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in-love-with-france-and-cardinal · 3 years ago

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Imagine!Ex-archon Reader

Okay so this is the whole reason for me finally making a tumblr account. Idk if someone wrote this yet, but I can't find it so here we are.

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Reader! born from the stone-cold opposition shared between the elemental Light Realm and abyssal Void Realm.

God Reader! belonged to neither side, aiding the Primordial One in creating the Human Realm. She dreamed of a place suitable for life to grow and achieve.

God Reader! stood by Byakuyakoku when all but one turned their backs on them. She worked tirelessly with Aberaku no Mikoto to build the Dainichi Mikoshi. It was her light that protected the people from Bathysmal Vishaps until the device was completed.

God Reader! explored the world and befriended other beings. She helped them become stronger in every aspect of their self for she cannot bare to keep losing those close to her. In her many travels, she found a familiar in a dragon/bird hybrid. Perhaps, she won't be so lonely anymore.

God Reader! prioritized protecting those below her during the Archon War. Her domes of golden light were safe havens for all creatures to escape the destruction of gods.

God Reader! always heard the pleas of humans when they prayed for strength to achieve their goals. One night the fighting between two gods drew the land's monsters to a small village. A man whispered his wish to protect his family from the hell raging around him before charging into battle. God Reader! saw, no felt, this man's wish. This man's ambition. He wanted nothing more than the safety of his family. Touched by his will, she lended him her power.

God Reader! created medallions for those whose ambitions were unwavering. Medallions that allowed these people to harness the power of light. However, once the goal was achieved, the medallion would be returned.

God Reader! fell in love in the midst of a war. She met the amber-eyed god in secret tunnels he carved just for them. It was dangerous if the other gods found this weakness, but having her in his arms was worth the risk.

God Reader! sat amongst the Eight Archons that now ruled over Teyvat because Celestia would not permit a god to exist outside of their bubble. Even so, she refused presiding over a specific territory. She preferred the freedom to roam where she could help others grow. It was only the immense dedication of three followers that persuaded her to establish her small territory.

Archon Reader! was give many titles but the one she enjoyed the most was the one given to her by the people of Liyue. Our Lady, they called her after she tied the knot with their archon. It was always a sight for them to see the Rex Lapis walking around the harbor with his kind wife.

After much thought and discussions, Light Archon Reader! evolved her medallions into something greater. She combined her extensive knowledge, power, and will to create Visions.

Archon Reader! admired the resilience of a godless nation. The Kingdom of Khaenri'ah was smart and adaptive. She spent so much time there, the people barely recognized her as a god. Those in Khaenri'ah dreamed of dreaming, of achieving, and in this environment she thrived like never before.

Archon Reader! scoffed at the fear rising in Celestia. The high and mighty quaked at the prospect of humans becoming more powerful than them.

Archon Reader! might have been able to Khaenri'ah's best alchemist, Gold, from a destructive path but was never given the chance to.

Archon Reader! who, in her final moments, was surrounded by her fellow archons. They gave no comfort as they sent their elemental skills at her.

Betrayal was bitter on the Archon Reader!'s tongue as she took her last breath.

With all that said, imagine...

The Traveller is gathered in the Mondstat's Acting Grand Master's Office with people he met a few days ago. Everyone is tired because they just can't find information on the dragon terrorizing the city. Suddenly, Amber bursts through the door with a huge grin on her face.

"One of the patrols spotted a purple bird flying over Wolvendom!" she says between pants.

Even Paimon can see the tiny tension released in Jean's shoulders at this statement.

"Good. Kaeya, be at the gate to inform [Name] of everything that's happened. She should be there by the time the sun rises."

The blue haired man nods, a ghost of a smile on his face.

"Uh...who is this [Name] and why does everyone seem relieved she's here?" Paimon asks with a tilt of her head.

"If anyone is going to know what we're dealing with, it's [Name]. She's basically a walking encyclopedia," Kaeya chuckles.

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Anyways, that's my idea. I'll expand more on this later because I have so many thoughts on this, I just don't have the energy to write it all out into a full story.

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in-love-with-france-and-cardinal · 3 years ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

in which you comfort dainsleif’s abyssal insecurities, and remind him he’s worthy of the same love he gives you

; nobody asked for this but you shall receive nonetheless- I hope it’s okay siejshge

; 4/22/21

; Fluff/Reverse Comfort

; CW: physical touch, kissing, etc.

The stars and abyss frowned upon the boy in blue. Golden hair, starry eyes, skin white as a lily, yet he was stained; he was corrupted. From the tips of his fingers (that once held the fate of a city) to the expanse of his shoulder (where he still carried the sins of his homeland), he was drenched in black-

inky, pitch black.

