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hiii! im inlove with ur letter from (character) series!!! can i request a version for kaeya or venti? whichever you prefer!
heyy omg thank u so much 👩❤️💋👩 its still very new and i wish to improve it but im glad u like it! i decided to go with kaeya this time just cause i feel more comfortable writing for him, i hope thats okay and you can always request venti again!
a letter from kaeya
gender neutral reader
the tavern is the best place to rest after a long day of work, but lately.. its been starting to feel like a task. like.. im required to go there? quite odd, no? considering it is where i spend all my nights. but, thats not why i sent this letter.
ever since we met, i knew there was something different about you. not in a bad way, of course! but i saw myself in you. and, im worried.
i dont want you to feel what i feel sometimes. so i promise you i will stick by your side every single day, okay?
yesterday, i observed the stars. it was confusing.. the stars.. resembling daisies scattered in trampled, grassy fields, the stars studded the night sky gloriously. yet, the star that shines brightest in my eye(s), is you.
meet with me where the stars shine the brightest, tomorrow night, and we can figure them out together.
series in which genshin characters reach level 10 in friendship and become self aware
word count 585
series masterlist // series masterlist mondstadt // navigation
notes // here is some jean sagau :D sadly, i never really found something jean centered in sagaus, and if, she's always ready to kill the impostor 💀 not that i'm against that or anything, i'm just a bit sad, because i really like jean
warnings // ft. klee bombing mondstadt, jean getting new set artifacts/weapon and yeeting slimes (these aren’t even real warnings lmao), cursing, hints of god!reader
Jean woke up oddly refreshed and energized, ready to fight a dozens hilicurls all alone. Which was odd, considering how bad her sleep was when she fell asleep on her table in her office.
Surprisingly, the sun was just about to rise and Jean decided to do a short exercise to start the day. Something she hadn't done a long time. She left a note for her knights and went her way out of Mondstadt, ready for patrol. Getting a small snack from Sara, she made her way out of the city. Oddly enough, she also went to Katherine and asked for commissions. She was really in a good mood, so she didn't question her own decision too much. And the commissions would pose as a good morning exercise.
As soon she was over the bridge, she started jogging, slowly increasing her pace until she was running. After dismantling three hilichurl camps, she only needed to defeat a bunch of cryo slimes. Her anemo seemed stronger than usual and even her trusted blade finished the enemies much quicker off than usual. Yet she didn't pause to think too much about it and continued her way.
She left for the last commission, the sun already up and if she had to guess the time, it was around 9am. Jean knew she had to finish up quickly and so she started running again, to the Dawn Winery.
Jean saw the big cryo slime from afar and sped up again, as an explosion disrupted the calm scenery. Oh no, she only thought.
"Klee?! I know you're here, why are you not in- oh dear", she only sighed. Klee came running from the Dawn Winery, leaving a trial of bombs after her. Hilichurls and even a mitachurl ran after her, only to get blown up as soon they came too near to the bombs and getting thrown in all directions. They all died with pitiful whimpers and choked screams.
"KLEE!" Klee came to a skidding halt right before her and looked at her with big eyes.
"Jean! Uhm- Klee was just visiting Mister in the big house there-" Jean just crossed her arms, staring down at the little pyromaniac.
"Klee, please- no excuses today. I need to wrap a commission and then we'll go back immediatly. No discussions." Klee mumbled something akin to a yes and followed after her.
Jean summoned her sword and infused it with anemo, rushing towards the group of cyro slimes. In the background, Klee shouted her support, as she threw two of the slimes towards the lake. But she understaminated her own power and the slimes flew much farther than she actually planned.
"WOO- LET'S GO JEAN, YEET THIS BITCHES!" What, she could only think and then there was suddenly something- someone controlling her, using her body to defeat the slimes.
"Hmm, maybe she can throw them even further when I give her Aquila Favonia? But Bennett is using it right now- okay, let's do this."
Jean watched with wide eyes how her Favonius Sword vanished and was replaced by another blade while she still stood surrounded by slimes. Once again her weapon was infused with anemo energy and the slimes flew again in the lake- she didn't think it was possible but it was further than before.
Oh Barbatos- no, this was not Barbatos' blessing, this was a blessing of someone different. Yet this blessing also seemed to have a sacrifice, her control of her own body. But who was she to refuse?
♔ –––– TEYVAT CHOSE TO BLESS RÓISÍN WITH A PYRO VISION at the tender age of five years old, this half-inazuman child who lived in the city of freedom with her mother. at the same time, her mother was wooing an inazuman man who had traveled out of the island nation in order to seek his fortune. the question of her birth father would later sow the seeds of ambition in her, an argument with her mother leading to her vision and the first use of it.
a patch of grass around the child was set ablaze, and eleanor quickly picked her up and stomped the flames with her shoes. grasped tightly in one of róisín’s tiny hands was a vision, marked upon with the wings of mondstadt.
she was soon enrolled to train as a knight of favonius, but would find herself growing irritated with how pitiful most of them were. it was not uncommon for róisín to pick fights with older knights, before proving her own m e t t l e .
varka, finding her passion admirable but UNTAMED, decided to put her under eula in the reconnaissance company as róisín grew older. it was clear that, unlike the spark knight, róisín’s displays were not of innocent devastation but of aggressive destruction. to put that to use, it would be best to focus that dangerous nature into something that required the valiance of a knight and the weaponry of a warrior.
now, as one of the members of the reconnaissance company, she has been given the title of THE FLAMETHORN KNIGHT. unlike eula, her strength in strategy was something to be discovered and nurtured rather than innate; like eula, though, most in mondstadt tend to look upon her with distrust.
róisín wields a catalyst and a pyro vision. her constellation is rosae suffacatio, the choking roses.
