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[inkspelledtales]

Unlikely Mates

Genre: Omegaverse Romance

Themes: Self-discovery, acceptance, live, defying societal expectations

The Heirloom

Killian didn’t give Aki a chance to argue. Instead, he gestured toward the dorms, his voice calm but insistent.

“Come with me,” he said.

Aki blinked, unsure whether to be annoyed or intrigued. “What? Why?”

“I want to show you something. Trust me.”

Aki hesitated, every rational part of his mind screaming at him to say no. Yet, against his better judgment, he followed Killian across campus.

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*Killian’s Room*

When they reached Killian’s dorm, Aki was surprised by its simplicity. The space was neat, bordering on minimalistic. A navy comforter covered the bed, and framed photos of Killian’s team were the only decorations. For someone as larger-than-life as the hockey captain, his room was shockingly understated.

“Nice place,” Aki muttered, trying to sound nonchalant.

Killian flashed a brief smile before crossing to his desk. He opened a drawer and pulled out a small, weathered journal bound in cracked leather. The cover was faded, the edges frayed, as if it had been handled countless times over the years.

“This,” Killian began, holding the journal carefully, “belonged to my great-great-grandfather. It’s been passed down through my family for generations.”

He sat on the bed and gestured for Aki to sit in the desk chair. When Aki didn’t move, Killian rolled his eyes. “Relax, I’m not going to bite.”

Reluctantly, Aki sat, keeping a careful distance.

Killian opened the journal, flipping to a page filled with faded, spidery handwriting. “He wrote about something called ‘fated mates.’”

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*A Family Legacy*

Aki raised an eyebrow. “That sounds like something out of a bad romance novel.”

Killian smirked. “Yeah, it does. But back when secondary genders first started appearing, people believed it was real—a bond that connected two people on a level beyond logic or choice.”

He pointed to a passage on the page, the ink faint but still legible. Clearing his throat, Killian read aloud:

“A bond of the soul, unyielding and eternal. To find one’s fated mate is to find the other half of oneself, a connection unbroken by time or circumstance. It is a gift and a burden, for the bond demands vulnerability, trust, and courage.”

Aki shifted uncomfortably, the words stirring something he couldn’t quite name. “And you believe this?”

Killian shrugged, his fingers brushing over the journal’s fragile edges. “I don’t know. It sounds... far-fetched. But my grandfather swore it was real. He used to say it wasn’t just a myth—there were actual records of people who felt the bond, who couldn’t be apart without feeling incomplete.”

The sincerity in Killian’s voice caught Aki off guard. For someone so confident and grounded, the idea that he might believe in something so fantastical was almost unsettling.

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*Aki’s Doubts*

Aki frowned, skepticism hardening his features. “Why are you showing me this? What does it have to do with me?”

Killian closed the journal gently, his amber eyes locking onto Aki’s. “Because I think there’s more to us than coincidence.”

Aki’s heart skipped a beat, a reaction he hated himself for. He forced a scowl, leaning back in the chair. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” Killian said with a small smile. “But you can’t tell me you don’t feel it too.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and unshakable. Aki looked away, his pulse quickening.

“You’re just projecting,” he muttered, focusing on a random spot on the wall. “This... ‘fated mate’ thing—it’s a fantasy. A way for people to explain feelings they don’t understand.”

“Maybe it is,” Killian agreed, his voice calm and steady. “But what if it’s not?”

Aki didn’t respond, the question lodging itself in his chest like a splinter.

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*Unanswered Questions*

Killian leaned back, giving Aki space to process. “I’m not saying I have all the answers. Hell, I don’t even know what this means. But I know what I feel, Aki. And I’m not going to pretend it doesn’t exist just because it scares you.”

“Scares me?” Aki snapped, his defenses flaring.

Killian’s gaze didn’t waver. “Yeah. Scares you. Because it means you’re not as alone as you think you are.”

The words hit Aki like a punch to the gut. He opened his mouth to respond but found that he couldn’t.

Killian stood, carefully placing the journal back in the drawer. “You don’t have to believe me. Just... think about it.”

Aki stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. “I should go.”

Killian didn’t stop him. “Goodnight, Aki.”

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*Lingering Thoughts*

As Aki walked back to his dorm, his mind raced. He wanted to dismiss everything Killian had said—the journal, the idea of fated mates, the strange connection he felt every time Killian looked at him.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake the memory of Killian’s steady gaze or the quiet conviction in his voice.

For the first time in years, Aki found himself wondering if there was more to him—more to them—than he was willing to admit.

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Volume One: Winds of Desire

Chapter Five: The Bard and the Breeze

Reminder: Thoughts are in parentheses

As Venti retreated from the fountain square, his ever-cheerful expression remained intact until he rounded a corner, safely out of sight. His steps slowed, and with a resigned sigh, he rubbed at his itching nose. Despite the fading echoes of Alexandria’s laughter, his own amusement was dampened by the persistent tingling in his sinuses.

He found his way back to the base of the Archon statue—his sanctuary in the heart of Mondstadt. The towering stone figure of Barbatos loomed above him, its serene face tilted toward the sky. Venti dropped onto the grass, leaning back against the statue's base and setting his lyre across his lap.

Venti: grumbling under his breath "Of all the creatures Mondstadt could send my way, it just had to be a cat."

He sneezed loudly, the sound echoing faintly in the stillness of the late afternoon. Rubbing his nose again, he shot the statue a half-hearted glare, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

Venti: "You’re not laughing at me, are you, Barbatos? Some Archon you are."

The breeze swirled around him, tousling his hair and carrying with it the faint scent of flowers and apples. He chuckled softly, his irritation melting away as he strummed a few lazy chords on his lyre. His mind wandered back to Alexandria—the mysterious traveler with her quiet confidence and teasing smile.

Venti: "She’s an interesting one, isn’t she, Barbatos? Not like the others."

He played a light melody, each note echoing his thoughts. Her expression, caught somewhere between amusement and guardedness, lingered in his mind. Most people who met him either fawned over his music or treated him as the carefree bard he pretended to be. Alexandria had done neither.

