second before she seemed to melt into the touch begrudgingly, still looking bothered despite it all. It was then that Ningguang pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, satisfied by the way that the other woman looked shocked for a moment before her eyes fluttered shut.

“Yes, we’re still on for tonight if that was what you were wondering.” Ningguang said once she had pulled away from the kiss, brushing off her own clothes before she went to sit back down at her desk. The two had planned a date for tonight, but it seemed as if Baal was having a bit of anxiety about it. It was almost endearing.

Ningguang’s lips quirked up into a faint smile as she turned back to the copious amounts of paperwork that she needed to get up, not even bothering to look up at Baal as she uttered her next words:

“You’re dismissed.”

[toothyleech]

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Work In Progress

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Work In Progress

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Work In Progress

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Work In Progress

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Work In Progress

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Work In Progress

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Work In Progress

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Work In Progress

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Work In Progress

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Work In Progress

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Work In Progress

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Work In Progress

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Work In Progress

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Work In Progress

[toothyleech]

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[toothyleech]

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 + 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐢 | 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 (𝐂𝐖: 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟐𝟎𝟗

»»———————— ♔　———————-««

When Kazuha was a kid, he never imagined that he would experience death in any form. Until his best friend died, he never thought that he would go through the pain of seeing someone die in front of him. And after he died, he never wanted to experience that sort of pain again. It was gut wrenching, and it felt like his heart was being plucked from his chest and stomped on under the heel of the electro archon herself.

So when Kazuha was experiencing death himself, it was a little shocking. Needless to say, it was a little surreal to be the one dying this time. He hadn’t been expecting the arrow that was shot his way, lodging its way through his stomach. They say that when you realize that you’re dying, it brings back memories of your life. The phrase “I saw my life flash before my eyes” was not a phrase that Kazuha saw himself using until this very moment. He could tell that the arrow hit something vital. Not to mention that the arrow was charged with electro energy, which sent jolts of pain through his entire body every time he moved, trying to crawl his way to safety. He knew it was only a matter of time before the Shogun enacted her revenge on him, but he hadn’t been expecting it so soon. Not now. Not when he was beginning to feel happy for once in his life. For the first time since his best friend had died, he had felt some sort of happiness. And that happiness came in the form of Sangonomiya Kokomi.

Kokomi and him…they were just starting to get closer. Kazuha never thought that he would be friends with the leader of the resistance—not after what had happened after he opposed the Shogun for the first time, but nevertheless he found himself growing closer with Kokomi the more time he spent with her. The two had met through Beidou, who introduced them briefly when the Crux had docked in Watatsumi island for a few moments. Tensions were high in Inazuma, but they needed a place to stop and restock their ship, and Beidou knew that the Sangonomiya clan were welcoming. When they did stop, Kazuha was surprised to see the leader of the resistance herself. She was young, about his age, perhaps maybe a few years younger, but she had a defiant spark in her eyes that was wise way beyond her years. Despite her floaty and graceful appearance, Kokomi looked strong and agile. There was an air of power around her as well, and Kazuha knew full well why she was the leader of the resistance.

At first they hadn’t gotten along all that well. Sure, they exchanged pleasantries, but it was merely just that. The first time they had met, they hadn’t gotten to talk all that much as they were in a hurry, but the next few times they had seen each other…

Kazuha discovered that he had a lot in common with Kokomi the next few times they had met. They both enjoyed writing poetry and haikus though, and they had bonded over that enough to even agree to exchange letters and poems while Kazuha was away on his travels with the Crux crew. And Kokomi’s poetry was beautiful. As Kazuha’s eyes scanned the pages upon pages of beautiful strokes of ink, he found himself enraptured with the way she wrote. Not just her poetry, but the letters detailing her endeavors with the resistance. It captured his heart in an, admittedly, childish way. He found himself having almost a crush on the leader of the resistance, and the more letters they traded, the more he wondered if she felt the same about him.

