suna-rinn

[suna-rinn]

cosita bonita- m. o’hara

IN WHICH- miguel o'hara finds you positively insufferable. (it goes both ways.)

warnings: so much fucking tension omfg r u kidding me just bang already, miguel is honestly an asshole im staying accurate to character (that’s a joke bc he’s honestly more flirty than he would ever be) did i mention that there’s a lot of tension yall should just kiss, he’s also so awkward it’s almost laughable

A/N: i’m so sorry i’ve been MIA ive been writing full blown fanfics on wattpad its honestly kind of embarrassing

A/N P2: i google translated all the spanish. please feel free to correct me; i’m a speaker of english, mandarin, and japanese, so i really don’t expect it to be correct.

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sometimes, your boss was a complete, total piece of shit. you wish you knew what you were signing up for when hobie, the stupid little idiot, dragged you along with him to his first day on earth 2099, a long way from your shared world of earth 616.

needless to say, you were most certainly not welcome. first things first, you hadn’t even been invited, nor had you really wanted to come. hobie had quite literally dragged you, clamping a tight hand around your wrist and pulling you through the portal with him. 

upon arrival, he had stolen a bracelet from one of the spider-people, slapped it on your wrist, gave you a forceful fist-bump and screamed, “anarchy! yeah?!”

well, shit. how were you supposed to deny that?

inevitably, time came for you to be kicked out approximately two minutes later, when the one and only spider-man of earth 2099 found out he had an unwelcome guest on his world. the look he’d casted you was one of sheer disdain, and you certainly wouldn’t have minded leaving on the spot.

but hobie brown could always be a blabbermouth when he wanted to be. you were useful, he claimed- willing to get your hands dirty when others weren’t, knowing what had to be done. you’d always taken up the part of the spider-punk job that hobie had been hesitant to do back at home- helping people simply came with the radioactive bite. 

that- that did intrigue miguel. miguel o’hara was a harsh, harsh man- but only because he had to be. he was the spider-man that the people needed; not the one they wanted. 

and you and him seemed to be in awfully similar shoes.

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“another tough day?” hobie sniffed, flopping down next to you, draping his legs over your lap. up above, miguel looked down distastefully, wrinkling his nose in disdain at the unprofessional display.

“the day is always tough when you work with him.” you huffed back, jabbing your thumb upwards, bringing hobie’s attention to your boss. “hey, new girl! you’re sharing an office with me so i can keep an eye on you! hey, new girl! get me a coffee, if you can even manage to find the cafeteria! hey, new girl! cleanse lyla’s storage for me, if you can even figure out how to do it! hey, new girl-”

“are you finished?” miguel sighed, platform slowly descending, screens wiping blank. “that isn’t what i sound like.” 

“yeah?” you sneered, pulling up a new tab on your monitor- security footage of the room. 

“hey, new girl!” the crappy monitor speaker barked, scratchy. “make yourself useful and get a coffee, yeah? gracias, cosita bonita.”

miguel grunted in annoyance, taking a deep sip from the coffee you’d gotten an hour earlier, physical proof of your labor. you raised an eyebrow at hobie, as if saying, ‘you see this shit?’

“cosita bonita, huh?” hobie whistled, sliding his feet off your lap, and facing miguel. “interesting...” miguel avoided his insinuations, merely raising an eyebrow. 

“aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“aren’t you supposed to be working?” hobie retorted, eyes sliding over to you subtly. miguel grimaced, narrowing his brows. “ay, man. my entire thing is not workin’ unless i want to. down with the system.” 

“get out.” miguel groaned, hand waving mindlessly in the air. “i’ve had enough of you for one day.” 

“tough crowd!” hobie crowed, standing from his seat in surrender. he ruffled your hair- an act of familial-like affection that you’d grown to accept, although you never stopped complaining about the way that it fucked up your hair. “stay focused, boss man, yeah?”

“leave!” miguel shouted at his retreating figure. when the coast was clear, his eyes slid back to you, noticing that you were now back to mindlessly scrolling through reports, blowing a bubble of gum between your lips, almost the size of your face. “¿qué tiene tu linda cabecita en un giro?“ (what’s got your pretty little head in a twist?)

“hm?” you blinked, losing focus and popping the bubble. it exploded all over your lips, and you clicked your tongue in annoyance, before using your tongue to pry the areas that were sticking back into your mouth. miguel urged himself to pay attention, and stop staring at stupid things. “what’d you say?”