Venti: smirking to himself "She knew. I’m sure of it. She knew I’m allergic to cats. And yet, she just let it happen. Bold, that one."

Despite his mild annoyance, he couldn’t help but feel intrigued. Alexandria wasn’t like the other travelers who passed through Mondstadt, wide-eyed and full of wonder. There was something in the way she moved, the way she spoke—an unspoken familiarity with the city, as though its rhythms were already ingrained in her.

Venti: softly, to himself "She doesn’t look at Mondstadt the way others do. It’s not awe in her eyes… it’s something else."

He leaned back, staring up at his own stone likeness, fingers absently plucking a lilting tune. The wind whispered around him, carrying with it a sense of mystery, one that only deepened his curiosity.

Venti: "A secret, perhaps? Oh, how fun. But why go to such lengths to hide it? Is it something worth protecting, or…"

He trailed off, the thought unfinished as he recalled her laugh. The sound had been unguarded, genuine—a fleeting glimpse of the person beneath the guarded exterior. He smiled despite himself, shaking his head.

Venti: "Who are you, Alexandria? And what are you hiding?"

The wind picked up, ruffling his tunic and carrying the distant sound of children laughing in the square. Venti closed his eyes, letting the breeze caress his face. He had long since learned to trust the whispers of the wind, and it was clear it had much to say about her.

But amidst his curiosity lay a faint thread of apprehension. He sat up, his melody faltering as a darker thought crept in.

Venti: quietly "What if her secret isn’t something I want to know? What if it’s something I can’t help?"

His gaze drifted to the horizon, where the setting sun painted the city in hues of gold and orange. As the guardian of freedom, he had seen secrets both wondrous and devastating. He knew better than most that not all truths brought joy.

For a moment, his usually carefree expression grew serious, contemplative. But as quickly as the thought had come, he dismissed it, brushing himself off and slinging his lyre over his shoulder.

Venti: grinning again, his mask firmly back in place "Well, a good bard doesn’t shy away from a story, no matter how it ends. And hers… oh, hers feels like a song worth singing."

The wind swirled playfully around him, carrying his words out into the open air. Humming a jaunty tune, Venti set off toward the tavern, his mind buzzing with plans to learn more about the enigmatic traveler. After all, the wind loved a good story, and Alexandria’s was one he intended to uncover, piece by piece.

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Unlikely Mates

Genre: Omegaverse Romance

Themes: Self-discovery, acceptance, love, and defying societal expectations.

Aki’s Doubts

Back in his dorm room, Aki paced restlessly, his mind buzzing with Killian’s words.

“Fated mates.” He muttered the phrase under his breath, shaking his head. “What kind of nonsense is that?”

He stopped by the window, staring out at the dark campus. The idea of fated mates felt absurd, like something ripped straight out of a cheesy romance novel. And yet, no matter how much he tried to dismiss it, a part of him couldn’t ignore the pull he felt toward Killian—the way the alpha’s presence seemed to steady him in a way nothing else had.

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling in his chest. Killian wasn’t just getting under his skin; he was dismantling every wall Aki had carefully built around himself.

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*The Journal*

Sitting on his bed, Aki pulled out his own journal, the leather cover smooth under his fingertips. It was his safe space, where he could untangle the mess of thoughts swirling in his head. He flipped to a blank page and started scribbling furiously:

Why does he keep pushing?

Why do I keep letting him in?

He’s just another alpha—so why does it feel different with him?

His pen hovered over the page as his thoughts spiraled. He hated how Killian made him feel exposed, like he was peeling back layers Aki didn’t even realize he had. Worse, he hated how some small, treacherous part of him wanted to believe in the possibility of something as impossible as fated mates.

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*Jamie’s Intervention*

A knock at the door pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Come in,” Aki called, hastily closing his journal.

Jamie poked his head in, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. “You okay?”

Aki forced a weak smile. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Jamie stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He perched on the edge of Aki’s bed, arms crossed. “You’re a terrible liar, you know.”

Aki sighed, leaning back against his desk chair. “What do you want, Jamie?”

Jamie shrugged. “I want to know what’s got you pacing around like a lunatic. Is this about Killian?”

Aki groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Why does everyone keep bringing him up?”

Jamie raised an eyebrow. “Because he’s clearly into you. And you’re clearly into him.”

“I am not—”

“Save it,” Jamie interrupted, holding up a hand. “I’ve been your roommate for all of five minutes, and even I can see the way you look at each other.”

Aki scowled, crossing his arms defensively. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jamie smirked, unfazed. “Sure I don’t. Look, I get it. Killian’s an alpha, and you’ve probably got, like, a million reasons to keep your guard up. But maybe—just maybe—you’re overthinking this.”

“Overthinking?” Aki repeated incredulously. “You think this is simple?”

“Maybe it is,” Jamie said with a shrug. “You’re making it complicated because you’re scared.”

Aki’s jaw tightened. “I’m not scared.”

“Sure you’re not,” Jamie said, standing and heading toward the door. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on with you two, but here’s some free advice: stop trying to figure out all the answers and just... see where it goes.”

As the door clicked shut behind him, Aki sat in silence, his mind racing.

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*The Weight of Doubt*

Jamie’s words lingered, much as Aki tried to push them away. See where it goes. How could he, when letting Killian in felt like stepping onto a ledge without knowing what was below?

He glanced at his closed journal, the words he’d written earlier taunting him. Killian’s insistence, his unshakable belief in the connection between them, had started to chip away at Aki’s resolve.

Could Killian really believe in something as impossible as fated mates?

And worse—was Aki starting to believe it too?

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Trust didn’t come easily to him, not with the way people had treated him his entire life. But Killian... Killian was different.

For the first time in years, Aki found himself facing the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t have to face everything alone.

[inkspelledtales]

Volume One: Winds of Desire

Chapter Four: A Cat’s Blessing and a Bard’s Dilemma

Remainder: Thoughts are in parentheses

The golden light of late afternoon cast long, warm shadows across Mondstadt. Alexandria wandered the cobblestone streets, letting the city’s charm envelop her. The distant hum of chatter, the clink of metal from blacksmiths at work, and the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze created a melody that seemed to mirror her own emotions—wistful yet hopeful.

