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if it's okay to make more requests, i have another one! my wanderer hyperfixation is still going strong 😭 can i please request wanderer taking care of a drunk reader who has a drinking problem? sorry if that's a weird request 💀

I wouldn't call it weird, but more like... concerning? 🤨 Please stay safe! I hope you're doing fine, I don't recall getting a reaction from you about your previous request, months ago... My apologies by the way, for the time it took... partially due to Wanderer's presence in the 4.8 summer event. Screentime & new voice lines from him means more material for inspiration and writing him. And... procrastination 😅

Wanderer taking care of drunk GN reader with drinking problems

Ambient music (ironically fitting title):

You come back to your senses after feeling a sudden splash of cold water hitting your face.

"Morning, sunshine."

With your sight gaining some clarity back, you can first discern a figure standing before you, with crossed arms. As your ears slowly pick up on their surrounding, revealing the presence of a river nearby, the figure gets clearer and you recognize who it belongs to... alongside the fact it's the middle of the night.

"... you?"

"Seems like you're back to your senses. So, how was your little trip to Wonderland?"

"... trip? Oh, you mean..."

As you try to stand up by yourself, some remaining dizziness prevents you from raising properly, resulting in the loss of your balance, falling on the grass.

"Ugh... You really are pathetic sometimes, S/O."

His next action goes against the harshness of his words, as he bows to pick you up with ease - even keeping a grip on you, until you could stand on your own without falling again.

"Why am I here...?"

"Don't tell me you forgot about your filthy habit already..."

He steps back and now stares a little more intensely at you, clearly unamused.

"You got drunk again. You're lucky I was the one who found you. Who knows what could have happened, had it been someone else."

"Where... did you find me?"

"Collapsed on the road, in the wilderness, like a wounded animal. Hearing some helpless cries from you could have been entertaining..."

His eyes close as he sighs. While you're busy processing his words, he adds another batch of them.

"Endangering yourself like that, with such a filthy and disposable drink, will not lead you anywhere nice. It's about time you find another outlet to cleanse your mind."

You nod, acknowledging his words, remaining silent for now as you process them. You know there's some truth in them, but you also know that removing a bad habit is easier said than done, especially when the root cause itself isn't treated.

"Look, I'm not going to pretend that your life is all sunshine and rainbows. But if consuming strong drinks is your way to cope... why not try tea then? You know already about my preference to have it as bitter as possible. If anything, it won't make you drunk, at least. Besides... don't go thinking I had any pleasure in looking for you like I just did."

With another sigh, he reached out for your shoulder, resting his hand on it.

"Come, let's go home now. You need some rest, and not just to reflect."

After you nod in approval, he proceeds to get a good grip around your shoulders, lifting you in the air afterward. Although he wouldn't be against a night stroll, flying back home will be more convenient, given the present circumstances.

If anything, the consequent breeze from the flight should air your mind a little, perhaps even symbolizing the wind of change, as you may now deviate from the unhealthy habit that brought this moment.

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it's cool hearing about your process for writing! going through voice lines seems like a good method :D

i'm happy to see another miko fan! out of curiousity, what makes her one of your favourite characters? i always love to bug people about their favourite characters and why haha

ah rats, i just realized how vague a request that was since they're such different characters, my bad 😂i was just looking for a quick shorthand to describe my personality, so i asked my best friend which genshin character he'd say i am haha. he said "You have the light-hearted spunkiness/ bubbliness of Hu Tao mixed with the mellow, softer sides of Ei" (which i'm very happy about since i love both characters 😎)

i could use a bonk of good fortune right now, i'll very happily accept that! in return, my gift for you is my favourite knock knock joke :)

knock knock?

who's there?

who.

who who?

i didn't know you were an owl!