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in-love-with-france-and-cardinal · 3 years ago

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may i interest you in my: single father zhongli agenda

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in-love-with-france-and-cardinal · 3 years ago

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Is that aph France with om! Simeon’s outfit!? My two favorite fandoms!

Do you have any long hetalia fanfiction recommendations?

Oh yeah, that's France with om!Simeon's outfit✨ a very nice person drew it for me a couple of years ago, and it stayed cause I liked it sooo much. I've been in love with France as a country in general for a long time and then Hetalia came and he became my fav too heh

I haven't read fanfiction of the fandom in a very long while so I sadly have no recommendation :( I just remember that years ago I read a very nice France x reader fic on DeviantArt (if I am not mistaken), feat Germany. It was basically the aftermaths of WW2, and how broken France was after the events of The Fall of France, and there was a strong scene of Germany coming to awkwardly apologize and return the flag that fell from the outside of his house... And generally comfort provided to France by reader... But I couldn't find it anymore and I tried a few times 😭 seems like it was deleted, such a pity honestly, I just remember it was hella good 😢

But actually... I remember there was a collection of 2p France (dad) and Canada (son) drabbles I liked, with reader working as their housekeeper.

You can check it out if you'd like!

https://archiveofourown.org/series/165581

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in-love-with-france-and-cardinal · 3 years ago

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THE BEAUTIFUL AND DAMNED

:: i ── spoilers for the latest quest and dainsleif’s backstory, khaenri’ahn reader, use of MC instead of Y/N, unspecified traveller

:: ii ── dainsleif ( + mentioned halfdan )

:: iii ── even the immortal need their moments of rest, just ignore how pouty this one seems to be at the mere notion of a vacation he desperately needs.

With only the light of the nearby fire, now dimmed compared to when the Traveller left it, the flowers seemed much more ethereal than what your cursed memory allowed you to recall. Moments buried beneath the traumatic destruction of your homeland, treasured memories of plucking the flowers from the ground to place in a vase to admire days to come, or threading them into makeshift crowns to bestow upon your beloveds when times were simpler.

There weren’t gods to loathe with every cursed fibre of your being, no Abyss Order that threatens to swallow the honour of your homeland and render it meaningless with a revival that will do nothing more than make the citizens suffer more— there was only paperwork to be completed before strolling between walls of the castle with Dainsleif at your side when not watching the knights and guard training in their stations or making the children smile with simply acknowledging their existence.

Though your nobility matters not, you give the small bouquet a blessing, a final good deed for the fallen people the bouquet was for, before making your way back to a dazed Dainsleif. Pain and a tiredness you were both intimately familiar with were etched into his features, rendering him too weak to try and resist the way your fingers gingerly pried his mask off.

“Dainsleif, dear, we need to take a rest.” Your voice is hardly a whisper, as if it was afraid to ruin the perverted calmness of the eerie quietness of the Chasm. “You said it yourself; that device took a toll too great on us to just walk it off.”

You can’t help but push his hair back a bit to press a chaste kiss to the normally covered area just above the masked eye— something that, even back in the simpler times, managed to calm Dainsleif down just a bit, if his appreciative hum was anything to go by.

“There are more important things than our recovery, MC,” Dainsleif says after a beat of silence. His eyes remain closed, though a sigh draws you away from the tranquility that’s since replaced the torment.

“I suspect that the device was connected to the ‘Loom of Fate’ operation that is still underway—”

You cut him off with a finger to his lips. “We can’t stop them if we’re as weak as we are now, and I’m sure we’ve bought some time to thwart their plans with the destruction of the device. We can rest, Dainsleif. I know you want to confront them and put an end to this, but with our current conditions, that is not an option we have.”

Dainsleif’s hum of acknowledgment let you know he’s at least listening, if anything.

“Perhaps… we should take that Paimon’s advice; we both deserve a vacation.”

Dainsleif almost flinched at the mere idea of relaxation, and you know he’s going to protest the notion once again, opening his eyes only to glare at you. Perhaps he’ll even repeat the whole ‘this word has no business being in my vocabulary’ spiel that he used with Paimon with how offended he seems. Though, it’s easy enough to silence him with a comforting squeeze of his hand (that you’ve taken into your own during the rare liberty the silence gave you).

“We can recover both physically and mentally if we take a vacation, Dainsleif. Maybe it’ll be like old times, with me leading you around in passages to see better views from the castle.” Dainsleif seems to hesitate after your statement, as if the idea hadn’t occurred to him— which was likely, with all his protests thus far.