She found herself drawn toward the towering statue of Barbatos near the cathedral. Its serene presence felt grounding amidst her inner whirlwind. At the base of the statue, surrounded by vibrant flowers and the steady murmur of the fountain, Alexandria sat on a wooden bench.

She leaned back, closing her eyes, the soft hymn of wind chimes from nearby balconies lulling her into a rare moment of peace. It wasn’t until she felt a gentle brush against her leg that she stirred.

Opening her eyes, she looked down to see a small gray tabby cat staring up at her with curious, unblinking eyes.

Alexandria: softly "Well, hello there."

The cat meowed softly, stepping closer. When she reached out, it nuzzled her hand before hopping gracefully onto her lap, curling up as if it had always belonged there.

Alexandria: "Aren’t you a friendly one? Guess I’m not the only wanderer here."

She chuckled, stroking the cat’s soft fur. For the first time since arriving in Teyvat, she felt truly at ease. The moment was simple, yet it filled her with a quiet contentment she hadn’t realized she was missing.

Her serenity, however, was short-lived.

Venti: "Well, well! If it isn’t Mondstadt’s newest traveler, basking in the presence of Barbatos himself!"

The cheerful voice startled her, and she looked up to see Venti skipping toward her with his lyre slung over his back. His grin was as carefree as ever, though his teal eyes sparkled with a mischievous light.

Alexandria: ("Oh no. He’s allergic to cats. Don’t panic. Just act natural.") "Venti. Fancy seeing you here."

Venti stopped a few feet away, his gaze falling on the tabby nestled comfortably in her lap. His smile faltered, just for a moment, before he plastered it back on.

Venti: "Ah, a feline companion! How charming. It seems you’re making friends wherever you go."

The cat turned its head, staring at Venti with the same calm curiosity it had shown Alexandria. Its tail flicked lazily.

Alexandria: "It just wandered up to me. I guess I have a way with animals."

Venti took a cautious step closer, rubbing his nose discreetly with the back of his hand.

Venti: sniffles slightly "How wonderful. Truly. Cats are such… enchanting creatures."

Alexandria suppressed a smile, her mischievous side winning over her sympathy.

Alexandria: "You can pet him if you want. He’s really friendly."

Venti’s smile grew strained as he hesitated. His voice, though cheerful, carried an edge of nervousness.

Venti: "Ah, no need! I wouldn’t want to disturb such a cozy scene. Besides, I wouldn’t want to, uh, scare the little guy."

The cat yawned, thoroughly unimpressed, and stretched languidly. Venti’s nose twitched again, and he took another subtle step back.

Alexandria: innocently "Are you sure? He seems to like you."

Venti waved a hand dismissively, though his movements were more abrupt than usual.

Venti: "Oh, absolutely sure. You two look like you’re sharing a moment. I wouldn’t dream of interrupting."

Despite his words, he lingered nearby, clearly trying to keep up the conversation while inching further from the cat.

Venti: "So, how are you finding Mondstadt? Has the breeze treated you well so far?"

Alexandria couldn’t help but smile, torn between amusement and guilt.

Alexandria: "It’s been wonderful. Mondstadt is even better than I imagined."

Venti’s expression softened, a genuine warmth breaking through his discomfort.

Venti: "That’s good to hear. This city… it has a way of capturing hearts. With Barbatos watching over us, how could it not?"

The cat suddenly stretched again, hopping off Alexandria’s lap. To her horror—and secret delight—it sauntered directly toward Venti.

Venti stiffened, his composure visibly slipping.

Venti: "Oh, dear."

The cat brushed against his leg, and his reaction was immediate. His cheerful demeanor cracked as he sneezed loudly, his voice strained but still attempting to sound pleasant.

Venti: "Such… affection! Truly a blessing!"

Alexandria quickly scooped up the cat, stroking its fur to calm it.

Alexandria: trying not to laugh "Maybe it likes your music."

Venti offered a weak chuckle, visibly relieved as she carried the cat a few steps away.

Venti: "Yes, yes, my melodies are irresistible to all creatures, it seems."

His voice was nasally, and he pinched his nose as if trying to ward off another sneeze.

Venti: "Ah, inspiration has struck! A song about cats, perhaps. I must go before the muse slips away!"

He hurried off, glancing back briefly to offer a sheepish wave. Alexandria watched him go, shaking her head in amusement.

Alexandria: to the cat "You’re trouble, you know that?"

The cat meowed innocently, curling up in her arms as she sat back down. She laughed softly, the tension from the encounter melting away.

Alexandria: ("Mondstadt really is full of surprises. And certain bards who are more entertaining than they realize.")

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Volume One: Winds of Desire

Chapter Two: Beneath a Cavalier Smile

Remainder: Thoughts are in parentheses

The morning sun bathed Mondstadt in a golden glow as Alexandria strolled through the bustling streets. The city was alive with activity—merchants hawking their wares, adventurers gearing up for the day, and children darting through the crowd with carefree laughter. It was hard not to feel at ease amidst such vibrancy.

The mouthwatering aroma of freshly baked bread wafted from the Good Hunter’s stall, and Alexandria’s stomach growled in protest. With a small smile, she decided to indulge in a simple breakfast. She approached the counter, eager for a moment of normalcy.

But just as she reached for her coin pouch, a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.

Kaeya: "Ah, if it isn’t the mysterious traveler from yesterday."

Her heart skipped a beat as she turned to see Kaeya leaning casually against a nearby railing. His smirk, effortlessly charming and faintly mischievous, tugged at the corners of his lips. The breeze toyed with his dark blue hair, and the sunlight glinted off his eyepatch. His open collar and the confident ease of his posture made it hard to look away.

Alexandria quickly averted her gaze, feeling heat rush to her cheeks.

Alexandria: ("Why does he have to look like he stepped out of a romance novel? Stay cool, Alex. He’s just a guy—a ridiculously good-looking guy.") "Good morning, Kaeya."

He pushed off the railing, his movements as fluid as water, and approached her with the grace of a panther closing in on its prey.