They ended up meeting more frequently from then on. Beidou would go out of her way to make sure they made it back to Watatsumi island so he could see Kokomi and exchange letters with her, but things had been…tense lately. The Tenryou Commission had established a base on the island to crush the resistance, and now Kazuha had to be more careful than ever while visiting Kokomi. At one point, Kazuha had begged Beidou to stay away from the island; that they needed to be careful now that the Tenryou Commission was advancing. But Beidou was as stubborn as a mule, and she pushed on. She wasn’t afraid of the commission despite Kazuha’s pleas.

Now look at where that ended him.

With a letter clutched in hand, Kazuha collapsed onto the ground, letting out a grunt when the arrow was lodged further into his gut. He was bleeding out fast, and the electricity felt like it was coursing through his veins, lighting everything nerve ending on fire the more he moved. Even when he stayed still, the electricity from the arrow forcefully jolted his muscles, causing even more pain not only from the arrow, but from his muscles being forced to move. Blood gushed out from the wound, causing Kazuha to wheeze softly the more his body was jolted like a ragdoll. Now that he was dying, he was most definitely sure that he had many regrets in life.

The first being that he hadn't ever gotten to deliver Kokomi his confession.

The letter slipped from between his fingers. He had been loosely gripping it before he had gotten shot, and now the letter was getting doused by the gentle sprinkle of rain.

If he focused hard enough, he could almost imagine the sound of footsteps approaching him. He was beginning to lose consciousness, and his vision was blurring, but the more he strained his ears the more he realized that someone was, in fact, approaching. Kazuha hoped it wasn’t whoever had shot him.

Luckily, or unluckily, it was the person he had been dreading and anticipating to see the most.

Kokomi stood above him, her eyebrows furrowed gently as she looked down at his prone form. His breathing had begun to get shallow, but he could vaguely interpret what she was trying to say. Despite the clear worry in her voice, and the panic in her eyes, she seemed composed as ever, crouching down in front of him and cupping his face with her cool hands. Her hands were just as soft as he had imagined. If he were in a better state, his face would be flushed, but unfortunately he was dying.

Kazuha nudged his head towards the letter, mustering the strength to move his head. When Kokomi’s eyes followed where he was gesturing, she picked up the letter, smoothing it out from where the droplets of rain had ruined the paper. She tucked the letter into her clothing, one hand still cupping his face. He could see her mouthing his name, but he couldn’t hear her. His ears were starting to ring, his eyes starting to slide close, and his body starting to finally give out from the pain.

The last thing Kazuha saw was Kokomi’s lovely eyes, peering down at him with the most concerned expression.

And the last thing he felt before he slipped away was the gentle press of her soft lips in between his eyebrows, previously creased with pain, and now smoothing out to nothingness.

[toothyleech]

𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 + 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐢 | 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 + 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐮

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟐𝟎𝟎

»»———————— ♔　———————-««

Yanfei studied law, and with the law came two undeniable things. One of them was to uphold the law, no matter what. Whether someone was your friend or your lover, it didn’t matter in the eyes of the law. Yanfei had learned that the hard way. She had seen plenty of people’s friends arrested, and while that didn’t make her the most popular in the courtroom on the defense's side, the law was her passion. Despite people not liking her or the law, she defended the law with a firm hand.

The second undeniable thing about the law was that your job always came first--even if she met a cute TA in her criminal justice class.

Along with being the top of her class, Yanfei was incredibly skilled in the ways of the law. She knew that her job and studying to become a fully fledged lawyer was the most important thing in her life, but she couldn’t help but become distracted by the young TA. College was incredibly difficult, not to mention the fact that she was in law school, so most of her time had been spent on focusing on her studies, but she still found her eyes drifting away from her work and towards the blue haired TA.

Particularly, today she was looking especially distracting. Donned in a plaid skirt and a silken blouse, her TA looked gorgeous. With every flip of her hair while she rushed after Miss Ningguang, Yanfei found her eyes tracking her instead of focusing on the work in front of her. Their work was getting difficult in this particular class, as Miss Ningguang was brutal with her assignments, but she still couldn’t focus on her work when Ganyu was moving around the classroom at the speed of light.