“what’re you working on?” he corrected himself swiftly, leaning slightly over your table, head hanging over the double monitors. you tried to ignore him- jesus, did the man ever skip back day-?!  “better be workin’ hard, if you got time to fool around with hobie.”

“sorting through the fuckin’ reports that you don’t want to do.” you sniffled in annoyance. “one day you have me killin’ people, the next day you have me doing secretary work. one day, i swear-”

“-you swear what?” he cut in, leaning over further. you glanced up, tensing when you realized his face was just a few inches away from yours. “hm? what were you saying, cosita bonita?” (pretty little thing)

“...” you gaped, hands frozen still over the keys of the keyboard, before blinking a few times and snapping out of it. you cleared your throat, eyes skimming back over the report you were working on. miguel frowned, leaning back. “nothin’. don’t worry about it, anata.” (japanese for ‘darling, dear.)

“you wanna get me another coffee?” he sighed, standing straight up, ready to go back to sitting at his platform. “i finished the one you got me.” 

“i ain’t your maid.” you retorted, closing out the report you just finished. “if you want me to be one, you gotta pay me better.” 

“o podrías dejar de hacerte la dura y salir conmigo.” (or you could stop playing hard to get and go out with me.) he grunted in annoyance. 

you powered off your PC, standing from your spinning chair and sitting on the front of your desk. “nunca me pediste que saliera contigo, idiota.” (you never asked me to go out with you, you dense idiot.)

he stared at you, unfurling his arms from their tight grip on each other. “¿tú hablas español?”

“hobie dijo que yo era multilingüe cuando nos conocimos. ¿por qué diablos no sabría español?“ (hobie said i was multilingual when we first met. why the hell wouldn’t i know spanish?) you squinted your eyes. “not very smart of you, boss man.”

“¡¿por qué no me lo dijiste antes?!” (why wouldn’t you tell me earlier?!) he gripped his hair in disbelief, gawking at you. “shit, man! that’s embarrassing!” 

“sure.” you shrugged, grinning devilishly. “but it was funny. hobie and i thought it was hilarious- why do you think he’s got a shit-eating grin every time he comes in here?”

“eres insufrible.“ (you’re insufferable.) he clenched his fist. “por favor, joder, sal conmigo.“ (please fucking go out with me.)

“tal vez, si me pagas lo suficiente.” (maybe, if you pay me enough.) you snarked. he pinched your side harshly, causing you to yelp. “ow! fuck, okay! do you always harass women into going on dates with you?!”

“no.” he deadpanned. “only when they’re as difficult and annoying as you.”

[suna-rinn]

one day

pairing: dainsleif x reader

category: angst

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it’s hard to remember what you look like.

it’s been centuries, maybe, since dainsleif has last seen you, running out of your shared bedroom panicked, rushed goodbyes given as you separate to defend your home city, not knowing it would be the last time you saw each other in a very long time.

he only knew that you were alive.

on her second regression, abyss princess lumine had been kind enough to tell him that, when she still had heart.

now, he knew nothing. he had nothing.

lumine had lost soul. aether was dead set on pursuing her, against dainsleif’s warnings, and you…

where were you?

how long had it been since he had held you? heard your warm laugh, the gentle brush of your hand against his face?

you sat in wangsheng inn, next to a vibrant-haired adeptus, who was enjoying his tofu.

a hundred years ago, you’d met xiao. he was almost like a son to you. you didn’t know how you had lived this long, seemingly not aging a single year, but he introduced you to zhongli, who, almost instinctively, knew you weren’t what you said you were.

you didn’t know how to feel about zhongli.

there was no animosity there, and when xiao had pleaded for you to calm down, and not throw a chair at the retired geo archon’s face, you had reluctantly listened.

through zhongli’s tone, you felt nothing but regret. it was like he was skirting around something, but every time he moved to speak on it, he was physically unable to do so.

you left him be.

and then, you asked xiao to give you any updates on a blonde, half-masked man, showing him a photo that you kept in the locket around your neck.

xiao had never seen him before.

but zhongli had. he just couldn’t say.

and so, day after day, you traversed the land, occasionally returning to wangsheng, never being able to bring yourself back to the decimated lands of khaneri’ah.

the closest you got was enkanomiya. how you managed to sneak in there, you didn’t know. but a familiar presence swooped from corner to corner, a pain in your heart close to unbearable.

hilichurls seemed to naturally leave you alone. you were glad, for how could you possibly slay your family?

you always seemed to miss dainsleif by just one day.

