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New sagau idea? Part 2

Decide to make part 2 because i have bunch of ideas that probably might inspire you and i do feel these kind of stuffs need to be explored more. Fyi, I don't play genshin but i do know some from watching people gaming. Apologizing once more of these kind of idea/au exist as well.

Decide to make part 2 because i have so many ideas.

1) A violent and heartless player

You play Genshin Impact to pass time and are also a very violent and aggressive player where you'll always yell and throw items to vent or throw insults under your breath, and then back to gaming. In short, It's like a Call of Duty toxic player went into Genshin Impact.

Falling to death or drowning angered you to the point of banging your head and cursing. Not to mention, walking in the game angered you too because the characters were too slow!

You suck at first; impulsive action is not the best choice when you're angry, but you are in some way adaptable. You decide that your anger will be the source of your motivation to go through everything, so everything works out in the end.

Insulting is your mother tongue, so that means the characters and even the NPC are not spared as well. Most of your vicious, colorful insults and hurtful comments went toward people whom you hated and annoyed the most.

You remember the time when you laughed at Timmie's dumb dead birds and wished you had an option to push him off the bridge. His dad probably sensed he was a little b*tch back when he was a baby and went out to get some milk and never come back.

You sometimes intentionally let them die in a fight or or do something all in the name of experiment. You would even build a prison for them in the serenitea pot and just do the f*cked-up stuff that's possible in this game.

So one day, you broke your gaming setup due to your outburst, and somehow you woke up in Teyvat.

You didn't believe it was reality, and you still treated them as characters. Besides, they looked stupid with those stupid clothes on. They would stood out like a sore dumba$$ if they walked around in your world like that.

Anyway, killing Hilichurl or other small enemies is no problem for you. Committing a crime doesn't bother you. You probably don't bat an eye on killing people as well. Besides, all of this is just a game to you.

They're not real to you.

Their death is their fault for picking a fight with you. Should have just looked away instead of approaching you. Not your fault their feelings hurt.

Archons wanted to smite you, and somehow you managed to escape them and deal a few harmless blows. Not that it matters; you will be the one to seek them out and fight them when their backs are on you, and the cycle will repeat.

How you're still alive using a measly weapon because you don't know how to use claymore, polearms, and etc. is beyond you. But hey, anything is a weapon as long as it deals damage and even if it don't, you are still satisfied from letting all your anger out.

Nevertheless, all of the nations are in turmoil, and the culprit is none other than you.

The characters will definitely hate you, or maybe they feel ashamed and insecure about themselves because they want to fix themselves. Some acolytes and the people who believe in justice and peace had 'kill on sight' pinned on your back. They don't even believe that you are a god. God don't act like this.

The Wanderer 4th betrayal definitely happened, and Dottore clones definitely got hunted for sport because they annoyed you Does the Fatui wants to recruit you? You don't know, depends. Do they believe you are the god they worshipped? Also, don't know. Not like you care though.

No one can wreck havoc and commit more sins than you. You, a single person, broke Teyvat's peace and order effortlessly than the fatui with just impulsive anger and chaotic energy.

And if one day you realize that you actually have blood on your hands, you'll probably shrug it off and say it doesn't matter.

If you go back to your own world, no one knows what you have done. Who's going to tell the police? The dead people you stabbed out of annoyance? Those fiction characters that had animosity toward you?

No, will there even be someone alive in Teyvat if you were to return?

2) Streamer and gamer player.

In which you are transported into Teyvat along with some game skills, menus, and anything relevant to a game. That includes the chat box.

You learned that you were still streaming when you got sent to Teyvat, and everyone in the chat can see you. Cool, so it's not a dream; it's real, and instead of playing, you are the player! Where's Aether/Lumine? Why are you here? "AIYO!?? We got to see DAT CAKE!"

You are not aware that you looked like an idiot talking to yourself unless pointed out by the chat. It seems that the chat sees you as part of the game, which means that they can see the characters and NPC thoughts and words while you see them as a normal person.

Cool. Now you have to have the chat got your back, or else you're doomed. Dead. Unable to be revived. You're not sure if you can do that, but you're not willing to try.

Another problem that arises is that the chat tends to troll you or bombard you with loud sounds. It makes it harder to trust them or focus on what the characters are saying when they did this.

Sometimes you beg the chat, like they are some sort of sadistic god looking down at you from above the clouds with their chins high and a sneer.

All because you want some goddamn money because apparently, if they donate money, it instantly becomes moras and you're broke as fuck like cmon, help a fricking clown out.

Strangely, despite everything looked real, you have the physics of a game. The things you find in the game work if you try hard enough. For example, glitching under the Mondstadt's land. With these kinds of things, you don't need to walk when you can just glitch and get sent flying across the nation. Just making use of this bug makes your life easier.

Oh, how did you get stuck on this cliff while you were trying to use another entrance to Sumeru? That's right, it's an experiment to see if it works.

"Don't laugh, chat; I'm doing this out of curiosity and for you. Youre the one whos suggesting this."

The characters in Teyvat thought you were a rather peculiar person, talking to yourself at random times, and you seemed to know too much even though you didn't do any research, merely fighting hilichurls and robbing back the bandits–

–Oh Great Archons! You can fly!? No? It's a glitch? Well, they don't understand enough to understand you, but hey, that's so you. Keep up being weird, player.

Maybe the things you do are… unique and can be considered divine in their eyes. After all, who could walk on air like you do? Or bringing people back to life and knowing so much? No one could do that, so you must be a god!

As a matter of fact, you remind them of a certain figure. That's right! The creator! The creator acted like you too. Always talking to this thing called "chat"

"Um, no, I'm a gamer and chat is chat."

You fail to take into consideration that while everything looks like a game in your eyes, the people are definitely real, and this is what they thought of you.

3) Killer player

You don't play Genshin Impact, but you are quite resourceful, cunning, and deviously smart. You know this game is quite famous, and coincidentally, the prey you aimed to take life is playing it too.

In order to get closer to your prey, you must be fluent in their language. You listened to all that your prey blabbered and what they showed with an interested smile. You even question them once in a while to get them going all for the sake of learning the prey's personality and schedule and how you want to unalive them.

When you did kill your prey and accidentally broke their computer/laptop in the process, you got transported to Teyvat. In a way, you had stolen your prey's fate instead.

(The characters had mistaken you for their creator before but dismissed it because you lacked a certain presence. However, you do feel familiar with them because you sometimes watch over the game when your prey has played before.)

Now, you heard interesting things about this game, and you grew more interested when the characters interacted with you. How amusing! The characters had no idea you were a very sinister and cunning person behind a weak and polite persona.

In terms of healthcare, they are leaning toward supernatural stuff, and the medicine using materials found in this world is also effective. However, they seem to be lacking in a certain area that needs surgery.

Most deaths were common due to hilichurls and bandits, or those whom they called the Fatui, so they wouldn't be examined too closely. You doubt that they even have something that closely resembles fingerprint identification, judging by the lack of technology..m

…Which means hiding and killing is much easier than in your previous world.

Teyvat is such a nice place to have entertainment. It didn't take too long for you to settle here and get comfortable.

Monstadt is a city known for freedom and peace; however, once you arrive here, every night, no doubt a single person will go missing or be found dead. You are normally a silent killer, but you couldn't resist letting them know. Their expression thrilled you.

All those knight roaming around at night, and they couldn't even save a single person. What a pity.

In Liyue, the funeral parlor became rich all thanks to these crimes you were committing. Does a certain acolyte know what you're doing? Maybe not, afterall, there are more ways to kill a person than just a sword and poison.

Accidents could happen, you know? falling off a cliff, in the wrong place at the wrong time, being mauled by animals where people conveniently are not near, or dealing with the wrong person.

Inazuma is much more easier; their deaths could be pinned on one person who is also the source of the nation's tense atmosphere. Hatred, anger and fear rose with each crime you committed, but there is no evidence that you did it. After all, what could a weak and polite person who looked like they couldn't wield a sword do?

Plenty actually. Not that they know.

Sumeru is quite nice. Full of gifted scholars and intelligent individuals. You thought it will be a challenge seeing as you have similar minds and yet, most disappointed you.

All these smart people, and they couldn't string the murder together. Maybe you don't kill the right one which mean the don't care. Oh? Then should you kill the one with that grey hair? He seems to be someone of importance.

You made Akademiya your target. You must admit that you learned quite a lot of precious knowledge in this place. While youre here, might as well pretend to be one and use this time to gather infos.

They did not know and realized how you got into the Akademiya or how you had disguised yourself as one of the scholars. They don't know how you got through security or how one by one are slowly not attending the class or the expedition.

They said that acting confidently like you belong there and becoming part of the background like a plain NPC is always the key to infiltration.

And oh, even if they get suspicious and point that out to you, you know what to do. Lying, speaking half the truth, and gaslighting are also languages you are quite good at.

And Fontaine, oh, Fontaine. A nation that is known for justice when, in fact, it's not always about justice but entertainment. It is a nation that indirectly challenge you as well. Entertainment? Why, you know what kind of entertainment you shall give! It will be something that everyone remembers for the rest of their life.

You are like Jack the Ripper, never caught and never punished. Did the Archons ever suspect you? Who knows. Maybe they did, maybe they didn't.

All you know is that you have an alibi to back you up and a likeable and underestimated personality.

Trial By Combat

Requested By: No one. Original Work.

CW: Mentions of dying, Impostor SAGAU

Summary: After being declared an imposter, you decide to duel to defend your honor rather than stand trial.

Note: Fontaine is amazing. I’m loving every bit of it rn especially Neuvillette, Navia, and Chlorinde.

If you haven’t finished the Fontaine Archon quest, please exit stage left.

Part Two Part Three

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You never even made it to the Court Of Fontaine before you were confronted by Focalors, the Hydro Archon, of being an imposter of the Creator of Teyvat. In her own eccentric way, she throws accusations at you. ‘To take the face of the Creator is not only a crime in Fontaine but in all of Teyvat!’

You deny her claims but she only laughs, ‘you’re acting ignorant, as if you do not know who the Creator is. Do you have any evidence to prove your innocence?’

You look down, there was no evidence you had that would prove to her and everyone else that this was the face you were born with, or that you never heard of this Creator before.

“The trial of the Century” is what the Steambird called it.

The Opera House was as full as ever, many people wanting to see the verdict the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale would give or wanting to see the one who dared to imitate Their Grace.

Maybe it was out of spite or your own foolishness, but you never allowed the trial to fully begin. Turning to Neuvillette, you declare that you want to duel rather than stand trial.

Despite the protests of Focalors, who wanted to prosecute you, the wish is granted.

The weight of the sword felt unbearable in your clammy hands as you stared at your opponent. Champion Duelist Clorinde stares back nonchalantly, her face not giving any clues on how she felt in this moment. However you heard rumors that she personally requested to duel you.

You readjusted your grip on the hilt as you fix your stance.

Was this truly the correct course of action? To fight and prove your innocence when you know that there’s no way you can win?

No it didn’t matter, you can’t back out now.

The crowd watches eagerly waiting for the duel to begin, how could the people of Fontaine do this? You were a real person and they acted as if you were a character on stage and the play was about to reach it’s final act. The excited looks on their face made your blood boil. If you somehow manage to make it out of this, you would make them pay.

You take one final glance at Furina before the duel commences.

Clorinde wastes no time to strike, using her electro vision, she effortlessly knocks your sword out of your hand and drags her blade down your torso.

Whether her fatal blow was an act of mercy or a warning for anyone else who dared to take the Creators face, the duel was over as soon as it started.

But…

No this couldn’t be right…

Clorinde looks down at her weapon, the golden ichor that dripped onto the floor caused her eyes to widen as she looks at your limp body by her feet.

She immediately drops her weapon as she kneel not caring as the blood began to stain her clothing. Her hands press against your chest to slow the bleeding as she calls out to the crowd.

“We need a doctor!”

A medical team rushes down to your side making haste to attend to your wounds, your vision begins to blur as the mortified looks of Fontaine citizens watch in despair hoping that your life could be saved.

Furina, who sat at the top like always, quickly backs away before anyone could question her. How could she face her people when she was the one who laid these accusations at your feet? How could she face you?

She prays, hoping that an act of mercy could be given to her and her people, how could she call herself an Archon now?

The original publication by the Steambird was quickly scrapped and replaced with “The Creator of Teyvat Falsely Accused of being an Imposter.”

And it didn’t take long for the devastating news to reach the other nations too.

Sorry I had to write a little something for SAGAU Fontaine but now I will return to the requests everyone sent 🏃🏽‍♀️

© avocad1s 2023

BETWEEN THE WALL

Pairing: Sagau!Aether x Reader

Summary: Aether who once hated now loves the creator.

Warning: ⚠️ FIRST TIME WRITING, MIGHT BE BAD ⚠️

Part 3/3

★ Paimon has known Aether for a while now, she knows his story, fear, and concern. As his friend and companion on his journey to find his sister, she tries her best to give him a safe place to confide his problem to her and reassure him.

Despite that, she hasn't seen many of the expression of his other than polite gesture.

She could guess it was because he still learning the Teyvat language and not understanding what they were saying probably hindered him from showing any expression other than some input.

"Hehe..."

Paimon blinked and deadpanned once she turned her head to look at her travel companion.

There is Aether on all his glory having a small smile with redden cheeks as he plays with Windwheel Aster's petal.

His eye glittery and gaze soft as his fingertip trace over the line of the Windwheel Aster's petal.

He has been like that for a while since the fireworks show.

Now, Paimon is not dumb to not realize why her travel companion is like this. Especially when he acts so apparent even the people of Monstadt and the knight of Favonius can pick up.

"Hey, Paimon, not to be rude or anything but is the traveler okay?" Kaeya asked Paimon one day, with that question both of them simultaneously turned to look at Aether standing daze in front of Katheryne who tried to direct Aether's attention to her, "He looks so out of it nowadays."

Paimon sighed, 'It seems Aether has a crush on the creator.' A bitter smile curl on Paimon's lips.

Honestly, Paimom doesn't know what to do or act in the situation. She does have the urge to scold and quickly deflect the crush Aether has on the almighty being that even she worships.

And she knows it's for his own well-being.

But at the same time, seeing such a gaze on Aether's face makes Paimon reluctant.

The creator might be a god that she respects and prays to but Aether is her friend and someone she cherishes. Her heart couldn't take it if she just crushed his dream even before it started.

"Ah," Aether blinked looking at the Windwheel Aster that he picked which he unconsciously turned into a flower crown in his moment of daydream, a sheepish chuckle escaped his mouth. "How silly."

Paimon looked at Aether and bit her bottom lips, nervously.

"Aether," Paimon called out as she flew to his side, a firm look adorned her expression. With that call, Aether turns his head and looks at Paimon, "Hm? What is it?"

"That feeling, you know it's impossible, right?"

That question makes Aether's eyes widen which makes Paimon grips her hand into a fist. "You shouldn't, it's dangerous and sad–You just will get hurt by the end of it."

At the end, Paimon said it.

Just like she wants to protect her friend and companion on his newfound feelings. She also needs to bring him back to reality before it's too late because she is his friend.

