#sapphires ☾ garden's flowers

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hiiii! i love girls too so,, let's talk!! may i request any genshin girls of your choice buying matching plushies with their s/o (reader), please?

summary ☾⋆⁺₊ getting matching plushies notes ☾⋆⁺₊ furina/hu tao/navia/yoimiya/amber x gn!reader this work is meant to be read as sapphic. short hcs. SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT GAHHH i died a little. but gods the idea is so cute??? absolutely cute??? AHHH i love matching things. i probably will write a second part with more genshin girls, but as of rn i needed something small to write as a break from studying <3 if you have any specific characters you wanna see next, pop in my inbox! men dni.

→ You and Furina get… many plushies. Not just one pair, no, because that'd be not enough, but few pairs at least. Matching octopuses? Yes, why not, they had cute ribbons and hats. A pair of teddy bears? Why, yes! You found them cute so how could she say not to them. The list goes on for a bit longer…

→ Navia and you get a pair of plush puppies. They are both so fluffy and have matching accessories, one of them has a small, yellow rose near his ear! You instantly showed her the plush because, somehow, it reminded you of her.

→ A cute pair of a plush moon and sun, for you and Yoimiya. She reminds you of all that's warmth and nice, she reminds you of the sun and the stars, so why waste the ocassion? Even her smile as she receives the plush reminds you of the nice, sunny, warm day.

→ How could you and Amber not have matching plushies? She is the one to find the plushies and she comes back with two, cute bunnies. One has… googles and a very interesting expression. The other has a cute, red cap and… also a very interesting expression. They are very cute, you think. You get them both.

→ Do you think Hu Tao would get a pair, too? I think yes. She scares you with a ghost plush when you're distracted shopping other things. She says the look on your face was priceless, really… You end up going with her to take another ghostly plush with a great plan of revenge. You will scare her back with your own ghost plush… but as of right now, you will enjoy matching with her.

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Ch. 4 - Hope Against Hope {Against All Odds - TVA!Loki x Female Reader Longfic}

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Pairing : TVA!Loki x Female Reader

Summary : After you and Loki do the deed, Loki does a little soul-searching.

W/c : 4.7k words

Content / Warnings : Smut (p-in-v), angst (knife-in-heart), mentions of a future addiction for the reader (nothing specific is mentioned, and no actual use of illicit substances ever takes place), and Loki rifling through all of your stuff. It's fine, though! He has a good reason!

Author's Note : Apologies this is so late! It really, really got away from me, and I was absolutely struggling to get it done. But, it turns out I was just trying to do too much in one chapter, so once I cut it off at what was the halfway point, it became much more manageable. (Major shoutout to @infinitystoner for helping me with that. I love you!) Anyway, happy reading!

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Date : June 26th, 1977 [Sacred Timeline]

Throughout his thousand years of existence, Loki had witnessed a great deal of beautiful things. The golden shine of the palace he’d grown up in was the first; its light reflected brighter than the birth of a newborn star, shining down with a brilliance unrivaled to anything short of divine intervention. 

Every morning, he’d awake in awe of its splendor, and every night, when he laid his head upon his pillow, he’d wonder if anyone else ever noticed the terrible irony of such a gorgeous place containing the harshest of people. 

The exquisite gardens of Asgard had always been his favorite place to be. Carefully tended to and guided by his mother’s loving hand, they contained every species of flower from each of the Nine Realms - meticulously organized by the shade of their petals, and perpetually in bloom thanks to her seidr. 

It was the perfect place for reflection; he had spent many late nights in those gardens, wandering up and down the rows, taking in the sweet aroma of the flowers and pondering his lot in life. And during the worst of Thanos’ many tortures, he’d often imagine he was back there inside Frigga’s gardens - shielded and protected, and lost in majesty instead of in pain. 

And the stunning destruction of the Bifrost would haunt him for the rest of his days. The explosion’s light caught the shards of the Rainbow Bridge and almost blinded him, illuminating nothing but his many failures in the most glorious of ways as he fell into its wake. The Bifrost had faded into golden dust, and clouds of sapphire and ultramarine had swirled together beneath him, and it was so magnificent that he almost forgot about the look of sheer disappointment upon his father’s face. 

But none of those things, not a single one of them, could ever compare to the sight of you coming undone beneath his devoted tongue. 

Loki continued working, his mouth and eyes eagerly taking in the evidence of your pleasure. His hands gripped your waist tight, as if to squeeze out every ounce of it that he could, while his lips and tongue lavished your clit. He’d never tasted something so divine, and he never wanted your pleasure to end. 

You cried out his name like the holiest of prayers, and Loki moaned its accompaniment. He could almost see the light radiating off your skin as your back arched off the bed, and the blood in his veins surged with want as your thighs trembled against his ears. He desperately needed more, to keep you sated and satisfied in euphoria for as long as he could - but he also needed to be careful. 

Because as far as you knew, Loki was just another simple mortal - one that had a job, and a family, and paid taxes. A human man, one that played rugby on the weekends, someone who was going to die in about forty years - when he was actually the furthest from anything that even resembledbanality. 

Ordinarily, in situations like this, Loki’s seidr would be on full display - to set the mood by lighting the fire in the hearth and the candles on the nightstand. To keep the wine flowing in their glasses, and the sheets warm against your bare skin. To remove his clothing in a flash of green light, just so he could bury himself inside you the exact second he wanted to. 

And Gods, how he helplessly wanted to be inside you again. 