Kaeya: "And here I thought you’d already vanished into the wind. Mondstadt’s air must agree with you."

Alexandria forced a polite smile, determined not to let his smooth charm rattle her.

Alexandria: "I thought I’d explore a bit more before moving on."

Kaeya tilted his head, his single visible eye glinting with curiosity.

Kaeya: "Is that so? And yet, you seem so… comfortable here. Almost as if you’ve been to Mondstadt before."

Her pulse quickened at the subtle implication. Was he just making conversation, or was he probing for answers?

Alexandria: ("Don’t let him get into your head.") "I’ve heard stories about Mondstadt. Maybe that’s why it feels familiar."

Kaeya’s smirk deepened, his gaze lingering on her as though he were trying to decipher a particularly intriguing riddle.

Kaeya: "Stories, you say? You must have quite the imagination to feel at home in a place you’ve only heard about."

The way his words danced on the edge of playful and probing made her stomach twist. She needed to redirect the conversation—fast.

Alexandria: "Speaking of stories, you must have plenty as the Cavalry Captain. Any exciting tales to share?"

Kaeya chuckled, the sound low and rich, clearly amused by her attempt to shift the focus.

Kaeya: "Oh, I have my fair share. But I prefer to save them for those I trust. You’re still a bit of a mystery, Alexandria. Though I must admit, I do enjoy a good puzzle."

Her mouth went dry as she scrambled for a response.

Alexandria: "Well, I wouldn’t want to make it too easy for you."

His grin widened, revealing a glimpse of his sharp canines.

[inkspelledtales]

Unlikely Mates

Genre: Omegaverse Romance

Themes: Self-discovery, acceptance, love, and defying societal expectations

Unexpected Encounters

Aki wasn’t sure why he agreed to grab coffee at the campus café. His morning had started off rocky—his alarm clock didn’t go off, he forgot his biology notes, and the library printer jammed right as he tried to print his assignment. A hot green tea seemed like the only thing that could salvage the day, even if he had to wait in the long line of bleary-eyed students.

The café was a swirl of activity: the hum of the espresso machine, the muffled chatter of students, and the sharp clinking of ceramic mugs. Aki kept his head down as he shuffled forward in line, hyper-aware of the glances some students threw his way. Being a male omega on campus wasn’t exactly a secret, though Aki tried his best to blend in.

Finally, he reached the counter. “Green tea, please,” he said, his voice barely audible over the noise.

As he waited for his drink, Aki scrolled through his phone, willing himself to disappear into the background.

“Green tea for Aki!” the barista called, her voice cutting through the din.

Aki stepped forward, reaching for the cup, when another hand—a large, calloused one—appeared beside his.

“Green tea?” a familiar, deep voice asked.

Aki froze, his eyes slowly lifting to meet Killian’s amber gaze. The hockey captain was standing next to him, his signature lopsided grin firmly in place.

“That’s mine,” Aki said flatly, pulling the cup closer.

Killian chuckled, withdrawing his hand. “Didn’t take you for a tea guy.”

“And I didn’t take you for someone who drinks coffee,” Aki shot back before he could stop himself.

Killian raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “You’re assuming I’m here for coffee?”

Aki frowned. “Aren’t you?”

Killian smirked, holding up his own cup. “Black coffee, no sugar. Hockey practice starts in an hour—need the caffeine.”

Aki felt his face flush. “Right. Makes sense.”

For a moment, neither of them said anything. The café buzzed around them, but Aki could feel the weight of Killian’s gaze.

“You don’t say much, do you?” Killian asked, his tone light.

“Depends on who I’m talking to,” Aki muttered, clutching his cup like it was a lifeline.

Killian’s grin widened. “Fair enough. See you around, Aki.”

With that, he walked away, leaving Aki staring after him, his heart pounding in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

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*The Library Encounter*

Aki thought the coffee shop meeting was a fluke, an unfortunate coincidence. But two days later, as he hunched over his laptop in the library, trying to decipher his chemistry notes, Killian showed up again.

This time, there was no casual grin or witty comment—Killian simply strolled into the study area, scanning the tables like he was searching for someone. When his eyes landed on Aki, he stopped, his expression softening.

“Mind if I sit here?” Killian asked, gesturing to the empty chair across from Aki.

Aki blinked, his first instinct to say no. But the library was packed, and refusing would draw more attention than agreeing. With a reluctant nod, Aki gestured to the chair.

Killian sat down, placing a notebook and pen on the table. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to bother you. I’ve got stats homework.”

Aki raised an eyebrow. “You do homework?”

Killian smirked. “What, you think hockey players don’t study?”

“I think some don’t,” Aki replied, earning a laugh from Killian.

For the next hour, they worked in silence, occasionally stealing glances at each other. Aki couldn’t understand why Killian was here—or why his presence was so distracting.

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*The Gym Encounter*

By the time Aki spotted Killian at the campus gym, he was convinced the universe was playing some kind of cruel joke on him.

Aki had just finished his warm-up on the treadmill when Killian walked in, a gym bag slung over one shoulder. He looked as confident as ever, his messy hair damp with sweat, his athletic frame drawing attention from nearly everyone in the room.

Aki groaned inwardly, ducking his head as he moved to the weights section. Maybe if he ignored Killian, the alpha would leave him alone.

But of course, that didn’t happen.

“Hey, Aki!” Killian called, his voice cutting through the clatter of weights and the hum of treadmills.

Aki turned reluctantly, finding Killian standing a few feet away with a towel slung over his shoulder.

“Didn’t know you worked out,” Killian said, his tone genuinely curious.

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” Aki replied, narrowing his eyes.

Killian grinned. “Definitely. Mind if I spot you?”

Aki hesitated. There was no way to say no without drawing attention, so he sighed and nodded.

As they worked out, Aki couldn’t shake the feeling of Killian’s eyes on him. It wasn’t invasive or predatory—if anything, it was... attentive. Protective.

“You’re stronger than you look,” Killian commented as Aki finished his set.

Aki rolled his eyes. “That’s not saying much.”

“It is when you’re lifting more than half the guys on the team,” Killian said, his voice earnest.