-🐈‍⬛

There's that, and for a few select characters (Yae Miko and Ayaka), I can imagine voice lines with their voices directly, within my mind... if that makes any sense (imagine like being able to make up a sort of conversation with them, right in your mind)... more than for others. Maybe it has to do with grasping their personalities well enough and being an introvert, I don't know 🤔

Well, she's more of the leader/dominant type (as in, the one likely to initiate things), I can appreciate her teasing, although I headcanon she wouldn't go beyond my comfort boundaries (I'm still sensitive in my core)... but we both know she has a special treatment for the chosen ones like us 👀

I also like her vibe, and her being confident and strong enough to the point of being able to roast/destroy a mean or disrespectful someone on the spot (both with words and Electro)... I could surely feel safe in her near 🤭

On top of this, since she's a writer, surely she has a certain imagination and, judging by her demo, it could get unhinged at times in her mind too, when it's not busy exploring hypothetical concepts 🙃

That she seeks amusement is a good point too, let's say I'm not naturally always optimistic, even regarding things like existential questions... And I find her design elegant, graceful and pretty 😁

(on a side note, I highly suspect being an INFJ, she's described as an ENTP... and supposedly both can be a pretty great match)

Such a convenience then that you're a combo of these two; thanks for the infos for the request 👀

Ho ho... General Maha(haha)matra Cyno would approve of this joke, and even award you with a No-bell prize for its knock knock nature 😎

It’s not your job to be likable. It’s your job to be yourself. The right people will gravitate.

hello! i feel like yae miko's loneliness is a very overlooked part of her character in the fandom, i was wondering if i could request fluff/comfort with a gn reader who also feels lonely comforting each other? thank you and i hope you have a good day :)

Hi, and thank you for your request! I hope you have a good day as well :) I'm glad someone else noticed about this! The fandom will typically remember her only as being a smug Electro tall busty mommy, shipped to Ei, with a pinch of lewdness in her mind, and who gives PTSD to Gorou through teasing him... while there is a bit more to her than only that. Oh and I didn't expect it to become so long... seems like inspiration struck me for that one. I hope you like it nonetheless!

Loneliness fluff/comfort with lonely GN reader and Yae Miko

Based on the fact that only few people would find out about her loneliness, I headcanon that she can hide it very well, if not also manage it on her own fairly well

I mean, anyone other than her trustable S/O would certainly not pass beyond her front of teasing and smugness... and even there, she has an image to uphold, so she probably wouldn't speak clearly about it; only hints at best (being vulnerable remains difficult, not just for humans)

Being a youkai, she will inevitably outlive humans by several generations, which doesn't help to genuinely bond with one...

... but you're different, and, somehow, you retained her attention the moment she saw you for the first time, during a visit to the Grand Narukami Shrine

It took a bit of time to develop, but she went from just her ears lightly twitching & facing you the moment you would enter her sight, to asking for your feedback about light novels, and even accompanying her for some kitsune udon or some tea

Yet, she soon began to wonder if there isn't something else about you... something she knows too well to simply ignore

Ambient music:

At this time of day, when the Sun is down and the Moon is high in the starlit sky, rare are the guests who dare make the trip to the peak of Mt. Yougou, where lies the Grand Narukami Shrine. The head of the Shrine was taking her usual midnight stroll around, when she heard familiar steps breaking the silence.

"Well, who do we have here?"

With the grace and elegance you know well by now, her moonlit form closed the gap between the two of you.

"It isn't like you to visit me so late, S/O."

"Indeed, well... let's just say that I'm... struggling to find sleep tonight."

A light giggle escaped her lips, her facial expression softening.

"I see. After all, only a fool would make the trip up here while being sleepy."

Her sight focused into your eyes while you smiled at her words. Then, she walked besides you and, seeing that all the other shrine maidens are gone, she used this opportunity to unveil one of her tails, wrapping it swiftly around your waist.

"Come with me. The sky is clear tonight, so we ought to enjoy the view, don't you think?"

"Hmm."

You nod and move along - or rather, let yourself be led by - her, to the edge of the shrine, where lies the Sacred Sakura. The sea reflects the night's sky beautifully, and a light breeze animates the lanterns and hairs alike.

"Tell me, S/O... You didn't come here only with the hope of exhausting yourself throughout the trip, did you?"

You took a glance at her, noticing her eyes meeting yours, before you glanced back to the horizon and released a low sigh.

"An astute observation. Well..."

"You seeked some company, in the try to fill a certain void... am I right?"

You knew that foxes are considered to be smart creatures, but you certainly didn't expect her to see right through you.

"... yes. Correct."

Her eyes closed briefly, before a sigh escaped her. As they opened again, you could feel how her tail's grip increased lightly around your form... if not even pulling you a little bit closer from her.

"I have to admit, I'm simultaneously afflicted but also... relieved, in a way, that you are the close one who can relate to the void. No matter how satisfying or amusing a daily routine may be... ultimately, when the quiet settles in, certain thoughts tend to return. These thoughts that we would rather not pay attention to during the day... but which we can't really avoid at night."