[suna-rinn]

too little, too late

pairing: kaeya x reader

category: angst

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you’d caught his eye the day you met.

leaning against the gates of mondstat, anemo vision gently fluttering against your clothing.

“i’m [name].” you said, a small smile gracing your face.

“kaeya. knights of favonius.” he smirked back, taking your hand.

and while he would constantly flirt, he seemed to shy away almost instantly when you ever returned the sentiment.

if only you knew how much it weighed on him.

“my prince, have you-“

“dainsleif.” kaeya cut him off. “you are asking me to choose between my past and my future.”

“but my prince, you are our last hope. what of the people who lost their lives? your parents, they-“

“how dare you.” kaeya hissed. dainsleif flinched back. “do you think i wanted this burden? do you think i wanted to carry a nations dead legacy on my shoulders? to carry out their wishes against the gods?”

dainsleif sighed. “i suppose not, my prince. i apologise. i’ll leave you to your thoughts once more.”

and so, the house was silent again.

he could only think of you.

a gorgeous smile, the lingering touches, a charming laugh.

he didn’t deserve any of it.

unable to fulfill their final wishes, unable to satisfy himself, the only thing he could deserve in life was to live a life alone.

he didn’t need to burden anybody else.

so he’d keep you at arms length.

[suna-rinn]

Relapse

p. 1 maybe

category- angst

pairing- dainsleif x reader

A/N: archon quest got me thinking and stuff

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you awoke with a gasp, cold sweat coating your body.

rapid breaths escaped you, hands curled into the sheets desperately trying to persuade yourself back to the modern day.

“run.” he had said.

but how far could you run without him?

without dain, you were lost.

you had a vision. overwhelmingly pathetic is the only emotion you got from it.

a citizen from khaneri’ah, with a vision from the very gods that decimated your land?

unfathomable, and almost laughable.

the nightmares were common. you had no idea whether or not dainsleif was alive, with only the memory of his sad smile haunting your memories.

you should’ve stayed.

what is life without dain, if not empty?

you sighed, dressing yourself.

only a walk could clear your head now.

the dark night sky was always beautiful, but as you sat leaning against the geo archon’s statue by the chasm, you found yourself scoffing.

what made you worthy of being here, in place of all the lives lost from the very god you were leaning against?

footsteps resounded behind you, a surprising noise considering not many dared step foot in the chasm.

you turned, confused on who it may be.

as quickly as they appeared, you only managed to see a glimpse of them walking back into a strange sort of blue portal.

but… that hair. the demeanor, even the slightly altered outfit.

the way he carried himself. there was no mistake as to what you just saw.

that was your dain.

whether he didn’t notice you there, or he sneaked up on you and left as quickly as he came, you had to see him again.

had to feel his warmth, his touch, comfort him.

because now, you knew you weren’t the only one alive with such a guilty conscience.

[suna-rinn]

Gone, Gone, Thank You

category- angst (right person, wrong time)

pairing- kazuha x reader

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they say that once caged birds are released, they’re free to roam.

but if they find one another once more, they’re meant to be.

you smiled, sitting on a rock next to the rito shoreline.

the days continued to pass since the last time you had seen kazuha.

like two elusive birds, you never seemed to catch each other in time.

since tomo’s duel with the shogun, kazuha seemed lost, untrusting, and doubtful. reasonably so, of course.

but it pained you to not be able to do anything, because once the duel is over, he swiftly fled inazuma, and hadn’t been back since.

from that day forward, you sat by the rito shore to watch the sun set, hoping to see your lover return once more.

but the sun rose and set, and each ship that came into the harbor was one you weren’t seeking.

perhaps you just weren’t destined to meet again, doomed to run in circles for eons.

[suna-rinn]

Home

diluc x gn!reader

fluff

no warnings

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it was late at night when he returned home.

it had been a long day for him. first, he had to deal with kaeya getting drunk by noon in the tavern.

and then the bard didn’t pay his tab. again.

“i’m barbatos! you wouldn’t be here without me!” he declared.