“You know we just can’t go back to old times, nor could we fully relax enough to even try and mimic that,” he finally says with a sigh. It’s not hard to know that he’s already thinking up ways the Abyss Order could ambush either of you, of what might go wrong if you aren’t always on your guard, of what might happen if you don’t grasp the threads of a lead recent events.

“Dainsleif.” It’s only now that he looks up from where his gaze settled on the floor, not used to hearing that tone of yours outside of more serious matters. Perhaps this was also serious now.

“We’ve done this for ages already. There’s not much the Abyss can do in such a short amount of time during our small vacation that could surprise us, or be too different from what they’ve already done. If we don’t take a rest, we would have wasted our time getting this far, and Halfdan’s sacrifice would have been in vain.

I know we can’t go back to old times, but a cursed man can certainly dream, couldn’t he?”

Dainsleif seems to have figured out your point, and a defeated sigh leaves him— he always was such a worrywart, and you’re glad that the curse didn’t erode at him too much. He’s still the Dainsleif that’s guarded your safety with his life, who you fell in love with, who you shared every secret and worry with, your Dainsleif.

No matter how many years have passed and how the curse chips away at the very existence of you both, there were some things no gods could have taken from either of you, and you hope that he remains and doesn’t fall with the rest of what’s left of your home.

“Let’s get going, dear. I’ll let you choose where we’ll go. I’ve heard that there should be more flowers blooming around this time of year in Teyvat.”

With that, you secure his mask into place, and make sure to not comment on the fond smile he’ll deny he has.

Teyvat almost feels… peaceful. Without chasing Abyss Heralds or assisting the traveller with finding their sibling, it’s now a time where you could actually look around and admire the views that are familiar yet so foreign. There were birds who sang tunes of all kinds, flowers sprouting in all sorts of colours, and skies dyed a blue so deep (but not one is a better hue than when you gaze in Dainsleif’s eyes). It all reminds you of back home, a place you could never return to— or, at least, not yet.

Dainsleif’s touch pulls you our of your musings, and you’re glad. The flower crown in your hand that you’ve been absentmindedly making has been finished for a bit, it seems, and you’ve apparently mused so much that you didn’t even notice when Dainsleif pulled himself off of your back to lay down at your side, and now that you’re out of it, he’s beckoning you down to meet him. It could stain your clothing, remnants of robes worn by nobility of a land lost still as pristine as ever— but you can’t bring yourself to care, placing the crown upon Dainsleif’s head before laying down.

He seems almost satisfied with your cooperation, and as always, never comments on what you’ve bestowed upon him, only ever adjusting it so no insects nor wind could ruin and take away such an innocent show of affection.

It’d almost be sinful to break the silence with words spoken aloud, and so you make do with holding his hand before turning your gaze away from him— even if you could truthfully spend your days only looking at him like nothing else in this life mattered beyond the man your tragic story is so intertwined with, if given the choice.

There’s no promise of another moment of peace within your cursed eternity with the Twilight Sword, no promise of stopping to admire the sunset over ruins of civilisations you rarely explore, no promise of sharing a kiss before throwing yourselves into yet another battle—

And yet, there was always a promise of another day of wandering together, a promise that the sun will rise and set during your adventures and investigations with Dainsleif, no matter what. There’s always a time that’ll eventually come where you could offer him support no one else could, where he’d be your prince and not a shell of a once-envied honourable captain. There could be times where, like now, with you turning to look at him to make sure he isn’t allowing his worries to come before any other priority, the world would be at peace for just long enough to allow you to treasure what little you have left.

You sat back up, doing your best attempt of brushing off the greenery off your back before shuffling around to be sitting behind Dainsleif. He starts to rise from where he laid, but you were a bit quicker with pulling his unsuspecting self into your lap (or, at the very least, just his head).

“The ground isn’t the best pillow, dear. Didn’t I tell you that this was for our recovery? We can’t do that with sore necks!”

No protests come from Dainsleif— though, he may have predicted some of your stunts with how long he’s spent at your side, so much time being on the receiving end of your seemingly endless benevolence and affections no matter if it had been a day where no clouds tainted the sky or the walls collapsed in on you, you’d always give him a smile his position shouldn’t be worthy of receiving.

Though you going through his hair with his head on your lap is a relatively new development, Dainsleif couldn’t find it within himself to deny the way your touch ghosts over his scalp to rid of whatever caught in his hair or in his new crown. He could reasonably deny you, get up or just flop back onto the ground in an undignified manner, any of them at any time— but with how even a curse from gods themselves couldn’t take away the fondness you held for your people and the love for him.