Aether's face fell, yet a smile of resignation curled on his lips. "I know, Paimon but let me indulge in such feeling for a bit, can I?" He tilted his head before bringing the flower crown that he created above his head as he looked upon it.

A sweet smile on his face,"Do you think the creator would look pretty with the flower of the her head?"

"Aether..." Paimon uttered worriedly before she smiled in defeat and nodded her head, "The creator would be gorgeous."

Aether grinned at that.

"MYAAAAAA!?"

A screaming sound full of fear makes both Paimon and Aether's bodies rigid as goosebumps go through their vein.

Despite that, Aether quickly regained his focus from his shock and unsheathed his dull blade, quickly he rushed toward the sound, as fast as he could.

"Do you think it's a cat?!" Paimon speculates as she follows closely behind Aether.

As they run following the way the scream comes, it becomes closer and clearer to the naked ear.

Aether gave his feet like push before sprinting farther and faster.

Yet, what greets their eye is something both of them didn't expect and their eye widened. For a different reason and conclusion.

"That foreign...clothes and look..." Aether muttered before looking down at the big hole the stranger sat in. "It's like when I fell to the ground from another world before..."

Aether turns to Paimon, "Paimon, do you think the person is an outlander as well–"

"–No." Paimon cut Aether's words off as she looked at the person in a daze and awed, her small hand reaching forward like she trying to hold whoever the person was. "That foreign clothes....hair, eye, and beauty...the person is the Creator."

At that Aether's eyes are wide staring at Paimon before snapping his head back to the stranger.

He takes a side glance at Paimon, watching her hand hovered yet she doesn't attempt to move to the creator. Aether can see the devotion and care toward the creator flash in Paimon's eye but she is scared to get closer or more like feels worthless to do so.

For Aether, this revelation of this stranger's identity doesn't make his gaze any different like Paimon did but he does know his heartbeat because of a different reason.

That's why he doesn't feel scared to approach, doesn't feel scared to step down the hole and kneel in front of the person.

His hand reaches out to the creator, offering to hold their hand while the other gently rubs their shoulder.

Aether's eyes soften yet firm to look dependable but the heat that rushes on his cheeks seems to betray the image he tries to show.

"Don't' cry, shh, are you hurt anywhere?" He asked with a gentle voice akin to a flute, "My name is Aether, an honorary knight and adventurer." He introduced.

....It's a gamble to see if you would understand him or if will he be able to understand you now that you are here. Nonetheless, Aether had longed to hear your voice in front of him.

To interact with you.

As that interaction happened, thousands of people all across Teyvat felt their hearts shaking in uncontrollable happiness.

Some have tears, some have a smile so wide adorned their smile while others look up to the sky with their hand apart.

"T-The creator is here!!"

"The Creator has descend!!""

Uproared happen as the people cry in joy.

"...Creator." Venti's eyes snapped open and sit up from laying himself on the table. Tears fell from his eyes like rain, even when he tried to wipe it yet it continued. "Bless the wind, bless the celestial, bless the Teyvat."

Venti stood up from his seat and ran out of the bar, passing by people crying in joy and happiness to the sky.

Meanwhile, Zhongli is already on his way out from Liyue harbor city accompanied by the rest of Adepti.

There are no tears and wide grins but peace on each of their face.

Like they finally found a home to rest.

"Shall we go and escort the Creator back to our city?" One of them uttered as they moved faster in their respective form.

"The Almighty Shogun has spoken!" Kujou Sara shouted as she pointed her hand out to the gate, "We shall escort and bring the creator back to our homeland!"

"Hail The Almighty Shogun!" The soldier shouted.

"Enough." Raiden Ei held her palm out before speaking up again, "It's no longer me, but, it's the Almighty creator!"

Cheer and roared all around the ground.

From there follow to Sumeru, Fontaine, Natlan and Sneznaya hearing the news.

It's now written the historical day of the creator descending the land and what to become of their day on Tevyat.

Between The Wall

Pairing: Sagau!Aether x Reader

Summary: Aether finds solace in the voice, he once hated and now loves.

!Warning!: First Time Writing, might be bad!

Part 2/3

"—Argh...! Stop it, Aether!" you scream in frustration, putting down your phone on the bed with an annoyed face.

it's been a few weeks since you started to play Genshin Impact after being tempted by your schoolmate to download the game. They already told you the gist of what you should know before starting the game itself.

But, they never mention about this game has the main character a self-aware implement into their character.

At first you notice the way Aether's face scrunched up in discomfort after the prologue. It makes you creep out but then you remember that your schoolmate has told you about a few of their self-aware elements, though they just told you about their reaction when you cancel their movements by jumping.

You assumed that your schoolmate probably wants you to experience it by yourself which is nice but a head up would be great too.

"Gacha game? more like a horror game." you snicker as you continue to play on your phone.

As time goes on, Aether's 'behavior' becomes worse. From making a lot of negative responses to you controlling him, now he even tries to defy your control over him by doing the opposite of what you want from him from time to time.

"Aether, you little shit! Stop swimming in a circle and go back to the shore repeatedly!" you shook your phone like crazy, and there was a small smile curled on Aether's face making your anger flame harder.

"T-this game is shit!"

While anger consumes you, you log out from the game.

You sigh leaning back to your gaming chair as you spin around on it before standing up, moving to your door, and walking down the stairs to grab some water.

because of this problem is the reason why you are slowly about to snap and quit this game.

You arrive at the kitchen, open the fridge, grab a small bottle of water, and quickly drink it up.

While doing so, you heard a rapid clicking on a keyboard coming from your sibling's room. A curious look on your face before you slowly walk to their and casually open the door by the knob.

There you see, your sibling screams while her finger moves steadily on the keyboard before slapping her hand on her table in frustration once she loses.

"GODDAMN IT!" Your sibling shouted, it looked like she had died fighting in the Spiral Abyss, no wonder.

"Calm down," you shook your head, walking inside to stand by your sibling. "You will wake Mom up from her sleep at this rate."

They turns to you, "Oh, you, sorry," she slowly calms herself down and sighs.

"This level just gets my shit up to a hundred, who told Hoyoverse that this is fine, all I wanted was the Primogem." They grumbles.

You softly rub her back with a small smile, "It's still many days left until the limited banner is gone, I am sure you will get em."

They put down their headphones, "Talk about it, what AR are you now?"

"Well, it's, I think...AR 23 or more..." You thought absentmindedly.

"That's quick," your sibling mused, "How is your experience so far as a beginner?"

"Well it's fun, I love the world-building, the colour, the gameplay, and the Ui..." You trailed, listing what you liked about the game until an irritated look appeared on your face that made your sibling perk at it. "Except for Aether!"

Your sibling flinched at your outburst before she raised a confused eyebrow at you, "Aether? The traveler?"

"Yes!" You grip your hand into a fist while seething in anger. "I don't know why they implanted such a feature, Like every time I try to play, he gotta need to defy my game control, it's creepy! He used to follow me but now he keeps making ugly faces at me like excuse me!"

"I really, really hate him!"

You keep rambling about your frustration with the traveler which leaves your sibling gaping.

"I don't think they have that..." Your sibling uttered out.

"Well, I did! And it needs to stop!"

"Do you contact Hoyo Customer Service? Is it probably a bug?" Your sibling suggested.

"I did but they never replied." You said crossing your arms.

"They probably will get back to you, one of these days since I am sure they have many people to attend to." Your sibling reassured.

"I hope so,"

Your sibling then chuckles, "But I don't think you would hate him for so long."

You frown with an eyebrow raised, "Why so?"

"They're gonna be a certain quest when you reach AR 28 or above which gives more lore about him." She elaborates.

"I don't think I would." You squint your eyes.

"Well the fact you still using the Traveler despite the bug he has, say so." She snickers, "Just give him a chance, hate the bug instead of him."

You scratch your cheeks and sigh, "We will see."

You decided to give the game, a second chance.

"Aether, don't you think...you being too mean to the Creator?" She whispered scratching her cheeks floating, looking down on Aether crouching down inside the bushes.

They currently watching over a couple of boars walking with Aether having his sword in his grip.

Aether glances at Paimon before smiling, "Well, it's not that bad, it's a small price for them to control my body." He turns his attention back to the boars.

Paimon deadpanned, "What a lie! You just did that so they left early!"

He doesn't respond and just quickly dashes out from the bushes and thrusts his sword onto one of the boar, quickly he pulls back the other sword and slashes the boar sprinting toward him.

Quickly he used his Anemo ability to pull back the almost-escaping boars and slashed them in one go.

Blood splatter on his face, outfit, hair and his swords.

"Ah," he wiped the blood on his cheeks with his thumbs, "I need to get better at dodging the blood-splattered," He said out loud.

Aether suddenly flinched and turned his body to see another boar is running up to him.

"Hi-ya!" Paimon shouted, hitting the boars with a rock on the forehead. "Don't you dare to attack Aether!"

Aether blinked and smiled, "Thanks for the help, Paimon."

Paimon perks up and throws away the rock somewhere else, "Hehe, you're welcome~ praise me more~" she giggles happily.

"Now calm down," Aether chuckled.

Aether then gets to work after cleaning himself with a towel to cut the boar meat, one by one.

After that was done, Aether decided to sit down to open his notebook, and start writing some alphabet and spelling again.

Paimon sits down beside the Traveler, watching the letter he wrote with knowing looks.

"Is that the Creator's language?" She asked, quietly after watching her surrounding.

Aether nodded, "Yeah, I managed to decipher some of it."

"Oh! What is it? Let me see!" Paikon excitedly asked and leaned over to look at it.

Paimon curiosity slowly turned into a horrified look, "Did the Creator say that?"

"Yeah," Aether said amused at Paimon's reaction, "surprising huh?"

"There is a lot of cursing! Outrageous mean word!" She blinks rapidly, "The Creator has very interesting wording..."

"Most of the curse directed at me, I am not surprised." He smirked.

Paimon looks at Aether's face still has a smile and a fond look on his face. "You like them?"

Aether stops writing, "Huh?" He turns to Paimon.

"The Creator! Do you finally like them?" She excitedly asked.

"No!" Aether quickly stood up and took a step back, "Ain't no way! I just tolerate the Creator better than before!"

Aether is very obviously in denial with his cheeks adorned with pink blush, averting his eyes.

It's very true that Aether slowly but surely started to understand the creator, whether their language and their intention choosing him as a vessel.

The first word he managed to decipher is 'love' from the Creator's language, it's when Aether has fallen from the Statue Of Seven that the Creator for some reason controlled him to do so.

He had a fatal injury caused by that, and while he was whimpering in pain, he heard the Creator change of tone.

Aether's eyes widened, and he looked up at the sky, the creator rambled a lot but he could hear the concern and care for him which gave him goosebumps

"...Aether!$%-#&#!"

Aether perks up again when he hears his name between the rambling and his eyes widen more.

"...Aether&%$%...love#%#&#-!"

His lips parted when he understood the word, Aether's cheeks burned red and his eyes turned hazy.

He doesn't realize what happening to him but Aether for sure has stopped functioning at this time.

Aether shook his head from his flashback and continued to scribble some more. His ear is red as his scribbling becomes faster but much to his chagrin, the scene keeps playing in his head.

Paimon, who watching at his side had a small smile adorning her face. 'Aether surely has grown to like the Creator and that's good.

Both of them will stuck together until they reach their intended goal, they are both important to me, so please help each other."

Paimon hands intertwined. together to prayer, eyes closed with her forehead leaning to her clasped hands.

Until it's snapped open, Paimon turned her head with a frown. 'Who?'

She scanned the surroundings when she sensed something wrong again. 'Behind that tree." Paimon narrows her eyes.

She was about to move and check it out but suddenly Aether stood up which gained Paimon attention back to him.

"Aether? Why are you standing?" She called moving to him, "Where are we going?"

She tilted her head when Aether didn't answer her which was odd until she moved in front of him.

There she sees Aether standing still with his eye twitching in irritation. 'Ah, the Creator is back.'

Paimon smiles sympathetically at Aether.

Aether's body then quickly moved in a sprint which made Aether's eyes wide with Paimon followed in tow.

As they move away, neither Aether nor Paimon didn't realizes that someone is watching them from afar behind a tree, the arrow they grip in their hands is put away.

The unknown eye glints with mysterious light, "The Creator..." They breathe.

You are lying down on the bed, empty and in pain.

There are tears stained under your eyes, your eyes are red from crying so hard for a long time. Akin to a person on the brink of death gate and barely gripping onto life.

"i can't believe it." you hiccup, "Lumine, why are you doing this?! Reunite with your brother, come on!" you shout in frustration, kicking your feet into the air.

You just recently finish the 'We will be reunited' quest and it broke you down from the inside hard. You are mad at Lumine but at the same you try to understand her but what actually fueled to your anger against her is Aether.

After the quest, Aether's face have trail of tears and hurt plastered that you didn't have a heart to do anything that often making you in verge of crying. Often you have started to not using Aether, in hope his expression will be better but it just become worse and you even begun to miss his smirk from before.

Everytime you try your best to help the boy even though it's probably a waste of time. After using him back again for daily mission, his face become focus like he try to pull his mind away from the events. It's like he try to move on, his expression look so real which should not be possible since Aether is a character game.

"I can't seem to leave him alone," You rub your eyes and slowly calming yourself down. Getting up from the bed you reach for your phone and open your messaging app.

After a back and forth messaging with your sibling and friend, you finally come to conclusion of what to do now.

You get back with soda and snack by your side as you open up Genshin Impact in your phone with a determined face.

"I can't believe that I am doing this for a game character that I hate..." you mutter as you sigh before focusing to the screen again.

"My money..."

"OUR MONEY!" Paimon scream, "Why are the Creator even use it to but a freaking expensive firework!!" she whined into her hand.

"We could use it to buy more Sticky Honey Roast!" She cried out, step onto the ground pr air repeatly.

Aether just sigh, "Well we can't do anything about it," he keep jogging forward to somewhere that even he doesn't know with the Creator controlling him. "We will gain it back in no time, so don't worry so much Paimon."

"Okay... but where are we even going?"

Aether narrow his eye as he climb up the boulder, "Hm...I don't know but this place seem familiar."

The more they walk and climb, the more familiar the surrounding area looks, Aether is now crouching down to set down the firework under a cliff before his body starts to sprint up up to the cliff where from there, he could see Mondstadt.

"Are the creators trying to light fireworks in the morning?" Paimon wonders out loud, "What the point? It's not even night!"

But then a miracle happened, the day quickly went back to nighttime time and both Aether and Paimon's eyes widened at the sight.

The sky that once had a sun on its landscape now has a moon and star decorating It.

At the right time, the fireworks shoot up into the air and burst into many colour.

"Wow...." Aether breathed out in awe.

"Aether..."

Aether suddenly glances at the sky when he hears the Creator speak his name. Each word the Creator utters makes his heart skip a beat, flushing red and his eye sparkling.

"....With this, I hope you will cheer up a little bit."

A trail of tears goes down his cheeks as the Creator's words end. He can't understand some of it but the way his heart thumping, he just knows for sure that.

Aether has fallen in forbidden love with the...

Creator.