A frown fills your face as you think about her words and connect the dots, bit by bit, while remembering moments where you simply sat down and remained still, as if paralyzed by the void - only tonight the idea of a mind-cooling stroll reached your mind. She stares at you the whole time, resting her cheek in the palm of her hand, while her elbow rests on the railing.

"So, you also... feel lonely?"

"Well, it would be a lie to say this feeling is completely unknown to me."

"I... see."

She exhales, calmly, before reaching out for you with her hand, gently embracing your hand with hers. You glance down at her hand at first, before leading your sight up to her face, just to be welcomed by a comforting smile.

"Come."

Trusting her, you nod and let yourself be led inside a building from the shrine. From this point on, she knees down and gently pulls your form along - ending up with your head comfortably resting on her laps, and her 4 other tails emerging from behind, enveloping your body in a comfortable and fairly cozy embrace.

"I will keep watch against those evil thoughts tonight. We don't want them to interrupt my dear S/O now, mhh?"

You gaze up at her face as she gently breathes those words out. She uses her 5 tails to slowly rub along your back, while one of her hands strokes along the back of your head then neck, some of her delicate fingers even caressing your cheek.

Unprepared for this divine level of comfort, your lips part lightly in surprise, and it doesn't take long until you release a yawn, and for your eyes to feel heavy.

She admires how you manage to untense, even to feel comfortable enough to progressively doze off, right on her laps - feeling safe in her presence, when anyone else would be put off by her teasing. You don't and won't escape from it, mind you, but she gives you a special, softer treatment, only reserved to those worthy of her close and private attention... and tonight, you discovered a new side of it.

For once in a while, you feel lighter, as if a weight was taken off your shoulders. You needn't worry, this time, about the recurring thoughts, because they have no reason to come tonight: at long last, someone else shares the burden of the void with you.

And, for once in a long time, she needn't worry too much about her image to uphold: she's no longer alone, when it comes to dealing with loneliness. Her dear S/O knows, too, how it feels, and even if she would never admit it openly and clearly, she's grateful to have met an understanding S/O like you - someone whose presence in her near, is already a comfort in itself.

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ocean eyes

You’ve never seen the ocean. Kafka introduces you to it.

fluffy as fawk, recycled the idea from that fic but it’d be like a prequel technically, 2.3k words

A/N: couldn’t stop thinking about kafka loving the sea she’s made for me atp. title only makes sense because of the other fic lol

The sea breeze washes over your being, it caresses each strand of hair and softly touches your skin like gentle hands cupping your cheeks. You feel it in your ears, a sound you’re hearing for the first time; its warmth seems to enter your lungs and clear it of past impurities with every inhale, and you wish to take a deep breath to keep it inside your chest forever.

The sensation leaves you immobile. In front of you, the ocean. A myth come true, its beauty rivaling Idrila’s. It’s vast, bigger than your mind can comprehend even after so many years spent traveling the cosmos, and a deeper blue than the sky it’s reflecting. Water has never been so alive, with waves crashing on the shore and currents on the horizon, you are facing an entity larger than life. Its depths create and harbor life that you won’t ever get to see. Your mortal eyes can only perceive a fraction of it, so small and significant. You didn’t think it was possible for water to kiss the sky, having the proof before you fills you with wonderment. Among it, some strange feeling nestles in your throat. You stand as it curls around your vocal cords and leaves you mute. Words are useless in front of something so grand, you realize, they fade away as if they've never existed at all. You lose yourself in cold blues and the occasional whites of flying seagulls, in salty air that quickly becomes your favorite scent, and you can’t speak for a long moment.

Lithe fingers, laced with your calloused ones, tighten their hold on your hand. It takes a couple blinks to tear your eyes away from the boundless sea, and you turn to Kafka’s fond smile. She’s watching you, drinking you in like you’re the precious sight and not the limitless expanse of water on the coast. A thumb swipes over the crease of your eye, lingering at the corner for a second too long, and you realize she’s wiping a tear away.

“Oh,” you exhale softly, bringing your free hand to your face. Your cheeks are wet with silent tears and you sniffle as you wipe them from your skin. “I didn’t even notice.”

“What were you thinking about so intently just now?”

You look back at the sea, an ache in your throat. The sun hides behind thin clouds and paints the world in soft colors.