Loki hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since the night in the alleyway. It had been feral and hurried, dangerous and reckless, to take you against that wall and in public, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t the best he’d ever had. And it was so foolish of himself to think he could get by with only having you once, and so incredibly selfish to take you again while knowing what he knew about your future…

But even still, Loki’s cock ached underneath his trousers, throbbing in sync with every single beat of his heart. Desire coursed violently throughout his veins, mixing with both heat and adrenaline as he continued ravishing between your legs. He could feel you clenching rhythmically, your fingers tangling in his hair and your hips grinding upwards, and he could never deny you what you wanted. 

You were just past the height of ecstasy when Loki began to crawl up your body, following behind his lips as they worshiped your skin. He kissed his way up your belly, gazing up at your ethereal expression as your head lolled back and forth on the pillow. Aftershocks washed over you, one by one, and your lips parted with desperate breath and pleasured murmurs. It was beautiful, and perfect, and of nothing but sheer divinity. 

Loki kept his gaze locked on your face as he slowly kissed along your ribs, and your feet flexed, pressing into his hips as yours continued writhing. Your fingers curled tighter around his hair, a silent plea to urge him on, and he couldn’t believe that even after all of this, even while completely lost in the throes of ecstasy, you still wanted more of him. 

His initial plan had been to take you as slowly as possible - to savor, and to idolize you. He’d never been wanted like this before, and he didn’t know if this would be the last time he’d get to experience it. A lifetime of neglect had taught him affection was ever fleeting, and he should always relish it whenever it came. What little patience he had was quickly disappearing by the second, soon to be nothing but a distant memory of the time before he was whole again. 

Your eyes stayed closed as his name tumbled from your lips, and Loki knew this was the moment. He kept one hand clutched tight around your hip, and brought the other down to his belt, unbuckling it just enough to make a sound before his seidr dissolved the remaining clothing from his body and transported them to the floor, as if they’d been tossed aside in a hurry. 

He moved upwards again, and when he reached your nipple and pulled it into his mouth, you whimpered in pleasure and dragged your nails across his scalp. A deep groan rumbled in his throat and he began to suck harder, flicking his tongue wildly against the stiffening peak. This time you let out a sharp gasp, and your feet planted on the mattress to arch your back even more and press your hips against something, anything, of his. 

Loki graciously slid his thigh up to soothe the ache between your quivering legs, and you eagerly locked on to it, grinding your swollen clit against his taut muscles. You had been more than wet when he had gone down on you before, but now you were positively drenched with arousal, and Loki loved that about you. He’d never been so hard in his life, precum dripping onto your belly from the head of his glistening cock as the musk of sex filled the room. 

Your head tilted back into the pillow and your thighs trembled violently, supported only by your tiptoes and your upper back as another orgasm ripped through you. Loki cupped your other breast, his thumb circling its nipple as he sucked even harder on the first, trying desperately to hold back his own ecstasy until he was buried deep inside you. 

But that battle was becoming more and more difficult to win, and his equanimity was dissipating with each and every one of your breathless moans and whimpers. Loki moved his hands to carefully guide your feet flat, and then massaged your calves and thighs into relaxing as he carefully pulled his lips away from your nipple. 

As he moved closer, your hands shifted to cling to his neck, his shoulders, his arms. Anything you could read, everything about him that was solid and real. He wanted so badly to assure you that he was, to shout it from the rooftops that he wasn’t just real, that he was - in fact - yours, and that was the only real thing that mattered. 

Loki’s lips were on your collarbone when he finally coaxed your legs into position, relaxed but open for him. You were making unintelligible noises and your body continued trembling, but your hips kept rolling as he slowly settled his weight onto you and pressed his hips against yours. 

“Loki…oh my, God, Loki…” you gasped breathlessly, sliding your hands up along his neck to his hair, to tangle in the mess of matted and sweaty curls against his scalp. 

His breath shuddered as he gazed upon you, eyelids fluttering open and shut, and pupils dilated so wide to take him all in. His lips hovered just a touch above yours, inhaling as you exhaled, leaning in as you pulled him closer. He wasn’t running or cowering away, there was no fleeing or escaping. For the first time since the Tesseract had slid to his feet in the lobby of Stark Tower, Loki was exactly where he wanted to be. 

“Yes, my darling…I’m here, just breathe…” he whispered, dragging his nose along the edge of yours. His voice shifted into a groan as you wrapped your legs around his waist; the soft skin of your thighs burned against him, branding a reminder into his flesh that this was where he belonged, and the soaked heat between your legs beckoned him back home. 

The two of you were as naked as the day you were born - one born on Earth, and one born on Jotunheim. Dark green and satin sheets lay beneath you, twisted and tangled upon your bed. The air inside your room was almost overwhelming, a delicious mixture of heat and musk, and despite the very early morning hour, the city of London still bustled just outside your window, cruelly unaware of the magic that was about to happen above them. 

Your lips met again, and even though the kiss was just as hungry as that night in the alleyway, there was something else now with it - a touch of familiarity, of knowing and acceptance even though it couldn’t really be - not with all the lies he’d been telling, and the truth he’d been withholding. Loki kissed you harder, trying to push those thoughts out of his brain, and you happily reciprocated. 

As you introduced your tongue to the kiss, Loki cupped the back of your skull with one hand, and brought the other between your hips as he began to rock against you, dragging himself against your entrance and teasing you both into oblivion. Neither of you needed any further teasing, but he did it anyway, just to add the final touch of urgency. You whimpered and opened your hips even further, and on the next push, he was inside you again. 