First time reblogging, kinda nervous.. But the creator demanded it so here we go.. Great story btw!

Life no. 7 - [pt.1]

genshin x sagau!bard!reader

tw: brief mention of death

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A performer, a traveler, a bard. How peculiar you have become.

[prologue] - [next]

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You kicked your feet back and forth from your perch atop a merchant’s carriage, grinning as you caught your first few glimpses of the city of Mondstadt. It shone in the center of Cider Lake like a crown, the many windmills chugging along, blades pushed by the invisible hand of the wind.

“Having fun, huh,” the carriage driver chuckled, grinning at your clear excitement, “You’re a kätzlein, aren’t ya? You from here?”

“Nope,” you chirped, “I get it from my mom, I think. I’m actually from Snezhnaya.”

The driver whistled in surprise.

“Snezhnaya! You’re real far from home!”

You nodded, admiring the way the wind blew through the grass. You weren’t lying about not being from Mondstadt, at least. The anemo vision on your hip glowed beautifully in the sun, the blank vision next to it dull and cloudy.

Your Snezhnayan anemo vision was courtesy of your double, but the blank one…well, that was a much longer story.

Not one you were willing to think about now.

“Should I play some music? We’ll be there in a song or two’s time, I’m sure.”

“Oh, please do,” the driver said, grinning gratefully, “you know your music is always well appreciated.”

With that, you opened your fiddle’s intricate wooden case, lifting it gently from the velvet-lined box. It had cost you a small fortune back in Sumeru, having been brought there from Fontaine, but it was worth it.

You played a few notes as a test, but everything seemed to be in tune. With that, you held the fiddle up and began to play a cheery working song.

The whole world seemed to pause to listen as you played, the notes carried far and wide by the wind. You never had the musical talent on earth that you did now. You assumed that Teyvat itself guided your hands and your voice, teaching you the fiddle in a matter of days and aiding your voice where you would usually falter.

The driver began whistling to the tune. The horses, encouraged by your playing, seemed less exhausted. The hilichurls and slimes nearby followed your caravan for a short while before going back to their homes, drawn forth and pacified by your music.

You had learned to channel your magic after all, it seemed, through singing and the playing of instruments.

…

It took exactly three songs to reach the city, not two like you had thought.

…

You thanked the driver, as well as the merchant, for agreeing to take you along with them, before leaving the group and beginning to wander around the city of the wind.

The people of Mondstadt were quite friendly. Less so when they noticed your vision and realized where you were from, but still welcoming to an extent. It was only fair, considering that the vast majority of Snezhnayans in the city were part of the Fatui, but still uncalled for.

After wandering the city for quite a bit of time, you made your way back to the fountain in the center of the city. You smiled to the young girl who was tossing coins into the water, setting down your things, resting your hat upside down on the ground by your feet, and once again opening up your case.

The intricate appearance of the violin case, as well as the instrument itself, drew attention from a few passerby. You breathed deeply, soothing your nerves, before beginning to play.

It became clear to you that you shouldn’t have worried at all about playing in the middle of the town plaza.

Your playing was as beautiful as always.

The song carried throughout the plaza, drawing the attention of most everyone nearby. The pigeons nearby settled on the buildings closest to you, leaning forward to hear better. The flowers growing in the windows and balconies of the buildings nearby seemed to sway to the music, perking up and almost seeming to grow faster. Quite a few people slowed down too, listening appreciatively and occasionally dropping some mora into your hat.

As you performed, you thought back to your first visit to Mondstadt.

It was much less pleasant, to say the least.

You had been chased out of the city within thirty minutes. The guards were probably weighing the pros and cons of running through the large crowd with their weapons drawn, but clearly they had made up their minds pretty quickly.

You had gone with them at first. You were more than willing to comply with them in the beginning, hoping that there was just some sort of misunderstanding. Once you realized just how much danger you were in, though, you ran.

You had gone to Liyue next, then Inazuma, then you passed through Liyue again and made your way to Sumeru.

Where, of course, you had almost died, and here you were now.

Minus half of your hand, sadly, but you were still alive, at the very least.

You flexed your wooden fingers, continuing to play your fiddle. Considering the money that had been tossed into your hat, you would most likely be able to find somewhere to stay the night within the city. You might even be able to afford a nice meal for yourself.

You continued to play until one of the other bards in the city chased you off, as the fountain was apparently ‘his’ spot to play. Still, you probably needed a break anyways, so there weren’t any hard feelings.

You made your way over to Good Hunter, ordering a plate of Sticky Honey Roast and sitting down. It was far too much food to eat by yourself, especially considering your shrunken stomach, but you managed regardless.

You sat there for a while afterwards, trying to plan what to do next.

Goth Hotel was fully booked by the Fatui, you recalled, so you wouldn’t be able to stay there. You could always camp outside of the city, but you would prefer to spend the night under a roof with running water, so that was out.

Unable to recall anywhere to stay from your encyclopedic memory of the lore of Teyvat, you decided to go to the Angel’s Share and ask around there.

…

The drunks at the Angel’s Share, unfortunately enough, were much less welcoming than the general public. One glance at the vision on your hip and they would ignore you for the rest of the night, occasionally glowering at you from across the tavern.

You were quite certain that you had Diluc’s hatred for the Fatui to blame for that. After all, it would only make sense that people who agreed with his sentiments would flock to the place.

Your fluffy ears twitched sadly, your tail drooping. You would have to yell at your double later for not only giving you a Snezhnayan vision, but also for giving you cat ears. It was humiliating.

You sat down at the bar, getting a drink for yourself and planning your next move. Sure, you could camp outside the city and return in the day for money, but you had been camping in the wilderness for weeks at this point, and you were quite tired of it. Maybe there was another hotel somewhere nearby..?

“Aha,” someone called, interrupting your thoughts. You turned, only to see…

Mona..?

“Just as I thought,” she said, a proud smile on her face, “I knew you would be here. Your arrival was written in the stars.”

You blanked. Mona, Mona… of course you recognized her, you could recognize any of the playable characters, but you didn’t know all too much about her. She was an astrologist, and you had seen memes about her being broke, but other than that? Nothing. You didn’t know what to expect.

“Ah, hello,” you greeted her nervously, tail flicking back and forth, “who might you be?”

“I,” she started, puffing up in pride, “am Astrologist Mona Megistus, but you may call me Mona. Of course, you already know that.”

Oh, she knew.

You gave her your best pleading look, silently begging her to shut up and go somewhere more private to talk.

She either didn’t notice, or she actively ignored you.

“It’s an honor to finally meet you, and I’m sure that you feel the same way,” she continued on, “I’m certain that with our abilities combined, we—”

“Oh, you’re a fan of my music?”

You stared at her with desperation clear in your eyes. Just play along, you screamed internally at her, please just play along so I don’t die.

“Uh—yes..?”

You smiled warmly at her, grasping her hands in yours while quickly building a role to play in your head.

“Oh, it’s wonderful to meet a fan! I didn’t expect to have any yet, since I’ve only just started performing!”

She nodded, clearly trying to act natural. Luckily nearly everyone in the tavern was drunk already, and wouldn’t notice more subtle expressions.

“Yes, I…I like your work quite a bit. I’d like to discuss it with you, actually, but I fear it might be a bit too rowdy in here.”

Oh thank gods, you thought, trying not to visibly deflate in relief, thank whatever gods are out there.

“Sure! Do you have any place in mind?”

“Oh…” Mona paused awkwardly, trying to think of something, “how about…we just…take a walk around the city? It’s quite beautiful when the sun starts to set.”

You nodded, following her out of the crowded tavern and into the city streets. The two of you entered a small empty alleyway as soon as you could.

You sighed in relief, heart beating heavily as you leaned against one of the alley walls.

“Oh my god, I thought I was going to die,” you whimpered out, breathing deeply, “please never do that again.”

“But…no one would ever dare to harm you, Your Grace,” Mona said, staring at you in confusion, “is that why you decided to take up a glamour to hide your true form as well?”

“Did you ever hear about the impostor?”

“Ah—of course!” She puffed up in self-importance, “everyone heard about them, the mortal who dared to steal the face of a god. You ordered the Archons to hunt them down and punish them for their crimes.”

“Mona,” you said, your voice somewhat strained, “that was me. The person who says they’re the creator—they’re lying. They almost got me murdered.”

Mona stared at you in disbelief.

The city of Mondstadt truly was beautiful today. The setting sun painted the buildings and the clouds in shades of yellow and red, the chatter of the crowds almost musical if you listened closely.

A gust of wind blew through the alleyway, blowing Mona’s hair into her face. But how could the wind be so gentle, so soft, now that she knew what had happened?

The astrologists originated from a friend of the original Creator. They had taught their friend everything that they knew about the stars, laying bare the secrets of the universe in front of their eyes.

Forever indebted to the Creator for their teachings, the astrologists had a sacred duty to protect the Creator and all of their creations, no matter the cost.

There were tales of astrologists who had parted seas, crumbled mountains, calmed tempests, all in the name of the Creator and their people.

Mona had failed in her sacred duty. Spectacularly.

“Hey—wait, are you—no, stop crying! I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you—”

Mona pulled you into a hug, her arms wrapped around you with all of her strength. Muffled sobs came from her shaking form.

Reluctantly, uncertainly, you wrapped your arms around her, stroking her back in a way you hoped was comforting.

“I failed you,” she gasped out. It seemed like the only thing she could say, repeating it over and over.

“Hey—no, you didn’t fail me, I—you didn’t even know! It’s okay!”

She shook her head, utterly despondent.

“I…I cannot go on knowing this, knowing I have so horribly failed in my duties. Please, punish me in whatever way you see fit. I would die in order to pay this debt.”

“That—I can’t do that, I—,” you paused for a moment, thinking to yourself, “actually, I can think of something.”

Pulling away from you, she stared at the cobbled floor at your feet, nodding silently.

“I…well, this is embarrassing, but I don’t exactly have a place to stay since all the hotels are full,” you said sheepishly, scratching at the back of your head. Mona looked up at you expectantly.

“Do you think…I might be able to stay with you..?”

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Notes: Yaurssss,,,,,,, more writing,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, inshallah I hope u enjoyed

Maybe I’ll make a playlist for this fic too, who knows lmao 👀 also fun fact! This fic’s original name was Tiny Mirrors, named after a song by AJJ. Also, the reader is kätzlein as a further reference to the fic’s current namesake.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞? 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫?"

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖: 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧

Weirdly enough, Prim finds herself heading to Dragonspine. Diluc decided to have someone tailor her a coat, she's grateful but it feels like she just gained brothers. She has the path memorized by now, remembering the idiocy she had when she was a new player back then before the burnout from Genshin occured and made her stop playing.

As soon as she reaches the cave, her tracks stop there for some reason as she feels her vision attempt to make the entire world spin for her.

"Your Grace?"

Prim's vision clears, her body lying in the snow as the flakes drop from the sky and she finds herself seeing a pretty angel looking at her with concern.

"Albedo?"

The homunculus helps her up, dusting off the snow from her coat and guiding her inside the cave to keep her warm.

"I thought you wouldn't come."

His voice was soft as he makes sure there's enough sticks to keep the fire burning, Prim takes notice of her surroundings—they all feel so familiar yet so far at the same time, like she barely remembers this from her memory. Has it truly been that long since she last played this game?

"Why so?"

She replies as she pulls the coat to keep herself warm, it doesn't go unnoticed by Albedo as he makes sure the fire burns enough.

"Kaeya seems apologetic when he saw me."

"Oh."

Is all she can say. A part of her would feel guilt for suddenly acting that way towards Kaeya, but she doesn't remember why she felt so defensive—she'll have to apologize to him later when she gets back.

"What did you need me for?"

She doesn't need pleasantries anymore, she just wants to hide in the covers and isolwte again. Being around people, being treated like a God is exhausting—this made her respect the Archons for dealing with this back in the days.

"There was a scripture from the Church."

That statement sent shivers down her spine, Prim used to love the church until there were things that felt so wrong for her—it can't be helped that super religious scare her deeply with how they sound so robotic and possessed by saying, "I prayed to my God and..." This and that.

Especially when she lost her father, her great grandmother and other grandmother—all she heard from them was, "It was God's plan". For what exactly?

"It says in those scriptures that you've done things and that it changed the way you are."

Albedo says, Prim relaxes as she realized that it's not that kind of religious way.

"I'm curious, do deities have the same curiosity as a child before it changed their perspective?"

Prim chuckles, staring into her cold fingertips.

"It depends, but I believe it's more on experience and how you're exposed to what part of life."

Albedo nods and notes it down.

"What's it like?"

"Pardon?"

"What's it like having to lose that innocence you once had?"

That's a question that forever haunted her, there was a lot of things she went through that she'd never wish upon her worst enemy—even someone who doesn't talk to her anymore because they're being immature than talking properly.

"It's a grief that will keep you up at night, something you know will berate you until you learn to push those memories away and be able to breathe again."

And she's back here again, in the Dawn Winery. Something's keeping her up as she opens her device, she turns it off and sighs as she knows she has to move on now. After all, sometimes you have to leave a friendship behind to see if it'll still be the way it is when you're older.

"Diluc?"

"Your Grace?"

To Prim, Diluc is like an older brother—something about him makes her want to shrink back to a child and cry to him until she passes out.

"Has there ever been a moment where you have to convince yourself that what you did is just you being human?"

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰."

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

WARNING: VERY DISTURBING.

A/N: It's been a while and I deeply apologize if the second day of 2024 is what you'll see of this. I feel like shit and I wanna puke my guts out. My need for therapy is being ignored so here I am, coping!

She stares at the toilet as the contents of it were finally out, but not the feelings of guilt as she keeps feeling like shit.

I shouldn't have, why was I selfish?

The voices are back and she hates it, she pukes it out once more even if there's nothing for her to puke anymore.

If I say sorry, she'll say shit. If I don't, she'll say shit.

She holds back the tears as she pukes it out again.

This is why I hate being happy, I end up hurting someone in the process.

As she keeps puking it out, her stomach hurts and it causes her to puke unnecessary...bile.

She doesn't care if she dies anymore, she's not going to eat.

Why did I even go there?

She feels her tears well up and she wipes them, she's not about to be an attention-seeker.

Why didn't anyone tell her?

She wouldn't have done it if somebody told her.

Now she's gonna end up feeling like shit.

Now, she's going to stop eating thanks to the triggers again.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞? 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧."

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬: 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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In the far-off, distant past, there was once a coiling collar.

At the age of 6, Prim was raised to believe one thing. If she were to make her parents proud and happy, then it means she's a good child.

“I want people, I want people,” it cried, this cursed collar.

And so she did. She met every expectations whether small or big, she earned medals at a young age and even had her certificates displayed on the wall.

Don’t get angry. 

"I'm sorry..." Prim softly choked on her sobs as she is kneeling down, clutching onto her father's pants.

Don’t abandon me.

"I won't do it again, I promise!" She begged and cried. All because she made a mistake, she hates it when people yell at her. Why is her father looking at her coldly? Is he leaving her?

Don’t go anywhere.

She was alone in the room, crying. Why did he leave? Didn't she promise to be a good girl? Why? What did she do wrong? She thought she was making him happy!