Aki glanced at him, surprised. Killian wasn’t teasing—he was serious.

For the first time, Aki felt a flicker of something he hadn’t expected: respect.

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*Aki’s Growing Frustration*

Later that night, back in his dorm, Aki paced the room, his thoughts racing.

“Are you okay?” Jamie asked, looking up from his laptop.

“No,” Aki muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Killian keeps showing up everywhere. It’s like he’s following me.”

Jamie smirked. “Maybe he is.”

“That’s not funny.”

“I’m not joking,” Jamie said. “Dude, if Killian’s going out of his way to talk to you, he’s interested. You should give him a chance.”

Aki glared at his roommate. “He’s an alpha. They don’t do ‘chances.’ They do control. Dominance. I don’t need that.”

Jamie sighed. “Maybe he’s not like the others. Maybe he actually likes you.”

Aki scoffed, but the words stayed with him long after Jamie went to bed.

As he lay in the dark, Aki couldn’t help but wonder: was it possible that Killian was different? And if he was, what did that mean for Aki?

[inkspelledtales]

Unlikely Mates

Genre: Omegaverse Romance

Themes: Self-discovery, acceptance, love, and defying societal expectations

First Impressions on Ice

Aki didn’t want to go. The last thing he needed was to spend his evening surrounded by a rowdy crowd cheering on a sport he barely understood. But Jamie, his overly enthusiastic new roommate, was persistent.

“C’mon, you can’t live on this campus and not go to at least one hockey game,” Jamie insisted, practically bouncing as he tugged Aki toward the arena. “You have to see Killian in action. He’s insane.”

“I’m not really into hockey,” Aki muttered, dragging his feet.

“That’s because you haven’t seen our team play. Trust me, you’ll be hooked.”

Reluctantly, Aki let himself be swept along, regretting his decision with every step closer to the arena.

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*The Atmosphere*

The arena was packed, the stands buzzing with energy. Students waved banners and chanted cheers, their excitement palpable. Aki shrank into his seat, feeling out of place amidst the sea of roaring fans. Jamie, on the other hand, was thriving, already shouting encouragements at the players warming up on the ice.

Aki pulled his jacket tighter around himself, his eyes wandering across the rink. The players were a blur of motion, skating with effortless speed and precision. His gaze landed on one figure in particular—a tall player with the number 9 emblazoned on his jersey.

“That’s Killian,” Jamie said, following Aki’s line of sight. “Captain, star player, and basically a campus legend. He’s a beast on the ice.”

Aki didn’t respond, but his eyes lingered on Killian as the alpha effortlessly maneuvered around his teammates, his movements fluid and commanding.

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*Killian’s Commanding Presence*

When the game began, Killian dominated the rink. He was everywhere at once, directing plays, intercepting passes, and taking shots that made the crowd erupt into deafening cheers. Even to someone like Aki, who didn’t know much about hockey, it was clear that Killian was something special.

Jamie leaned closer, his voice barely audible over the noise. “You see that? He just broke through two defenders like it was nothing. That’s why everyone loves him.”

Aki nodded absently, his attention fixed on Killian. There was something magnetic about the way he moved—powerful and precise, like he was born to be on the ice. But it wasn’t just his skill that held Aki’s focus. It was the way Killian carried himself, exuding confidence and control with every stride.

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*The Moment of Recognition*

Midway through the second period, something unexpected happened. As Killian skated toward the bench during a timeout, his gaze flicked toward the stands. His amber eyes scanned the crowd briefly before landing on Aki.

For a heartbeat, the chaos of the arena seemed to fade. Aki froze, his breath hitching as Killian’s eyes locked onto his. It wasn’t just a casual glance—there was a weight to it, an intensity that made Aki’s stomach twist uncomfortably.

Killian’s expression was unreadable, but the moment stretched longer than it should have. Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he looked away and returned to the ice.

Aki’s pulse was racing, though he couldn’t explain why.

Jamie nudged him with a grin. “Did you see that? Killian just looked right at you.”

“No, he didn’t,” Aki muttered, sinking lower in his seat.

“He totally did! You’ve got some kind of vibe going on, dude.”

“Can you not?” Aki hissed, his cheeks flushing.

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*Aki’s Discomfort*

For the rest of the game, Aki couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. He kept his head down, avoiding the rink as much as possible, but every time he glanced up, it felt like Killian’s gaze was on him again.

When the final buzzer sounded and the crowd erupted in cheers, Aki exhaled in relief. He followed Jamie out of the arena, keeping his head low as they weaved through the throngs of excited fans.

“That was amazing, right?” Jamie gushed as they exited into the cool night air.

“Sure,” Aki replied, his voice clipped.

Jamie raised an eyebrow. “You okay? You’ve been weirdly quiet.”

“I’m fine,” Aki said quickly. “Just tired.”

But as they walked back to their dorm, Aki couldn’t stop thinking about Killian—about the way he’d looked at him, like he was seeing something no one else could.

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*Killian’s Perspective*

From the rink, Killian couldn’t ignore the quiet figure sitting near the middle of the stands. While the crowd screamed and cheered, Aki sat stiff and out of place, his discomfort written all over his face.

Killian had noticed him immediately, though he didn’t know why. There was nothing overtly remarkable about Aki—at least, not in the conventional sense. But something about him pulled at Killian, like a magnet drawing him closer.

When their eyes met, Killian felt a strange jolt, a crackle of energy that caught him off guard. It wasn’t the usual thrill of competition or the satisfaction of leading his team. It was something... different.

For the rest of the game, Killian found himself glancing toward the stands, searching for Aki without meaning to. And when the game ended, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the last time their paths would cross.

[inkspelledtales]

Volume One: Winds of Desire

Chapter Two: Beneath Crimson Eyes

Reminder: Thoughts are in parentheses

The lively buzz of Angel’s Share had settled into a cozy hum as Alexandria tried to compose herself after meeting Venti. The bard had left her emotions in a tangle, and she was only now beginning to breathe normally again.

Then the door swung open.

A commanding presence swept into the room, carrying with it an unspoken authority that made the air feel heavier. Alexandria glanced up and froze.

There he was.

