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“You said to get off at the Hudson Station, right?” Your voice was relatively quiet on the phone as the train left the dark tunnel and made its way to the platforms.
“Yeah, there's a ramen place across, you won't miss it. We can try the new-”
“Uncle Xavierrr!”
You lean on the train window with a hand stifling your laugh. Frank, for someone his age, sure loved to bug Xavier every time he came over to babysit. Xavier once told you about Frank, a friend's son, and the kid's love-hate relationship with him.
The PA system announced the destination as the doors slid open. You followed the small crowd of passengers while still half listening to Frank's grumbling to play swords and Xavier trying to bargain with the kid with lunch first.
“White walls, slanted roof, white walls, slanted-” You scan the buildings across the street, “Aha! I see it.” Just as you were going look for the two,
“There's a cart coming from behind,” Xavier warns. You look behind and there it was, a pulley staked with bags which you stepped aside for.
“How'd you know there was a cart behind me?” You look around the station, “Can you see me?”
“No… I heard it.” He says plainly. You mentally scratch your head while trying to find him anywhere in this crowd.
“Just as I heard you too.” You heard a gentle voice from behind.
A light weight rests on the top of your head and you don't need to turn around to recognize the voice.
Instead, you welcome the smaller person who walks up beside you. Greeting Frank with a small head pat, the boy playfully swats your hand and points across the street.
“Now that we found Miss Hunter, can we please finally eat?”
Normally, you would feel a little bad, but your own luck wasn't the best for the past few days. Xavier stared at the plushies that were protected by a thin layer of glass. It made you think back to one of your earliest encounters with him as a coworker – when he detected an aether signal in one of the plushies and spent dozens and dozens of tries to get it out of the glass.
If one were to look more closely, he was looking more peeved than when you both started playing. If anyone had a Xavier encyclopedia, they would see his eyes were oozing spite; and fortunately for you, you wrote the encyclopedia.
“Do you… want me to try?” You slowly offer. Xavier shakes his head, “No, if we're going to make a plushy army to take over the world, I have to earn their respect.”
You stare at him while trying not to laugh. The deadpan determination coming from him was a harsh contrast to the pastel fluffy friends waiting in the claw machine box.
After a few more tries, Xavier manages to snag the yellow rabbit cactus – the last one missing from your shelf. The claws sunk into the base of the pot as it hovered above the prize chute.
Xavier isn't aware of it, but his concentration was completely set on the unsuspecting victim that he didn't even notice the buzz of both of your Hunter's watches.
He goes to pick up the final member to your army while you check the alerts your watch sent. The young man can't help but sigh quietly as he examines the chubby bunny, “You'll be hearing a few words from me when we get home, Sergeant.”
.
.
A week later, you spent one of your days off deep cleaning your apartment; that included a few hours of organizing your collection of mementos and plushies.
Xavier aligned the cat plushie next to the alien plushie before looking at the next one…
“Hmm, so we meet again, Sergeant…” he mumbles, quiet enough to avoid your ears. Whether playfully or not, he pinches the cactus rabbit's ears before placing it all the way to the back of the shelf.
“Someone needs a timeout and some self-reflection.”
“What was that, Hun?”
“Nothing…”
Bunnies cannot vomit.
You tried to cover your mouth with multiple tissues to muffle the sound of your coughing. Today was one of those days where you and Xavier would drive around Linkon to find new food places to try out. This one was one of many food stalls by a crowded street.
The sweet old woman selling tteokbokki offered a lot more condiments and sauces than any restaurant you've been to.
The problem was… both of you underestimated how important spice levels were and how intense the sauce was. Surely two hunters who've had their share of injuries could stand a few spicy bites of rice cakes.
As soon as you both went back inside the car with your haul of trinkets and snacks, you got hit with the taste of karma when the tteokbokki was as red as a lobster and topped with a little bit of chili powder.
You had to blink back small tears before you looked at your very silent partner. Xavier's lips were pressed hard into a line. His gaze was far away, like the disorientation of waking up from a nap.
“Xav? Uh… Hun? Are you still with us?” You nudge. He snaps out of his trance, and merely clears his throat, his lips slightly red like yours.
“Yeah, that was… unexpected…”
“Understatement much, I think I saw the first two minutes of my life flashback.” You sink further into the car seat ready to melt. “I'm surprised you're holding it together; just talking right now burns.”
Xavier covers his mouth, but doesn't give any major reactions like sniffling or coughing. You're almost insulted that you're the mess between you both. That feeling only doubles when he picks up another piece to eat.
“Maybe your tongue has gone numb…” you conclude that's probably why he can eat anything he cooks all sorts of food.
“Trust me, I feel the burn too,” he says, adding nothing else.
...
“Let's try the smoothies shall we?”
“Definite-” you cut yourself off with another round of coughs.
Bunnies are mostly active at dusk, dawn, and certain periods during the night.
You wake up to the TV turning off, and you're half aware that you're laying on the couch sharing a blanket with Xavier. Just a few hours ago, you had both been spending the Saturday night binging a thriller series.
Now, the blanket was moving to your side and the couch cushions lifted. Xavier quietly huffed at his own strange sleep schedule. Oh well, there were a few more hours until the sun was bright enough to wake you up. He could find some means of entertainment.
You jolted up from your very cozy spot when you heard the grating sound of pans and plates clashing.
Uh oh.
“X-Xav! Are you in the kitchen?” You scramble off your pillows and failing to notice how much of the blanket your boyfriend covered you in, promptly fell side-first onto the carpet.
“You should've told me you wanted to cook something-”
“But you were sleeping so peacefully and I wanted to surprise you.”
“That's really sweet but…”
Just like a comedy sketch, the sound of the fire alarm rings through the apartment.
Bunnies can be observed "chinning" or rubbing their chin on people and objects.
Typing on your laptop with one earbud in your ear, you were completely in the zone. It was a busy day at the Association; busy enough that you hadn't seen your boyfriend even in the office. You pressed your lips in a thin line, today's files were long enough that you had to take it home even after working hours.
The even and informative voice of the news anchor was playing in one ear as the door to your apartment beeped open. Xavier, having just showered at his apartment upstairs, gently closed the door and dropped his bag by the couch. You didn't even hear him enter the room when your focus was to just finish the document as early as possible.
One thing you were grateful for about Xavier, he understood how you functioned. You two were kindred introverted spirits. He made his way to your desk, making sure his steps were intentionally heavy enough for you to recognize even with your back still facing him, and leaned into your curled up form on the chair.
“Hey Hun…” you mumble when he sinks his face to the crook of your neck. Unbeknownst to you, Xavier furrowed his brows when he couldn't detect the scent of his hoodie on you. He knew why – you usually only wore it to sleep– but it annoyed him. He wore it often before lending it to you as a subtle way of scenting you. He huffed softly.
No matter, he turned to the screen you were looking at, “How much more do you have left to fill in?” He asks. “Just a few more minutes, I'm pretty sure.”
A few moments pass in silence.
You feel a weight on the top of your head. You try to tilt your head up, but Xavier's head nudges you back to your laptop. He continues to nuzzle the top of your head with his chin, no doubt ruffling your hair, but that was a small sacrifice to pay for covering you in his scent.
He continued his mission while you kept typing with a soft smile on your face.
ᴀ/ɴ: this was lowkey an excuse to play with the fonts on my keyboard, also my first time writing angst soo ( ․ ⤙ ․)
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: A captain's mission to find the two things he's held dear in these five centuries.
ᴛᴀɢs: natlan aq spoilers, established relationship, husband!thrain, wife!reader, pregnancy, angst, violence, mourning, bittersweet ending
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Before you could get a few feet away from the couch, your husband's voice was heard from behind followed by his arms wrapping around your midsection. "I told you to call me when you need anything," he mumbles through your hair.
You roll your eyes but gently place your hands over his anyway. "If I knew you would be this fussy just a few weeks in," you turn around to face him, "then I would've bought those parenting books yesterday."