“for fucks sake, venti.” diluc sighed, slowly undressing as he slipped into bed with you. “just pay the bill.”

you stirred at the disturbance you felt in the bed, feeling dilucs worried gaze on you.

“i’m sorry, love. did i wake you?”

“‘s okay, ‘luc.” you whispered groggily, hardly awake. “glad you’re home.”

you curled up into his side, dragging him to lay down. you tangled your fingers in his hair, brushing the knots out from a long day at work.

“missed you.” he whispered in your ear, soft touches flitting here and there.

“missed you more.”

[suna-rinn]

thinking abt... how no one has ever loved asmo. truly loved him, for who he is and not just because of his physical appearance. after his fall from the celestial realm, he was only ever seen as his sin; only ever treated like an object to be disposed of after it had no longer served its purpose. eventually, that's the way he began to see himself. years upon years of plastic surgery, makeup, and skincare routines still couldn't stop the negative thoughts from gnawing at him on the nights he can't find it in himself to get any beauty sleep. asmodeus believes his looks are all he has left, so why should he strive to look anything other than perfect?

[suna-rinn]

Professor?

in which, your history professor zhongli is surprised to see you show up at his office door, late at night, begging for a passing grade.

category- fluff

warnings- none

A/N: there’ll definitely be a part two when i get around to it. i’m back <3

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you were definitely screwed.

at first, it seemed like a good idea to sign up for the history course. not because you were good at history, no.

but because the professor was really, really hot.

professor zhongli was a fine man. a species of his own, one could say.

neat, long hair, almost always tied back in a ponytail, with piercing golden eyes, and black glasses. his attire was always fitting, with a white dress shirt, his sleeves rolled back, black pants, and brown loafers.

he was undeniably attractive.

which brings us back to the problem of failing the class currently.

you paced outside of your professors door, nervous to knock.

suddenly, the door opened, causing you to jump, since you were lost in your thoughts.

“oh. hello, [name]. why are you here, so late at night?” zhongli asked, shirt halfway unbuttoned, clearly ready to go home.

you quickly averted your eyes from his bare chest on display, suddenly finding the wall extremely interesting.

“oh! i apologize professor, i seem to have caught you at a bad time. i’m truly sorry, but i really need to pass your class, and i was wondering if there was any way i could make that happen?” you laughed, more nervous than you were before.

zhongli sighed, obviously irked.

“[name], you’re a bright student. i know you haven’t missed any of your assignments, but i’ve always been confused as to why your work is always so poor. you made it into the class, your work is supposed to reflect your ability.”

he definitely wasn’t subtle with the fact that he was disappointed.

“to be honest, professor, i didn’t sign up for your class because of the curriculum,” you stated, face getting redder by the second.

zhongli raised an eyebrow. “oh? why else would you attend my class?”

oh god. this is really happening.

“…because i thought you were attractive, sir.”

zhongli coughed, clearly shocked by your statement. “ah. that’s… that’s certainly ample reason, i suppose.”

there is absolutely no way you just said that aloud.

“you know what, [name]?” he smiled, suspiciously happy by the outcome of events, “maybe we can work something out.

[suna-rinn]

i’m still alive, just writers block

[suna-rinn]

Legend

pairings- venti x reader

category- angst

warnings- death, khaneri’ah spoilers? archon quest spoilers

In which, there was a legend of Barbatos and his former lover, but only a certain bard remembers it.

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Aether and Paimon stared at the stone by the Windrise statue, attempting to decipher the meaning of it.

“Here lies the one most faithful to me. Throughout heaven and earth, they alone, were the honored one.”

“Throughout heaven and earth.. they alone were the honored one? What is that supposed to mean? It can’t be Venti, because he’s still here... And he never mentioned anything about his friend being buried at Windrise.” Paimon wondered, a hand on her chin.

Aether nodded, also curious to what the headstone meant. 

Suddenly, a branch snapped behind them, causing them both to turn around, alert.

“Whoa, whoa! Traveler, Paimon, what are you doing here?” A smiling bard greeted them, lyre vanishing into thin air as he walked closer. 

“Hi, Venti! We were just looking at this headstone! We come here often, but we never really noticed it. Do you know whose grave this is?” Paimon spoke, floating closer to the bard.