Suddenly, everything made perfect sense as the entire universe opened up before him. Loki let out the hoarsest of groans as he pushed deeper, and your lower back arched even more beneath him. Your fingers curled even tighter around his hair, your lips fell from his to moan his name again, and you were so wet and warm and safe that he felt like nothing could ever hurt him again. 

All he ever wanted was to feel like this, and he slowly pulled himself out, just short of all the way, before sinking himself back inside. Your hips writhed uncontrollably as he did that a few more times, and Loki realized that you also needed the reminder that even if he pulled away or left completely, he would always come back to you. That he would never not be thinking of you, or of this. 

Loki was already ruined before he began thrusting even faster, and there was absolutely nothing that could have ever stopped him. He buried his face against your neck and arched his back more harshly, pulling all the way out before pumping back inside. Your muscles squeezed around him, and your voice was nothing but breathless and incoherent gasps and moans as you took him in over and over again. 

He snaked one arm around your back and the other around your waist as he moved faster, grunting and groaning against your skin as your fingertips scratched at his scalp. His muscles tensed as yours did, and he could tell by the sound of your voice that you were getting close already. His own orgasm was just seconds away, coiling around in his belly, stretching and yearning to break free as he drove himself harder, faster, deeper. 

The tension broke simultaneously, and you cried out together, curling tightly around each other’s bodies, clinging for dear life as you came together. Endorphins and hormones coursed through Loki’s veins as the universe came into being, with stars exploding and dust swirling to form the galaxies and planets and realms that could stretch longer and further than anyone would ever know. 

You clung so tightly to him during it all, as if you could see what he saw, but somehow he was the only thing that mattered. How could that be, that while an entire universe was being born, that the goddess of a mortal underneath could only look up at him? 

Loki didn’t understand it one bit, but he didn’t need to, because all he could feel and see and smell was you. His hips continued rocking, shallower now that he was absolutely spent, and his sighs were heavy in the crook of your neck. He was in total and complete bliss when you let out a choked sob against his ear, and it instantly brought him back to reality. 

“Darling…darling, what’s wrong?” he murmured, kissing your neck and squeezing you tighter. Had he done something wrong? Had he unintentionally hurt you in some way while lost in his own pleasure? 

He could feel you shake your head, even as another sob escaped you. He could feel the tears streaming down your face and coating his own cheek, but your limbs still wrapped harder around him. Slowly, Loki lifted his head even though he was terrified of what he might see upon your face. His heavy eyelids fluttered open, his blurred vision effortlessly obscuring the tangled limbs and sweaty skin you both shared. 

But when your face finally came into view, there was a smile beneath the tears on your cheeks. Your messy hair framed your face like an untidy halo - disconnected from, but still beautiful and fitting for the angel who wore it. Loki would never forget that smile and its tears, so happy and yet so sad all at the same time. 

“I don’t know why, Loki…but I’ll be fine, I promise…” you answered in a voice that was so floating and breathless and light.

He could tell you meant it, and it should have reassured him, but it didn’t. The image of that newspaper from 1983 suddenly flashed before his eyes, and Loki remembered the initial reason he had come home with you last night. 

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Date : June 27th, 1977 [Sacred Timeline]

Loki wasn’t exactly sure what he was searching for, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying. 

The sun was just beginning to encroach over the horizon, sending its rays over the city and into the bay windows of your high-rise flat. He padded cautiously into your living room, thankful for the plush white carpets between his toes to mute his exhausted steps. 

There was nothing he wanted more than to slip back into bed with you and sleep the day away, but he had to take this opportunity while he still had the chance. 

Loki could still see you, sleeping soundly in the arms of the duplicate he’d casted so as to not rouse any suspicion while he snooped. It felt so wrong to be doing this now, so soon after the night you’d just shared together, but the guilt of your future was driving him forward, egging him on and eating him away so badly he wouldn’t be able to have another decent rest even if he tried. 

And it was odd, feeling jealous of something he’d conjured to keep you distracted, and in bed. It was, technically-speaking, him…but it wasn’t him- and he was the one who desperately needed the rest. Loki hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since well before Thanos’ capture, since he had lived in the palace on Asgard, and he had no idea when he’d be able to have it again…

Nevertheless, Loki shook his head and rolled it back and forth between his shoulders. His joints popped and cracked as he stretched his arms up over head, extending and pulling and desperately willing his limbs to fully awaken for the task at hand. He opened his eyes wider to take in more light, and he filled his lungs with as much oxygen as he could muster, held it for as long as he could, and released it slowly through his nose. 

If anyone else could see him, they’d say he was stalling. Deception ordinarily came easy to him - Odin had taken advantage of that many times - but this was different; in fact, this was much, much worse. And he knew he wasn’t going to like what he found, but it needed to be seen anyway. He had to know if he was the cause of your future addiction, or if had already started before you’d even met. 

Loki began his search in the kitchen, opening up the cupboards and pantries, quietly sliding items aside so he could see any possible illicit substances hidden in the back. He checked on top of the refrigerator and deep inside the freezer for excessive quantities of alcohol. He even looked through the drawers of silverware and utensils, the mail on top of the counter, the pockets of your coats hung by the front door for something, anything, that hinted at your painful future. 

But he found nothing, just like he was afraid of. And it wasn’t because he wanted you to have an addiction, to be suffering silently and hiding your pain away from the world - he didn’t want that to happen to you at all, ever. But the more he searched, the more it became apparent that he would be the eventual cause of it. 