(Hey.)

As Prim gets older, she kept hearing the same thing from her parents. 'It doesn't matter to us if you're an achiever or not, we just want you to have better grades, but it's better if you are an achiever.'

It strangles me tightly, til I could throw up, whenever no one's, no one's around.

She didn't know when it happened, but she started fulfilling their expectations. She studied hard, getting recognized by teachers and even scoring high marks.

Nice grades, huh?

Prim is holding her report card, the average is high and her conduct is highly satisfactory...yet it feels so...empty to her.

Hey, hey, aren’t I a good kid?

Everytime her mother is viewing her card, she is praising her child for maintaining the high grades. But she nitpicks when her grade in a certain subject is lower than the previous semesters and quarters, causing Prim to feel more pressure.

Aren’t I a cute kid?

Soon, it even turned to appearances. Ever since her father had passed away, she gained weight. She wasn't really all this 'fat' or 'chubby', she's fit.

Hey, hey,

Yet their insults never stopped, it was suffocating to the point she wanted to carve a knife to her skin until she cuts out the imperfect parts of her. Until she began to slowly lose weight, exercising and starting diets even if she has a medical condition that doesn't allow her to eat less.

I’m good, right?

She hated seeing her face, her reflection and body since she gained weight. But as she slowly lost the heavy weight, the fat and chubby cheeks...she could finally be confident in herself, to finally look at a mirror without breaking it.

It hurts, hey...

But why does she sometimes feel like she needs to change some parts of her?

Love me.

She seeks validation, whether through academics or just compliments about her body and face.

Love me.

She even decided to have curtain bangs, to cut her waist-length hair and turn it to a wolfcut.

Love me.

She learned how to use makeup, to make herself look more pretty and hide her ugly parts.

more and more.

"Your eyeliner is amazing!" A girl from Prim's class commented when Prim entered the room. Prim puts on her usual smile for formalities and façades, someone noticed? It felt nice. "Thank you." She softly replies.

Love me.

"If you all need complete notes, you should all talk to Prim." A teacher says during a review session, Prim's eyes widened as she didn't expect anyone to acknowledge her notes. It's pretty, clear and those aesthetic notes you see in pinterest.

Love me.

They were having an activity where a paper with a student's name gets passed around in a circle and everyone writes what the think or see of that person, once Prim read hers, she received many compliments.

So much that it's maddening

Prim gets praised by her teachers that whenever she enters the faculty room, her teachers smile when seeing her.

It's painful

Prim slowly finds herself piled up in duties that were way worse than before, causing her to feel overwhelmed and pressured.

It hurts

She wants to cry, to scream, to be angry. She's human too, why can't they see that? She's not always the Perfect and Smiling President.

Break, break this binding spell, okay?

"Is this what my life would be like?!" She cries to her best friend who remains quiet, gazing at her with pity. She was always known to be perfect, to be able to handle pressure and always come out on top. Yet her closest friends see the truth, how broken and how much pain she endures.

It can't be stopped...

Yet she can't stop this, this responsibility, this pain and this pressure. She was never supposed to be involved in design team for competitions anyway, why did they have to include her in the design team? Once she sent the design, there were no objections. Yet when it was finally discussed upon, those bitches had to fucking ruin it and act arrogantly because someone older was backing them up.

"I'm fucking older than them, I'm the President. I don't use any of these as a way to get things my way, so why the fuck can't they understand and comply when their own ideas are fucking garbage?! I fucking tolerated everything, every fucking headache and stress they give me and this j what I get in return for being so nice, for not being a bitch?!"

Prim throws her bag, destroying everything she sees. Screaming and punching and even kicking things. Destroying graded projects and papers and even attempting to hurt herself. Scratching her body, pulling her hair or hitting her head.

Yet her mother never comforted her, only telling her to stop crying, it's annoying. And it triggered Prim.

No matter how big your body, your body grows, this collar remains small.

Prim continues onto living, putting her dark humor as for 'jokes' when she's thought about offing herself. The fucking adult in the room can't even act like one, yet gives the eldest the fucking responsibility of one. It disappoints and disgusts Prim.

It's agonizing now, but this is nothing new.

She grits her teeth underneath the face mask she wears as she fakes a smile, luckily the face mask hides it. It hides the hatred Prim bears for everyone she despises.

People just, people just—they're not enough.

Prim slowly loses herself in all this pain. If it's not academics she struggles with, it's life.

I vow not to lose to anyone in my class, aren't I a lovely child?

Prim's heart aches and sinks to her stomach each time she reaches the achiever's list, she's happy but only for a short while. Of course, if she tells her mother, that woman would be proud. Yet Prim has to bear the weight of expectations and responsibility again.

(right?)

She can't even play her video games as much as she wants, she can't even laze around for a bit when it's the weekend as much as she wants.

Way more than that child and more than that child. Everyone, marvel at me!

Prim climbs on stage, receives her certificate and smiles brightly before bowing and leaving the stage. Finally, all her hard work and breakdowns made it to where she is now. Is it all worth it?

Behind the gymnasium when I told you that I was in love

"I like you for a really long time now. I know you'd figure that one out easily since you pick up hints that fast." A girl confesses to Prim, she was taken aback of course. Under all that much insecurities and issues she has, someone actually likes her? Or is it just because of how they view her?

Wasn't that kind of a lie?

"Ah, I see..." Prim replies before noticing the girl's nervous expression, she's sensitive to people's emotions. She's scared that if she makes the wrong move, people will hate her and it's all her fault. "How about I think about my answer to you before replying? I...wanna make sure if I feel the same way." She replies, it gives the girl hope. The weight in Prim's chest feels a little light.

I love you so, so very much

Prim accepted the confession, made the relationship work even in long distance. Yet as time passes, that girl seems to change. Be moody, start a fight and not even hear Prim out, even calling out Prim's issue and struggle of being too sensitive to other people's emotions. "You would atleast understand what I'm feeling!" It echoed to Prim's head, she wants to tear that girl apart and rip her to shreds.

Even though I think you are trash.

That girl never went through the abuse and trauma Prim had to undergo, they were never kicked out of the house when they were sick, they never had to experience in facing expectations of everyone or having to change their own body for someone else's sake! Or needing to discard their own pain and feelings because their significant other or family is in pain and need comfort! Or having to fear mirrors because she dislikes the way she looks! Or having to bargain God to atleast change places with her dead father!

Love me.

Now the girl is ghosting Prim. During that time, Prim slowly learned things herself, is this what she really wants in a relationship? To be this hurt and misunderstood just like her mother does? To hate arguments because it reminds her of her mother's fights?

Love me. Love me.

She slowly realized she was losing feelings during the 4 days the girl ghosted her—No, this isn't right! She's supposed to keep her promise! She swore to never be like her father who can't keep a single promise! Why us that girl so cold? Why is the spark gone?! Are they not interested anymore?! Do they not love her anymore?! But Prim loves them! Whether they were being an asshole or a dick, they still accepted the insults and called 'dramatic' for writing Prim's own issues in writing as a coping mechanism.

I'll give you everything.

Everyone knows how devoted and loyal Prim is when she falls in love. Even if there were pretty and handsome people in her school, in her class, she only had eyes for her lover. Wasn't that loyalty enough?! Being excited to talk to her lover after school, to be able to talk to them again...

I'll have you.

And that person broke it off in Halloween, just when Prim had made a gift. Prim felt her world shatter, she didn't know what came of her when she suddenly burned the gift just to feel something. She already lost her own identity, emotions and personality because of everything. She can't feel, what's going on? After all the nights she spent awake trying to understand why this gurl was just so important to her, finally accepting that she is bi...just to be replaced by someone near that girl? A boy?

I'll have you.

She hid the pain from her family, heartbreak is normal after all. People only confess to her because she was the fat pitiful girl, she was used to it. But why does this hurt so much?

I'll have you shoulder everything for me.

She can't cry, she has duties to fulfill. She pushes that pain down and focuses on completing her project and duties as the girl people see her as. Usually, being the President could mean that you are the 'head' or leader of the class when the teacher isn't around, it feels like a dream isn't it? But for Prim? Being the President means needing to do things a Secretary or Monitor should do, needing to keep everyone in check or having to announce events going on in class. Yet the 'popular' girls think they're high and mighty and don't respect Prim, even though Prim wants to hurt them—she never does. She's surprised her patience last that long. Her own adviser is a useless adult as it doesn't even really act like one, giving Prim all the responsibility alone and it makes Prim sick.

It's not enough.

Her eyes lost their shine, she doesn't feel like her body is her own anymore. She doesn't even feel anything, she feels so numb.

You're not enough.

Everytime her mother tries to act affectionate after fighting with her, it makes Prim so sick. She knows she has mommy issues, yet her mom makes everything worse to the point she even questions her own life.

I won't let you go.

She doesn't know what went through her mother's mind, telling her details before, during and after Prim was born. Her father was never present during the time of her mother's pregnancy, he was staying at another girl's house and they broke it off when her mother found out. Yet, they got together when Prim was born. Their anniversary is Prim's birthday, causing her to dislike it.

Please forgive me.

She hates herself even more, disliking her own date of birth. Prim slowly underwent an identity crisis, she has thoughts she wishes to escape that even no internet or music can't help her escape it. She hates her own being, feeling betrayed and offended by the act that her parents had to keep. Pretending to be a 'happy' family, making her think abuse is normal when it isn't. She hates it.

Love me.

Prim doesn't understand why her life became like this.

Love me.

She's been sexually abused since childhood even up till now, no matter what her body looked like.

Love me.

Prim wants to fall in love, to trust someone again after that horrible relationship but...is it really worth it?

More and more.

A lady matures faster than a man is what her mother would say, yet it irritates Prim that her mother never let her experience a proper childhood without all the trauma and abuse or needing to be a perfect golden for validation.

Love me.

When Prim wants to wear what she wants, her mother acts dramatic about it. When Prim wants to put on makeup to make herself look pretty, her brothers act as if it's the end of the world and Prim hates it.

Love me.

Whenever Prim complains, her mother goes "It doesn't matter, you're an honor student now." It makes Prim wonder if that's what's really important to her mom.

So much that it's maddening.

Is her life even worth it just to be a trophy daughter? Is this what she'll grow up to? Pleasing people, putting on façades and always needing to put her pain away because her feelings aren't validated?

It hurts.

She can't breathe.

I won't let go.

Prim gasps for air as she sits up and tries to count to 10 as she takes deep breath.

It hurts.

Prim grips her hair. She's never had an anxiety attack before, she doesn't know what to do. She grabs her phone and tries to breathe. "Hello?" "Mom, come here please." She drops the call and phone as she cries, why can't she breathe?

More, more and hey.

Prim works hard everyday, to make people happy, keep her grades up and to make sure her body maintains it's healthy shape so she won't be rushed to the hospital anymore. She spent her childhood in a hospital and it was torture. White plains walls, machines and tubes around you, oxygen tanks, needles and you feel like wanting to die. Prim's used to the needles poking her skin, she has high pain tolerance after all. Puking acid, that horrible smell of soap they mop the floor with and the food.

This is happiness.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫."

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧: 𝐑𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞

It felt as if this moment feels right.

As if dancing with him was just what she needed.

Albedo decides to slowly spin her, it wasn't fast or too fancy. It's just a simple slow dance together, no fancy movements or elegant steps.

As like every song does, the dance comes to an end. Albedo and Prim were left gazing into each other's eyes, it was comfortable.

"If I knew any better, I'd be convinced you're a prince."

Prim laughs, scratching her nape.

God, why did I say that? It feels awkward now.

And of course, my mind flashes back to when I believed Prince Charming from Cinderella was real when I was a young girl.

God, I hope this ground swallows me whole.

Albedo softly chuckles, Prim's eyes widen and her cheeks felt warm.

It's...a pleasant sound. Has he ever laughed like this in game?

I...can't remember.

"Well, I can tell you that I am not. However..."

He gently tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"I could be, if that's what you desire."

He says smoothly, smiling sweetly at her. Prim feels her cheeks turn too warm.

This man and his fucking rizz istg—

As the morning sun rises, Prim eats breakfast with Kaeya and Diluc.

"Albedo wants to meet up with you, Your Grace."

Kaeya says right off the bat, Prim eats her pasta as she tucks her hair behind her ear because short-hair-that-can't-be-tied-struggles.

"Oh? What for?"

Prim asks as she swallows the pasta, Diluc is eating his food quietly as always. The three eating together sure remind Adelinde of a sibling dynamic.

"Just mentioned a classified request, that's all."

Kaeya says, eyeing Prim with a smirk as she eats her pasta unbotheredly.

"Unless he's asking you out on a date?"

Kaeya teases, Prim chokes on her pasta, Diluc and Adelinde immediately hand her water and pat her back. Prim coughs for a bit as she covers her mouth with her hand before drinking water and clearing her throat.

"Oh no, no, no, no."

Prim awkwardly laughs, Kaeya raises a brow at how...tense Prim's body language is.

She softly says before eating again, Kaeya's gaze never left her while Diluc tells Kaeya to just eat.

"I better hope it's not that."

"You seem uncomfortable with the fact that someone could like you."

Kaeya says, the room went quiet. Diluc tries to tell Kaeya off before Prim gazes at Kaeya coldly, it certainly shocked the two as Prim never really gave that stare before.

One thing for sure, they're gonna avoid angering her again.

"I believe that's a private matter, Alberich. While admiration is something I do not mind, making assumptions is one thing I dislike."

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱: 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

Prim can't sleep again.

It was weird for her to not feel sleepy, considering that her body is on sleep mode before 12 am.

She gets off bed and peeks from the window, gently pushing the curtains as the moon glows brightly.

Her eyes shining a little, like little stares decorating the starry night sky, how beautiful must it be for her be able to see?

She shivers and gently wears her cream-colored cardigan as she quietly exits through the window.

Now, you may think that she sleeps on the Second Floor. Who in the right mind would be so suicidal to use the window as a way to sneak off?

Prim.

Prim would.

She's done this before back in the real world, only difference? Just to get a cold glass of water or needing to take a shit.

Her footsteps were always quiet, her movements are calculated. She knows when to silence her own self when it's midnight.

My family had thought I was a ghost and would never feel my presence whenever I'm in the room. Heck, they scream whenever I enter the room, claiming I 'appear out of nowhere'. How foolish.

She says in her head as she quietly lands on the cobblestone (?) ground and heads to the lake.

She took off her slippers and dipped her toes in the water, she removed her cardigan and gently placed it on a big rock as she feels the cool water touch her feet.

She softly hums and hears the crickets, it isn't unusual to hear this thing outside. She closes her eyes and moves her body, gracefully dancing on the water.

As if she too were a liquid, like a fairy performing a dance that would forever be remembered by history.

She hears the bush rustle, she stops her movements and stares at the bush.

An animal?

"Ah, my apologies."

Albedo, the Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius.

It was her favorite, one Prim remembered that person cherished and simped for, it hurt for Prim to see the Chalk Prince. But she isn't stupid, she needs to see Albedo as himself, not that woman's loved character.

"Greetings and Salutations."

Prim softly greets, doing a princess-like bow in which Albedo does a prince bow in return.