“Dainsleif, have I ever told you that I loved you?”

He stiffened underneath your touch, but you continue.

“It’s hard not fall in love with someone as capable, reliable, knowledgeable— even when I first met you on those old training grounds, I looked up to you because of all the stories the servants and other nobility told me about. None of their stories were anything less than exciting, and even now, you’ve never disappointed.

You’ve only ever made me proud to have you as my protector, my companion, and my lover. I figured I’d tell you, now that there’s nothing to worry about.”

You almost feel as though perhaps you’ve said too much, too early, but his hands come up to rest upon yours in Dainsleif’s reassurance, his fingers grazing over your knuckles before settling back on top. If you were to die right here and let the sight of a smiling Dainsleif whispering an “I love you, too”, you knew you’d die the happiest being that’s ever lived.

It’s almost as if all the suffering you’ve been through together has built up to this perfect ending, a love story meant to be held sacred and secret to these two beings that meant the world to each other in spite of the gods who have forsaken them.

“Since I’m nobility, wouldn’t that now make you my beloved prince?”

“There’s more important matters at hand than marriage and titles, you know—”

“We’re not going to do in a church, if that’s your problem. I recall some families that only had small ceremonies with a handful of attendees.”

Dainsleif sighed, giving you a lighthearted glare.

“Why are you thinking of marriage?”

“If we’re both cursed with eternity, there’d be no way for death to do us part, and we’ve already practically started spending eternity together. We might as well make it official.”

:: iv ── take my way of coping with the quest. i am emotionally damaged from this and feel guilty over all the hilichurls i have massacred. the little epilogue thingy is my being in a silly goofy mood.

:: v ── @0hollowpurple0, @lnlywar-god, @lovelyy-moraxx

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in-love-with-france-and-cardinal · 3 years ago

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⭒ dainsleif/reader: beneath a blackened sky ⭒

the pretty man is pretty. i want to hold his hand so bad i know he needs it.

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pairing: dainsleif/reader

characters: dainsleif

genre: fluff

word count: 730

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Though the slope of Starsnatch Cliff is breathtaking during the day—flowing green grass and white Cecilias dancing in the wind, often under a cloudless blue sky—it’s even more beautiful at night. The grass takes on a darker, bluer hue, and in the light of the bright white moon the flowers dotting the cliff seem to glow. The sky remains clear, albeit turned an inky black, countless stars sparkling like rhinestones lightyears away.

Sitting cross-legged with the moon at your back, you fiddle with the strand of white flowers in your hands as you gaze upward. A mess of scattered, broken stems and petals lays around you, a testament to the woven work you hold.

You hear his footsteps, the thumping of his boots muted on the grass, before he comes into view. Dainsleif stands to your right, cape and blond hair lifting with the breeze. He makes no move to sit beside you, only leaning down to hand over the flowers you’d sent him to pick. You glance at him as you take them, your fingers brushing against his, and find his eyes on you.

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the parent trap | diluc x reader | masterpost

a modern, parent trap AU, diluc x f!reader.

❝do you…do you still love me, after all this time?❞

twelve years ago, you got married to a man who had swept you off your feet in a little under two years. diluc was like a prince out a of storybook; effortlessly charming, strikingly handsome, and a kind man. you were supposed to live happily ever after at that winery, running a wedding planning empire, having a family, and growing old together.

until it all goes off script with a divorce.

flash forward, and the only remnant of diluc that is with you is your daughter, dawn. the only piece of you that remains with diluc is your other daughter and dawn’s twin sister, phoenix.

it isn’t until both of your children get you and your ex-husband in a bit of mess that you realize that maybe, just maybe, you still harbor feelings for diluc.

or maybe it’s the wine talking.

pairing; diluc x reader.

au; the parent trap, modern AU.

tags; slow burn! idiots-to-lovers (again?)! angst but mostly humor! actually i lied! it’s a lot of angst too!

author’s notes; shout out to my younger sister for making me watch the parent trap. that was incredibly fitting for diluc, so i have decided to write a fic on it! i’ve fallen in love with this movie, so most of it will be based on it. the only difference would probably be characters and the exact time in which this takes place. if you haven’t watched the parent trap, you’re in for a surprise! please let me know if you’d like to see a tag list :D

table of contents;

1. ashes and ashes

2. phoenix

3. dawn

4. embers

5. charred

6. up in flames

7. burning out

8. trial by fire

9. icarus’ wings

epilogue. set your heart aflame

bonus.

i. prequel - when forever fell apart

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MC: *looking at themselves into the mirror*

*feeling insecure about their body*

MC: Barb? What do you see in the mirror? *turns around to face him*

Barbatos: *smiles* *looks at them lovingly* My spouse's eternal beauty.