And if he did manage to find something, he could offer you the help you needed. He could take care of you, instead of hurting you. He could be of use for something good, instead of the destruction he normally was. 

From the kitchen, he returned to the living room, shoving his hands between the couch cushions and underneath the sofas. He flipped through the magazines stacked on the coffee table, and pulled the books off the bookshelves. All the while, trying so hard not to think about how he was going to eventually make addiction a reality for you. 

Loki could tell you were eager to learn more about him, to know him more than just as a man who kept you company at night, and it was getting harder to dodge your questions. He knew you would have more when you awoke, and it wasn’t that you didn’t deserve to hear the answers, because of course you did. You deserved everything happy and safe and beautiful there could ever be, and Loki truly wanted to be the one to give all of that to you. 

But Loki didn’t know what to tell you, because that had never been the truth of his reality. So what was he supposed to tell you? That he was the monster that parents told their children about at night? 

That he’s an alien being from another realm, who could travel through time and space? That there were different versions of every single person living within multiple universes, and that in 35 years his past self would try to lead an alien army to violently take over New York City? 

At best, you wouldn’t believe him at all, and at worse, you’d absolutely hate him for it…even if doing that is exactly what brought him to you in the first place. 

After the last book was slid back into place, Loki sighed and turned his attention to the living room as a whole. Everything was clean and organized, everything had a specific place to be and was already there, and absolutely nothing was amiss. Nothing and everything was wrong, all at the same time, and the realization almost brought him to his knees. 

Loki was going to ruin your life eventually; the only question now was how he was going to do it, and when he was going to hammer that final nail inside your coffin. Was it going to be as soon as you woke up? Was it going to be because he finally told you the truth? 

His fingers pressed into his eye sockets as he collapsed onto the sofa, rubbing away furiously as he pondered his options. Truthfully speaking, how much time did you two have left together? The Loom was still on the verge of total destruction back at the TVA; his friends were back there right now, working tirelessly on a solution while he selfishly snuck away to see you again. To coddle his own emotions and guilt, when none of that would matter if they were unable to save the timelines at all. 

And what was he supposed to do if they managed to prevent the Loom’s destruction? Keep sneaking away to come see you like a long-distance lover? Make up a pretend job for himself, never tell you the truth, and force you to perpetually linger in the liminal space between his crafted persona and who he actually was? 

Not even he could keep a lie that massive forever. You would eventually discover the truth, or perhaps you would realize that there even was a truth different from the one he was selling you. Maybe what the truth was actually didn’t matter; maybe what mattered was that you couldn’t keep living a lie, and that was all it took to break you. 

Loki leaned forward on the sofa, his elbows digging into his knees while dragging his fingertips down his cheeks and over his mouth. His palms pressed together in a silent prayer as his eyes roamed over the room. His eyes filled with tears as he realized this would have to be the last time he ever looked upon it. He would have to leave you, before either of you fell too hard - and maybe, just maybe, that would be enough to save you more than it would destroy him. 

His expression was solemn as he stood back up from the sofa. He hoped he’d been overthinking your expression in the alleyway a week ago, in the club the night before, in your bed as you’d come together. His heart broke as he prayed that you didn’t actually care about him as much as he already cared about you, that this would actually be easy for you. That you still had the strength to pick up the pieces and carry on with your life. 

As Loki turned to leave the living room, to start the long journey back to your bedroom and kiss you goodbye, his eyes caught the painting above your dining room table. His frown shifted into a smile, although his eyes were as distraught and disillusioned as ever. He stepped closer and pressed his fingertips across the frame, thinking about all the stories this single painting told. 

You were so unbelievably talented; every brush stroke had been as carefully placed as the belongings inside your flat. How he wished he could see this tree that you loved so much, and how he longed to feel the same kind of permanent comfort that it seemed to bring you even now. He’d never felt such everlasting solace in his entire life, and he’d even happily settle for being able to provide that kind of love for you some day. 

But it just wasn’t meant to be. And for now, all Loki could hope for was that your father or your friends could help you still move on. 

He reluctantly pulled away and returned down the hallway, training his eyes straight ahead to avoid the beautiful and happy photographs plastered all over the walls. He tried desperately not to look at the candelabrum on the narrow bookshelf. But of course, the morning light caught it, reflecting off the polished brass and right into his anguished gaze. 

Loki couldn’t help but pause in front of it, right outside the doorway to your bedroom. He could hear you breathing in your bed, slowly and peacefully, in the arms of his duplicate. You were so close, and yet so far, because he couldn’t tear himself away from the hall and its haunted reminder of his past life. 

He’d seen that candelabrum before, but he didn’t know how it had found its way here. Surely, it had to be a coincidence, right? That the asymmetrically curved pieces swung upright to form the horns of the golden headpiece he used to wear before the TVA had taken him away? 

Devil’s horns, the enemies of Asgard used to call them. The Dökkláfar of Alfheim had considered them omens of death, but it wasn’t in the same way they had feared Odin’s power, or his brother’s hammer. Those items could always be seen before striking down their enemies; their power was out in the open, demanding to be witnessed, and punishing for their disobedience to the throne. 

But by the time an enemy ever saw Loki’s horns, it was already too late. The damage was already done, secretly in the shadows and hidden upon layers and layers of deceptions and lies. His enemies were already dead by the time Loki finally revealed himself and his Devil’s horns, and their last few seconds were usually spent wondering which trick it was that struck the final blow. 