"I'm just following your doctor's advice... Besides, it's only right to have manners. I imagine your situation is far from easy." Thrain coaxes you back to the couch while you place a pillow to your side.
A few weeks in and your child was already giving you small inconveniences such as joint pains and the peculiar cravings. You pull your head back to see Thrain's attire - the Khaenri'ahn uniform for knights, though he hasn't put of the sharp accessories to avoid scratching you.
"What time will your friends arrive?" He asks.
"Don't worry yourself, hun. They'll be here before lunch. But you sir, are going to be late if you keep fussing." You pull him down to plant a kiss on his nose. Thrain sighs in acceptance and kisses your forehead.
"Then I'll be home before dinner, my love. Keep safe, both of you."
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"And you're sure this won't get me in trouble with Dainsleif?" Thrain asks, though he keeps still while your hands glide over his long dark strands.
"Surely hairstyles can't violate the knightly conduct; and even if it does, you can tell him your wife was just celebrating the good news." You happily continue the 8th braid behind his ear. Thrain couldn't help but smile, both at you and about his recent promotion.
Sentinel Knight.
It was an honor, not just for his growing family but for himself. He who had his heart repaired from multiple battles and modified to absorb Ley Line memories and turn it into knowledge.
Recognition was long overdue. You and Thrain never lived the lavish life. But that never mattered. Still, his new post would demand more of his time, much to his displeasure. You were only a month into your pregnancy, yet you fully supported this new opportunity for him.
“You’ve earned this, love. Don’t go compromising your dreams for my sake. Besides, I’ll stay up as late as I can to welcome you home every night,” You had said the other day with a chuckle.
How stubborn… and how very lucky I am for that. For you. He thought to himself, recalling that day weeks ago.
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It felt as if only yesterday you looked Thrain in the eyes and told him the happiest news of his life.
It was a miracle that you managed to keep your composure long enough for the grand reveal.
He had kissed your half-asleep form that morning as he headed to the palace. It was only after he left that a wave of nausea hit you like a stampede and sent you running to the bathroom.
You stared at the mirror after emptying what was left in your system. You tuned out the running water and the roads outside, getting busier by the morning.
After all this time… Oh, he's going to love this, you thought. Your heart was pounding, partially nervous yet all the more ecstatic. After pushing the idea of children aside for years because of finances and Thrain’s new position, you both were finally stable enough to welcome a new soul to your home.
Hours later, everything was set thanks to the help of your friends and the kind old lady next door. Right on time, the door clicked open with your husband removing his armor plates as you walked in to greet him with a kiss.
“Welcome home, dearest.” You take his hand and lightly tug him towards the kitchen. Thrain only laughed beneath his breath, “A surprise? Should I be worried?”
“Hopefully not,” you giggled. Before you stood the quaint dining table, set up with his favorite foods. A beat of silence passes as Thrain eyes you suspiciously, “Beloved, I know nothing important is coming up. What brought this on?”
“You'll find out, it's nothing bad I promise. I didn't break anything if that's your concern.” You say sarcastically, guiding him to his seat.
What followed was idle talk about both of your days while your knee was bouncing under the table, silently wishing he'd finish eating faster.
“So… when will you tell me what's on your mind Y/N?” Thrain asks. That makes you perk up, always so perceptive, you thought. “Finished with dinner? I wanted to let you eat first in case the news makes you forget,” you tease. In response, your husband just sighs with a smile. “Don't keep this poor man waiting,”
You stand up, reaching into your pocket while going through the motions in your head. Going behind him, you crouch so your chin is to his shoulder as you reveal a cleanly folded paper.
Thrain takes it and begins to unfold and read it while you embrace him from behind.
Less than seconds, his eyes found the signature of the local doctor, along with her handwriting with the words:
“Diagnosis: Pregnancy in the first trimester, Recommendations: Avoid strenuous activity and follow dietary plan in the following page”
His eyes widened and he couldn't tell if his vision blurred from tears or from the pounding of his modified heart. His hand holds onto one of yours clinging to his chest. Your eyes meet and he basks in your gentle expression, before his instincts take over and he quickly stands up and encases you in his arms.
The next thing you realize, your forehead is pressed against his as he lifts you to his level, your toes barely grazing the floor.
“This… this is real?” He murmurs, kissing anywhere on your face he could reach. “Yes, dearest. I'm sure… we've waited so long,” you say through teary-eyed vision. “You have no idea… haha-... You, you are perfect. Both of you.” He says with a breathy laugh, almost
“So perfect, you have no idea. Thank you, my love.” Muffled by your hair, his voice wavers as he whispers “thank you's”, “I love you's” in between kisses with tears of joy. You can only giggle when he effortlessly sways you in his arms.
“You're going to be an amazing father, dearest.”
“And it wouldn't be possible without our little one's beautiful mother.”
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The door lock clicks open as Thrain steps into the cozy atmosphere of home. He takes off his boots before daring to go down the hallway and risk another scolding from you.
The lamps are still lit. She must have fallen asleep in the living room again, he thought. His theory was quickly proven right when he peered through the doorway and saw you settled into the couch with a blanket gifted by your relatives.
Cute... but you'll be very uncomfortable tomorrow if you stay here the whole night.
Thrain kneels to your level and kisses your cheek before effortlessly hoisting you in his arms bridal style. Just a few rooms over was your bedroom, where he was now taking you. He takes a moment to admire the growing bump on your stomach before easing you into bed.
Your face lightly scrunches at the movement as your eyes squint open. "Hmm... Dearest? Welcome home."
Thrain hushed you softly, "Yes, my loves. I'm home. No need to get up." Seeing your sleepy smile compelled him to brush away the strands of hair clinging to your face.
He starts undoing the remaining armor plates in his elbows while you fight the urge to go back to sleep. He notices this and asks, "How long were you waiting for me, Y/N?"
You give a hum before answering, "It doesn't matter…” a yawn, “I fell asleep thinking of names for them anyway."
He smiles before he can look back at you. "And have you decided on any?"
"I don't think so... Besides, I want your suggestions too."
"I do have some that we can discuss tomorrow, or rather later. It's already early the next day, my love." Thrain says, taking the spot next to you in bed with his arms engulfing you like second nature. His one hand glides under your shirt and rests on your stomach while he pulls you into this little safe haven.
"Y’know… the name also depends on if you'll be teaching our little one how to wield a sword-"
"My love, please, you need sleep."
"Just think about it, or maybe even taking them to Auntie-"
You're cut off by – of all things – your baby moving about. Thrain chuckles, "Oh look," he gently rubs your womb to ease the discomfort.
"Even our little one wants mama to rest."
"Ha... Teaming up already you two, though I can't complain. Alright... Tomorrow then, good night, dearest." You giggle.
"Mm... Sweet dreams, my loves."
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The horrors of the Khaenri'ah cataclysm resulted in unspeakable tragedies: lands and seas permanently altered, abyssal creatures set loose across Teyvat, and thousands of lives lost, unable to return home or pursue the life they could have had.
It was said that all life began with the Ley Lines and, in turn, would return to the Ley Lines at their epilogue. Souls, when departed from the mortal world, would be reborn in the new cycle — but that was only assuming the Ley Lines would open for them.
Even 500 years after Khaenri'ah's demise, because of the irreparable damage done to Natlan's Ley Lines, many of the fallen souls were left to wander, waiting for the world to forget them—nothing but ghosts that were destined to disappear.
To harbor such phantoms to one day return them home, the voices would prevent one from sleeping, and their sorrows would bleed through one's body and erode one's memory.
Though for some reason, the First Fatui Harbinger would never voice discomfort at such voices. There was always one among the cacophony of whispers that brought him comfort. He knew it all too well, because it once belonged to someone so dear to him.
"ꪑᨶꫀ᭙ꪮꪶꫀ-ꪑꫀꫝꪮ"
How long has it been? He almost couldn’t tell. But even if he lived for millions of years, he would forever know that voice, regardless of whether or not it made sense in the common language. “Yes,” he whispers to himself, or rather, to her.