His crimson hair fell like a fiery cascade down his back, and his long red coat billowed slightly as he strode in. His sharp crimson eyes scanned the room with a detached focus, missing nothing. Though his expression was calm, there was a tension in his jaw that hinted at his perpetual readiness for action.

The lively conversations around the tavern softened, a subtle acknowledgement of the man who now owned the space. Alexandria’s heart began to race.

Paimon, oblivious to her reaction, tugged on the Traveler’s sleeve.

Paimon: "Oh, it’s Master Diluc! Mondstadt’s famous tycoon! And owner of this tavern!"

Traveler: "Diluc’s not just a tycoon; he’s done a lot for Mondstadt behind the scenes."

Alexandria: ("Oh, I know. Too well. Stay calm, Alex.")

As Diluc approached their table, Alexandria felt her breath hitch. His stride was purposeful, and his gaze briefly flicked over her before landing on the Traveler.

Diluc: with a slight nod to the Traveler and Paimon "I see you’ve brought company."

Then his eyes returned to Alexandria, lingering a beat too long.

Diluc: "A new face."

Alexandria’s cheeks burned under his intense gaze, but she forced herself to meet his eyes. He was even taller than she’d imagined, and the way his deep voice carried an undertone of authority sent an involuntary shiver through her.

Diluc: "And you are?"

Alexandria: ("Play it cool. Just a random traveler.") "I’m Alexandria. Just passing through Mondstadt."

He studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. His crimson eyes seemed to see through her, peeling back layers of her carefully guarded facade.

Diluc: "Passing through, yet you’re already mingling with Mondstadt’s key figures. Interesting."

The bluntness of his words threw her off balance.

Alexandria: ("What’s that supposed to mean? Is he suspicious of me already?") "The Traveler and Paimon were kind enough to show me around."

Diluc raised an eyebrow, his skepticism evident.

Diluc: "Mondstadt is welcoming to travelers, but it’s not often we see someone as… reserved as you."

Her pulse quickened at the pointed observation. Was she being too guarded? Did she stand out more than she intended? Struggling to keep her voice steady, she replied:

Alexandria: "It’s been a long journey. I’m just trying to get my bearings."

Diluc didn’t look entirely convinced, but before he could press further, Paimon waved her hands dramatically.

Paimon: "Master Diluc, you’re always so serious! Can’t you just welcome her like a normal person?"

Diluc exhaled softly, the faintest hint of exasperation in his expression.

Diluc: "I suppose Paimon has a point. Welcome to Mondstadt. Enjoy your stay."

He turned as if to leave, but after a few steps, he paused and glanced back over his shoulder.

Diluc: "One more thing. If you’re planning to stay in Mondstadt, you’d do well to avoid drawing unnecessary attention to yourself."

His tone was calm but carried an unmistakable weight, leaving Alexandria momentarily speechless. Was it a warning? A veiled suspicion? Or simply his natural protectiveness over Mondstadt?

Alexandria: ("Don’t overthink it. He’s just being cautious. That’s who he is.") "I’ll keep that in mind."

As Diluc walked away, Alexandria slumped slightly in her chair, releasing the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Paimon: "Wow, Diluc can be intense sometimes, huh?"

Alexandria: forcing a nervous laugh "You could say that."

But inside, her thoughts were anything but casual. Every word he’d spoken replayed in her mind, the echo of his voice lingering. His gaze, sharp yet steady, had left a mark she couldn’t ignore.

Throughout the evening, she kept her eyes firmly on her companions, avoiding any glance toward the bar where Diluc now worked. She told herself it was to keep a low profile, but deep down, she knew the truth.

Every time she dared to look his way, her carefully constructed composure threatened to shatter.

Alexandria: ("Pull yourself together, Alex. You can’t afford distractions. Even if they have fiery red hair and piercing crimson eyes.")

Yet the memory of his voice, his presence, and his subtle intensity lingered, and Alexandria couldn’t shake the feeling that her time in Mondstadt was about to become far more complicated than she’d anticipated.

[inkspelledtales]

Unlikely Mates

Genre: Omegaverse Romance

Themes: Self-discovery, acceptance, love, and defying societal expectations

The Alpha Captain

Killian glided onto the ice, the sharp scrape of his skates cutting through the crisp chill of the arena. The slap of a puck against the boards echoed across the rink, but as soon as he arrived, all eyes shifted to him. His presence had that effect—commanding, magnetic, and entirely natural.

At 6’3”, Killian was a towering figure. His broad shoulders carried both the weight of his team’s expectations and the confidence to meet them. With sharp, angular features and dark hair perpetually tousled into a rugged mess, he looked every bit the part of an alpha. But it was his eyes—amber, piercing, and full of focus—that truly set him apart.

“Alright, let’s get moving!” His voice rang out, effortlessly authoritative. He scanned the ice, his gaze landing on one of the freshmen lagging behind. “Bennett, you’re not skating, you’re shuffling! Pick up the pace!”

The younger player groaned but pushed harder, his skates biting into the ice with more intent. Killian didn’t miss the under-the-breath grumble, but he smirked. They’ll thank me later.

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Being the captain of the college hockey team for two years had taught Killian how to balance discipline and encouragement. He wasn’t the type to sugarcoat things, but he wasn’t needlessly harsh either.

*Killian’s Leadership*

“Nice shot, Parker!” he called to one of the wingers after a clean goal. “Now do it again, and faster this time.”

His teammates respected him—not just for his skill but for his fairness. Killian was the first to defend them on the ice, whether it was against a dirty hit from an opposing team or criticism from the coach. And when practice ended, he was often the last to leave, staying behind to help rookies fine-tune their shots or work on their speed.

“Good work today,” he said as the team filed off the ice, giving each player a nod or a clap on the back.

By the time he removed his helmet, his hair damp with sweat, he was met with a mix of playful jabs and admiration.

“Golden boy strikes again,” joked one of the defensemen, chucking a towel at him.

Killian caught it with ease, grinning. “Just keeping you guys in line.”

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On the surface, Killian had everything.

*The Persona: The Golden Boy with Depth*

The star athlete: Students packed the stands to watch him play, chanting his name like it was a badge of honor.