So what were they doing here, in this young woman’s flat? In London, in 1977, where he’d never been before and surely would never return to again? Surely there was no way you knew what they actually represented. No, it had to just be an unhappy coincidence. 

Back on Asgard, Loki had been repeatedly regulated to operating within the shadows. In his younger years, he had believed it was simply because that was where he excelled. But then he knew better; he knew that Odin had kept him in the shadows intentionally, that he was fit to exist in the light. And now, he was being forced to recede into the shadows yet again, to be nothing but a hopefully wistful and fond memory of yours. 

He had only just found you. He had only just come to know the caring touch of peace, and already he was having to give it back up. 

Another tear rolled down Loki’s cheek, and he quickly wiped it away. He let out a sharp breath, steeled his jaw, and stepped back inside your bedroom, not at all ready to do the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. 

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i. 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 .    red. brown. orange.  yellow. green.  blue. purple.  pink. black.  white. teal. silver. gold.  grey.  lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal. grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream.  mint green.

ii. 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 .    fire. ice. water. air. earth.  rain.  snow.  wind. moon. stars.  sun.  heat. cold. steam.  frost. lightening.  sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk.  twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset.  dewdrops.

iii. 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 .    claws. long fingers.  fangs.  teeth.  wings.  tails.  lips.  bare feet. freckles.  bruises. canine.  scars. scratches. ears. wounds.  burns. spikes.  feathers.  webs.  eyes.  hands.  sweat.  tears.  feline.  chubby.  curvy.  short. tall.  normal height.  muscular.  slender. trained. piercings.  tattoos. strong. weak.  shapeshifting.

iv. 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐘 .    fists. sword.  dagger.  spear.  scythe.  bow and arrow.  hammer.  shield.  poison.  guns.  axes.  throwing axes.  whips. knives. throwing knives.  pepper sprays.  tasers.  machine guns.  slingshots.  katanas.  maces.  staffs.  wands.  powers.  magical items.  magic. rocks.

v. 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 .    gold. silver. platinum. titanium.  diamonds.  pearls.  rubies.  sapphires. emeralds.  amethyst. metal.  iron. rust.  steel.  glass. wood.  porcelain.  paper.  wool.  fur.  lace. leather. copper. silk.  velvet. denim.  linen.  cotton.  charcoal.  clay.  stone. asphalt.  brick. marble. dust.  glitter.  blood. dirt.  mud. smoke.  ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.  yarn.  slime.

vi. 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 .    grass.  leaves .  trees.  bark.  roses.  daisies.  tulips.  holly.  lavender. lilies. petals. thorns. seeds.  hay. sand.  rocks.  snow. ice.  roots.  flowers. ocean. river.  lake.  meadow.  forest.  desert.  tundra. savanna.  rain forest.  swamp.  caves.  underwater.  coral reef.beach. waves. space.  clouds.  mountains.  fungi.  cliffs.

vii. 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒 .    lions. wolves. tiger. black panther. eagles. owls.  falcons. hawks.  swans.  snakes. turtles.  ducks.  bugs.  roaches.  spiders.  birds.  whales.  dolphins.  fish.  sharks.  horses.  cats. dogs.  bunnies.  praying mantis.  crows.  ravens.  mice.  lizards.  frogs.  bears.  werewolves. unicorns.  pegasus.  dinosaurs.  dragons.

viii. 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃/𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 .    sugar.  salt.  water.  candy.  bubblegum.  wine.  champagne. hard liquor.  beer.  coffee. tea.  spices.  herbs.  apple.  orange.  lemon.  cherry.  strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish.  pies.  desserts. chocolate.  cream. caramel.  berries.   nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos.  pizza.

ix. 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 .    music.  art.  watercolors.  gardening.  smithing.  sculpting.  painting. sketching. fighting.  fencing.  riding. writing. composing.  cooking. sewing.  training. dancing.  acting. singing. martial arts.  self-defense.  electronics.  technology. cameras.  video cameras.  video games. computer.  phone.  movies. theater. libraries.  books. magazines. poetry.  philosophy. cds. records.  vinyls.  cassettes.  piano.  violin.  cello. guitar.  electronic guitar. bass guitar.  harmonica.  synthesizers.  harp.  woodwinds.  brass. trumpet.  flute. drums.  bells. playing cards.  poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating.  climbing. running.

x. 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 .    lingerie.  armor. cape.  dress.  suit.  tunic. vest.  shirt. boots.  heels.  leggings. trousers.  jeans.  skirt.  jewelry.  earrings.  necklace.  bracelet. ring. pendant.  hat.  crown.  circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie.  brocade.  cloaks.  corsets.  doublet.  chest plate.  gorget.  bracers.  belt. sash.  coat. jacket. hood.  gloves. socks. masks.  cowls.  braces.  watches. glasses. sun glasses.  visor.  eye contacts.  makeup.

xi. 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂 .    balloons.  bubbles.  cityscape. landscape. light.  dark.  candles.  war.  peace. money. power.  percussion.  clocks. photos.  mirrors.  pets.  diary.  fairy lights.  madness.  sanity.  sadness.  happiness.  optimism. pessimism.  loneliness. anger.  family. friends. assistants.  co-workers.  enemies.  lovers.  loyalty. smoking.  alcohol.  drugs.  kindness.  love. embracing.