“I hear you, beloved… don't worry. It’s only a matter of time.”
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No one was convinced.
It had been another day of protocols, reports, and patrols; on paper, nothing was cause for concern.
However, not a single person was convinced.
That morning, some guards on break caught wind of the Vinster king summoning Vederfolnir to the palace. At first, Thrain didn't question it. Verderfolnir was the royal Visionary; it was normal for him to be at the king's beck and call. It became odd when Vederfolnir was nowhere to be seen after he entered the throne room.
One thing was sure: Thrain couldn't deny the uncomfortable tension that grew not just within his sector, but within the entire palace.
That night, a final report was being done with Thrain's unit, when a commotion came from the palace foyer. Immediately, every guard came down to see the Twilight Sword and three other individuals trying to reach the King.
“Captain Dainsleif, what are you doing?” Thrain demands, keeping a hand to the hilt of his sword. “Thrain, step aside,” Dainsleif murmurs, “I can't have been the only one to notice, but our king has betrayed Khaenri'ah.”
One of his companions stepped forward; he seemed to be missing some limbs, replaced with prosthetics and he was streaked with scars. “He's long abandoned us to our fate. That strange power has been his only infatuation. So let him be tried by duel. I'm just itching for a fight.”
From behind Thrain, Guthred curses under his breath. “Storming the palace for an audience with the king… ridiculous.”
“Guthred…” Thrain warned. Whether or not he agreed with the Twilight Sword, he needed to understand the full picture first. He thought of Vederfolnir, how no one had seen him ever since the King had called for him. Did the King do something? Was Dainsleif there for his brother or for revenge?
Right now, I can't let either side do anything irrational, he thought. “Captain Dainsleif, I understand you must be worried and angry, but we cannot turn our blades against each other.”
Before anyone could reply, a distant boom was heard, its origin being the Universitas Magistrorum. The two other people behind Dainsleif – a well-put-together young man, and a woman with blonde hair and matching golden eyes – looked at each other. They appeared to have an idea on what was happening.
Were they a part of the Universitas? Now wasn't the time to think as more explosions originated from the Capital plaza and the other nearby towns.
“Guthred, send out the messengers to scout ahead. We leave as soon as they finish surveying the area.” Thrain orders, before another sound was heard from the Hall.
Guthred wasted no time in heading for the watch towers. Meanwhile, the ruckus down the Hall was now discernable to the knights.
Growling.
Rifthounds dashed through the Hall and into the foyer. Dainsleif cursed, taking a stance ready to attack. The golden eyed woman hums, “What's this? I thought I was rid of them. And yet…” Thrain follows her gaze to the unique purple essence that the hounds were imbued with.
He'd never seen anything like it.
“That power, it's corrosive,” warned Dainsleif. Strangely enough, his companions expressed no urgency. The hounds were quickly dealt with, but the woman examined the corrosive matter with unnerving curiosity. Meanwhile, the other man who seemed to be a member of the Universitas, watched everything wordlessly.
Dainsleif scowls and mutters under his breath, “Those explosions, these monsters… that tyrant's gone mad and done something.” Thrain nods in agreement.
“Whatever the case, our priority is the people's safety.”
With a silent understanding between the two knights, they take off running for the kingdom's center town, failing to notice that their companions Hroptatyr and Rhinedottir did not follow them.
Chaos was rampant at just about every part of Khaenria'h. The nearest town square to the palace was completely overrun with Abyssal monsters. Townspeople were trying to flee, the few animals that could survive underground were being corrupted, and the nation's soldiers were being locked in battle after battle.
Thrain weaves through the waves of monsters, creating a path for civilians to run.
Finishing off another monster, Dainsleif looked ahead as another knight was running to them.
“Halfdan…”
“Sir, the outskirts of the city are already engulfed in that abyssal abomination.”
Dainsleif curses, his eyes darting back to the palace where his brother was held. “Inform all Black Serpent Knights to protect the people of Khaenri'ah at all cost.” Halfdan nods, followed by a “Yes, Sir,”. Dainsleif turns his attention to Thrain.
“Sir Thrain, I suppose this is where we part.”
“So it is, Captain.” The two exchange a quick salute before one takes off to the city, while the other turns back to the palace.
The day felt endless, just as how the wave of monsters poured at every entrance of the city. As Thrain makes quick work of another creature thrice the size of any normal person, he could feel the ache forming in his arms. Just that moment of pause allowed one of the Abyss mages to send his helmet off his head.
I'm getting careless… Thrain thought. He took care of the small horde gathered around him and ran to an isolated alley to catch his breath.
The sounds of steel against growls were noticeably lessening, making him assume that the nearby swordsmen were also reaching their limit. That wouldn't do.
The outer divisions were gone…, Thrain thought back to Halfdan's report. Y/N…
His shared home with you rested near the trading sector not far from the city borders. He had to get to you quick.
As soon as he left the alley, an Abyssal rift opened from across the road. Trading hits with a monster partially made of smoke, all of a sudden, Thrain's vision was clouded in red. At first he thought he was critically hurt or covered in blood. But when he looked up, he saw what it was.
The sky tainted in crimson and descending from the land above, a young lady covered in black and red.
Rubble was scattered in every direction and the sounds of monsters growling and screaming echoed through the night.
Through the mayhem, Thrain had found Guthred and a handful of his comrades. He instructed them to go to different areas to rescue as many civilians as possible – leaving only him to take care of the trading sector.
Amidst the clash of weapons and war against the Abyss, a resounding boom came from the distance. Right in the direction Thrain was headed for.
The sound was enough to rattle a person's ears, but the ringing in Thrain's came from sheer horror. Regardless, he ran.
For a soldier who served a godless nation, all he could do was pray. Pray as he ran through the rubble of neighboring homes. Pray he would at least hold you one more time. Whether a deity was merciful enough to listen to a nonbeliever, it didn't matter. Desperation clawed at his lungs, infecting every shallow breath with searing dread.
Please. Please gods. Don't take her, please. Anything else, anyone else, just not my family. Just not my best friend.
If I have to abandon the pride of my nation and be a slave to the heavens, so be it.
Just let me make it to her in time.
The street that was once familiar to him as he walked home after a tiring day was gone. White dust from buildings contrasted the red that was dripping through the ruins.
There where a humble house stood, were shattered windows and that corrosive sludge staining the ground.
Just as Thrain was about to rush inside, he caught sight of a trail of blood. Originating from inside and leading off to the back of the house.
Perhaps you had managed to escape the monsters and hide, or even run into the neighbors and headed to safety.
“Y/N!” Thrain called. He was out of breath, but kept following the trail.
“My love, please it's me. It's Thrain… just make a sound so I know you're there. Please be alright.”
What felt like hours searching finally came to a stop when he caught sight of someone. Looking ahead through the low visibility, there was a person at the end of the bloody trail leaning her side against a pile of stone. Her face was covered by the same head of hair that Thrain woke up to every morning.
He approached her in seconds before his knees gave out beneath him. He managed a shaky whisper of your name before realization and horror gave way to nausea.
Your free hand – as the other barely clung to the debris – rested on your lap, limp from covering the gaping puncture made on your stomach.
“My love-” Thrain reached his hand to your face, before gathering you in his arms. “Y/N… It's me, wake up… “ An unnatural lump made its way to his throat, enhancing his panic further.
“I-It's me, Y/N, it's Thrain… I… I'm home…” A gentle palm cradled your face as its thumb brushed your cheek, reminiscent of a slow morning.
“No no no… Please don't- Don't leave me. Not like this please… Wake up! My love, please if not for me then for…” Thrain couldn't bear to look at the wound. Looking meant facing the truth – a truth he couldn't live with.
Tell me I'm home late again, tell me to sleep in the living room, tell me to sit down to braid my hair, He begged internally, shutting his eyes as he clung to your remaining warmth.
He wanted nothing more than to spend whatever left of his years here in the rubble holding what was left of his family.