"Are you here to tell me that it's late in the evening?"

She softly asked in a teasing way, Albedo softly chuckles.

"If you so wish, Your Grace. I could"

Prim softly chuckles before lending a hand out to him, saying her most well-known line that only that lady would know.

"Shall we dance?"

Albedo gently placed his hand under hers and bringing it to his lips, kissing her knuckles.

"We shall."

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱: 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬

"𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬"

WARNING: THIS MAY BE UNCOMFORTABLE AND DISTURBING SO PLEASE EXIT IMMEDIATELY IF YOU AREN'T COMFORTABLE WITH THAT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ‼️

If it was one thing Prim liked being in Teyvat, it's to forget the pressure and façade she had to maintain back in the real world.

Always needing to prove something of herself, always needing to put her studies first, unable to enjoy her life to the point that her mother told her to enjoy her life but gets mad when she does.

She couldn't rest — she just can't, it would hinder what she has to do. What she has to prove of herself, just to be a trophy daughter. The perfect daughter, a doll made for show.

"Everyone's watching, don't show a single flaw"

"Always be kind, don't show them who you really are"

"If you show such behavior like that, they'll say 'Is this how her mother raised her?'. You wouldn't want to upset me, do you?"

Quiet, be quiet!

She always hated those voices in her head. Everywhere she goes, she must maintain a façade just so her mother would shut up. To always be the top, to always exceed the expectations. To always be a doll that never had a life of her own, always study, study, study, study, study.

She hated being called perfect, she hated hearing it so much. She isn't perfect, she's hideous, she's ugly, she has flaws, she's too flawed. Everything isn't what it seems.

The pressure of always being seen as the good girl, she hated it. Always being polite, always showing a gentle smile, so soft-spoken, so responsible.

i hate it, i hate it, i hate it, i hate it, i hate it

As she grew older, the more burn out she feels. She hated being sensitive to others emotions, she hated the fact that a crowded place can drain her no matter the many people there is. She hated feeling their emotions, being aware, sensitive and always needing to be cautious.

One small step that could ruin everything, like walking on a thread that if you make one small mistake, you fall into the endless pit of nothing but a void of emptiness.

And she hated it, knowing what she feels isn't anyone's anymore. That the person she told her sense of sensing others emotions called it all a lie when it's the truth.

'You never experienced what I went through'

What she always wanted to say if she could ever go back in time.

'I gained this all from trauma you didn't have, I gained all this pain from something you should be glad you never experienced for once in your childhood'

She hated it, she hated it when people think she's making shit up when she doesn't. It's all real, it's her vulnerability. Why are you calling it such bullshit?

'You had a happy childhood, something I never had. You were never abused, tormented and ruined for the sake of 'obedience', for the sake of 'teaching a child'.'

Prim wanted to cuss that all out to the girl she once loved, the girl she dedicated her whole time to, she loyally fell for, to the girl who didn't experience the abuse Prim went through.

It was all planned. It all was.

To wait until college for them to finally be official, but no, no, no, no. Things just had to take a turn.

Prim became herself, became expressive, her façades were no more, non-existent when it came to that girl.

So why? Why?!

Why did she think all those were lies?!

Why didn't she accept the way Prim behaved?!

That it isn't the good girl Prim?!

That this is who Prim is?!

'I don't know, I just felt like being lied to.'

BULLSHIT

BULLSHIT

BULLSHIT

BULLSHIT

BULLSHIT

LIED TO?!

YOU FELT FUCKING LIED TO?!

YOU CALL MY VULNERABILITY A LIE?!

WHERE THE ABSOLUTE FUCK IS THE LIE?!

WHERE?!

TELL ME.

TELL.

ME.

Prim's chest rise up and down quickly, in anger, in rage.

Prim always had anger issues she tried to control, to the point that no one can tell when she's angry.

Her anger appears and dies down quickly as if it never existed in the first place.

She was in the piano room again, it was midnight. She was alone.

She always struggled to sleep properly, especially in unfamiliar places despite living in Teyvat for almost a month now.

She had moved on, yes.

But her anger, all the words and explanations unsaid were haunting her again.

It wasn't easy to move on, it's like the stages of grief.

She accepted it, that she couldn't change what happened back in November.

But a part of her is angry for being mistreated like that, that she felt it. She felt the way the girl she liked was replying to her as if forced.

She knew and she hated it.

She thought everything went back to normal after their arguement, but no.

It just stayed downhill.

She felt herself struggling to breathe again, she immediately clutched the side of her head as she sits up and tries to steady her breathing.

"27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32..."

She mutters as she keeps counting to distract herself, to prevent her anxiety happening again.

It felt painful, each night during August that she kept having panic attacks for a week straight.

She hated it, she hated her own anxiety that can tear her down immediately even if she was prepared for it.

"40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45..."

She counted again, and again and again before unknowingly sitting down and playing the piano.

Her favorite that could hurt her so much.

Duet from Omori.

Her fingers glided through the piano as she starts to play, the melody calming her down immediately as she continues to play.

She memorized Mari's part in that duet, she loved hearing it over and over again. It would never bore her, it would just comfort her.

As she continues to olay, she hears her mind play Sunny's violin, she smiles unconsciously and continues playing. Relaxing as she closes her eyes and lets herself be at peace.

The mansion was empty, but it was filled by the beautiful melody against these closed walls.

Prim liked being alone most of the time, it was to get away from all her responsibilities but she hated the hidden vulnerability in it. Ready to attack her at any times she lets her guard down, that's why she often isolates herself. She wants to be herself, to feel what she feels.

Not being wary of someone's emotions, not feeling what others feel. It's frustrating, knowing what you feel isn't yours.

but with music, it helps her. It eases her.

Diluc and Kaeya enter the mansion, the maids are in Vacation as Diluc had requested for thanking them for always taking care of this place, they immediately hear the melodious tune getting faster and faster.

"I didn't expect her grace to be awake at this hour"

Kaeya says, talking smoothly that would make anyone swoon while Diluc sighs.

Must've been her insomnia again

They head to where the source of the sound is and spot Prim in her nightgown and cardigan, clearly in her sleepwear as her hair is covering her face as she continues to play.

Kaeya remembered the first time he saw her play, it was beautiful yet sad.

And this one, this one hits harder yet he doesn't know why.

No words were sung in the air, yet why did it feel so...painful to listen to?

They waited until Prim finished playing before Kaeya clapped and caused Prim to flinch.

"Anak ng putang—"

They raised a brow but Kaeya spoke.

"That was a wonderful performance, Your Grace."

They hear her mutter something before they can finally get a glance of her face.

"Kaeya, Diluc. Done for the day?"

"Not Diluc though"

"Oh quit it, Kaeya"

Both of them take Prim's each hand and kiss the back of it, Prim is used to their gesture but she can't help but malfunction each time.

"It's late, Your Grace. Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

Kaeya smoothly asks, his tone already sounds worried as he places a hand on Prim's waist.

"Ah, yeah. I just...needed to relax"

Prim said, avoiding the reason which is about her anxiety.

"I see, well, now that we're here. Why don't we all do a cuddle pile? We haven't done one for weeks"

Prim hummed softly as if agreeing to the plan while Diluc sighs.

"I have matters to attend to"

"Well, the offer still stands, 'Luc~"

Prim tells Diluc to be safe which he nods as he leaves while Kaeya looks at Prim and carries her like a princess.

boy, what the absolute fUCK—

"Kaeya?!"

Prim's arms wrapped around his neck as Kaeya grins.

"Come on, can't I cuddle with my lovely creator~?"

Prim softly sighs as Kaeya carries her to her room and they cuddle in bed, despite Kaeya's cold vision, Prim seemed to like the coldness radiate from his body.

No words were spoken, only gestures. They both held each other as if they were afraid the other would disappear into thin air and it grounded them.

"Goodnight, Your Grace."

"Goodnight, Kaeya"

And it ended in a happy note el oh el 💀 sorry if it was too disturbing at first, I hope you enjoyed reading (?)

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞"

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warning: some may be ooc and this is longer than the rest ajdjwanwkwkwkw. Enjoy!

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"The Day of the Festival"

Kaeya says before looking at Prim.

"Are you ready, my lady?"

He asks softly as Prim is trying to stop her shaking hands, admiring Prim's outfit.

"Don't remind her, she knows"

Diluc says as he comes downstairs, wearing something that nearly made Prim choke. (She likes seeing hot men/pretty boys in suits, it's her weakness. You're welcome ;D)

Kaeya smirks.

"Oh? But isn't it better to remind her?"

Prim screams mentally.

I forgot I'm surrounded by pretty men hnghhhh

She then notices Kaeya's outfit.

oh have mercy—

"—you ready, your grace?"

Diluc asks as he lends a hand out to Prim.

"m-mhm..."

FUCK THEY'RE SO HOT HNGHHH

She gently places her gloved hand on top of Diluc's before Kaeya snatches her other hand and they walk to the carriage.

"I must say, it's a new sight to behold, seeing you all dressed so formally."

Kaeya says as he eyes Prim, causing Diluc to smack the back of his head.

"Be respectful"

Diluc mutters as Prim's shaking hands are rubbing each other, the two notice it once more.

She can't calm down

They take her hands and gently squeeze it, causing Prim to squeak at the sudden cold and warm feeling.

"Calm down, if anything happens. We're here to make sure it'll go well"

Diluc says as Prim nods.

"Sorry, I just—um, don't do well when I know there's a crowded place."

Prim says as she mutters something under her breath as Kaeya perks up.

"We could reduce the citizens, your—"

"No, no, no, no, no. I don't wanna break their hearts, haha—"

Prim says as the two sigh.

"If the crowd's too overwhelming, look for one of us and we'll escort you away"

"Thank you"

"Anytime, Your Grace"

- - - - - >

While everyone's preparing the small stage, Prim gets taken aback by the dandelions near her.

Ah...

She gently reaches out to it before her heart aches.

I guess...this'll be my closure to you

She closes her eyes.

I hope you'll find happiness whether I'm there or not, I hope we'll both be happy and move on. You became a part of my chapter, it's time to flip the page. May we both find happiness and love, and be happy that the other is happy no matter what. No more hard feelings or malice, just pure joy.

She softly blows the dandelion, watching it fly to the air before walking away. A certain bard seems to have felt what had flown to the air.

"Your Grace, this is Venti. The bard that'll play—"

"and Barbatos, the Anemo Archon"

"A-Ah, yes..."

Jean stutters, wondering how Prim knew but dared not to question it as Venti grins.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Your Grace!"

Prim smiles softly.

"Likewise."

Venti takes Prim away while Diluc is staring at them, Kaeya chuckles and tells Diluc to relax.

"So, I felt the wind flow a bit differently today~"

Venti says as he picks up flowers for Prim who's sitting on a rock and watching him.

"Ah, so you felt it."

Was all Prim said, smiling softly. Venti's gaze softens at the sight of Prim being surrounded by crystal flies and her smile didn't have pain in it anymore.

She's letting go, that song will be her closure.

He softly smiles before weaving a flower crown for Prim who's preoccupied with the crystal flies.

"You know...the first time I felt your presence, I didn't know who it was at first. I was taken aback actually!"

Venti says as he continues weaving flower crowns, Prim watches his fingers do the weaving.

Ah, he weaves like how my cousin taught me...

"But you know, after seeing you help the Traveler, help the nations and went through all that...I can't help but feel grateful to you, for...for everything"

Venti says, Prim hums as she gently tucks a cecilia on Venti's ear.

"I'm glad you did the right thing, Barbatos. Whether you were a whisp or not, I'm just glad it's you."

She softly says as she kisses the top of his head, Venti gently holds her wrists before looking at her.

"You mean it?"

"I do. I know you hold the guilt of...all that, and I know. You don't have to say anything, but I'll always be proud of you. Whether you're a bard or an Archon, I'll cherish what you did for this nation."

Prim says softly as Venti gently places the flower crown on top of her head before hugging her gently.

"Thank you, Your Grace."

He says softly, pulling her close before they hear someone clear their throat.

"I'm afraid we have to cut that moment short, it's starting"

Albedo says as Prim gently pulls away from the hug and accepts Albedo's arm to hook her hand with, Venti lets out a small 'ehe' before following them.

"Your Grace, the program's starting already so you needn't be worried about missing out"

He says as Prim softly smiles, Venti watches her smile and his heart feels warm. He knew what that smile meant, the first time he saw her, he saw how her eyes held something he's afraid of asking. Yet the moment the dandelion was blown onto the wind, he knew that what that was is now in the past as she continues on in her journey.

After a while of the games and activities for the children and adults alike, it was time for the intermission as food is being served.

Prim nervously grabs her ukulele and walks up to the stage as she sits on the chair, with the help of Kaeya lifting her up so her skirt wouldn't ride up as he places a shawl on her lap so she wouldn't be uncomfortable with the dress's skirt, she clears her throat as she feels the nervousness settle in.

It's not your first time, it's okay.

There's people here who support you.

Whatever happens in this intermission, you just enjoy it.

Prim takes a deep breath before strumming her ukulele, Venti uses a little wind manipulation for everyone to hear the instrument being played and Prim's voice to be heard.

"Maybe it's the way you say my name"

Prim notices her hands shaking as she progresses from chord to chord but she ignores it.

"Maybe it's the way you play your game"

She remembers it all again, with this song was the one she always hesitated to play, the song that'll bring back unwanted memories.

"But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you...but it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you"

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.

"And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime, and I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine...'cause"

Her mind is at ease now, the pain slowly stops gnawing her heart. And slowly, she finds it nice, that the pain is slowly leaving. That the closure she always wanted to get is finally settling in.

"I'm in a field of dandelions, wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine and I see forever in your eyes, I feel okay when I see your smile, smile"

Out of everyone else, only Venti knew what it meant. Whether it was the wind that told him or the song, he's happy she's finally getting what she always wanted. To be able to accept something she knew she couldn't change even if she tried, to be able to finally leave a chapter in her story to move on from the past.

"Wishing on dandelions all of the time, praying to God that one day you'll be mine, wishing on dandelions all of the time, all of the time~"

- - - - >

They're now in Angel's Share, well, drinking except for Prim.

"You did amazing out there, Your Grace. You sound like a siren back there"

Kaeya says as he takes his shot of the alcoholic beverage as Prim drinks her fruit juice.

"Oh, Thank you..."

Prim says softly as her hands are still shaking from the performance, Venti of course is letting loose and drinking. Not that Prim minded.

"I do apologize for letting you see this side of them, Your Grace."

Diluc says as he continues to serve the drinks, making sure Prim still has the fruit juice beverage and not alcohol.

"It's okay, 'Luc. I'm used to handling drunkards so this sight is nothing new to me"

Prim says softly as she thanks him for pouring her glass more fruit juice, this statement makes Kaeya perk up.

"Oh? You know how to handle drunkards?"

He leans his cheek on his palm as he stares at Prim who's drinking her fruit juice.

"Hm? Yeah, I know how."

It was summer of May

Prim says in her head as she does an anime sweatdrop before Kaeya comes closer to her and Diluc had to grab the back of his collar.

"So you've seen all the worst of a drunk person?"