The campus heartthrob: Alphas, betas, and omegas alike tried to catch his attention, but Killian rarely indulged. His focus was on the game—or so he claimed.

Confident but approachable: When someone teased him about his popularity, he’d shrug it off. “I just play hockey,” he’d say. “The rest is noise.”

But there was more to Killian than his charm and skill. Beneath the surface, he carried a quiet yearning he rarely acknowledged, even to himself.

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*A Private Moment*

After practice, Killian lingered in the locker room as the noise from his teammates faded into silence. He sat on the bench, elbows resting on his knees, and pulled a small silver chain from under his jersey.

It was old and slightly tarnished, the kind of thing most people wouldn’t notice. But to Killian, it was everything.

The chain had belonged to his grandfather, who used to tell him stories about fated mates—soul-deep connections that transcended logic and biology. As a child, Killian had been captivated by the idea, imagining a world where destiny could bring two people together.

Now, he wasn’t so sure.

“Romantic nonsense,” he muttered, his voice barely audible in the empty room. But even as he said it, he felt the familiar ache in his chest, the sense that something important was missing.

He clenched the chain in his fist before tucking it back under his shirt. Focus on the game, not on fantasies.

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*The Mixer: The First Glimpse of Aki*

Later that evening, Killian found himself at a student mixer, more out of obligation than desire. The room buzzed with energy, the air thick with chatter and laughter. Killian made the rounds, flashing polite smiles and exchanging small talk, but his mind was elsewhere.

And then he saw him.

Aki was tucked into a corner, half-hidden behind a group of louder students. He held a cup in one hand, his gaze darting nervously around the room. There was nothing particularly striking about him at first glance—average height, lean build, soft features. But there was something about the way he carried himself, quiet but unyielding, that drew Killian’s attention.

Their eyes met for a brief moment, and Killian felt a strange jolt, like static electricity sparking under his skin. Aki quickly looked away, his expression guarded, but Killian couldn’t shake the feeling.

Weird.

For the rest of the night, his gaze kept drifting back to Aki, curiosity gnawing at him.

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*Killian’s Inner Conflict*

As the mixer wound down, Killian walked back to his dorm, his hands shoved into his pockets. He couldn’t stop thinking about Aki—the way he’d seemed so intent on disappearing into the background, the way his eyes had flickered with something Killian couldn’t quite place.

“He’s just another student,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head. But the thought lingered. Why had he noticed Aki at all? What was it about him that felt... different?

Killian didn’t have an answer. But for the first time in a long time, he felt the faint stirrings of something he couldn’t ignore.

And though he didn’t know it yet, that fleeting moment would change everything.

[inkspelledtales]

Unlikely Mates

Genre: Omegaverse Romance

Themes: Self-discovery, acceptance, love, and defying societal expectations

A New Beginning

Aki stepped into the dorm room, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The space was smaller than he expected, with stark white walls and a faint smell of industrial cleaner that clung to the air. He stood in the doorway for a moment, letting the stillness press against him like a weight.

This is it, he thought. A fresh start.

He set the first box on the bed, the muted thud breaking the silence. His eyes roamed the empty walls and the narrow desk pushed against the window. The room was clean, yes, but devoid of character. It felt like a blank slate, waiting for someone to leave their mark.

No one here knows me, he reminded himself, drawing a shaky breath. I can start over.

He bent to open the box, his fingers trembling as he peeled back the tape. The first thing he pulled out was a stack of books, neatly wrapped in brown paper. As he unwrapped them, an old yearbook slid out, its glossy cover gleaming in the sunlight streaming through the window.

He froze.

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*The First Day of High School*

The memory hit him like a wave. Aki could see himself, smaller and more awkward, walking into the high school hallway for the first time. His shoulders hunched under the weight of the stares, whispers trailing after him like a shadow.

“That’s the male omega,” someone had whispered, loud enough for Aki to hear.

He had kept his gaze firmly on the scuffed linoleum floor, pretending not to notice the way people gawked. Being a male omega was rare enough, but in a small town where everyone knew everyone else’s business, it made him a spectacle.

Biology class had been the worst. The teacher, a gray-haired man who stuttered whenever the topic of secondary genders arose, avoided looking at Aki entirely during those lessons.

“We’ll skip this section,” Mr. Carver had said once, flipping through the textbook as though the pages on omegas didn’t exist.

The girls in his class were either overly curious or dismissive. “What’s it like being a male omega?” one had asked during lunch, her tone dripping with faux sweetness. Aki had mumbled an excuse and fled to the library. The boys, on the other hand, avoided him altogether, their eyes sliding past him as if he were invisible.

The memory made his chest tighten. Aki placed the yearbook face-down on the desk and turned back to the box, pushing the past aside.

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*Parental Expectations*

As he unpacked, Aki pulled out a photo frame wrapped in bubble wrap. He popped the plastic with his fingers, revealing a picture of his family: his parents and older sister, all smiling brightly in front of their house.

A pang of guilt twisted in his chest.

He could still hear his mother’s voice from the night before he left. “You’ll make us proud, Aki,” she’d said, her tone warm but laced with unspoken pressure.

“And just... stay safe, okay? If you meet a nice alpha—”

“Mom,” he’d interrupted, forcing a smile. “I’m going there to study, not to... you know.”

Her face had softened, but her words lingered. “I just want you to be happy.”

To her, happiness likely meant settling down with a strong alpha, living the life expected of an omega. But Aki had no intention of becoming someone else’s stereotype.

He placed the frame on the desk but quickly turned it to face the wall.

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Digging deeper into the box, Aki pulled out a soft knit sweater. His fingers brushed the fabric, and a sharp memory surfaced—his first heat.

*The First Heat*

He’d been sixteen, and nothing could have prepared him for the overwhelming, all-consuming experience. His mother had insisted on heat-proofing the house, ensuring that no one outside could sense him. His sister had hovered anxiously, offering him tea and blankets, while his father had avoided him entirely.

The isolation and shame still lingered, years later. While his female omega peers treated their first heats as milestones, sharing stories with giggles and camaraderie, Aki had stayed silent. He had no one to confide in, no one who could understand what it was like to feel so different.