It is only later, when the red sky crumbled down with the weight of an agonizing curse, that he would learn – there would be nothing that would grant him death.
Not for a very, very long time.
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The sky was once again stained crimson. A golden haired traveler ran up the broken steps of Ochkanatlan with Citlali and Paimon just behind him. The eyes in the sky ripped a tear in the carefully deceiving firmament, watching all that move below.
The pyro archon turned in Citlali's direction. The Traveler looked at her carefully – the way her face barely made a change, like she knew he and Citlali would come find her.
It was harrowing, the way Mavuika calmly explained how she made a bargain with this goddess in the sky, and how she was ready to give up her life to extend the Lord of the Night's. He bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from commenting.
“Future pyro archons will continue to seek new sources of fire. As long as Natlan's legacy endures, the Night Kingdom will survive.”
But it still changes nothing, the Traveler thought. Impulse was something he normally could push aside; his journey through Teyvat taught him to choose when to act, but this… how could he keep quiet?
“That-... that doesn't solve anything.” He interrupted. “So you offer your life to the Lord of the Night… That can only buy Natlan a few hundred years against the Abyss. And then what? It just becomes a cycle of future archons fueling the Sacred Flame just enough to survive.”
Mavuika gave him a complicated look. She looked like she wanted to argue, but it was objectively true.
The golden traveler inhaled sharply. Is this really it? As he opened his mouth to object, he felt a chill run down his spine. Similar to the eerie cold of the Chasm's plummet – only this time, it was a very real icy chill that froze the air.
Moments later, the Lord of the Night seemed to sense that same presence and hummed in acknowledgement.
“There is another who wishes to take part in the ceremony, and I cannot disregard their intentions.”
“Thank you for showing me the way.” Came a voice from behind. Paimon spun around so quickly in surprise and when the Traveler did the same, he saw Ororon and the Captain, the latter somehow looked much more imposing than all the other times they'd met.
“The Captain?!”
Mavuika's eyes widened, “The other individual you mentioned… It was him?” She asked the angel, to which she gave confirmation.
The Captain turned to them, “Mavuika, I understand how you feel, and if I were an ordinary mortal, I would have no reason to stop you.”
“But like you, I've been waiting for this day for too long, and I can offer a better solution.”
Something in the way he carried himself up until now had obscured anything that could be used to read him. It was only now that Aether observed how his steps were heavy with determination, how his manner of speech was close to bargaining, and how his tone was lethargic… and angry.
“Death is the end I have been trying to reach all along.I have come this far to use my death to open the gates of the Ley Lines to my people.”
“Your… people?” Paimon mumbled. “The ones I saw in my dream…” Aether added.
“That's right. They have been with me for the past five hundred years.” The Captain replied. He gave a curt nod and gently placed a palm to his heart.
“The people of Khaenri'ah committed grave sins, and for that, were cursed to suffer physical torment, cursed to witness the demise of everything we held dear.” He said, voice rising in emotion.
“But… most of us were innocent! Most of us knew nothing of the Five Sinners’ exploitation of Abyssal power… myself included.” The Captain lifted his gaze to the piercing stare of the sky, no doubt matching her glare with absolute hatred.
“If I sacrifice my life to the Lord of the Night, you get the death you desire. But at the same time, the curse of immortality would negate the very death you seek. Left unresolved, that paradox would uproot the natural order of this world.”
“Even you, great Ruler of Death, lack the capacity to bear the consequences of that outcome. This is my challenge to you.” He scoffed in spite.
“Forsake one of your rules, or allow me to trigger the paradox.”
Aether could only watch in disbelief as the Ruler of Death was backed into a corner by her own rules. He thought back to the malice Dainsleif held every time he mentioned the cataclysm and the gods. He couldn't help but understand the two knights.
Paimon has said something, but he didn't hear. “He didn't say it out loud, but this is about more than just the Ley Lines…” Aether said under his breath. He looked towards his other companions. Ororon, Mavuika, and Citlali all shared his melancholy.
This Khaenri'ahn soldier has been searching for death all these years, to free his people, and to reunite with those he's lost.
The Captain walked up the worn down stone steps, seemingly relieved for achieving his ultimate goal. Every step he took, a piece of his heavy burden was lifted off, finally allowing him peace.
Step. The chief of the Masters of the Night Wind who was the one who welcomed his platoon when they had lost their homeland.
Step. The Khaenri'ahn guard who had always invited him to the tavern after their shifts stood at his right.
Step. A Fatui soldier who gave his life defending a caravan during the Abyssal war in Natlan bows his head.
Step. A fellow knight, the one who was always assigned to patrol their home division, put his fist to his chest in salute, “Well fought, my lord.”
Step. Guthred. The Captain's second-in-command. The field doctor who used medicine on himself as a test subject. Thrain's best man at his wedding, who complemented the his honor with strictness.
In front of the ancient throne, Thrain met his friend's eyes and the words unsaid were shared in silence. As he lowered himself to sit on the throne for eternity, Guthred looked on in the distance and murmured, “She's waiting… Her and the little one… never stopped once in these five hundred years.”
Beneath his helmet, Thrain smiled as it finally dawned on him.
“ꪑᨶꫀ᭙ꪮꪶꫀ-ꪑꫀꫝꪮ”
His beloved's voice that has been his only remnant of her.
"᭙ꫀꪶᨶꪮꪑꫀ-ꫝꪮꪑꫀ"
“Welcome home… my dearest.”
“My Thrain…”
Ochkanatlan's throne froze over, its surroundings propagated blue and black pillars of unmelting ice, bathing the land in an eternal cold.
But the eyes covered in the helmet's darkness shed tears, as a familiar warm embrace led the man's soul home to the Ley Lines.
A few days ago, my friend and I made a tier list of the Genshin 6.5 characters' age brackets. We had a lot of laughs making it, so might as well share it here.
(IMPORTANT) I know the GI fandom is a mix of LOTS of different opinions, so I have to emphasize: These are 99% just lighthearted takes for comedic purposes. Everyone's free to have their own headcanons, don't take this too seriously.
Is it obvious that I'm trying not to get cancelled 😭
ᴀ/ɴ: I'm not an art person, I have no idea what I'm talking about ᯣ_ᯣ
SUMMARY: After realizing your friends have a bet going on about your relationship with Albedo, you both decide to entertain them so they would stop stalking you two.
ᴛᴀɢs: fluff, shared friend group, friends bet, fake dating, crack, pseudo-parenting to klee, drawing lessons, insomnia, late night confessions
ᴡᴄ: 2.3k
"See anything?" A voice asked from the tree. "Amber, we'll never catch them if you keep talking-" "Shh! You're both giving away your locations."
The ragtag team of questionable disguises made their way down the hill of Falcon Coast until they were close enough to watch their victims friends stop by the camp beside Dragonspine.
"Albedo, I know your lab is in the mountain but other than that, why do you like it here?" You ask, pulling your sleeves past your fingers as the wind blows through the frozen river.
"Dragonspine doesn't have much color, thus drawing it will test your attention to detail rather than color. If you want to learn the basics of sketching, it's important to understand shading the scene before tackling color theory," Albedo looked back at you who was still buttoning up your coat from the sudden change from Mondstadt's spring heat to Dragonspine's chill.
"We can stop here if it's too cold for you-" "No no, I'm fine. Besides, you said the winds are only this strong at the outskirts." Albedo hesitates but nods nonetheless,
"Yes, the lake should be calm this time of spring," he says, unaware of the suspicious moving bushes and pile of twigs behind a tent.
Amber's head peaked out from a bush as you and Albedo crossed the bridge. "You really think they're going all the way to the lake just to draw?" She asks mostly to herself. Eula emerges from behind a tree, plucking a twig off her hair. "Yes, Amber. I go there to train and Albedo's always loitering that area. It's not surprising he does his paintings there, let alone bring Y/N."
Someone clears their throat and the two knights look at their third accomplice.