Keeping up with Miss Ningguang must be incredibly difficult. Yanfei couldn’t imagine trying to keep up with her long legs while walking, and her stern words when she did something wrong. She had experienced Miss Ningguang’s harsh words first hand when she had messed up an assignment, and it was not a fun process to go through. And so Yanfei pitied Ganyu a little bit. She would have called her Miss Ganyu, but Ganyu insisted that it made her feel old, and to call her Ganyu instead. She was a little unsure at first, but overtime she became more comfortable with the idea.

So yes, Yanfei pitied Ganyu a little bit. Watching her race around after Miss Ningguang was a little humorous, if not sad that she was being overworked so much. But maybe Yanfei didn’t know any better. Maybe Ganyu liked having something to do. Yanfei was the same way--she had to have something to do at all times or else she would likely get distracted by something trivial and end up not focusing on whatever she needed to focus on. Such a time included now, where she was spacing out staring at Ganyu while she was supposed to be working on her assignment.

Yanfei was snapped out of her stupor by a sharp tap against her desk. When she looked up, her eyes widened upon seeing the pinched face of Miss Ningguang looking down at her disdainfully. Ganyu was hidden behind her, peering at Yanfei with big eyes. They all knew she was in trouble. Just by the look on Miss Ningguang’s face.

“See me after class.” Was all she said, moving to the next desk swiftly. Yanfei didn’t even have time to respond before she moved away, although she did let out a soft sigh at her own stupidity. She should have known better. Miss Ningguang already didn’t like her, and getting distracted in her class was a bad idea knowing her. Nevertheless, Yanfei peeled her eyes away from Ganyu, forcing herself to focus on the work before her.

Time passed far too fast for her liking, and before she knew it, the end of class was upon her. Yanfei was nervous to say the least, and although she didn’t often show her anxiety to others, it was palpable. She could tell it was considering the looks on her other friends' faces as she passed them by, making her way towards Miss Ningguang’s desk carefully. When she arrived at her desk, Yanfei folded her hands together.

“Did you um...need me?” She shifted on her feet under the harsh glare of Miss Ningguang. She could tell there was something on her mind, and whatever it was, it wasn’t good. Ganyu was peeking out from behind Miss Ningguang, staring up at Yanfei with her big eyes. It seemed like there was also something on her mind, but she had no place to speak from behind Miss Ningguang. “I was trying to focus on my work-”

Yanfei was cut off by Miss Ningguang holding up a hand for her to stop. And so she did, not wanting to defy her teacher. She wanted to keep speaking, but alas, she didn’t want to anger her out of fear of backlash. Nevertheless, nothing was spoken for a few solid moments. Silence lapsed between the three of them, but finally, something was spoken.

“I’ll let you off with a warning this time,” Miss Ningguang said lowly, letting out a soft sigh and massaging her temples with her spindly fingers. “You know to pay attention in this class, Miss Yanfei, and I expect you to do your work promptly and on time. Especially when I give you time to do your work. Do you understand me?”

Yanfei seemed to deflate a little bit, but she nodded sharply and eagerly at the opportunity to be let off scot free. “Yes! Yes Miss Ningguang, I won’t do it again.” She promised in a high pitched voice, pulling at her collar a tad.

“Good. You’re dismissed.”

Being dismissed so easily made Yanfei let out a small, relieved sigh. As she turned to go and pack up her stuff, however, she felt a small tug at her sleeve. When she turned around, she saw Ganyu standing there, looking up at her with those big beautiful eyes. And for a moment, Yanfei was unable to speak or look away. When she did snap back into reality though, she let out a small squeak. “Is there something you need?”

Ganyu nodded a little jaggedly, as if she were being controlled by someone else. “I just...wanted to know…” She trailed off nervously. It didn’t seem very characteristic of her to be so nervous about something unless she really needed something. “If you wanted help with your work sometime...maybe we can get coffee or something and go over the homework. So you’re...less distracted in class.”