He gripped the sweater tightly, then tossed it into the drawer, burying it beneath other clothes.

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Aki stood back and surveyed the half-empty room. His belongings were scattered across the floor, his past etched into every item. The weight of it pressed down on him, but he refused to let it crush him.

*Present Determination*

This is my chance to be someone new.

He grabbed a rolled-up poster from another box and pinned it to the wall. The bold, colorful abstract art immediately made the space feel less sterile. It was a small change, but it was his—a piece of himself he was willing to share with the world.

A knock at the door startled him. He turned to find a tall, lanky beta standing in the doorway, holding a bag of takeout.

“Hey,” the stranger said with an easy grin. “I’m Jamie, your roommate. Hope you like Chinese. Thought we could kick off the semester right.”

Aki hesitated, his instinct to retreat clashing with a flicker of hope. Finally, he nodded, stepping aside to let Jamie in.

They sat on the floor, the smell of soy sauce and sesame oil filling the room. Jamie talked easily, filling the silence with stories about his hometown and his plans for the semester. Aki listened, nodding occasionally, feeling a tentative warmth spread in his chest.

As the evening wore on, Aki realized something he hadn’t dared to believe before: maybe this really could be a fresh start.

For the first time in years, he allowed himself to hope.

[inkspelledtales]

Volume One: Winds of Desire

Chapter One: The Bard's Song

Note:I decided to rewrite the chapters because I thought they could flow better. Also the character's thoughts will be in parentheses.

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The warm glow of Angel’s Share greeted Alexandria as she stepped inside with the Traveler and Paimon. The lively hum of chatter, clinking glasses, and soft laughter surrounded her like a comforting blanket. Yet none of it mattered as her gaze locked onto the center of the room.

There he was.

Perched casually on a stool, a lyre cradled in his arms, Venti strummed a melody so effortlessly that it felt like the air itself danced to his tune. The lilting notes filled the tavern, weaving a spell that drew everyone in. Alexandria froze in place, her breath hitching as her heart raced. He’s real. He’s actually real.

For a moment, the noise of the room faded into the background, replaced by the hammering of her heartbeat. Seeing Venti in person—his emerald eyes sparkling with mischief, his voice carrying the same melodic lilt she knew so well—was surreal. She fought the urge to squeal, to cry, to scream, "You're my favorite!" Instead, she swallowed hard and forced herself to appear calm.

Paimon noticed her expression immediately.

Paimon: "Hey, Alex! What’s with that face? You look like you’ve just seen the Anemo Archon himself!"

Alexandria: ("Play it cool. Breathe.") "Oh, it’s nothing. Just… he’s good. Really good."

The song ended, and a smattering of applause rippled through the room as Venti hopped off his stool with a theatrical bow. He tossed his braid over his shoulder and flashed a grin so bright it could rival the sun. Alexandria's grip tightened on her sleeves.

To her horror—and secret delight—Venti sauntered over to their table.

Venti: "Ah, welcome, weary travelers! And who is this fresh breeze that’s blown into Mondstadt?"

His gaze landed on Alexandria, his head tilting slightly as if trying to place her. She felt her knees weaken under the weight of his charm.

Alexandria: ("Do not fangirl. Do NOT fangirl.") "Just a traveler, passing through."

Venti leaned closer, his emerald eyes gleaming with curiosity.

Venti: "A kindred spirit, then! You know, the wind carries many secrets, and you seem to be one of them."

His words sent a jolt through her. Did he know? Was he teasing her? She forced herself to smile, masking the panic bubbling beneath the surface.

Alexandria: "The wind must be mistaken. I’m just… ordinary."

Venti: ("Ordinary? Not with that spark in your eyes.") "Hmm, if you say so. But you know, the wind doesn’t lie—it only reveals truths we don’t yet see ourselves."

As the bard pulled up a chair, Alexandria fought to steady her breathing. Every quip, every movement, every note of his voice reminded her of why he was her favorite character. The layers of his charm—his playfulness masking something deeper—were even more captivating in person.

Venti tapped his chin thoughtfully.

Venti: "You know, you have this strange look about you. Like you’ve known me before. Have we met somewhere?"

Alexandria: ("Oh crap. Think fast.") "Maybe you remind me of someone I used to know. A friend."

Venti: "A friend, you say? What an honor! I do have a habit of leaving lasting impressions."

The conversation turned lighter, and Alexandria began to relax, the initial wave of panic subsiding. But Venti wasn’t done. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

Venti: "You know, if you ever need someone to listen, the Anemo Archon himself is always at your service."

Her heart jumped at the unexpected sincerity in his tone.

Alexandria: "That’s kind of you, but I’m fine. Just overwhelmed by how beautiful Mondstadt is."

Venti studied her for a moment, then grinned as if deciding to let the matter rest.

Venti: "Fair enough. Mondstadt does have a way of stealing hearts. But don’t be a stranger, okay? I’d love to hear more about this mysterious ‘friend’ someday."

He stood and gave a playful wave before sauntering back to the bar, leaving Alexandria staring after him in a daze. The whirlwind encounter left her emotionally drained, yet exhilarated.

As she finally released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, Alexandria muttered under her breath, "Get it together, Alex. He’s just a bard. A very charming bard who also happens to be a god… and my favorite character."

She knew this was only the beginning of her journey in Mondstadt, but as the weight of her secret pressed down on her, she couldn’t help but wonder how long she could keep up the facade.

[inkspelledtales]

Alexandria, a passionate Genshin Impact fan, wakes up to find herself transported to Teyvat, just outside the gates of Mondstadt. As the world she knows from the game comes alive, she realizes she must tread carefully, concealing her foreknowledge to avoid drawing suspicion. Her journey alongside the Traveler takes her to Liyue, where certain individuals begin to notice cracks in her facade. With Zhongli’s sharp intellect, Xiao’s vigilance, and Childe’s cunning, Alexandria finds herself in a delicate game of deception. Will she protect her secret, or will the truth unravel?

Note: I'll be adding the other regions as well. I'll post a few chapters a day.