“I was wondering if my planet was ever this pretty. I wish my mother could have seen it.”

Your home world fell victim to a Stellaron, like plenty throughout the galaxy. It dried most of your rivers and evaporated many of your lakes, transforming seas into lands full of sand. Water was a limited resource and a tedious thing to acquire. You remember stumbling on a picture book with various shades of blue filling some of the pages and asking your mother about it. That evening, she explained the ocean to you; never-ending, deeper than mortals can comprehend and filled with creatures your childish mind could merely compare to alien life. You thought she was making stuff up, maybe embellishing a mundane truth, but she spoke of the sea with the same tenderness she used to tuck you into bed. As you grew, you understood that it was longing in her words, a deep desire for something she would never experience in this lifetime. To you, it felt pointless to yearn for something she didn’t know; your mother was born long after the Stellaron infected your planet and spread its cancer to the roots of your world. You didn’t understand how this desire was born, where it came from. Yet, in her eyes resided a wistfulness that was only extinguished the day she died. She left the waking world longing for the sea, and memories of her constrict your chest as you stand at the edge of it.

Kafka hums, pivoting to face the water. A gentle silence settles between you as you watch the waves rise and fall on the shore. Her bare palm is warm against yours, it grounds you to the sand beneath your feet. Seagulls make a grating sound, you discover, but even their squawking can’t ruin the view before you. You feel a sudden restlessness to touch the water, to have it envelop you entirely until you feel yourself disappear in it as if absorbed.

“Can we go in the water?”

Kafka smiles. “Sure.”

Your hand slips from hers and you step out of your slides, sinking your toes into the hot sand of the beach. Sand is something you’re familiar with, it reminds you of your mom and your broken world. Comfort fills you with every step towards the waves. Kafka follows beside you, used to the sights and the sensations. She comes here every summer, but this is the first time she’s brought you along. You understand why she’d want a place like this all to herself, it brings forth a sense of serenity best enjoyed in solitude. Or, at least it did, before. Before experience brought you closer.

You hesitate somewhat once you reach the water. Your feet are submerged in it and suddenly its vastness becomes a little terrifying. Kafka walks in further until she’s standing waist deep in the water, circling hands creating ripples around her. She turns to face you with a silent question on her stretched lips.

“…I don’t know how to swim,” you confess uselessly, prompting a chuckle out of her. She knows that, obviously, since you’re unfamiliar with large bodies of water.

“We can stay on the shallow end. Don’t want you drowning on my watch, I’d get in a lot of trouble with the others.”

Kafka holds out her hand. You take it with some reticence. She brings you close enough for wet fingers to squeeze your waist affectionately. Her easy expression makes you at ease, she seems different on this planet, more carefree. She’s not wearing her contacts and her ponytail is lower than usual, its tie looser around her long locks of hair. You’re privy to a side of her you had no idea existed and you’re honored by the trust she puts in you.

“Nice, right?”

“It’s cold,” you reply, looking down at your wobbly reflections.

“Mm, I like it.”

You dip your hands beneath the water and turn your palms to the sky. Algae brushes against your calves as you move around. Kafka lets you explore, head tilting back to face the sun. You venture a bit further until your neck is the only thing sticking out of the water. Impulsively, you squeeze your eyes shut, pinch your nose with two fingers and sink into the water. Every sound is muffled in your ears, and in the darkness everything is pointless. This is different from a shower or being caught in the pouring rain, you feel light. weightless, insignificant. You wonder if that’s what your mother longed for, this freedom to be anything and anyone, drifting through the boundless sea. You emerge with a little gasp, rubbing the water out of your eyes before blinking them open.

You’re careful not to stray too far from where Kafka is drinking in the faint sunlight. Her eyes are closed when you glance back at her, chin tilted to the heavens. Her shoulders have turned a rosier color from the sun and her dark, backless bathing suit contrasts beautifully with the clear ocean blue. You walk towards her, flicking your wrist to send water flying her way. Her brows twist for a second before she looks at you with a small smile. Kafka always smiles a lot, more often than not to unsettle her opponent or prey, but there’s a softer edge to the ones she’s had since you arrived on this planet.

“What do you usually do here?” You ask, moving closer to her.

“Float. Wanna try?” Kafka holds onto your waist when you’re close enough to reach, pulling you towards her. “I can show you.”