Venti’s expression grew sad for a split second, before putting on a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Of course I do! Have you ever heard the tale of the Princess and the God?”

“The Princess and the God...? What a lame name... But no, we haven’t! Tell us, tell us!” Paimon shouted, Aether nodding his head to agree.

“Of course, Traveler.”

And so, he began.

Long ago, an almighty god fell in love with the princess of a faraway land named Khaneri’ah. Whilst the nation didn’t truly have a hierarchy, she had treated everyone well, and helped even when she couldn’t take care of herself.

And so, she was the leader of them.

One day, suddenly, the God of Freedom descended onto Khaneri’ah.

But Khaneri’ah was a godless nation, and he wasn’t welcomed. Only one didn’t turn him away, and instead welcomed him to rest until he continued his journey. 

That person was the princess. 

While Barbatos had nobody else, the princess was with him, and he ended up extending his stay much, much longer than a couple months. 

Inevitably, he fell in love with her. And when he finally confessed, he was overjoyed to find that she returned his feelings.

They were supposed to live happily ever after. That’s how the stories go, right?

How badly he wished that had happened. But the God of Time didn’t wish it to be so.

When the God of Time discovered Barbatos’ relationship with the girl, she was infuriated. Gods were immortal beings, and weren’t supposed to let themselves get attached to such things. 

And so, the destruction of Khaneri’ah was ordered. 

The city fell into ruins, and Barbatos had no control over his own actions. When he finally came to, he was terrified to look down in his lap, and see his love barely alive. 

Hanging on by the thinnest thread, she smiled, and uttered the words,

“It wasn’t your fault. It never was, my love.” 

And her body grew limp, chest stopped heaving, hand on his cheek grown cold. 

The last thing Barbatos clearly remembered, was her cold hands on his cheeks, faces inches away from each other. 

The princess and the God.

[suna-rinn]

Not Yet

sub!diluc x afab!reader

category- smut

warnings- smut, slight daddy kink, mommy kink, dilucs divorced, humiliation, degradation

i cant put a page break, it deletes the whole thing, i’m sorry for any inconvenience!

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there was no denying that diluc ragnvindr was attractive. 

his hair stood out wherever he went, a bright shining red. his frame was large, and he had a voice that could make you melt. 

you could even go as far as to say that he was one of the most attractive men you’d ever had the honor of meeting. 

and as if it couldn’t get any better...

he was recently divorced with a daughter.

oh, you ate that right up. after all, you noticed the way he looked at you, at your figure, eyes entranced in the way you walked, talked, and associated with people.

even whilst he had a wife, you caught him staring at your assets multiple times, holding his daughter’s bag over his groin. 

you never thought it would come this far. 

diluc’s face was flushed underneath you, eyes glassy and unfocused.

“hey... you out already? i haven’t even fucked you dumb yet, pretty boy.” you laughed, one hand slowly pumping his dick, as your other hand grabbed his face, forcing him to focus on you.

“come on, diluc. where’d that big, strong daddy i know go? focus up.” you whispered, close to his ear. 

“i can’t- please, [name], i can’t-” 

“can’t what? use your words, di.” you sneered, hand speeding up a bit. 

“please- need you, need you so bad.” he begged, hips bucking into your hand.

“aw... you’re so needy it’s cute.” you sighed, taking your hand off his cock, enjoying the whimper he made when you ceased contact.

shifting your underwear to the side, you took hold of his dick, preparing to lower yourself down.

you gasped when diluc suddenly took hold of your hips, slamming you down unexpectedly.

“’m sorry- need you- please please please-” 

you slowed your momentum down, getting close to his face.

“oh? my, my... i wonder what your daughter would think of this. big, strong daddy, a whimpering mess for me?”

glassy eyes met yours, as diluc desperately bucked upwards.

“i suppose since you’re such a needy bitch, you can do the work yourself, yeah?” you laughed.

“of course mommy- oh my god-” he gasped, unable to make a full sentence as he came.

diluc kept his cock inside as he caught his breath, confused and oversensitive when you started to move again.

“tired already?” you laughed. “i haven’t even cum yet.”