"Oh but Eula... Why is he bringing Y/N hmm? Even Timaeus and Sucrose don't hang around him that much." Dahlia crosses his arms and looks at Eula with a raised eyebrow.
Eula rolls her eyes, "Why did I even agree to this... Is it wrong for a guy like him to have a friend?" Amber nudges her by the elbow. "She's always invited to his office-"
"The Traveler has too."
"That was for an investigation! Besides, Y/N's always sharing her lunch with him. Always."
"It's probably because he mostly eats rations when he's at Dragonspine."
"He's always covering her share at our tavern nights."
"Jean covers all of our tabs sometimes."
"Shut- both of you!" Whispers Dahlia. They all duck behind a tree when you and Albedo walk past. When you're both far enough away, Amber whispers, "I'll bet you 50 that he'll cover her drinks tonight at the get-together." The taller knight doesn't reply. Even if her colleagues were onto something, what of it? Albedo was perfectly qualified for a relationship.
Amber gasps dramatically before pointing to the bitter-cold mountain. Dahlia wastes no time before running closer to the river boardering Mondstadt's green and Dragonspine's white. "Amber- ugh... no sense of staying hidden at all".
As Eula approaches the river, she sees it: Albedo shrugging off his coat and draping it on your shoulders. They don't hear what you were saying through the cold winds, but you try to give back his coat. Albedo merely shakes his head and takes two of the canvases off your hands and urges you to follow him down the path.
Dahlia clears his throat, "I think we've seen enough, friends. Anyway, I hope you're ready to pay up Captain Eula," he smirks, to which she rolls her eyes.
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
The tavern was a meeting place that none of the knights could refuse. Even the ones with an aversion to alcohol agreed to come, though only because the weekdays gave way to weekends. Usually you would be one of the early birds to arrive, but as luck would have it, your impromptu art lesson with Albedo ended at the same time as the hangout started.
The only comfort was knowing that you weren't the only one late, evidenced by the alchemist trailing behind you.
Said alchemist was busy staring at one of the smaller canvases he was carrying. You two had spent the afternoon by the frozen lake because you asked him to teach you the basics of sketching.
You turn around to see him studying possibly your best attempt at drawing the wandering ruin guard.
"You know if you have critiques, you typically say it out loud so the artist can improve, yeah? It's written all over your face," You tease. Albedo finally looks at you,
"You misunderstand. This is quite spot on if we ignore the lack of color. Good job." He offers you a small smile as you both stop at the entrance of Angel's Share. Whether or not he was trying to be nice, he wasn't one to throw around compliments just because. Knowing he was at least genuine, it gave you a warm feeling in your chest.
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
"There they are!" Venti waved you two to their table while Kaeya was staring deep in thought at his hand of TCG cards. When he finally looks up, he gives you and Albedo a sly smile.
"Oho, it's not like either of you to show up late. I'm surprised."
"It's not like that, Kaeya. I mean Timaeus also loses track of time when he's studying." You're quick to argue, when Dahlia unapologetically slides in the conversation, coming from the table next to you with the rest of the knights.
"Now now, Captain. Maybe we can let this slide for tonight. As long as they don't make it a habit, of course," the deacon muses, earning a nudge from Venti and a laugh from Kaeya. You shake your head in mild amusement as you take a seat next to the bard.
The alchemist simply sighs as if he's heard it all before. "Ignore them, Y/N. I'll go order at the desk, I assume you'll get the usual?" He leans down to ask you quietly. You nod, "Yeah, I'll go with you-" "No, it's alright. Just keep these canvases company."
After a pat on your shoulder, he walks off, leaving the not-so-inconspicuous group sharing knowing looks. You sort out the illustrations for the time being before Venti points at an unfinished one.
"You didn't finish this one, Y/N. Was that when you realized the time?" You lightheartedly brush him off, when Kaeya butts in, "I know that silhouette anywhere. Were you attempting a candid illustration of him, Miss Artiste?"
You clear your throat a little too much to ignore the burning in your cheeks. "That's practice, Kaeya. That's all..." you say, which was followed by a playful hum from Amber.
Fortunately, Albedo returns quick enough which was enough to merit a change in conversation. You thank whatever god that wasn't present in the room, as the bottles were passed around and your friends unwind from the long week.
"Alright... And Lisa's share should be 120. That should be all, correct?" Jean asks, looking up from reading the receipt. The librarian yawns but obliges, handing over a pouch of Mora for her meal. You dig through your bag for your own share before Albedo rests a hand on your shoulder.
"No need, Y/N. I'll cover ours tonight." You shake your head fondly, "That's the third time in a row, what's your reasoning this time?" Your friend gives a soft huff as a laugh before answering, "Well, you covered the cost of-"
"What did I say!" Amber suddenly shouts in triumph and jumps from her seat, startling the whole tavern, minus a particular tipsy bard.
Eula in turn just groans and Dahlia giggles, already handing the outrider a handful of Mora. You tilt your head at the three, "What was that about?"
"I suppose it's no harm telling you now that it's done. Amber made a bet on whether Albedo would cover your tab. I had no hand in this, may I add," said Eula. You slowly nod, finding the whole ordeal bizarre. Since when did they make bets like that?
Lisa chuckles along and adds, "So our old wager still holds water, I see." Jean, ever the responsible woman, waves them off lightheartedly but Lisa's comment catches Albedo's attention.
"Old wager? Just how many bets have you made?" He asks. It was then that Amber finally sits back down with a flushed expression, "Well uh..." a pause, "There goes the secrecy. We have a old running bet that you two were definitely dating." You could feel the moment dots connected and why you felt eyes on you earlier that day.
Since when???
You try a quick glance at Albedo. Was he also flushed or was it your own heated cheeks clouding your judgement? "How long have you all been in on this-" "Don't rope me in with them, Y/N. I assure you I respect your and Albedo's privacy." Eula says, which barely helps. She sounds like a parent trying to mitigate a child's meltdown.
"T-that's-" just as the chatter grows louder, you make eye contact with your alleged partner. You've know each other long enough, been in enough situations that called for unspoken messages. You know that special glint in his eye.
Let's let them have their fun.
Why not? It was a harmless bet, and he seemed confident that he could get them off his and your business. Albedo clears his throat, "I suppose we have nothing to hide. Yes. Y/N and I have been seeing each other." You nod in agreement.
"Yeah, so you guys can drop whatever bets you've apparently made for months on end."
.
.
.
You would think having paid for the meals and having idle conversation would indicate that your friends were mellowed out. Charles was definitely owed an apology for the sudden outburst of screaming and laughing coming from the two tables of knights.
"WHAT!"
"For how long??"
"So it's Albedo that spills the beans? Now that's unexpected."
"Aww, my well wishes to you both."
"What- I mean- ahem. Yes, well wishes to you both. Although now the whole team is going to be talking about nothing but gossip... "
Jean, who you thought was the type to not indulge in idle gossip, begrudgingly handed a few dozen Mora to a very pleased deacon. You caught the way Venti just smiled calmly unlike the rest of them, as if he knew from the beginning. Amber had bet on you two keeping it a secret for longer, so she handed 20 to Lisa.
That went well, you thought. At least this should be the end of those ridiculous speculations.
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
Making your way back to headquarters was easy enough, dragging a few tipsy friends was another thing. After dropping them off, you make your way to your own room. For whatever reason, the night left a tingle in your heart.
Why was that?
You were just entertaining your peers' bet. Only, the idea of seeing Albedo romantically was an old and abandoned thought from long ago, you had decided. He was only interested in few things, and he didn't express any interest in intimacy.
The silence of your room only made the crisis worse. So what if you had a crush on Albedo? You were already one of his closest friends, it was enough. You didn't need your alcohol-muddled mind keeping you awake, not with the subtle signs of a hangover showing itself.
Might as well drink some water or whip up something quick, you think as you make your way to the headquarters kitchen.
Much to your surprise, you find the very person who was the cause of your insomnia. "Albedo? You're still up?" You ask, opening an insulated box for water. Albedo turns to you and gives a hum.