Hello guys! It's been a while since I posted the first smut and I know I should post more but i'm busy with some problems that i'm trying to resolve so I don't really have much time to write even if I know what I want to write and for who. Also I have one draft that I have to complete and that will be the next post even though I don't know when I'll finish to write it. But yeah i'm really sorry for not posting!! Anyway if you want you can ask me smt whether are requests or not!
Not a style i used to drawing in, but were gonna roll with it. I knew about this chest in Mond, but for some reason thought i already claimed it. That was some background practice, and im not good in backgrounds...
As someone who doesn't connect with people very well and has a hard time making friends, this is legitimately the best news I have heard all day.
#ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ramblings#seriously #I don't like playing online #tried it with Genshin #nope #I literally made a side account just for the sake of getting the Co-Op achievements 🙃 #I don't get along with people
Summary: How you look after Diluc when he goes through an uncomfortable shift one night.
Pairing: Diluc x GN!Reader
Word Count: 786
Warnings: Just a bit of bones breaking but not in full detail, feral! Diluc, Diluc being touch-starved.
A/N: This is my first ever post but I wish to write more, let me know what you want and which characters you want me to write.
This poor boy absolutely doesn’t want to bother you with what he calls the ‘Ragnvindr curse’.
He’s known of his family history before he could walk and talk: his father had been proud to talk to him about their family’s bloodline, yet the older Diluc got, the more he saw his bloodline as inconvenient.
He’s barely at the Dawn Winery: always out most nights until the early hours of the morning, where he slumps back into bed to greet you, body flushed and broken, kissing your forehead and muttering a tired apology for taking so long.
You don’t like seeing him in pain or agony: it breaks your heart to listen to how he describes shifting and what it does to his body, his cries of pain in another room if he ever locks himself in his office. It makes you want to help in any way possible, even when he protests not to.
Diluc loves you dearly—he doesn’t know what his wolf form would do to you or any other person if they got too close. It is something that he holds dearly to him—if he was to ever hurt you or worse, he would never forgive himself again.
The heavy, jerky movements and objects crashing in the other room were enough to make you twitch with comfortability, heart heavily laced for your lover. The sounds of bones shifting growls and howls of pain broke your heart, finding yourself rushing to the young bachelor’s office, pondering what was the right thing to do in consoling him.
The doorknob felt heavy like lead in your hands as you twisted it as if it was stopping you from going in, but to no avail, you pushed your way through, taking in the torn-through room.
It was dark and impossible to see, desk and chair shoved across the room, papers scattered. You could feel your heart pounding, and no doubt, you knew Diluc could hear it too.
Within the darkness, the only light that you could see was the faint glow of the full moon, darting out between the crimson curtains.
It helped to show the faint glow of red fur through the darkness.
The dark shadows moved and grew, and before you, you finally could see the hunched over form of what you knew was Diluc, back turned from you, hands cradling his face.
You made no move to him at first, gingerly speaking in a faint whisper to gain his attention. “Diluc.”
The large head of the wolf turned with a snarl from his curled lips, snarling with a sharp bite, bright red eyes glaring back at you through the abyss. Your heart dropped as if your body was hanging by a small thread over a drop, waiting for the fall and scream. You watched his every movement like a hawk, and he mirrored you.
“Leave.” His voice was warped to a deep, harsh tone, body rippling with fur and muscle, standing to a tall, towering height, watching you silently to wait for you to obey.
“No,” you took a hesitant step towards him, wishing he would simply accept your love, your touches of reassurances, and not push you away, “I’m here for you.”
“I do not…” he snorted through his long nose, mixed with a snarl, “I do not wish to hurt you.”
Your heart pranged a horrid stab to your chest that made you feel as broken as he must’ve been feeling. “Oh, my love. You would never hurt me.”
You stepped closer and closer towards him, until he stood inches away, the rolling steam from his warm body radiated off of him, his wolf form almost twice your height and accessing your next moves.
Your hand reached to him, waiting for him to move to you and not vice versa, and finally, the warm suffocated you whole, the fur on his head coming into contact with you as he slowly welcomed your touch.
Diluc seemed to melt under your warm and tender touches, body slouching in both relief and exhaustion, his body leaning closer and closer into you as you cradled him just how he wanted to be cradled.
Neither of you spoke a word, but you could tell your lover appreciated your touches, gentle and fond, reminding him that he would not have to do this alone ever again. His fur was soft albeit snared with a few knots and tangles, smoothly running your fingers from the back of the nape of his neck down towards his spine, eliciting a shudder that didn’t go unnoticed.
“I’m here for you,” you kissed between his brows, soft red eyes nearly looked teary from being so touch-starved, “I’ll always be here for you.”