Yanfei wasn’t sure that Ganyu understood the real reason as to why she was distracted, but she didn’t feel the need to correct her. Instead, she jumped at the opportunity, her heart leaping into her throat. Eventually, she found herself nodding along to what Ganyu was saying, a smile growing on her face the more she went on. Man, she was in too deep. She knew she was falling for Ganyu--and fast. And there wouldn’t be anything to stop this enamored feeling.

“That...That would be nice.”

[toothyleech]

𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 + 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮 | 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟕𝟒𝟑

»»———————— ♔　———————-««

Traveling the sea was something that Beidou enjoyed more than anything in the world. There was something so refreshing about waking up to the gentle rocking of the boat and breathing in the salty air of the ocean. Sticking your head out of the door and feeling the wind whip at your hair...it was something that she wouldn’t give up for the world. There was nothing that could sway her from traveling, but there was maybe one thing that made her consider settling down. Although Beidou was a restless soul that loved to be on her boat more than anything in the world, she had...fallen in love with a certain half adepti. She hadn’t planned for it whatsoever, hell, she was content sailing for the rest of her life, but somehow she had fallen in love with someone. And with that came the responsibility of being a stable person in her life, which was something that she wasn’t used to at all. Beidou was more of...how could she put it? More of the type to be distant from any prospective partners.

Her name was Ganyu. The half adepti woman was a sleepy, but hardworking person, and she was just Beidou’s type. She was kind, compassionate, and more loving than any other person in her life had ever been. And honestly? It made Beidou tear up a little bit when she thought about it too hard. Because despite everything, Ganyu had loved her for her, and she didn’t care about her traveling so much. She didn’t care as long as she came home at the end of the day. And that was the first time Beidou had ever experienced someone who didn’t try to chain her down and get her to stay; because Ganyu knew how much adventuring meant to her.

The thought of her lover warmed her heart. Of course, her crew was tired of hearing Ganyu’s name, but alas, Beidou was a romantic person at heart who loved to brag about her lover. Kazuha was especially tired of her antics, and yet he was the person she turned to most when she got mopey and missed the woman she loved the most. Today happened to be one of those days, and he would have to deal with the brunt of it all.

Beidou emerged from her cabin in the early hours of the morning, yawning and stretching her arms over her head. There was a feeling of melancholy in her gut from the moment she woke up. She had been thinking about Ganyu the night before, which caused her to wake up in a sour mood the next day when she came to discover that the blue haired woman was not by her side in the small cot she rested in. It wasn’t as if she didn’t enjoy spending time on her ship, but rather that she didn’t enjoy spending time on her ship alone. The best part of being a pirate was adventuring with other people, and while she did have her crew, there was a special place in her heart for a lover. She wished to travel with her girlfriend, a firm arm around her waist as they looked out into the sea beyond, the wind tossling their hair all the while…the thought seemed truly and utterly perfect. And yet her lover was nowhere to be found. She understood that Ganyu had duties in Liyue to tend to, but that didn’t stop her from missing her.

Letting out a small sigh, Beidou went to check everything she needed to check for the morning. Of course, there was always someone managing the ship at night when she couldn’t, but she always double checked to make sure. Her mind, however, was still on her beloved Ganyu. It was clear how distracted she was from the way she went around the ship, checking everything awfully haphazardly for how she usually did. She was usually very thorough in her investigations, but this was a once in a lifetime moment where she seemed to be very distracted. In fact, she almost let go of the rope that held their flag up, causing some of the members of the crew to panic and call her name, which promptly snapped her out of her dazed stupor.

Letting out a small groan, Beidou rubbed a hand down her face once she had secured the rope once more. She was far too distracted for her own good, and this wasn’t going to end well if she kept continuing on like this. She needed some kind of other distraction—one that didn’t involve her girlfriend.

It was clear that some of the crew had noticed her frustrations, as they whispered amongst themselves as soon as her back was turned. The tension on the ship was thick enough to cut with a knife, and Beidou was growing increasingly frustrated with everyone the more her crew avoided her. It made her want to snap at them and ask them why they were acting like she was some sort of sea monster.

