synopsis: aether is crowned prince of the abyss. before that, he had you.
pairing: abyss prince!aether x gn!reader, mutual feelings
genre: idk what you call this. 12am angst brainrot?
notes: i woke up from like three minutes of sleep and chose abyss prince aether. i have class in six hours, but i also have priorities
limbs aching from running, clawing their way through the falling city that was once so glorious. the sky of blue and white had now turned crimson red with the black smoke of fires burning in the distance. and among it all is you, standing on a fallen pillar with a fire starting at your feet. aether is briefly reminded of how witches of other worlds were burned at stake for the sins people accused them off. magic is nothing foreign to these lands, but aether thinks that if he were to accuse you of a crime; it’d be taking his heart.
lumine would laugh at him, in a way his sister always would when she realised he had a crush. leaving your poor twin sister alone so soon? in the back of his head, he whispers an apology to her. how he would have loved to die after seeing those flowers in her hair, the wild smile on her face while they sparred or even just feel her hand in his as they jumped to another world.
he’s sure she would have loved you.
she would have loved you, even as you looked around the chaos with a bright grin. loved you for loving her brother, for staying by his side when she couldn’t. she would have loved you, if only not for the fact that you’re dying and neither you nor aether know when you will return.
the flames on the pillar have grown, devouring your lower half slowly. even then, you don’t flinch. aether wonders how many times you’ve done this, whether or not it’s easier than falling asleep for you. he hopes it is. if you ever felt a prick of pain, he would kill the damn god that cursed you, and then everyone else.
“aether.”
he drops to a knee at your call, the scraped skin meeting burnt grass. he does not wince or blink, wanting to keep this image of you in his mind. aether doesn’t know how many generations will pass till the gods give you back to him.
“your highness.”
“there’s no need for such formalities, especially coming from my darling prince.” you laugh, like a songbird on a spring morning. aether will miss the sound of it, “time is almost up.”
“yes.” his voice wavers, and your smile becomes sad. verbal confrontation was never something between you both. the truth was told with blades, the violent dance in the battlefield. your coming death had never been discussed explicitly, even now. oh, how aether wishes you could die by his hands instead.
“you know what you are to do, correct?”
“of course,” aether says, firm and determined. he had made his decision long ago, and sacrifices were to be made.
you were the first.
you smile at him, proud and sad at the same time. aether wonders if he reminds you of yourself from long ago. i will not let you lose your love again, he thinks when you offer him a hand through the flames. he takes it, wishing he could pull you out of the flames that glow golden once your hands meet. never again.
“at this moment, i hereby renounce my title as monarch of the abyss. let what is left of us hear my last order; that aether will take my place as your prince, now and forevermore.”
and with that, the flames begin to burn even hotter. but aether stays, ignoring the look of surprise and questioning on your face as he hooks his pinky with yours.
“500 years,” he whispers, almost desperate as the golden flames sear his skin, “500 years is all i’ll give you to come back to me. that is an order.”
it’s the first and only chance he has to demand something of you, now that he is the prince and you are dying. despite the flames eating you alive, you smile at him once again, bittersweet in a way your love has always been. aether wishes he could kiss you.
“anything for you.”
and with those three words, you’re gone. aether stands in front of the charred pillar, breathing out a sigh. the world continues to burn around him, but he simply stares at the place you once stood. the gods wouldn’t even leave your ashes, he thought bitterly.
he doesn’t, or just can’t, dwell on it. aether kneels before the pillar one last time, head hung low, before he stands up and leaves to search for what is left of the army you gave him.
it will be a long 500 years.
k u r o o ✓ (insp) | ✧ haikyuu!! month: day 09
[Pairing/s: Platonic!Venti x Reader]
Genre: Fluff, comfort
Warning: None
Note: I couldn't fall asleep, so I write. Grammatical errors will be edited in the morning, ehe.
"Shall I sing you a lullaby to help you fall asleep?" Your bard friend suggested after you told him about your little predicament, unable to fall asleep because of your active mind and a wild imagination that scared you enough for you to not be able to fall asleep. How he got into your room? Well, the wind vision bearer bard had heard you through the wind that entered your room as you sigh and complain to yourself about your situation and wanted to help, so he claims, maybe he just wanted to sleep over cause he has no where else to rest for the night.