“I don’t want to drown.”

“You’re not going to drown.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Kafka playfully rolls her eyes and takes hold of your chin with a few fingers. Her gaze follows the movement of her thumb across your jaw, then flicks up to meet yours.

“I wouldn’t let you,” she says, leaning in to press her lips on yours in a soft kiss. Your eyes flutter shut as her mouth slowly moves against yours. She pulls away after a moment and looks at you. “Do you trust me?”

“At times.”

“Well, trust me now.”

One of her hands is placed on the small of your back to support you, the other gently guides you onto your back by applying pressure on your chest.

“What if I float away,” you say, a tinge of panic enveloping you, and you grab her wrist to stay upright.

Kafka can’t help the amusement on her face. “To where?”

“Far, I don’t know.”

“Would you miss me?”

You pout. “It’s a valid fear to have.”

“It’s really not.”

“What if I float to the deep end, then it’s too late to come back and I drown because I can’t swim?”

Kafka looks at you for a moment, eyelids lowering and an amused smile on her lips. She doesn’t say anything, just stares at you like she’s thinking of something funny.

“What?” You ask, eyes narrowing.

“You killed three flying beasts twice your size at once, last week. You're scared of a little water?”

“Fuck you,” you try pushing her away, but she only presses you further into her with her arms around your waist, a laugh escaping her. “There’s nothing little about the fucking ocean.”

“Relax,” she drawls, “it won’t work if you’re tense.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing.”

Kafka curls a hand around the back of your neck and suddenly brings you closer to capture your lips with hers. Her head tilts to kiss you better, and you can’t focus on anything but the sweet kisses she presses against your mouth. Your wet hand trails up her spine, causing droplets of water to slide down her back. Your lips part to deepen the kiss when her tongue swipes over your bottom lip. You forget the argument, your muscles relax as her chest touches yours, and by the time she pulls away with a soft exhale through her nose, you almost forget your surroundings. You chase her lips as she leans back, planting a few more chaste kisses on her mouth. She indulges you for a minute, the fingers on your nape tightening their grip for an instant. You’re breathing heavier when she separates from you for good and smiles.

“Now, let’s try it again, mmh?”

Kafka teaches you how to float in the water with firm hands and occasional teasing jabs to which you would respond if she wasn’t the one standing between you and drowning. In the end, you spend most of the day at sea, learning how to keep water from going up your nose without using your fingers and the basics of swimming. Your fingertips are pruned hours later as you emerge from the water. Kafka’s still under— you bet on who could hold their breath the longest— so you dive back beneath the surface as quietly as you can. She calls you a cheater afterwards, but you distract her with wet, slippery kisses.

You’re drying yourselves on the beach as the sun sets below the horizon. You sit on your towel next to Kafka, who’s reclined on her elbows. Her eyes are closed, not a crease between her brows, and her head is tilted upwards. Before, you thought she was sunbathing, but now the temperature is slightly lower than this afternoon and the sun is no longer visible in the sky. You think perhaps she’s simply enjoying the sound of the waves and the salty air like you did earlier. It’s funny, she hasn’t told you what this place means to her; it clearly holds some sort of significance if she returns to it annually. Her way of revealing herself is unconventional at best and a little clumsy, like a fawn taking its first steps. She presents you the sea, this part of her she keeps hidden from everyone, and says nothing else. You watch the lines of her nose, the curves of her lips and their pretty pink color. Her face is bare from any makeup, her hair loose and her expression so relaxed she might’ve been asleep. She’s beautiful. You’re no longer gazing at the ocean, though you feel a familiar sense of wonder as you observe her. Your heart is light in your chest and you suddenly understand how your mother could yearn for something she’s never experienced before.

Kafka’s eyes slowly blink open. She tilts her head to meet your stare with a smile, and you long to love her like your mother longed for the sea.

“Let’s stay a little longer.”

You nod. Your limbs move before you can stop yourself; you straddle her waist, sitting on her lap and snaking your arms around her back. Kafka lets you bury your nose in the crook of her neck, using a hand in the sand to support the both of you.

“What’s that for?” There’s a teasing lilt to her voice as you breathe in the smell of the sea on her skin.

“Nothing,” you lie, pressing a kiss to her skin.