Maybe…she was acting like some sort of sea monster? Beidou had never considered that, as she was usually even tempered and in good spirits. Today, however, it seemed like she was in a bad mood. Sure, she was distracted by the idea of Ganyu, but did that necessarily mean that she was acting mean. Right?

Wrong. Beidou was acting mean and she knew it, although she didn’t know how to deal with it. She supposed she owed her crew an apology, but mustering up an apology seemed almost more difficult than admitting she was acting mean. Stubbornness ran in her blood, after all, and it was hard for her to even realize and accept she was in the wrong.

In the midst of her thoughts, Beidou hardly noticed that one of her crewmates had snuck up on her. Kaedehara Kazuha, or Kazuha to close friends, was one of her best mates. Unfortunately for Kazuha, Beidou was startled by his presence, which caused her to throw a punch in the general direction of whoever had tapped her on the shoulder. There was a small amount of fortune though, as Kazuha managed to throw off the course of the punch by smacking her fist with his lightning fast reflexes.

Once Beidou had realized she had nearly punched Kazuha in the face though, her eyes widened. “Damn! I nearly decked ya!” Startled by her own reflex to attack, the woman couldn’t help but let out a sheepish but hearty laugh. She clapped Kazuha on the shoulder in a friendly manner, ignoring his bewildered look in favor of shaking his shoulder. “Wipe that dumb look off of yer face. What did ya need me for?”

Kazuha seemed to snap out of his stunned stupor, straightening up and meeting Beidou’s gaze with a firm look. “You’ve been acting strange...Pardon my bluntness.” He was always so gentle and polite. Kazuha was a kid with a good head on his shoulders. Or, at least, in her eyes he was a kid, although he was just a few years younger than her. “And I’ve been instructed to tell you that we’ll be arriving in Liyue in a few minutes.”

Lo and behold, there was Liyue in the distance, standing tall and proud. A spark of excitement ran through the woman at the very sight of the port city. They were almost there, and she could practically imagine the blue haired woman standing at the dock waiting for her. Although she wasn’t sure that she would be there, she kept her eyes out for a flash of blue between all of the other people standing on the dock.

Sure enough, there she was. Waiting at the back of the crowd was her beloved, a small smile on her gentle, round face. Beidou’s eyes lit up at the sight of Ganyu, and as she hopped onto the very tip of the boat and waved her hand around wildly, her heart started to beat out of her chest. As the boat approached Liyue Harbor, the pirate started to get more and more fidgety, edging off of the tip of the boat when Kazuha tugged the back of her cape. It was likely so she wouldn’t fall off of the boat and embarrass herself, which she appreciated despite her excitement.

When the boat finally reached the docking port, Beidou was quick to jump off of the boat and onto the dock, not even bothering to lend a hand to her crew securing the boat. Oh well, they’d forgive her in the end. They all knew fully well that she was antsy to see her lover, and had been moody all day without her, and so they would forgive her that she was overager to see Ganyu. Although it slipped her mind to help out, she was focused on much more pressing matters.

Beidou landed, heavy footed, onto the dock, causing the wood to creak ominously. People swarmed around her, eager to ask what she had done and found on her adventures, but Beidou was quick to push everyone aside to get to her beloved. There she was, standing there in the midst of everyone. Ganyu was at the back of the heavy crowd, but that didn’t stop the pirate woman from shouldering past others in order to get to her. When they arrived face to face, she was unsure of what to say. And for a second, they stared at each other, lingering in the moment. It felt like time stood still, and the world revolved only around them.

It wasn’t until Ganyu was bumped into that she was sent sprawling into her lover’s arms. Beidou swiftly caught her before she could hit the ground, a fond smile on her face. Feeling the warmth of Ganyu in her arms, she couldn’t help but lean down to her level, leaving a small kiss on the top of her head.

Ganyu leaned into Beidou’s strong arms, a smile of her own on her delicate features. As she stood on her tippy toes to whisper into Beidou’s ear, she only said two words:

“Welcome home.”

Yeah. Home sounded just right.