"That would be highly appreciated, Venti" he smirk upon hearing your reply and immediately took out his lyre to play you a tune, a famous lullaby that every children of Mondstadt knew, familiar words enter your ears that you remember your mother used to sang to you when you were just a little lass, accompanied by Venti's comforting voice that you grew familiar and fond of.
Your body instantly relaxes, your eyes growing drowsy with every word that spills from the Bard's mouth, you grew sleepier and sleepier until your eyes grew tired enough to close, your body sink into the comfort of your mattress whilst your consciousness drift off to dreamland, finally getting your rest.
Venti ended the lullaby and placed his lyre aside, to cover you up with your blanket that protects you from the cold of the night, quietly he stare at the tranquil expression you wear as you sleep.
"Sweet dreams, (Y/N)"
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Notes: Feeding everyone.
Characters: Aether, Albedo, Bennett, Chongyun, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, fem!reader
Warnings: not proofread, hints of death, implications of dying, mentions of death, bit of crack, bit of angst, bit of fluff, bit of everything
Personal Favourites in this work: Venti, Diluc, Albedo, Xiao
His sister is already missing. What do you think he would feel if you ask something like that?
The fear in him is real. It seems endless, all this looking around for his sister. Adding you going missing into the mix, it was like torture. Like an endless spiral down into an endless hole.
“Aether? It’s just a hypothetical question, you don’t have to think about it too mu–” you were really just blurting out thoughts and nonsense.
He pulls you in for a hug, one arm tight around your waist and the other behind your head. “Please don’t” he whispers. “I don’t have anything else,”
He’ll become a shell of himself if you disappear. He’d look for you, but he’ll shed tears every night.
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𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : After our main character, a miserable university student gets into a hit-and-run, she wakes up as the NPC villainess, (y/n) Onigasaki in the world of Genshin Impact. With her knowledge of the game, she tries to survive in Inazuma and live a quiet and peaceful life until Aether arrives; unfortunately, there are some obstacles she has to overcome as the most evil villainess.
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genshin boys as break up tropes
character/s: albedo, childe, diluc, kaedehara kazuha, gorou, scaramouche, thoma, xiao
albedo: the “i left because the longer i stayed, the less i loved myself” trope, because you were tired of always feeling like the way he looked over at you had grown into a sense of repulsion rather than love.
childe: the “i know what’s good for me and i knew it wasn’t you” trope, because even as he flees the scene with a cruel smirk and leaves you to take the fall on the moist dirt with blood on your hands — in the distant gleam of flashing red lights and faint shouts echoing in the tranquil woods…you still think he’s a good person.
diluc: the “i love the memories more than i love you” trope, because at some point, the both of you had realized you only dragged the relationship on, with the basis that the person in front of you was the still the same one you swore you remembered in your head.
kazuha: the “there are some things that you just have to walk away from, no matter how much it hurts” trope, because you hate that you would never bring yourself to love anyone more than the destined wanderer, and he hates that he would never find it in himself to love anyone the same way he loved the you that wished to settle down.
gorou: the “and i waited, and i never complained — because i figured you’d love me” trope, because he finally realized that the biggest mistake wasn’t falling for you, but for thinking that you had fallen for him too.
scaramouche: the “i only got closer to you because i wanted her” trope, because you’ve never realized how much you loved him until it began to hurt when you stood aside and watched the way your lover’s bitter irises softened at her name.
thoma: the “it’s painful to ask someone to stay, when you know they want to leave” trope, because even though he knows you’ve already grown tired of him, he can’t find it in himself to admit the repulsive truth that you just don’t love him like he loves you anymore.
xiao: the “i miss you doesn’t mean i’m coming back, and i love you doesn’t mean i’ll stay” trope, because even as you hear the soft rumble of his familiar voice through your phone that sings you tenderly to sleep on a lonely night — despite you parting your own separate ways months ago and deciding to remain as close friends, you never stopped praying to the gods that it would somehow…still be him at the end of it.
Y/N: Any tips to fall asleep, Venti?
Venti: 30 glasses of wines should help.