"So are you. I'm guessing we both couldn't sleep," he contemplates for a moment, "Do you want to make something to eat? It will help, if you're still inebriated." You take him up on his offer, placing a pan on the stove while he finds something to light it.
Together, two simple Fisherman's Toasts are made. He sits with you deep in thought.
"So-"
"About-"
You laugh first, turning your head to the side not seeing the way Albedo's gaze softened and his face forming a gentle smile.
"Y/N, I hope tonight didn't make things awkward between us."
There's a short pause before you take one of his hands resting on the table.
"No, of course not. If you want, we can clear up the misunderstanding to them tomorrow morning-" Before you could finish, Albedo sets down his toast.
Weird, you think, it's not like him to avoid your gaze. If you'd looked closer, you would see the unusually intense way he was staring at the plate or the pink lightly dusting his normally pale ears. "Albedo...?" He clears his throat in response.
"Uh-... Y/N. If I can be honest for a little longer..." He finally meets your eyes. Speaking of eyes,
His was locked on yours as if you had the answer for existence itself. "I want to keep up this act with you. In fact... I want this act to be real." He says slowly.
You open your mouth to answer, but you find yourself at a loss for words. The warm sensation of your insides was dizzying, until it occured to you that you haven't said anything yet.
"Ah, my apologies. That must have been too sudden, please forget I eve-"
"No! I mean- you- I agree. I want to be what we pretend to be, Albedo. I want this to be real. Because... I really like you." There's a screech of a chair moving as he makes his way around the table to you.
"Then perhaps we can start things how it should've. Y/N, will you allow me to court you?" He asks, tenderly holding your hand.
In the moonlit kitchen at heaven knows what hour inside the Knights HQ, you find it cute to think your journey with him starts here.
"Yes."
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
By Jean's request, you've spent most of your day with Klee. Unfortunately for the Acting Grandmaster, you've been letting the little girl enjoy her fish blasting (with your supervision of course). You sat at a nearby rock with a notebook your boyfriend had given you. Foot steps on grass alerted you of said boyfriend's presence.
"You two might catch enough to supply Good Hunter at this rate." Albedo makes himself comfortable next to you.
Klee's face light up and proudly presents her haul. "Mister Albedo! Look, I made a Jumpty Dumpty that's more quiet in the water." She rambles on while Albedo entertains her with questions.
"Look, there's a super big fish over there! Miss Y/N can you carry Jumpty Dumpty?"
You chuckle and oblige. As you and Klee move to the other side of the lake for a better aim, Albedo glances at the open notebook you left by him. It was a rough draft of Klee lifting a smaller fish from the water in victory. He smiles and flips to a previous page.
It was a portrait of him gazing down at the Dragonspine scenery, pencil in hand. On the corner were small doodles of hearts and Fisherman's Toasts. His fingers affectionately trace the lines you've drawn. He wants to laugh looking back at a few days ago. What started as a 50 Mora bet between the other knights made him realize how much he values you - and he couldn't be more thankful for that.
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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You can ignore many things. After all, when a clock and string has been with you your whole life, you learn to tune them out of your sights. That is until you're told to perform tonight as a ringleader.
ᴛᴀɢs: first meeting, introvert x extrovert, red string au, soulmate clock au, circus au, stage chemistry, really short and rushed ᯣ_ᯣ
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00:30:00
You would have backed out and stayed with the logistics crew if you had the choice. Just hearing the audience through the curtains was overstimulating. You weren't built for publicity anyway, much like your panic buddy Freminet, who was double checking the pyrotechnics off to the side.
It was just a favor, you tell yourself. Lynette informed you that the infamous showman was supposedly part of the acrobats tonight, so someone had to switch in as the substitute ringleader. As a close friend of hers, she was maybe a bit too quick to recommend you for that role.
A little bit of nepotism there, but sure. You could put on an act no problem and do the opening song.
You make your way to the side of the stage, passing by Lynette who was rewrapping the ribbons to her wrist. She gave you a nod, which was basically a wave in her book.
To the side, there was a staircase of wood that led to a high vantage point. Your entrance was simple but effective: wait at the high platform until the aerial acrobats begin their segment. One will swing by your platform, carry you through the air and guide you down to the center stage.
00:15:00
You fiddle with the frills and ruffles of your attire. It was very reminiscent of Lady Furina's acting prime before she settled as an infamous movie director.
I really should have asked her for some pointers, you thought. Paired with her trio of troublemakers, the stage was naturally hers without even trying. "Y/N, you're cue in 15," called an organizer.
00:05:00
It was show time. Making your way up to your platform, you get a side view of the aerial performers. You normally stay with Freminet as a logistics crew member; not that you were bad at performing, you just enjoyed his company and the easy atmosphere compared to bombastic cheers and lights.
Typically, you only see Lynette do her stunts at rehearsals. It's definitely a sight to see paired with her satin blue costume and crystal-like makeup. She made gravity look trivial as she pulls herself through and around silver hoops.
00:00:10
The backstage crew was going in circles, double checking and triple checking the animals and dancers that would follow after your entrance. You take a deep breath and adjust your hat.
00:00:09
You feel the inside of your wrist turn warm, but you chalk it up to just your sleeves.
00:00:08
Lynette circles the stage from her hoop. That's the cue for her other gymnast to swing by your platform.
00:00:07
From what you were told at rehearsals, the other gymnast would be Lynette's twin brother. She had reassured you he would be capable of carrying you in the air even if he didn't attend practices.
00:00:06
There's no doubt about it, your wrist was definitely turning warmer. It wouldn't be a hindrance, but it did mess with your nerves.
00:00:05
One tip Charolette gave you in situations of panic was to focus on the little quirks of the audience.
00:00:04
A feather on a lady's hair, a subtle lipstick stain on a gentleman's collar.
00:00:03
You spot Miss Navia in the crowd holding a few firecrackers for the post-show fireworks.
00:00:02
You catch a glimpse of the ash blond hair of Lynette's brother. He flew by with perfect grace. If you didn't know your friend, the only indicator of their identities would be the colors of their costumes. Instead of Lynette's signature turquoise, this one had a dark but eccentric red accenting his form. The applause that followed him solidified that he was a main attraction.
00:00:01
Save from the buzzing of your wrist, the pinky you trained yourself to ignore started to burn.
Panic.
That was what you felt. You gave up on that cursed string when a younger version of you realized that the other end could possibly be thousands of miles away, after all there was no guarantee to meet them in a lifetime.
If the day comes when they cross paths with me, I'll be happy. Until then, all I can do is carry on and wait.
Why would it act up now of all times?
00:00:00
Fate may as well have been the one to push you, as your pinky tied to a string only you saw suddenly yanked you to the edge of the platform just when the young artiste landed on your platform to collect you.
It felt ridiculously cliche. The warm buzz on your wrist disappeared and your pinky touched his before either of you could do anything. That single second held a thousand words, but both of you were speechless.
Lyney, as Lynette had said, was almost always in some sort of entertainer mode. He always had a deck of cards on his person, ready for a quick trick. Though now as his eyes widened and ears turned pink from both proximity and the events that just took place, he was lost.
Sure the whole idea of soulmates and tying his fate with another's was romantic, but he had nothing all those years ago. It wasn't until he and Lynette found a stable life in the circus that he rekindled that hope of finding you, and archons it was worth the wait.
"Uh-.. Hey there," you managed to utter, not without an embarrassing voice crack. All he could manage was a mix between a gasp and a sigh. What that meant, you didn't know; shock, surprise, shyness, it was anyone's guess.
He continued to take you in for a few more seconds until the music on stage caught up to him. For once, he didn't want the show to go on. How poetic it was to meet his soulmate the night he wasn't in the spotlight.
No matter, he thought. He didn't become a performer without good acting skills. He can wait, and he has waited - for years. He could talk to you for as long as possible after the show, and boy will he. For now, he cleared his throat and offered you a bow followed by a playful smile. "Well, miss showgirl, we don't wanna keep them waiting. Shall we?"