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summary ☾⋆⁺₊ you are the real star of the show, and furina wants your attention only to herself. notes ☾⋆⁺₊ furina x gn!reader, this work is meant to be read as sapphic. drabble set in a unspecified royalty au. furina is down bad for you, a pretty stranger she saw... she's so dramatic i love her!! and this is my first time writing for her and frankly i'm a little stressed but it is what it is. not proof read. men dni.

It was unfair how beautiful you were, dancing away and being showered with affection by others. If the ballroom was full of riches and golds, then you were the prettiest diamond one could find in Tevyat. Your smile– the way your lips curved at people's words, wrinkles barely visible from under your fan– it seemed to shine brighter than any of the stars could.

She wondered, how did your laugh sound? Was it a melody so pure, that she would fall asleep to it? Or was it like the birds' song, making her own lips curve in a smile?

Despite all, you were not paying attention to Furina.

That… annoyed her, to say the least. Why talk with them, when you could chat away and dance with her? What made them better than her? Frankly, she only knew your name and that was only because she went over the guest list Neuvillette prepaped, but nonetheless!

Why?

The more she stared at you, the more she started to notice about you. The gestures you made, the little gasps at the gossips, the deadpan look you gave to a man next to you and your laugh right after it, she didn't even realize when her cheeks started to prickle with warmth, dusting with pink.

Why was she so infatuated with you, a stranger, on her own ball?

"Neuvillette!" she called suddenly and pointed rudely at you, something akin to a pout on her lips, "Why are they not talking to me?!"

And why did she want you to pay attention to her so badly?

The man blinked and looked at you, before looking back at Furina and replying, "It appears that they are busy, lady Furina. Perhaps if you go and talk to them, they might start paying attention to you."

"Fine!" She got up from the fancy chair, her dress bouncing with the sudden movement. She grabbed the glass from the table and cleared her throat, smiling and catching people's eyes.

"My dearest guests! I am so grateful for your coming! This ball would not be the same without all of you!" After hearing her words, everyone around started clapping in agreement, including you.

You closed the fan with a flick of your wrist and smiled, your attention now on her and Furina was sure her heart just skipped a beat or two.

"So please, let us celebrate this further and dance, once again! Orchestra!" She pointed her glass in the direction of the musicians, and soon, the ballroom was filled with tunes of piano and strings, inviting everyone to dance.

Furina herself put the glass back on the table and almost skipped in your direction, once again catching yours and the people's around glances.

"May I have this dance?" she asked and you blinked at her, surprised to hear her words. And yet you gave your fan to a woman nearby and smiled at her, and Furina had to fight the urge to giggle, in happiness that you didn't reject her.

"It would be my pleasure, lady Furina." You bowed elegantly and put your own hand in hers.

And now, finally, your eyes were on her and her only.

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summary ☾⋆⁺₊ You didn't even realize when the interest in your brother's friend– Clorinde, turned into adoration. But alas, your brother is no one else than Wriothesley and so your little crush will not go unnoticed… notes ☾⋆⁺₊ clorinde x gn!reader this work is meant to be read as sapphic. headcanons. reader is a sapphic disaster, crush-on-the-first-glance, not written very seriously so take it with a grain of salt. heheheHEHEH HIII this idea was so silly. i'm happy i finally wrote it. as a fellow lesbian disaster i had to write reader just falling for a pretty serious woman and be an absolutely mess (while still pulling the said woman) ft. wrio being a menace. @snobwaffles get ur food!! men dni.

→ It started as something… really, not much. You were spending most of the time in the infirmary room with Sigewinne, chatting and helping her with the patients. If not with her, you would be in Wriothesley's office, dragged by him to enjoy a short "tea break". The break was really just you relaying all the gossip and other interesting things you've heard over a cup of warm tea, but… those were simple details. It was usually just you and Wriothesley, sometimes Sigewinne if she wasn't busy, until that one day when a new person appeared in his office. That person was Clorinde, of course. You've heard of her, who didn't? But never really had the chance to talk to her before, somehow always missing her visits to the Fortress of Meropide until now. She was here just for a moment, just to give something to Wriothesley and leave, she claimed. And yet it didn't stop him from asking her to stay for some tea. You jokingly chimed in, asking if your presence during the tea breaks was not enough anymore, and at that moment, Clorinde finally spared you a longer glance.

→ Oh, archons. You weren't the person to fall for anyone with just a single, mere, one godsdamn glance, no. You were above being a hopeless romantic pining for anyone that caught your interest, really. And yet when you met her deep, piercing, violet gaze your smile almost faltered, your heart skipped a beat and suddenly you no longer could put yourself above falling for the first pretty person you see on the street. Your brother's office– the place was not the point! The point was that you just saw the prettiest yet intimidating woman in your life, someone you would actually admire from afar, watching her fight the brave fools wishing to win their freedom. And you wouldn't get bored of it. In simple words, you were simply fucked, and this? Was only the beginning.

→ Clorinde agreed to stay that day. You spent most of the tea break just sneaking glances at her, admiring her from your seat but rarely speaking. You were fine with simply watching her and listening to her talk. But then the short meeting ended and for… reasons, yes, you started visiting your brother's office more often. Be it with Sigewinne for her usual Wriothesley check-up, be it alone with the offer of a tea break, assuming he's not busy himself, all to see if you can catch Clorinde in the office again. You thought you were so sneaky with that but, no, you were nowhere close to being sneaky. Especially not when you just… ah, mentioned Clorinde in the passing, wondering when his friend would come to visit again… He gave you a look. You gave him a look. At that moment you realized that you were nowhere being subtle about your interest in her. He surely noticed the quick glances from above your cup at her, didn't he– He did. You wanted to laugh at yourself and your poor try at being subtle.