[suna-rinn]

You

in which, everyone is born with a soulmate mark, but when you finally find who yours belongs to, he rejects it.

pairing- xiao x reader

category- angst

warnings- hahahah angst

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everyone was born with a mark unique to them.

some had the first words they spoke to each other, some had an object that would be special to just them and their special person, and some people had a mark that was so unique, it was never even heard of.

when you were born, a green mask with black flowing off it was marked onto your wrist.

your parents laughed, finding it unique, but as the years pressed on, you started to lose hope.

who was your soulmate? when would you cross paths with them?

and so, right as you were about to give up, the gods answered your hopes.

as you hauled yourself up onto the balcony of wangshu inn, tired from your day full of commissions, dragging your claymore behind you, you were mildly startled to see your usual seat occupied by a young man.

a green and black mask hung at his waist, his polearm leaning against the railing.

he turned around, hearing the scratching of your claymore against the floor.

“so it’s you.” he said, glancing at your face.

you couldn’t seem to tear your eyes from the mask on his hip.

“are you-“

“i’m your soulmate.” he interrupted you.

straight to the point, huh?

“what’s your name?” you asked, sitting next to him. you did your best to keep your excitement in.

“no need for such formalities. i’m not sticking around.” he whispered, finishing the last few bites of his almond tofu.

“what do you mean?” you asked sharply, turning your head to look at him.

auburn eyes, green and yellow hair flowing through the air.

“i cannot be bothered with such insignificant things such as love. i’m an adeptus, of higher order.” he replied.

so you were bound to an adeptus. such bonds weren’t impossible, but they were extremely rare.

and they didn’t tend to stay by their soulmates’ sides.

“what, you don’t even want to give this a shot?” you said indignantly, voice quivering.

“you cant possibly think you’re important enough for me to stay.” he whispered, placing his plate on his stool as he stood.

“i’ve been searching for you my whole life, and you’re not even going to try?” you shouted, tears streaming down your face. “you’re not even going to tell me your name?”

“xiao.” he answered, eyes flashing in the darkness. “liyue’s safety relies on me. i cannot be meddled by such a human.”

“at least show me your mark,” you sobbed. “just the slight consolence, please.”

xiao lifted up his shirt, to show a black heart wrapped in vines and roses, before shoving his shirt back down.

he picked up his jade polearm, before bowing to you, as if apologizing for finding you unimportant, and vanishing.

the last words you heard were,

“i’m not deserving of such a peaceful life. i’m sorry.”

how unfortunate for you, [name].

[suna-rinn]

The Past

pairing- xiao x reader

category- angst

warnings- xiao’s backstory spoilers

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Xiao wishes he could tell you how much you mattered to him.

But every time he finally mustered up the courage to open his mouth, and speak his feelings, it was as if his past friends flashed before his eyes, their deaths being replayed in his mind, as if the gods were giving reminders to him.

“Everyone leaves you eventually.”

So he might as well not tell you at all, right?

Because if the price to keep you safe was staying farther away from you, then everything was worth it.

So now, every time you came to him, it was always,

“I’m busy.”

“I have better things to do.”

And so, you decided to visit the only place you could visit when you needed peace.

Whilst others found Dragonspine to be terrifying, cold, and home to many enemies, you found it to be quiet, peaceful, and the place to be to avoid confrontation.

Time and time again, you found yourself drawn to the pulsing, large red object in Wyrmrest Valley, a source of heat, far from the problems of life you found yourself drowning in.

As you spoke your conflicts to the crimson heart of the dormant dragon, you heard wind, and footsteps from behind you.

You turned around, surprised to notice someone in your usual spot, even more so it being the quiet adeptus you had so taken a liking to.

“Hello, Xiao.” You spoke, mildly confused as to why he was here.

No words were spoken, as his eyes stared at the object in front of you, mouth open, looking terrified.

Xiao seemed to relive his past life whilst staring at the heart. Karmic debt overweighed him every so often, a remembrance that his life would never be fulfilled the way he wanted it to be.

“Xiao? Xiao. XIAO.” Your voice seemed to snap him back into reality.

You were up in his face, eyes peering into his.

“Are you alright?” You asked, concerned.

“I… I need to go.” He spoke, panicked and out of breath.

“Xiao, wait-” you said, wanting to know what was wrong.

“No. I’m sorry, [name]. Please, stay away from me.” He answered, back turned to you. “It’s best if we never interact again. For my own good, and yours.”

Why did life never go right for him? All he ever wanted was to be normal.

Perhaps he could never even have that.