"Technically, yes. Even the most calmest and rational person I know was...just a surprising person when drunk"

Prim held back her laughter as she remember her one cousin who got drunk the first time, started saying things over and over again, did jumping jacks, danced weird and screamed Olivia Rodrigo's and Taylor Swift's songs at 5am, all in one night.

Kaeya smiles at Prim.

"Then you knew that some are veryy~ clingy when drunk, hm?"

Diluc groans, Kaeya's drunk flirting again as Prim didn't seem to mind it.

"Yeah, I've had someone...cling unto me when I said I'll go check on the others drunkards who went outside, had to reassure her I wouldn't leave her there."

She says, never forgetting the fact her cousin suddenly latched onto her when Prim grabbed her coat and said that she'll check on her older brother who left to go to the other house where they stay in, it was tough having someone be a clingy drunk get off you but Prim did it gently and kindly, knowing the alcohol is taking effect and was patient enough to tolerate it.

Her?

Was all that went through their minds before Kaeya got the chance to speak, Prim got up from her seat.

"I need to use the bathroom, where is it?"

Diluc escorts her to where the bathroom is like the gentleman he is.

"You know, I actually want to see her grace drunk"

Venti says as he's trying to get Albedo drunk but to no avail, Rosaria takes a sip from her glass.

"And you think it's a good idea?"

"Why not give it a shot! Who knows? She might actually be a clingy drunk, ehe~!"

Diluc comes back as Prim had now used the bathroom, he eyes Venti and Kaeya suspiciously as Rosaria continues to drink quietly, used to the antics of her two drinking buddies.

"I'm back, what did I miss?"

Prim softly asks as Albedo gently places his hands on her waist before lifting her up on the chair, knowing how Prim struggles on stools when wearing a dress and skirt.

"Thank you, Albedo"

She softly says as Albedo nods and kisses the back of her hand before heading back to his seat, which of course Venti starts to say he did that just to touch Prim.

All of a sudden, the three drinking buddies are quiet as Prim takes a sip of her fruit juice.

"Hm? What's gotten you all so quiet?"

Prim softly asks as she continues to sip, Kaeya shakes her head before drinking more wine and Venti follows through.

Three hours have passed, Prim decides to bring Kaeya home since he's too wasted.

"Your Grace, you don't feel dizzy or anything?"

Rosaria asks all of a sudden.

Hot cryo mommy hngh—

Prim internally has a bi panic before smiling at Rosaria on the outside.

"Oh, I'm fine! Don't worry, I'll just bring Kaeya home so he can sober up easily."

Prim slings Kaeya's arm on her shoulder, her hand on his waist as she waves to the others goodbye before escorting Kaeya back home, to Dawn Winery.

As they leave the Tavern, Diluc cleans the glasses.

"You put alcohol in her drink, didn't you?"

Diluc asks as he glares down at Venti who lets out a small 'ehe' and looks away.

"What do you mean? Of course I did not~!"

Diluc sighs before Albedo speaks up.

"He did actually, almost emptied half a bottle for that."

"Half a bott—"

Diluc feels a headache come in.

"I'm closing the tavern."

What if Her Grace gets in trouble? She could've passed out!

- - - - dawn winery - - - -

Prim sighs as Kaeya's finally on his bed, she then helps him take off his shoes and all.

"Kaeya, take a bath. You need to sober up"

She softly pats his cheek as he sits up and does what she said, Prim feels her mind get hazy so she quietly and carefully walks to her room.

That's weird, it felt like that time I accidentally drank real wine and got myself tipsy...

Prim takes a bath in her room to feel the alcohol go away.

A few hours later, Diluc enters the Winery and quickly knocks on Prim's door.

"Your Grace?"

He softly calls out as Prim opens her door, in her nightwear and her hair more free.

"Diluc? Welcome back, are you going for your Darknight Hero duties?"

"I just finished."

"I see..."

"Do you...feel tipsy perhaps?"

He hesitantly asks as Prim hums.

"Well, I felt like my mind was hazy but I'm still conscious so I took a bath to sober up. Hm, it was as if that time I did get a bit tipsy because my mom lied about the wine not having alcohol..."

Prim mumbles and Diluc perks up at that.

"Your Grace, are you sure you aren't drunk?"

"Hm? Well no. If I were drunk, I probably would've stumbled and slurred my words. Also, don't worry, it's not the first time I got tipsy"

That's not the point!

Diluc screams in his head as he gently cups Prim's cheeks.

"Diluc?"

She looks at him.

Holy shit, his hands are warm

"Your Grace, are you sure you aren't drunk?"

"Of course! Kaeya's worse though."

He sighs softly before nodding.

"Alright, I'll let you have your sleep now. Goodnight, Your Grace."

"Goodnight, Diluc"

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

THE CREATOR

Prim / Sona Yuki

"Don't worry, baby. No one's going to hurt you not when I'm here, ready to attack anyone who dares touch you or look at you that way"

HERE PRIM ISSS WOOHOOO

So Prim is her "Creator" name whereas Sona Yuki is her alias.

Pronouns are she/her, he/him, they/them

Prim's an aromantic

Biologically female

If she isn't the creator, she'd have a hydro or dendro vision.

Her weapon is a polearm (again, if playable)

She has red streaks in her hair as she did that as a joke, now she kind of (?) remembers Vox Akuma with the red streaks (I'm sorry Vox, ily <3)

She wears a silk blouse on top of her black sleeveless turtleneck

She wears rings and fishnet gloves

Somehow fucking emo, don't ask why

"It's not a phase, it's a lifestyle, BITCH" - Prim

Very flirty (usually for fan service)

She has a flirty personality due to going to cosplay events back in the real world, so she's used to being flirty, flirted upon and is used to people asking her for...regular cosplay things. (Not dirty, you hoes)

Somehow messy short hair (?) One bang covers her eyes cause she likes being a mysterious mf. This bitch [affectionately]

Has deep blue ocean eyes that sometimes changes into her natural hazel eyes.

Ocean blue eyes (as Sona Yuki)

Hazel Eyes (Prim)

Likes to keep flowers and stores them in her small box that she somehow brought with her in her black bag.

She's very fashionable af, but often dresses like an e-boy or e-girl.

When she's mad or when a situation goes out of hand, she remains quiet to avoid saying things she shouldn't say.

Somehow fucking patient and rarely raises her voice.

Can be your maternal-figure or sister-figure

When she's playful, her hands go to your neck and rests there.

If she likes a certain topic, she rambles. (Try telling her to shut up, I dare you)

If ever someone tells her to stop rambling, it breaks her excitement and she never does it again. (Try, you bastard)

Mommy and Daddy Issues

Has a fucking trauma that even her therapist can't help her

In her healing/self-love era

Trying to heal the traumatic scars

Has a dark humor often about her dead dad

Has a curvy figure. big hips big butt yk.

Her thighs are thick as well, lucky for those with thigh privileges.

Always wears this blue scrunchie a friend gave her which she cherishes deeply <3

Is aromantic but wants a gf/bf.

A green flag despite her trauma.

Sometimes acts like a man.

Often man spreads when sitting except when she wears skirts or shorts.

If she has an urge, she must do it.

Very affectionate when you're close to her, she even gives platonic kisses (not on the lips)

Often wears her black face mask (so if ever you want her to kiss you on the lips, expect a face mask to be the one blocking her actual lips.)

Very lazy but also hard working.

Don't scold her for laying down and doing nothing, she's recharging her social battery.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨"

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐬

The longer the fight goes on, the more the monsters attack them. Prim is slowly getting a hang of her ability, yet she feels something wrong whenever she uses it. Kaeya and Diluc are the offense, protecting her every weak spot while she covers theirs.

It was like a dance only the three of them could perform, no one can ever attempt to recreate it the way the three of them could.

How every strike, dodge and block could only resemble a dance. How even Pyro and Cryo seem to fit the other so well, how it's like they both could fuse and create a beautiful scene.

How Prim's every summon of her ability, how every step and move she makes could easily cover their weak spots. How she somehow completed the dance, how it seems like a dance that'll never end.

"Well that's a job well done"

Kaeya says as they finish wiping out the monsters for the night, unsheathing his sword as he then looks at Prim. Seeing her gently hold her hands together as it starts to shake.

I must've used too much

She keeps quiet as she tries to ignore the pain of her shaking hands, Diluc checks if there's anyone preparing to attack them with their guard down as he then notices Prim's shaking hands.

He then remembered a prophecy from the Cathedral, one that no one could ever forget nor even miss a single detail from the book in the library.

'The Creator preferred peace over war, she hated the fact there will be sides chosen. Battling one another and hurting everyone in the process, leaving nothing but trauma in their heads as they never try to heal it. How they ignore their pain as they strive for non-existent victory. Her abilities are strong, but she never had the thought of using it against anyone. Afraid that she could hurt someone in the process, ruin their lives and she'd blame herself for hurting the beautiful creation.'

Prim feels hands hold over her shaking hands, it was Diluc and Kaeya. One is looking at her with a worried glance while the other softly smiles at her.

"Let's get you back inside, Your Grace"

They softly say in unison, Prim's hands are holding Diluc and Kaeya's. She walks in the middle as they peacefully walk back to Dawn Winery, her hands are still shaking, but with the help of their visions. It somehow eases a bit of the pain.

The walk was silent, yet none of them mind it. The soft breeze of the wind, the moon shining upon them and the peace of the night is enough for them to enjoy this moment together.

. . .

Somehow, the maids have noticed one thing. Their masters, Kaeya and Diluc, are always with Prim, the Creator. The three of them each have different personalities yet it feels natural, as if the Creator had always been there with them. Kaeya being the talkative smooth talker, Prim being soft spoken but will be sassy when needed while Diluc gives a few comments here and there and just listens to the conversation.

Somehow, the Winery became lively. It also warmed their hearts that Kaeya and Diluc still do banters but more of a sibling one, they can't help but thank the Creator for making them reconcile again even if Prim did nothing for that to happen.

"The Festival is in a week, is everything prepared?"

Prim softly asks as she takes a sip of her juice while Kaeya hums and Diluc quietly eats his meal.

"Yes, all that needs is for you and Venti to do some intermission practices together. A duet he says"

"I see..."

Then the conversation changes.

"You know, I heard that Master Diluc smiles more when we're here."

"Oh, quit it."

Diluc softly says but no malice is behind the tone, causing Kaeya to smile genuinely and Prim's heart feels warm. She wants to cry in happiness.

They're making up...

I'm so happy...

As the three continue to banter during breakfast, the Winery is filled with warmth and happiness. The atmosphere turns into a lively one.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧' 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰?"

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨, 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞

masterlist

Prim continues to rehearse in the room Diluc showed her earlier, struggling to find a song that could somehow fit the atmosphere and Mondstadt's vibes or agendas.

Hmm...what does Mondstadt...

She freezes as she remembers that song, it was...'her' favorite song. Prim could barely even remember anything or think of anything whenever Dandelions start playing, just remembering the girl she fell for.

"It wouldn't hurt, this could serve as my small step to closure...right?"

She hesitates as thoughts drown her once more, she closes her eyes and takes deep breaths.

"I think...I need fresh air..."

She slowly heads outside, telling one of the maids before heading somewhere in Dawn Winery. As she takes in the beautiful scenery, she slowly feels the pain leaving.

It'll continue hurting me like this until I truly get the closure...I want...

Just for me to remind myself that 'hey, you guys are friends now. No need to hold on to the past'

She hums as the breeze gently caresses her cheeks, feeling relaxed that somehow it made her calm. Grounded her more than anything and made her realize that she has to get over it somehow. After all, it's that girl's loss not hers. That girl lost someone who truly cared and dedicated themself to her despite seeing many beautiful girls and boys, Prim remained loyal and didn't care if the distance was too wide nor the wait would be longer than expected.

She sits on top of a hill nearby and hums.

"Every day we started fighting, every night we fell in love"

The pain kept clawing at her, as if telling her she deserves to feel it. She shouldn't move on from it, yet Prim ignores that and continues singing. The only way to calm her down.

"No one else could make me sadder, but no one else can lift me high above~"

She grips the clothing where her heart is, brows furrowing as the pain gets deeper and deeper. She had to let it out her chest, she's tired of crying. Tired of feeling like she should cry when no tears could ever come out. One where only a song could heal her a little, save her a little...a habit she used to have and escape reality's cruel reminders.

"I don't know what I was doing...when suddenly we fell apart~"

Back to December but I'd go back to November back when we were alright...

We fell in love in October...more like we fell apart in November...

Bound to falling apart...

Prim pushes those thoughts away and sings her heart out, only softly. It'd be rude to wake some people up at night just cause she's in pain.

"Nowadays, I cannot find her...but when we do, we'll get a brand new start..."

If you find her then what?

Will you let your walls fall apart again?

Will you let yourself be hurt again?

How many times do you have to do this to yourself?

You can't change the past, you never could

Enjoy this moment than hurting yourself over it

Heal yourself

Whether your walls fall or not, never expect anything from people

That way, you wouldn't be as hurt as much anymore

You're used to always being left alone, aren't you?

She grits her teeth as the voice comes back.

"I'm in love with a fairytale, even though it hurts..."

She couldn't feel anything that could make her cry, she feels like she should but she couldn't. No tears could come out anymore, as if what remained was an empty shell back to discarding her emotions and feelings.

"I don't care if I lose my mind, I'm already cursed..."

She opens her eyes to see crystal flies surrounding her, wanting to comfort her as it seems they feel what she feels. Prim chuckles and gently touches one, closing her eyes with a smile on her face.

"Thank you, lovelies..."

She mumbles before watching them fly away, she lays on the grass and watches the moon. One of her favorite activities during childhood, back when she was always bored in night and couldn't sleep. Her father would take her outside and they'd watch the moon together, he'd tell her stories and they'd wait for a shooting star to make wishes, how innocent and naive she was. Which Prim later found out the 'shooting star' is just a meteor or meteorite in Science Class.

"The Moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

She blurts out and sighs, enjoying the cold breeze of the night and peaceful view.

"It is"

She looks at the side to see Diluc, wearing a cloak and is holding his claymore before making it disappear.

Ah, just like in game, huh?

Yet I'm quite disappointed in that response...

He just stands there, watching her look at him before looking at the moon.

"The sun watches everyone yet the moon keeps our secrets, amazing, right?"

She says, clearly didn't mind him just watching her. She pats the unoccupied grass and he sits there, just looking at the beautiful night sky.

"It's dangerous out here, Your Grace"

He says, trying to persuade Prim into getting back inside. She didn't listen though.

"I can't always be trapped inside forever, Diluc. It feels like I'm back to being a perfect puppet"

He didn't quite catch the last one yet he couldn't help but feel peaceful for once, maybe it was the atmosphere or Prim's doing...maybe the place and the moon did make it seem like that.

No words were spoken the rest of the night as the peaceful atmosphere lasts before the two went back inside.

Somehow, that small interaction seemed to comfort the two at the quiet dark night.

Until they hear monsters lurking around the forest, Diluc immediately summons his claymore and goes infront of Prim.

"Get inside, Your Grace. It is dangerous for you to be out here"

Prim sighs.