Whether or not he could see your blush, you played it off and curled your hand around his - the same one that had both your strings attached. He led you to where his silver hoop was leaning. His free hand held your shoulder as he leaned in to whisper, "Sit tight. Don't worry, I won't let you fall just after finally meeting you."
Oh, he's remarkably cheesy when he wants to be.
What was supposed to be a quick airborne trick felt like a slow motion scene from a movie with a certain someone you've quite literally waited for your whole life. You try to sneak glances at him while the darker areas of the stage masked your presence before the reveal.
He catches your gaze and just gives a carefree chuckle. "You know, I'm used to people staring but I will say..." He levels to your ear, "I think I like your eyes on me more. It's much prettier". He'd remember that look for all time: your lips suppressing a flustered smile, your cheeks more colored and emphasized by your makeup, and the way you looked at him.
How cute. Maybe...
He leans in close to your ear again just before he's supposed to swing you to the center stage. "Maybe save me a date after the show?" He's all too excited when you look back at him, mirroring his mischief. "Alright, and maybe save me an act beside you next show?"
And just like that, you've stepped onto the sand pit with the first notes of the opening song.
He wasn't all too familiar with the divine, but he was thankful for them anyway for sending one of their own as his life partner.
SUMMARY: In which Iudex Neuvillette suspects his wife is hiding a fluffy secret.
ɴᴇxᴛ sʜᴏᴡ? - Lyney x reader
SUMMARY: You can ignore many things. After all, when a clock and string has been with you your whole life, you learn to tune them out of your sights. That is until you're told to perform tonight as a ringleader.
50 ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ - Albedo x reader
SUMMARY: After realizing your friends have a bet going on about your relationship with Albedo, you both decide to entertain them so they would stop stalking you two.
ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ - Capitano x reader
SUMMARY: A captain's challenge to Death. A sacrifice to counteract his curse of immortality. A mission to find the two things he's held dear in these five centuries.
ᥣіᥒk᥆ᥒ mᥲs𝗍ᥱrᥣіs𝗍 (ᥣ᥆᥎ᥱ & ძᥱᥱ⍴s⍴ᥲᥴᥱ)
sᴏ ʜᴇ's ᴀ ʙᴜɴɴʏ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴɪғɪᴇᴅ - Xavier x reader
Five fun facts about bunnies that Xavier subconsciously follows
һ᥆gᥕᥲr𝗍s mᥲs𝗍ᥱrᥣіs𝗍 (һᥲrrᥡ ⍴᥆𝗍𝗍ᥱr)
ɪ'ᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ - Harry x reader
SUMMARY: Even in the saftey of Shell Cottage, Harry's restless; the heist tomorrow at Gringgotts, finding four more horcruxes, and all those who were lost, it's too much to think about. Luckily, the quiet beach is the perfect chance to help him have a little fun for a change.
sʜɪɴʏ sᴇᴀʟ - Remus x reader
SUMMARY: Remus's first (unofficial) job as a prefect was to figure out why his penpal and crush was running herself silly trying to catch... What is that anyway?
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ᴀ/ɴ: this was kinda rushed, not my best. also yes narnia reference title
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: In which Iudex Neuvillette suspects his wife is hiding a fluffy secret
ᴛᴀɢs: domestic fluff, pets, mentions of loss, goodbyes, bittersweet to sweet, girldad neuvi, fur parents
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The air was cold when Neuvillette finally left the opera house. Today was a long day for him, more so than usual. It was sad enough that crimes were done frequently enough to keep his desk full, but he had already wasted an extra five hours on overtime when he could’ve returned home just as his draconic instincts wanted.
He was at least grateful that Sedene was still at the counter when he returned to the Palais. The melusine skipped ahead of Neuvillette as though the day had yet to tire her. The latter on the other hand, took in the peace that came with the late hour.
He was already anticipating what awaited him back at home: a particular bundle of blankets curled up on the couch with a vinyl still left playing, or the aforementioned bundle of blankets still very much awake and waiting to give him a cozy welcome.
"This is my stop, Monsieur Neuvillette," Sedene said, unknowingly pausing the gentleman's train of thought. They had arrived at the center fountain of the city.
"Ah, yes. Thank you for your assistance today, Sedene. Please, get home safe," Neuvillette knelt down to her level to give her a reassuring pat. She waved goodbye as she made her way home.
The door opened, and a new silence greeted Neuvillette - the type he was comfortable with, thanks to your presence in the house. The couch was empty, already ruling out his previous assumption.
"I'm home, my love," he calls out, soft enough not to disturb you if you happen to be asleep. Instead of a reply, he hears the quick rhythm of your footsteps, until he sees your precious head poke out from the hallway. He meets you halfway down the hall with a warm smile as you wrap your arms around him.
"Another late trial, sweetie?" He only hums in response, melting into your embrace with his eyes closed. You can't help but giggle when he presses feather-light kisses on your jaw, going down to your collarbone.
"Hmm... You should eat first before this very pleasant greeting, yeah?" You hum, already tugging him toward the kitchen. You learned not to point out the small lovesick smile Neuvillette tends to make after a tiring day, instead, you both exchange the usual how-was-your-day's as he gratefully savors the bowl of consommè you saved for him.
Shortly after, you excuse yourself, muttering about last week's pillowcases needing a wash.
"Then let me handle things here, my love. Off you go," Neuvillette gives you a, gentle kiss on the forehead before clearing the table.
Barely ten minutes pass before you come back half drenched in water. Your husband, having just done the dishes, gives you a questioning look. You answer before anything is said, "Just a mishap, sweetie. I was going to change anyway,".
It's his turn to hum, "My love, you don't have to do all the laundry tonight".
"No, I know, it's just... Blankets, yeah... we need them." You make your way to the couch, grabbing the emergency blanket draped on the armrest before heading down the hall. Not even a minute later, you go to another room, and another, and another, coming up with half-baked excuses every time you enter and exit.
Neuvillette shakes his head with a chuckle; watching you flit about the house was definitely more endearing than case documents.
Contrary to popular belief, he likes the "mess" that is your shared room. It's a stark difference from the house's former appearance: stiff and spotless, to the point of intimidating. Not only that, but the primal nature buried within him was very pleased with your way of nesting.
As if one cue, you come back from changing. You take a few steps back before jumping into the cloudy safe haven next to your dragon, settling with him in a makeshift blanket fort.
Neuvillette buries his face into your hair with a hum, "Did you pay a visit to Merusea Village, my love?"
You look up from your resting spot before he continues, "I only ask because your hair smells like the pastries Aeval brings,".
That makes you chuckle. "I did, yes. We can reposition if it's a bother-" "No no, I only ask out of habit. Besides... sweet scents suit you, amour." He nuzzles deeper into your hair while you close your eyes in contentment.
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"They're really fast, Miss (y/n)." You nod before taking another sip of tea. Corlene flipped to the next page of her book, showing more illustrations of the sea creatures.
Usually, you would entertain the sweet Melusine with more questions, but your own curiosity had you mostly listening to her rambles.
Her hand goes to flip to the next page but your eyes catch onto a picture of a sea otter. "Wait... Corlene, what do sea otters eat?" Corlene wastes no time answering,
"Oh, they usually eat fish. If they can reach the seafloor, they pick off clams and sea snails. Oh! They also use rocks to break into clams," she explains.
You've gotten fond of your meetups with Corlene. It started as the occasional book club between the two of you, which turned into hangouts every other day.
Even the cafe staff knew you two as regulars and dubbed your hangouts as mother-daughter dates.
"Do they usually have sensory preferences?" You ask. Corlene nods her head, "Yeah, their paws and whiskers are sensitive. They also like sticking with their families. They're super affectionate, Miss (y/n)."
That gets you deep in thought, though not for long. The seat next to you is pulled out as Neuvillette sits beside you. Corlene is unfazed - if anything, her face lights up.