→ But for once, life decided to smile at you. Just as you wished, you managed to get another chance to meet Clorinde. Again in the office, around tea, but it was a chance nonetheless. You swore to yourself that this time, you would actually talk more to her. You would get nowhere with simply sitting in silent admiration, right? Not when your brother knew about that because you were oh, so, subtle that everyone and their mother knew. You even started to suspect that it was thanks to him who arranged this meeting… not that you were mad at him, no. You quietly appreciated it. And it was going well, this time you found it in yourself to talk to Clorinde, even despite the nerves. It was going… good, even. You were getting along with her and you could feel your little crush only grow and grow.

→ But your brother's name was Wriothesley and, frankly, that man could be a terrible menace if he wanted to. And seemed today he wanted to, given how suddenly in the middle of the meeting, he got up from his chair and apologized for the suddenness of it, but he just remembered that he had something to do and had to leave, but no, you and Clorinde should still enjoy your tea party, he would be back in a minute or two. His "one minute" was in reality ten. A part of you was happy to be left with Clorinde alone, you would finally be able to talk alone with her, just you. But the other part of you wanted to smack your brother, especially after the knowing look he gave you and, maybe, just maybe, throw him into the nearest water container and wish for him the worst.

→ And to your surprise, the conversation with Clorinde didn't instantly die. No, you two managed to find a common topic after a moment of awkward silence and you could swear she herself was trying to keep on the conversation. In a rather sloppy way, but you appreciated the effort either way. It was pleasant, even if a little awkward and the ten minutes passed way too fast for your own liking. The moment Wriothesley came back, Clorinde excused herself, saying that now she had to go back to work. You were surprised at how fast she got up because, archons, the conversation was going just well, wasn't it? Or maybe she really was busy and it wasn't just an excuse…

→ Before you could think more about it, Clorinde added that she would be back next week, her gaze stopping on you for a moment before leaving the office with a short goodbye to Wriothesley. You blinked, dumbfounded. She will be here next week. She looked at you as she said that. You would get to talk with her again. You were just about to, oh, maybe yell a little from happiness when Wriothesley cleared his throat, raising his eyebrows and going "Soooo..." in this annoying way of his and all the feeling of appreciation of leaving you alone with her went out of the room, the urge to drown– throw something at him came back. Godsdamn gossip girl of a brother.

→ But… another meeting with Clorinde was secured. That was what mattered the most. Now, you would only need to find a way to get him out of the room, his own office, but that was for later. Maybe you could even ask Sigewinne to help you… later.

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TRACK 0 ˚♬ ﾟ.: INTRODUCTIONS. Let's all take a look at our magnificent cast, shall we?

NAVIGATION ˚♬ ﾟ.: masterlist -> next

MAIN CAST ˚♬ ﾟ.: and their private accounts!

SECONDARY CAST ˚♬ ﾟ.: y/n's group!

SECONDARY CAST ˚♬ ﾟ.: furina's group!

SECONDARY CAST ˚♬ ﾟ.: the president, the vice, and the most popular girl in school!

SUPPORTING CAST ˚♬ ﾟ.: the fabulous magicians and their little brother!

CHAPTER NOTES ˚♬ ﾟ.: welcome to the introductions !! everyone's in their second year of highschool with exceptions for freminet (who's in first year) + chiori, neuvie and wrio, who are in their third year. navia is friends with everyone, and you will see her interacting with both furina's group and y/n's group. wrio has a band, and chiori owns her own small clothing business. while neuvie and wrio aren't assigned to any specific group, you will see them interact with certain characters from both groups. the supporting cast on the other hand has a very special role...

TAGLIST ˚♬ ﾟ.: send an ask/comment to be added!

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oh my god i just KNOWW furina is the best at dancing a waltz.

such a fine lady she is. <3

summary ☾⋆⁺₊ how would dancing with her look like, you ask? notes ☾⋆⁺₊ furina x gn!reader, this work is meant to be read as sapphic. very short drabble + hcs. can be read as a second part of this post. and omg anon you are SO RIGHT. i wrote 90% of this at night and just formatted later in the morning so it is terrible not proofread AJSHSJ men dni.

Given lady Furina's dramatics, you expected her to try to show off while dancing, try to make herself the main attraction but... it turns out she was a great, great dancing partner.

She led you carefully, a gentle but firm hand on your back while smiling at you all the time. She twirled you with a laugh, and you couldn't help but laugh too, enjoying the dance far more than with anyone else in the ballroom.

You weren't the best at dancing, but with Furina holding your hand and leading you across the floor, it felt so natural that you didn't worry about misplacing your feet or tripping.

And despite not even trying, she still caught everyone's attention with how happy she seemed while dancing with you.

→ just imagine her dancing. so effortlesly leading you across the floor... she wouldn't mind letting you lead, but i feel like majority of the time it's would be her in the lead. i think she'd be happy just dancing with you! it's such a fun thing to do, maybe one of her favorites to do together <3

→ if you don’t know how to dance a waltz, she’s happy to teach you the steps and once you fall into the rhythm, she'd remind you to not worry about misplacing your feet and keep your eyes on her, voice dropping a little lower, just between you two. did your heart just skipped a beat? you think it did.

→ she wouldn’t let you fall if you happen to trip, instead she would secure you and totally make it look as if it was a part of the dance all the time. yes, you were meant to twirl right now and then step here. yes, it was planned. she liked being a little extra, so what wrong in adding a little more to the dance?