"I understand you're worried for my safety, Diluc dear but I must remind you that I am not called the 'Divine One' for nothing"

She says as she feels an attack happen from behind, she quickly puts a hand out and all of a sudden dark vines come out of her palm and trap the 'monster' caged in her dark vines.

These...aren't vines...

As more monsters seem to attack, Prim holds her hand out in shock and summons a lightning in panic.

Diluc hears the clap of thunder as he fights the monsters away, they are a bit far from the Winery so the Winery is safe.

"Your Grace, was that you?"

"I-I think so..."

Prim's heart started beating harshly, she couldn't breathe as her hands started to shake. She first released those 'dark vines' before summoning thunder, heck, she isn't even Raiden Ei to do that.

"Eyes on the battle, My Lady"

Kaeya says as he joins the fight.

"We can talk about your abilities that aren't said in the prophecy later, for now, let's focus on this lovely battle"

Diluc groans at Kaeya's way of smooth talking, Kaeya and Diluc lends their hand out to Prim who looks at them in fear.

"Shall we three dance, Your Grace?"

They ask in unison as Prim hesitantly holds their gloved hand.

"We shall"

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?"

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

masterlist

Prim settles in the room Adelinde had told her to stay in for the meantime, the room isn't too bright nor too dark yet despite being just in a room alone. She feels lonely once again. Those thoughts that disappeared are haunting her once more, she can't stop the voices. She can't help but overthink, she's always been an overthinker.

She grips the side of her head, closing her eyes as she counts to 30 in order to calm down. Drowning out the sounds from outside and only focusing on herself.

I hope they make up again

It's not my right to make them fix it cause I said so, they need to fix that bond themselves.

She looks at the window, seeing butterflies. It broke her, she crumbles apart. Everything reminds her of that person again, she couldn't help it. She let them use her account and found out too late that person made a heart on her map just for Prim, she only found out after that talk.

"I guess even if I felt those feelings fade away, I still love you, huh?"

She chuckles as bitter tears stream down her cheeks, she doesn't wipe them and just hugs her knees.

"Mm...I wonder, did everything...feel true? The feelings...the memories...were they all real?"

Prim sighs and stares at the window once more. Realizing how hopeless it is.

"Your Grace?"

"Hm?"

"It's me, Diluc. Did I bother you?"

"No, is there something going on?"

"Jean had sent a letter, about a musical intermission dedicated for you. She wanted to know if you're alright with Venti, the bard, doing the intermission-"

She wipes her tears and opens the door, Diluc notices her swollen eyes but didn't say anything. Afraid he might invade her privacy.

"Venti? As in, Barbatos?"

"Yes..."

"Hm...is it alright if I do the intermission instead? Well, after me. Then Barbatos could"

"As you wish, Your Grace"

Prim smiles at Diluc.

Come to think of it, I accepted the 'Your Grace' title so easily

Well, what else can I do?

I died in the real world

She internally winces at the word 'died'. She then thinks.

"Say, where can I rehearse for the intermission?"

He leads her to a private room with a piano in the middle of it, Prim thinks that this must be a private room.

"Pardon my curiosity, is this a private room?"

"Hm? Well, a room that isn't used anymore. Do not worry, you can use this for your rehearsal"

"Are you sure? This room might be important, I can't just use this if it's important"

"It's alright. I insist, Your Grace"

"Alright. Whatever you say, Mr. Ragnvindr"

They chuckle and Diluc tells her that he'll call for her when food is ready as he leaves her in the piano room alone, Prim notices how clean and beautiful the room is. She approaches the piano and presses a key.

"Ah...I guess it wouldn't hurt to, hm?"

Her fingers, as if controlled, knew where she should place her fingers to play a key. She closes her eyes as she enjoys the melodious sound coming from the piano.

"Trying to be funny and stuck in a room..."

She feels the pain come back, yet she feels numb. Only caring of the tune coming out from the piano.

"There isn't much more to say about it..."

A song that could only express what she feels, despite being in a place filled with people. She feels alone, as if she isn't there. As if she's an empty shell.

"Can one be funny when stuck in a room? Being in, trying to get to get something out of it"

Kaeya, who happened to pass by, hears the tune and voice from outside the room. He couldn't help but eavesdrop as cliché as it is.

"Try making faces, try telling jokes, making little sounds...ugh"

He peeks a little and sees Prim, busy in her own little world as music is the only thing in her mind right now.

"I was a kid who was stuck in his room, there isn't much more to say about it"

He watched her open her eyes, eyes without shine but empty. Hollow...Hollow darkness inside it.

"When you're a kid and you're stuck in your room, you'll do any old shit to get out of it"

Prim's brows were knitted together in frustration of the swear word, Kaeya was taken aback by the swear but everyone does that, yes?

"Try making faces...try telling jokes, making little sounds..."

He felt a pull to her even more, with the way the lyrics remind him of himself. How he relates to every note spilled in the air like an admirer spilling hearts on paper to the person they caught feelings for. Yet the only difference is that it hits him hard, as if directly attacking him. Surely, that wasn't her intention?

"Well, Well...look who's inside again, went out to look for a reason to hide again"

Prim's eyes were filled with sorrow, as if she sees herself going out of the room before hiding back in again. Afraid to be vulnerable, afraid to be known. Afraid to be left alone again.

"Well, Well, buddy you found it"

The sound of keys being played got softer as her singing does as well.

"Now come out with your hands up, we've got you surrounded..."

She lets go of the keys and sighs, covering her face with her hands as she's deep in thoughts once more.

Until she hears a clap shut those voices down.

"What else can you not do?"

Kaeya says, teasing her as if. She didn't feel annoyed at all, but rather, a smile appeared and she looks at him coyly.

"Oh? Such an eavesdropper you are, Sir Alberich"

"A melodious tune and voice can't help but make me stay, like a siren calling out to a pirate and enchanting him with her voice"

"How poetic"

Kaeya enters the room and closes the door, approaching Prim who remains seated.

"I heard from Master Diluc that you'll be doing the first intermission"

"Hm, I volunteered. It was something I used to do back in...back before I descended"

But when I had the time to do it recently, things happened

Prim ignores those bitter thoughts.

"Then will you be performing that song?"

"Of course not, who would want to hear such sorrowful song being sung in a joyous festival?"

Kaeya tilts his head as he watches her look at him with nothing but happiness and warmth, with a little bit of playfulness.

"Care to play me another song?"

"Your wish is my command. What shall I play for you, dear sir?"

"Whatever you prefer"

He takes a seat beside her as she thinks of a song, Klee and Albedo walks in.

"Apologies for the intrusion, Klee was too excited to play with you"

"That's alright, Albedo. How are the preparations?"

"They're doing well, as for your intermission. I am tasked to have the program prepared and sequenced for us to follow"

"I see, what has been decided?"

"A speech, activities for children, intermission and the feast"

"Hm, easy to say but hard to follow"

"Seems like you're well aware of these kind of programs, Your Grace"

"Ah, yes. I've been in charge of it before, always strict to the schedule"

Klee converses with Prim who's happy to indulge the little elf, Kaeya and Albedo watch them with a smile before turning to each other.

"So, what did Lisa say?"

"She said that you and he are her escorts, we also contacted the Traveller who is upon arrival tomorrow"

"I'll be guiding the Traveller tomorrow then"

"Noted - Klee, how about you draw a portrait for her excellency? I'm sure she would appreciate that"

"Okay!"

Klee sits on the floor and pulls out the paper and crayons she has prepared before doodling as her imagination helps her draw what she wants to portray, Albedo then looks at Prim who chuckles at Klee's adorable actions.

"What kind of song will you be singing in the festival?"

"Hm...hard to decide..."

This is different from most intermissions I'm used to

"Then we shall give you time since the festival is weeks away, we'll be taking our leave. Klee, let's go"

Klee hands Prim the drawing she was focused on earlier before they bid their farewells.

Prim then excuses herself to head to her room, Kaeya thought she was just tired.

She went through her bag and noticed her cellphone, earphones and other important items in there.

She then saw the status and it hit her again, the pain. Yet it isn't pain, but rather...an unknown feeling.

Is it cause...she seems so happy without me?

Come on, Prim. Don't be desperate.

Shouldn't you get used to being thrown away?

Get used to it, people will always leave you.

They promise not to yet they do.

Humans tend to make promises they can't keep after all, shouldn't you learn by now?

"No, stop it. Quiet, you don't know anything..."

She hits the sides of her head as she feels her tears be formed again.

"You don't know anything..."

She sniffles, her heart feeling heavy.

I said I wouldn't cry but I did

Why do I feel so empty even when I'm crying?

I'm sad that she seems to be happy without me but...why should I feel so bothered by it when I could be happy as well?

Does she want to be strangers?

How I dedicated a playlist just for her...

How she grounds me, calms me down

She then feels arms wrap around her, she instantly looks up.

"Kaeya...?"

He looks at her, eyes worried as he still remains a smile on his face.

"You shouldn't hit yourself"

He says, his voice is soft. As if afraid he'll scare her and she'll run away.

I may not know what's the reason why she carries such sorrowful aura.

I just can't stand still knowing she's hurt.

And I feel it too...

"Can you take deep breaths for me?"

He softly asks, caressing her hair as her hands are shaking.

"Let's count to ten, shall we?"

She nods, suppressing a whimper as something inside her claws her painfully. As if her throat was being scratched or her chest being stabbed, she struggled to breathe.

"One...Inhale"

She takes a deep breath, Kaeya gently holds her small frame.

"Exhale...two"

As they go on about it, she slowly calmed down. Suddenly tired from all the crying.

"Kaeya?"

"Hm?"

"Sorry for letting you see me like this"

She whispers as she tiredly wipes the dried tears.

"Everyone has their flaws, Your Grace. You don't need to always keep an image that you'll struggle with"

"It's not that...Façades are what I'm used to. It's just...there's...pain"

So it is what I feel as well...

What she feels, I feel?

"Maybe I'll heal from it which I hope I will...I can always see it as a happy memory from when I was...naive"

She mutters the last part, Kaeya didn't pry on it. Maybe it's a personal matter, it's her decision to open up to him anyway.

Though it feels like we're both used to keeping our guard up around others

"Thank you for...comforting me, Kaeya"

Prim feels the sentimental warmth again, she's always embarrassed whenever people witnessed her...unsightly side and would be embarrassed whenever she thanks them.

People would often leave after seeing who you are, that's what scares her. So she's back to keeping her guard up again, to lock her heart up until it heals. Until she heals.

"If you ever need anyone, I'm always here to listen"

He says, feeling a sense of...relate out of nowhere.

"You know, Kaeya. I'm glad you're here"

Prim looks at him with a bright smile, though she was crying earlier. It seemed like she cheered up, the heavy feeling long gone and is replaced with happiness.

He felt the warmth once again, how when she's happy, he feels himself being happy too. As if her presence alone gives him a strong pull towards her.

"I'm glad I found you as well, Your Grace"

Maybe this time...he'd let himself feel happiness, just this time.

Kaeya Alberich

Friendship Level: 10

Mood: Happy

Prim feels happy, so...happy.

It feels like the burden from earlier disappeared. Maybe it'll come back, maybe it won't.

I hope this moment will be a happy memory for you, Kaeya Alberich

I hope I can be of help to you the way you saved me

shin here! Sorry if it's angst with comfort at the end, I'm still trying to express the pain in writing. Though it doesn't affect me as much, I just hope somehow...this could also help others who want to heal and escape the pain they're going through. Really sorry if they're ooc, still trying to grasp the character's personalities.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

"ꜱᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ, ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴏɴ..."

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Prim wakes up as the sun attempts to blind her eyes, she noticed herself laying on the grass while she still feels that emptiness trying to claw her back to the dark thoughts in her mind.

Atleast I touched some grass

Prim checks her surroundings, it looked familiar - was she dreaming? Hopefully not, she just changed the time to 00:00 as what the quest had stated before being blinded by her screen which was funny. Considering she wasn't even at the blinding loading screen whenever you load the game.

"Hm, did I manage to be isekai'd at the worst time possible? Yes"

She says, clearly not giving a fuck as she may have realized she probably died in the real world.

Yet my friends were planning on cheering me up, then I died. They'd think I committed suicide over that.

Prim sighs and gets up, noticing herself wearing her supposed-to-be outside outfit.

Hm, how wonderful.

She sets her eyes on Mondstadt and sighs.

If this were those Impostor AU, my combat alone won't save myself. Nor should I know if I'm even in that AU

She pulls out her pocket knife in her shoulder bag, as she attempts to make a little cut in her finger.

If I bleed gold, then I'd know if I truly am in those SAGAU's I've read.

She gives herself a little cut, wincing a little before seeing it drip gold.

Huh, nice drip—

Does this mean I can sell my blood?

If I sell it, do I die from blood loss?

Prim licks the blood off and tastes gold at some point gave up trying to know what it tastes like after tasting it and hides her pocket knife, cleaning the wound and placing a band aid on it before heading to Mondstadt.

She hums a familiar tune as the emptiness comes back as she remembers the message she last saw before her 'death'.

"Maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much"

Though the lyrics her lips slip out hurt, it's the only way for her to express her pain. She couldn't cry, there weren't any tears nor deep sadness making her feel like crying.

Maybe it was a time where they just needed someone but feelings got involved. A right person, wrong time? Or simply fate's way of telling her that maybe this is her lesson in love, maybe she needs to heal and know.

Yet I hope we can be friends just like when we were younger before the feelings happened.

"But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up"

It truly was a masterpiece even if feelings got involved and they slowly fell out of love and realized that maybe, it was just a moment of needing someone to understand and lean onto. Quarantine surely had us feel those feelings we call 'Love'.

"Running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well~"

She stops as she finally reaches the bridge.

If anyone were to tell me that I look like the creator or I'm an impostor, what do I do?

She sighs, touching her cheek before realizing she has a face mask on.

Do they even have COVID here-

She shakes her head and heads to Mondstadt, waving at Timmie who's with his pigeon friends as father left (?) who went out to get milk but never came back before bowing to the guards.

She's used to being told to be friendly, proper and gentle. It's what they always teach her or better yet, force her to do. Always needing to be lady-like.

She hears the whispers of the citizens but paid no mind, after all, gossips are also a thing in the real world. What's the difference in that?

You don't care about any gossip, it just drains you. Heck, people drain you. Crowds, emotions, energies. Everything drains you.

Yet she was your safe haven, one you can lean to and one you truly loved and treasured. Yet fate had told you that the feelings are fading, it's okay to just be friends.

Does she even want to be just friends?

Oh, but she's also the reason why you chose to shut those emotions which comes to the conclusion why you're losing emotions now, why you feel like pre-quarantine self all over again.

Prim shakes the voice in her head and those thoughts before getting pulled into Angel's Share. If she remembers correctly, Diluc owns this place.

A hand covers her mouth, she feels a breath tickle her ear.

Am I getting harassed-?!

"My, my. You descended to Teyvat and you didn't wait until I can find you, Your Grace"

I know that smooth talker

She tilts her head and looks up to see Kaeya Alberich, her first Genshin Crush and her main that she still tries to farm for a proper build.

"Kaeya?"

He smiles.