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in-love-with-france-and-cardinal · 4 years ago

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more stuff that happened mostly by accident! I banged out the sketches one night after work and then just sat down and finished one whenever I had the time. this style is so fun that it was sorta like stress relief!

except Vil who I kept redoing but nevermind

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in-love-with-france-and-cardinal · 4 years ago

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So I did a thing

A Hades and Persephone thing :)

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in-love-with-france-and-cardinal · 4 years ago

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All in Time (Lillia Vanrouge X Reader)

* • MC went back home, even though she wanted to stay. She would have stayed for the friends and the family that she had made along the way. She would have stayed for the love she had found. She would have stayed for him, for Lilia.

* • He had told her to return. Told her to think about her family and friends who love her. That she should not suffer the loss of losing them, whether it be to time or to another world.

* • She wanted him to fight for her. Tell her to stay. She would have stayed for him.

* • He wanted her to be happy, even if it was not by his side.

* • The day Mc left was filled with many tears and hugs.

* ♣ “Silver, take care of him, won’t you?” “Of course, Mc”

* ♣ “Sebek, don’t cry.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about MC!”

* ♣ “Tsunotaro, I’ll miss you.” “Child of man, you will be missed.”

* ♣ “Goodbye, dearie” “Goodbye, my love.”

* • She went back home, with words left unsaid.

* • After dealing with the chaos of missing for a couple of years, Mc was able to finally relax.

* • That’s when she noticed, she had missed her cycle for a few months now. So, with bated breath she had bought a few tests and checked.

* • She was positive.

* • She has no choice but to inform her family and friends and tell them the truth. Who took the news with mixed reactions.

* • “It’s only fair, after all I had left him a gift myself.” She had laughed to herself. She had left a letter for Lilia with a special ring inside. The ring was a simple silver band and had a small engraving inside with both their names: Lilia X Mc, I will love you in this life and the next. It was a matching set. One for him and one for her.

* • It was to show that she would always love him and only him. After all, she was stubborn.

* • She didn’t get to see his reaction. The look on his face when he read the letter or when he saw the ring.

* • Both of them wear the ring, both on their ring fingers. It will always be you, and no one else.

* Two years later:

* ¬ The pregnancy was an experience for MC. Her emotions always ranged from one spectrum to another because of the hormones. But she never regretted having her baby. Her cravings was out of the world. Literally. Some of the combinations of food she had wanted made her friends and family look at her weirdly. Must be a Vanrouge thing.

* ¬ She ends up having a baby girl.

* ¬ She adores her baby girl. With her pointed ears and her tiny fangs, who had the same hair color has MC, but Lilia’s eyes. The Diasomnia family would never let a would-be suitor within miles of her. Mc would laugh to herself. Thinking of the knights who would defend her, the dragon who would breathe fire, and especially the papa who can make people tremble in fear by just one look.

* ¬ Mc tries her best to raise her little girl.

* ¬ Her little girl who is as chaotic as her father. her daughter that loves floating around while her mother chases after her. Her daughter who loved to hang upside down and giggle at her. Her little one that loves to teleport here to there and causing mc to have a heart attack. Her little one that loves to float random items. Like Father like Daughter.

* ¬ MC’s heart aches from how much she misses him.

* ¬ Her daughter was mischievous. No doubt about that. She got it from her father definitely, not from her. Nope. Not at all. -cough cough-

* ¬ Speaking of mischievous baby girls

* ¬ Her baby girl had an abundance of power, being who her father is, that was no surprise.

* ¬ So much power that Mc and her baby was teleported to Twisted Wonderland.

* ¬ Teleported in the middle of a room that Mc does not recognize, with faces that she hasn’t seen in two years. Who are as shocked as her.

* ¬ A face that has changed and yet stayed the same. Eyes that looks just like her daughter’s. Her heart beats fast. Lilia.

* ¬ Her baby girl just giggles

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This is dedicated to @readressmeasduchess because I love her to pieces and her writing makes me go Doki Doki 💜❤️💜💙❤️😍💗💗 Please check out her works, they are astounding. Rea is amazing.

Omg, I can’t believe I posted this. I haven’t posted any fics for years ahahabsnznna

Damnit I love bat dad and he makes me feel things

I’m new to posting on tumblr so sorry for any weird formatting and stuff 👉👈

Low key have various ideas and scenes in my head. Also have scenes in my head for a malleus version. I literally got hit by a wrecking ball when this idea popped up. Would anyone be interested 👉👈

Thank you for reading💗💗💗

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