(you didn't miss how she told you to be careful, though, because she doesn't want you to trip and fail, alright? that'd be no good. her voice was really pretty, a thought passed your mind. you wished to hear it more.)

→ do you think she talks while dancing? because i think she does. she’d be so happy to dance with you, it'd be hard to stay quiet and so she wouldn't. you'd probably get distracted by her voice and colorful words, but it's alright.

→ the move where the leading dancer twirls their partner is her favorite. if she was leading, she'd think that you looked really pretty during this move and she would grin, compliments slipping past her mouth. if you were leading, she would laugh and think how funny it is, to twirl around the room while holding your hand.

→ be it in the privates of her room or in front of everyone, if furina gets the chance to dance with you, she will take it and enjoy it to the fullest. please, indulge this little lady!

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TRACK 2 ˚♬ ﾟ.: WE ARE BACK, WE ARE SO BACK

NAVIGATION ˚♬ ﾟ.: previous <- masterlist -> next

taglist ˚♬ ﾟ.: @flutterawayx @verry-fave-fics-and-art @inelenastyle @nessaprooop @superstar-ethereal (comment/or send an ask/or reblog to be added to the taglist!)

notes ˚♬ ﾟ.: s.sorry for the wait it will happen again. i hope it wont. also sorry for lower quality chapter but it Will get better next chapter. trust me. we are finally entering the silly funny theatre kids section of the smau YIPPEEE in fashion squad gals, the chat is viewed from furina's pov and always will be!! dividers here used, as always, by cafekitsune.

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TRACK 1 ˚♬ ﾟ.: WITH THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP!

NAVIGATION ˚♬ ﾟ.: previous <- masterlist -> next

taglist ˚♬ ﾟ.: @flutterawayx @verry-fave-fics-and-art (comment/or send an ask/or reblog to be added to the taglist!)

notes ˚♬ ﾟ.: FINALLY WE'RE HERE the first chapter. i dont have much else to say... dont think too much about any logistics regarding the plot here its a funny silly smau </3 have a great day/night/evening everyone !! dividers here used, as always, by cafekitsune.

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notes ☾⋆⁺₊ sneak peak of the arlecchino x fem!reader x furina royalty au! , this work is meant to be read as sapphic. i am not dead yet but frankly not well enough physically to be writing. hopefully i'll be back soon <3 men dni.

(...) Because Lady Furina, known to all and adored by many, frankly, preferred feeding her favorite court lady the tastiest pastries from across the nation, rather than worrying about politics and wars.

You, were her favorite.

Perhaps you were the most important person there right after Furina, given how she was treating you and how much respect she was expecting from everyone to be given to you. The advisors were important too, they were the ones to keep the nation and its people going, but it was you who stole the queen’s heart. 

It was widely known to the people of the royal court to keep their distance from you if they had nothing of high importance, lest they bothered you enough to whisper a word to their beloved queen. 

Even if they knew how things looked behind the curtains, they wanted not to get on Lady Furina’s bad side. 

They all did anyway. You couldn’t count anymore how many times someone tried to win Furina’s favor through you. A word here and there, about how important they were for the court and how much they had to offer the queen, more than she or anyone thought.

You passed on their words to your lady and with utmost satisfaction and amusement watched the unfolding performance the next day. 

Most knew to stay quiet. Some didn’t. 

What most didn’t know, however, was that the relationship of the queen and her favorite lady in court was… more intimate than most assumed. 

Too intimate, one could say. (...)

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SUMMARY ˚♬ ﾟ.: The local theatre next to your school is closing, due to being unable to cover all the expenses. While expected, the news still break your heart and you can't seem to accept them. With your friends, you decide to make a plan of saving your beloved theatre. What you did not expect, though, is that while saving the place, a very special feeling will bloom between you and a certain girl from your school that, too, wishes to save the theatre...

tags ˚♬ ﾟ.: this work is meant to be read as sapphic. modern/social media au, furina x gn!reader fluff, comedy, light angst. set in fontainian highschool! majority of the fontaine cast is here. expect references to other games, shows, songs and so go on. men dni.

masterlist: ˚♬ ﾟ.: introduction. track 1. track 2. track 3.

taglist ˚♬ ﾟ.: @flutterawayx @verry-fave-fics-and-art @inelenastyle @nessaprooop @superstar-ethereal @huanator (comment/or send an ask/or reblog to be added to the taglist!)

notes ˚♬ ﾟ.: hehehehee. the smau is here. i'll try to update at least twice a week, maybe three times if i manage !! this is going to be a very silly cute smau and im vvv excited for it <3 dividers here used, as always, by cafekitsune. take care n enjoy!! designed tag for the smau is #♬ sing me a love song dear

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ABOUT THE BLOG ☾⋆⁺₊ this is a genshin impact x reader blog focused purely on wlw/nblw relationships and a safe space for everyone who identifies as wlw or nblw. before interacting please read BYF/DNI. more utc. dividers used on the blog by @cafekitsune

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i am a 20 years old non-binary lesbian and i use he/they pronouns! i main venti/xiao and my favorite genshin girls are mona, ei, ningguang and furina. in general i'm a rather lazy writer and i take time to write... but i usually finish it at one point lololol i adore action filled criminal mysteries, especially if they are queer! and also, i've been writing for years now... nine or so, maybe? on a side note: this isn't my first writing genshin blog and i have one that is more general in its content~ if you are interested, check out @heiayen

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