Your mouth trails up her neck to her jaw, tasting salt, and Kafka hums when you kiss her lips. It feels different to kiss her after getting acquainted with the ocean because you finally have something to compare the weightlessness that overwhelms you with each of her fervish kisses. A hand tangles itself in your hair, pulling you closer until she reclines on the ground and your body follows without missing a beat, lips locked.

You pull away to breathe in, only slightly, reveling in the sensation of her hand up your back.

“You’ll get sand in my hair,” Kafka mutters into your mouth.

“I’ll wash it for you.”

On a deserted beach and with the sea as your witness, you kiss her until the moon ascends in the sky and the waves grow stronger behind you.

Happy Birthday, Amber!

See? Told you there would be lots of Anemo Crystalflies here, hehe!

As an Outrider, it's definitely my job to lead the way to these hidden spots!

Wait, do you smell something...? Ah, it's buttered pancakes! Did you make these yourself? They even look so cute!

Here, the hardest-working master chef should get the first bite!

Happy Birthday, Furina!

"Oh? Everyone's here...!?"

Heey, can you do Ruan Mei or Black Swan (your choice :)) reacting to reader asking them for hug? I hope it's not too hard. Have a nice day/night!

Thank you for the request, I hope you will like it, and have a nice day/night as well 👀 Ruan Mei or Black Swan, huh...

GN reader asking Ruan Mei and Black Swan for a hug

Ruan Mei

Ambient music:

Both of you are minding your own business, albeit in the same room. You are the one breaking the silence, and with such a question that her focus moved from the embroidery in her hands, over to you.

"... hey, Ruan Mei? Could you... please hug me?"

"... a hug? Why?"

Who knows what kind of thoughts perpetually rush through a genius' mind, but such a question was definitely not within the range of expectations. Not to mention physical affection being somewhat of an alien concept to her - much like displays of affection in general.

"Well I thought that, since you're so devoted to studying Life, and that hugs are a thing among certain animal species... then why not try it?"

She moves her embroidery aside as she thinks upon your words and gathers her thoughts, to craft up an answer.

"Alright then... but you take the lead. You certainly have more experience than I do, in that regard."

She raises from her chair as you move closer, before she lets you embrace her first. Only then does she do the same in return, but purely to imitate you, and not without a short delay.

"How is it?"

"At the very least, it's not unpleasant. But that's probably because it's you. Were it someone else instead, then it would be rather forgettable. However, I admit it's intriguing that... this, became a thing."

It's unclear if she's being nice, to cover her doubts regarding how to feel about a mere hug, or if she only accepted out of politeness. Either way, you know how deeply focused she can stay on her things, and thus, you're grateful she complied to your request... somewhat.

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Black Swan

Ambient music:

"... hey, Black Swan?"

The memetic entity appears out of thin air next to you, hovering lightly in the air, with her interest piqued by your summoning.

"Something the matter, S/O?"

"Could you... please hug me?"

"A hug?"

You nod, looking up at her and watching her hover a little closer, facing you with crossed arms.

"Should I understand you wish to create a precious memory with me?"

"Absolutely."

"Very well. It would be a shame to miss such a kind offer, after all."

With that being said, her feet land on the ground and her arms open in a welcoming gesture, inviting you to become part of her embrace - something you willingly and gladly do right after. She then closes her grip around your form, holding you with motherly tenderness.

"Thank you..."

"There's no need to thank me. This captured fleeting moment is truly worthy of remembrance. And I have no doubt that you will cherish it as well, S/O."

You smile and hum, satisfied, and at her satisfaction. Her grip remains until you move out of it at your pace.

"We should do that again somewhen, but I would suggest in a cozier environment. Then, I could bring some perfumed candles, to further... improve the ambient."

"Agreed."

"Well then, I'll see you there."

And with a satisfied grin, she disappeared the same way she appeared.

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wait i just realized i already requested pretty much that exact idea like a few days ago 💀 im so sorry i have a really bad memory

-🐈‍⬛

GN S/O being comforted by Yae Miko/Lisa/Beidou during a bad depressive episode? 🤔

Well, I also don't mind trying with Lisa and Beidou too! I can't guarantee having the same skills for them as with Yae Miko (that's basically the reason why I didn't mention them, but I'm not against writing any character in particular), though I can't be sure if I don't try, so...

Also, in your personal experience for the previous request I did (Yae Miko loneliness comfort), did the ambient music make it more immersive/enjoyable to read? 🧐