[suna-rinn]

If Only

In which, your lover makes the wrong decision for the sake of being romantic, and regrets it in the end.

warnings- liyue archon quest spoilers

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the night he asked you out, xiao gave you a qingxin flower.

“this is a flower blessed by the archons,” he spoke, tucking it behind your ear. “it will never die, as long as i am by your side.”

“it resembles my love for you. please accept my feelings.”

and so, you took his hands in yours, smiling, and swore yourself to him.

the qingxin was always near you, every anniversary, xiao gave you more flowers, but none were more dear than the first one.

whether it was in a book, tucked into your hair, pinned to your clothes, through wind and rain, it stayed by your side, just like xiao.

if only he had stayed the one time you really needed him.

as the chamber fell from the sky, you fell to your knees in liyue harbor.

there was nobody else in the vicinity, but you couldn’t seem to leave the harbor.

every time you ran up the stairs, you seemed to loop back to the docks.

you were trapped.

and so, you sobbed, clutching the qingxin close to you as you begged your lover to be okay.

and as the chamber hit the water, waves crashed over you, as you desperately gasped for air, the ocean denying your need.

and as xiao floated with aether thousands of feet above you, his heart beat rapidly as he felt something go wrong.

racing to the ground with sudden urgency, he dropped aether to the docks as he looked for you.

your clothes were soaked, body pale, eyes closed, as if death offered slight condolence.

and as xiao wept, mourning the one soul he would’ve burned the world to the ground for, he pawed at the intact qingxin flower.

if only he had made you immortal, instead of the flower.

[suna-rinn]

i rolled because i wanted sucrose constellations... there goes my guaranteed kazuha :((

[suna-rinn]

To you, Four Years Later

in which, your best friend Diluc Ragnvindr passes away, and you receive a letter four years later.

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Dear [name],

I’m writing to you to wish you the best. If you’re seeing this, then I’m probably no longer with you, and couldn’t attend your wedding with Kaeya.

I didn’t have the nerve to say it in person, to your face, whilst I was still alive, so I decided to put it into a letter, and gave it to Diona to give to you, in the event that I died.

Diona obviously didn’t want to do it at first, but I just had to ensure that Draff would not receive any alcohol from my business any longer.

I only wish you the best, [name].You were clearly happy the last time I saw you, and if you’re happy, then that’s enough for me.

I just wish I could’ve said what i felt for you while I still had the chance.

I love you, [name].

Loved? Loved may be a better way to put it, since I am no longer alive. I’m sure that I loved you until my last breath, but you found someone else, and if you’re happy enough, then I’m happy for you.

I’m sorry it wasn’t me.

Best wishes,

Diluc.

[suna-rinn]

Greed

pairing- mammon x gn! reader

category- angst, fluff

warnings- violence

A/N: sorry i’ve been gone for a bit, schools been hectic.

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mammon slammed into the wall, pressure clawing at his chest, breaths coming out in rasps.

“again, mammon? when will you stop stealing for your own benefit?” lucifer snarled, hand still outstretched from throwing mammon into the wall.

“i can’t help it, it’s my nature.” mammon spoke, attempting to laugh, face twisting in pain after realizing it hurt too much.

“satan is wrath, but he’s working on his emotions. asmodeus is lust, but he’s trying to keep himself under control. what are you doing with your days, mammon?” lucifer sneered, glaring down at his brother.

“oh, don’t talk as if ya any better than me.” mammon spat. “avatar of pride, my ass. do ya take pride in the fact that i do my best for ya, but ya take my help, shove it up my ass, and turn to ya precious lord diavolo instead?”

the look lucifer gave mammon was scathing.

“don’t you dare-“

“oh, fuck off, luci. don’t give me that shit anymore, i take care of all of ya when ya need help and this is what i get. take of ya own damn self.” mammon said, wobbling to his feet to storm past the avatar of pride, and back to his room.

you sat up as you heard the door open.

“hey mams. you alright?” you asked, smile slowly fading when you saw the limp he had walking towards you.

“yeah, fine. scooch over, will ya?” he groaned, flopping onto the bed.

when mammon was comfortable, you moved yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and laying your head on his chest.

“you know i’m always here, right?” you whispered, face buried into his chest.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it. you bein here is enough for me.” he smiled, running a hand through your hair.

he wondered if you knew he could only sleep with you around.