"Welcome to Teyvat"

Oh, she feels her heartbeat increase. No, it's not falling in love, she feels overwhelmed. She wants to breakdown. All the things she couldn't feel in the real world, it's coming back to her.

Kaeya noticed the change of the rise and fall of her chest, how her eyes switched to panic at the same time relieved. How her hands started shaking as she falls on the floor, feeling the voices haunt her once more.

She buries her hands on her face as she feels her anxiety getting worse.

Oh, this is all real. Huh?

What happened to not feeling anything?

Why am I suddenly crying?

Am I happy?

Am I upset that I really died?

That I...left?

I left my family...my mother...

My brothers...

My grandparents...

My friends...

Her...

My responsibilities...

My baby cats and my baby dog...

She feels a body's warmth embrace her, it was Kaeya.

It's real, he's real...

She breaks down, hugging him as she grips his clothing tight. Diluc is glad he and Kaeya shooed away some people before kidnapping taking Prim here, though the red head is behind the counter as usual.

"You're really here...it's really you..."

Prim whispers as she tries to stop her tears, Kaeya felt something stir inside him. How he felt how happy and relieved she is that he's there infront of her, he hands her a handkerchief and she thanks him.

"Sorry. I didn't know you could unlock these emotions I've lost"

She chuckles as she wipes her tears, Kaeya softly smiles and helps her sit on the stool.

These stools so goddamn tall-

"Your Grace, I apologize for interrupting your interaction but would you like a drink?"

Prim turns to Diluc Ragnvindr, the Darknight hero and another one of her genshin crush. Maybe her type consists of gentlemen.

Now that I realized it, I'm surrounded by the two hot bachelors-

"Um, water is fine"

"Coming right up"

She then turns to Kaeya who's looking at her, eyes filled with warmth and adoration. Prim feels warm with that gaze.

Why do I feel so loved?

It's as if all I ever craved for in the real world is here...except these blessings and privileges are being experienced without my family who deserve to feel it as well, my friends and her as well.

Then she remembers that in some sagau, there's yanderes and cults.

Just don't be a yandere and we're fine-

"Well, shall we fix our introduction?"

Kaeya stands up from the stool and holds Prim's unoccupied hand, kneeling down and kissing the back of her hand.

"It's an honor to be blessed with your presence, Your Grace. I'm Kaeya Alberich, Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius"

Prim chuckles and tells him to stand up before she gets off the stool and bows to him in a masculine way.

"Well, Sir Alberich. It's a pleasure to meet you as well, though I am curious. How did you know it's me?"

Kaeya hums, she notices him go back to his usual antics. That sly smirk and the playful glint in his eyes, it truly is him.

"Well, keeping you company during your journey left a big impression on me. I instantly felt your warmth and was prepared to meet you, until you beat me to it"

Prim looks at him, a playful glint in her eyes appear as she's quite known to be a teaser. She, of all people back down when she could tease someone? How unsightly of her.

"Oh, but if I do remember correctly. Didn't you kidnap me here, dear sir? My, my. I didn't know the Cavalry Captain has the guts to do such act"

Instead of Prim getting flustered, it was Kaeya. He isn't used to people flirting back or teasing back at him without being snarky and mean or having bad intentions, yet he feels warmth.

Prim chuckles, feeling satisfied with what she had done to the Alberich before seeing Diluc come back with water.

"Ah, thank you"

He hands her the glass, she pulls her face mask down before drinking. Feeling the stares before putting the glass down and pulling her face mask up.

"Take a picture, it lasts longer"

She mumbles, causing the two to cough. Embarrassed that they were caught staring.

"Apologies, we didn't mean to stare"

Diluc says, covering the lower part of his face with the back of his hand, obviously flustered.

How adorable, even the Ragnvindr gets flustered

Prim hums at the sight.

"That's alright. I'd like to apologize as well for suddenly coming here even if someone kidnapped me here and making your customers wait"

"Oh, there's no need. Angel's Share is closed for today"

"What"

Prim stares at them in the eyes, Diluc looks at Kaeya who whistles.

"This Idiot man actually had the idea of shooing away my customers, but do not worry. I don't mind having you here, Your Grace"

"Oh, how you flatter me"

Prim says, clearly teasing the Ragnvindr once more.

"Well, I guess people will start to crowd the outside of this place, yes? Rumors probably spread like wildfire ever since I walked in. If you gentlemen have the time, mind accompanying this lady?"

"Absolutely, Your Grace"

She hooks her left arm with Kaeya's and her right arm to Diluc's as they leave Angel's Share and head to the knights.

"I must say, you indeed have a different taste in fashion, Your Grace"

"Why? Perhaps you have something else in mind?"

Prim teases Kaeya who gets flustered.

"That would be rude of me, Your Grace"

He mumbles. Diluc on the other hand is occupied with his thoughts.

The Grace chose me to accompany her

That's what's being repeated in his head all over. Kind of like a fanboy thought.

"Say, Mister Diluc. Are you alright with us heading to the Knights? I believe I have to speak with Miss Jean"

Prim asks, worried if he's alright since everyone's aware that he despises the knights.

"Yes, I'm alright. Wherever her grace goes, I shall follow"

"How sweet of you, Master Diluc"

Kaeya teases, causing the two to have a glaring contest.

The privilege of watching this up close like that interaction during the first golden apple archipelago is such a gift

I may have religion trauma but thank you, God or Celestia or Archons. Whatever

"Settle down, we're here"

Prim says and the two obeys, the knights bow at the sight of the Creator. Prim smiles at them and softly says 'Thank you for your hard work' even if they don't and heads inside the headquarters.

"Big Brother Kaeya!"

While searching what Klee calls Kaeya, I found in JP she calls him 'Big Brother' so I decided to do that. Yet if it's needed to be corrected, please inform me and I shall correct my mistake.

Klee, the adorable spark knight runs up to them and spots the Cavalry Captain and the Weird Grown up - Klee's words, not mine alongside someone who she feels warmth with.

"And the Weird Grown up is here as well!"

Prim and Kaeya snicker at what Klee calls Diluc by, which the red-head didn't mind.

"Hi, Klee. Just came out of solitary confinement?"

"Mhm! Who's the big sister with you?"

"Hello, it's unusual to see you two come in here together with no quarrel"

Albedo, the Chief Alchemist, approaches them before feeling a pull towards Prim, his eyes widen and he bows. Klee is confused of her brother's actions yet she proceeds to follow his actions.

The moment she saw Albedo, she was reminded of 'her' again. 'She' simps for Albedo and Prim is aware, even supporting it since Prim as well simps for fictional characters.

"Your Grace, it's truly an honor to meet you. What brings you here?"

Prim tells them to stand up and Klee looks at the lady with curiosity as she and Albedo converse.

"Oh, I just wanted to have a talk with Miss Jean. Is she busy?"

"Master Jean is in her office, can Klee come with you, Your Grace, pretty please?"

Prim feels an invisible arrow shoot through her heart as she watches Klee pull a puppy eyes look at her.

Oh, you adorable elf

"Alright, I don't think it'll hurt anyone"

"Yay! Then big brother Albedo can come too!"

Albedo panics.

"Klee-"

He then freezes as Prim chuckles.

"Of course, he can come too as well"

"Thank you, Your Excellency"

"No worries. I believe you all need to be in there too, even Mister Diluc"

- - - - - - >

Oh shit, they're pretty

Prim, currently having a bi panic, suddenly sees Jean and Lisa bow.

"Your Grace!"

She snaps out of it and tells them to stand.

"Did I interrupt something?"

Jean shakes her head.

"It's an honor to meet you, may I ask what's the sudden meeting?"

I forgot about that-

"Oh, I just wanted to know if Mondstadt's alright. There's no need for me to worry knowing its in good hands"

Jean gets flustered and Lisa finds it amusing.

Oh, the power I hold

"If you may allow, Your Grace. Shall we hold a festival for your arrival?"

Does this involve social interaction-

"If that's alright. Will the paperwork be added?"

"It's alright, Your Grace. I can handle-"

"No, let's split the paperwork. We can't have you more overworked, do we?"

Seeing you drown yourself with work reminds me of myself

- - - -

While the others are planning, Jean and Prim are still talking about the event.

Kaeya is bugging Diluc, Albedo and Lisa talking about the charities in the event.

"Thank you for letting me accompany you on your journey, Your Grace"

Prim just smiles.

"Since it's getting dark. I think it's best if you go and rest first, Your Grace."

"Don't worry, she'll be staying in the Dawn Winery"

Do I get a say in this-

"Oh, Jean. Please don't overwork yourself, okay?"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure she doesn't"

"Thank you, Lisa"

"Can we play tomorrow, Your Grace?"

"Sure, Klee"

And soon they leave to get to Dawn Winery, yes, Kaeya's there by request.

Will the brothers reconcile?

Prim wonders as they walk there, it sure is a long walk.

"Your Grace, I think I can only drop you off from there"

Kaeya says, Prim recognizes the tone and actions. It's like in the Weinlefest (if I spelled it correctly) event where he immediately tries to leave Dawn Winery cause he didn't want to make things awkward or he just...was overwhelmed with the feeling of nostalgia.

"Don't you want to stay there?"

To Prim's surprise, Diluc suggested it. Kaeya's surprised as well and the walk became quiet but not awkward, more like a comfortable silence.

"Well-"

Prim sees Dawn Winery then looks at the brothers.

I feel like they should talk this out without me

"Your Grace!"

Prim squeaks in shock and hides behind Kaeya while the maids bow.

Oh, that was just them-

Prim quickly tells them to stand up and Diluc talks to Adelinde.

"Prepare the food since her grace hasn't eaten yet"

Prim quietly slips and goes to them.

"Pardon my intrusion but Adelinde, yes? Can you, um, show me where I can stay for the meantime?"

"Oh, yes. It's an honor to have you stay here, Your Grace!"

Prim whispers to Adelinde.

"I believe the brothers have something to talk about, let's go, shall we?"

Adelinde chuckles and hooks her arm with Prim as the other maids follow them inside.

"We shall"

A bit rushed and pardon if others are ooc. Shall we wait for Chapter Two to find out if they'll reconcile or not? Why Prim is taking the Your Grace/Creator thing easily with no hesitations?

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 masterlist

"𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨?"

𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐔

'To heal, it takes time. May be soon or not, I just hope you find yourself along the way'

This masterlist will serve as the journey of Prim/Shinsuke (me) healing both through Prim's Journey in Healing and finding herself as well as Me, Shinsuke, finding writing as a way to heal myself.

As a reminder, this series may mention trauma (which I will not elaborate or else it'll take us time) and if you are sensitive to it, feel free to scroll.

By this, maybe writing and making my oc cope or deal with it in a healthy way can help me heal too. As it is truly the time for me to heal and live my life with no chains holding me back. Again, this is my way of healing, you can read this whether you want to or not. It's appreciated

WELCOME TO TEYVAT! SHALL WE START THE JOURNEY OF HEALING?

THE CREATOR

Prim

THE JOURNEY

I.

Prologue

Chapter One: Mondstadt, City of Freedom

Chapter Two: The Comfort

Chapter Three: The Darknight Hero, Fairytale

Chapter Four: Dance with the Ragbros

Chapter Five: Dandelions

Chapter Six: One Last Dance

Chapter Seven: Rizzbedo and Death Stare

Chapter Eight: I'm just human

( NEW STORY QUEST UNLOCKED‼️)

"This is the story of the Almighty Creator, a journey that even Cathedrals and History books cannot record. But beware when reading, it gets personal and it will not only feel like invasion, but it will also feel disturbing. If you wish to proceed with this lore, then you shall have fun."

Closed Walls

Closed Walls: Prologue

Closed Walls: Chapter One

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝

𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐔

"𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨?"

'To heal, it takes time. May be soon or not, I just hope you find yourself along the way'

Prologue

Prim stares at the message she woke up to, there was nothing official in the first place yet she had caught feelings along the way. The journey that they shared was sweet while it lasted, but I guess people drift apart to the point they start to realize things they usually didn't realize when they were younger.

Maybe she could play Genshin to ignore the emptiness she feels, how she feels like she went back to her pre-quarantine self who feels pain and nothing.

Or maybe, she could just try to heal and think of what she feels.

But she feels nothing, ever since things kept happening, she continued to feel nothing anymore. The emotions, they're there. Yet she comes home, feeling nothing but a void of emptiness.

She decides to play Genshin, she's trying to fix Kaeya's build anyway. Awfully regretting she didn't level up Beidou's talents yesterday as well but she decides to let it be first, she needs to focus on Kaeya for the meantime before Beidou, then Kazuha, then Xiao.

TEYVAT AWAITS YOU, CREATOR!

Wait until 00:00 (The Next Day) before heading to Mondstadt

Prim blinks, thinking of it as just a new quest as she decides to do that after finishing her comms. She needs the primogems after all.

"alright, I guess I should do that quest"

She mumbles, even if she wanted to finish her Raiden Shogun Quest where she battles La Signora or Rosalyne. Yet her characters aren't built properly yet, it's like heading straight for suicide.

It wouldn't hurt to do another quest that isn't the Raiden Shogun's, yes?

Oh, how those were her last words in the real world.

Welcome to Teyvat, Creator! Are you ready to heal and create new memories?

In this quest you wish to heal the emptiness and to gain your emotions back, Teyvat hopes that we can help you as much as you helped us. By helping Traveller find their twin without giving up despite the others not being much of help, Traveller and Paimon will help you in your journey as much as you helped them.

Will you let us help the way you help us, Your Excellency?

As the start of my first SAGAU Series, I will take this as my way of healing. Whether it helps you heal too or not, it's okay. I just want to pour my feelings out, for every pain and numbness to be written so when I look back, I can be glad that I'm still here and made my way into healing.

I know I said I'd write the upcoming chapters for "Still With You" and possibly publish the drafted series I have in mind BUT

Everyone knows SAGAU, yes?

I've read them and possibly kind of got my mind think that everytime I play Genshin, they're real sentient beings so each time they die, get hurt or if I need yo remove their artifacts to enhance the other's artifacts, I apologize to them.

I realized that in SAGAU (not the Impostor AU) it's basically like Religion with the way they worship you as "The Creator".

Most of what I write (which is ironic cause I do have plenty of drafts that I don't publish in fear people will judge me like they did back then) consists of self-indulgent or self-insert cause I can't make a character without giving them a part of me so when I write them, I can relate to them.

Which is why Y/N or x Reader is hard for me to write since I'm used to writing a personality I already know or have decided but you do you for those who write it!

So where was I?

If in SAGAU they worship you like a Religion, I just realized if I were to be in SAGAU. I'd have a hard time because I basically find it uncomfortable about Religion talks despite growing up in a household who teaches you about Religion and needing to be Pure and Clean.

If any of my OCs were to be in SAGAU as well, they wouldn't like it to be treated as Royalty. Yes, it's a dream come true to be in Genshin but all the worshipping could sometimes just turn you off.

They can worship you but not too much or just hold it in when with said OC or Creator, it sometimes gets uncomfortable but maybe that's just my perspective and opinion.

Yet I'm also itching to write SAGAU, with twin OCs. Thoughts?