"Good morning, Monsieur Neuvillette!" He gives a gentle smile, "I hope you both don't mind the intrusion -" he takes out a rather large book from his bag, "This, hopefully, is an acceptable apology?"
Corlene gasps and immediately opens the hardbound. You've been silent the whole time, but nonetheless infected by the melusine's excitement. You turn to greet your husband before he beats you to it with a kiss on your nose.
"I've interrupted a deep thought, haven't I? My apologies..." he says before wrapping his arm around you.
You shake your head, "Nonsense, hon. Besides I'm more impressed you're free at this time.", earning a quick laugh out of him.
"This has a map of Teyvat! Thank you so much, Monsieur," Corlene says quite loudly. Neuvillette points at a diagram, "I believe this one also includes the stingrays from under Watatsumi." Corlene likely only heard half of it as she started skimming through the pages.
He turns his attention back to you. His free hand reaches to lace your fingers to his like a puzzle. "If I recall..." He brings your hand to his lips, "Sea otters also like to hold each other whilst floating."
You nudge him to hide the warmth coursing through your face. "You know, you're awfully cheesy when the Palais doesn't work you to the bone." He shakes his head slowly, "All jokes aside, I did catch your interest in sea otters. What brought it on?"
"It's just that, an interest, sweetie. Though they do look a lot like you." It's your turn to receive a playful nudge.
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Inevitably, Neuvillette's afternoon break was cut by a new pile of cases to be reviewed. When that was handled with, he found himself coming home just in time to see the orange glow of the city's sunset.
The guessing game started as soon as he turned the doorknob. Maybe you were recreating your favorite cake, or perhaps you were trying out a new vinyl. Maybe you weren't even home yet.
What Neuvillette didn't expect was to see you on the couch cradling... a blanket?
Or rather, something in the blanket.
If you had the physical capability to jump out of your skin, you would have done so when the front door opened. A yelp escaped your lips, followed by an awkward laugh. "Er- sweetie, you got home early..."
"Amour, what do you have there?" He asks, hanging his coat on the rack before giving you a look. The kind of look he typically uses on Furina when she gets carried away in court.
You, ever the guilty, start running through the dozens of explanations you've cooked up. Before you can answer, a high-pitched whine responds from the blanket.
The otter's head peeks through the covers and tries to free itself from the cocoon. Neuvillette sighs, taking the spot next to you. "So this explains why you've been taking the blankets to the spare room."
"Yes..." you answer in defeat. "I was planning to release him back to the ocean, I promise. But look!" You hold up the otter to Neuvillette's face, "It looks so much like you!"
The otter seemed to like the compliment as it escapes the blanket prison and claws at the dragon's sleeves. The latter only blinks while you coo at their quick bond. Neuvillette clears his throat, "Amour, you know you could have told me, yes? Animals are no strangers in our house, as you seemed to appreciate Mr. Cacucu's company when I brought him here."
"Well- yes, I know. But that's different. Cacucu is a talking saurian and already has a companion. I think I want to keep this one though..." You flip the otter on its back to rub its soft belly. It responds with a playful squeak.
"I'm afraid sea otters aren't evolved to be domestic pets, amour." Neuvillette frowns slightly when you slump back like a deflated balloon. "I know. This little one just... reminds me of my childhood dog. They're both so sweet." You can't help the uncomfortable squeeze in your throat as your eyes start to burn.
There's the sense of ease that Neuvillette gives when he guides you to lean back on his chest. The otter crawls its way to your lap, completely content with the two of you. A smile makes its way to your face despite the emotional nostalgia.
"I was really young when I got my dog, so it stung when I lost him. I wasn't even there when it happened, all I got was a message from my parents saying he passed in his sleep."
"I only had him for five years but to a child, he was a best friend. A constant, even when people change and life gets complicated. I regret not spending more time with him. If I knew our time was limited... There were a thousand things I wish we had done."
"I found this one by Merusea Village. It was swimming away from a patrol mek, so I took it home. It always clung to anything warm, that's why I asked Corlene if they were particular about what they cling to. And when I saw it so happy in the room, I thought-"
Deep down, you knew the real reason why you've been keeping the otter longer than you intended. You look back at your husband, who's been quietly listening. He says nothing for a moment before voicing what was unsaid,
"You see this as a second chance at what you lost... I understand now. My love, nothing can substitute what one loses. In my years alongside humans, I learned that grief leaves a hole in your heart that can't be filled by anything. No matter how much we try." he presses his lips to your temple.
"I know you care for this little one, but it also belongs to the sea where it can make its own life and meet others of its own kind."
Before you even noticed, a tear was wiped from your cheek by his gloved hand. "Yeah... you're right. I just-" you take a deep breath to stop the tremors. "I thought maybe I could give it more attention before it sets off."
Neuvillette ponders for a while before tilting your face to meet his. "We can make the time for that. Let's go outside, amour."
"Huh? Right now? It's almost time for dinner, isn't it?" Your lips are parted slightly in confusion.
"We can eat outside tonight, along with our little friend. Think of this as an outing, and we can set it free after tonight," he clarified.
That made you shoot up from his hold. "You're serious?" You ask, already picking up the blanket and wrapping it around your furry friend. Neuvillette simply chuckles as he grabs the keys and your shoes.
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Between the amount of food stalls you three tried out and the people (and melusines) you ran into tonight, it was safe to say your little friend became a popular figure overnight. By midnight, Fontaine grew quiet save for a few pharmacies and general goods stores.
Neuvillette decided to take you to the beach outside the city walls. You laid out a picnic blanket from your bag and the three of you sat across the calm waters. Almost as if the little otter knew what to do, it settled between the married couple with some of the trinkets kept in its belly pouch.
"Have you ever thought about an actual pet, sweetie?" You asked, opening a macaron box. He contemplated a bit, "No, not much. Setting aside the fact that I spent most of my time at the Palais before meeting you, dragons usually only spend time with their own partners and families. That is why most fairytales portray them as solitary beings."
A thought strikes him but then leaves just as quickly. He turns to look at you, "But I am open to it, should you ever welcome the idea again."
That makes you smile, intertwining your hand with his. Another silence passes, this time spanning much longer, except for the occasional coos from your dear little friend.
The next thing you realize, the horizon was starting to color itself to introduce the new day. You sigh, partly due to acceptance and partly due to sadness. Looking down at your sleeping otter, you gently wake it up.
"Hello, sweet thing... it's time. You ready to go home?"
The otter lets you cradle it while you and Neuvillette head to a spot with the weakest current.
The dragon takes a quick look around in case any meks would cause a problem. You plant a kiss on the otter's forehead.
"I... I hope we gave you the best night around Fontaine."
Neuvillette comes back and shares his own well wishes,
"We hope you live freely out there, little one. Know that you'll never have to be afraid because you have our blessing."
The water, now reaching your waist, seems to welcome the creature home. You slowly guide it to float until it manages without you. It stays there for a while, looking at you and Neuvillette, before squeaking and performing a quick flip in the water.
As you and your husband wave goodbye, it happily swims away, leaving two matching seashells floating where it did.
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A few months after, the Opera Epiclese is especially packed with people because of the grand performace of Coppelia and Coppelius. From a distance, a flurry of coos are heard from small waterfall beside the arena. A white and blue sea otter clings on to its partner as they make their way through the current.
It gazes up at the grand arena and sat at the larger seats is who it was looking for: A beautiful young lady sitting and beside her the elegant Chief Justice, both donning matching seashell necklaces.
It squeaks for their attention.
The woman sees it first, her face lighting up and directs the Iudex to look at the precious family.
As if on cue, a baby otter emerges from the mother's belly pouch, giving a softer squeak at the married couple at the arena.
hiyaa omg it feels like its been ages I'M SO SORRY 😭 i have been working on some drafts, hopefully I can get one done by friday (it's a neuvillette fic (ゝ◡╹ ) ) in the meantime, heres a paint-by-numbers I did recently
(it's been collecting dust for 2 years and I only finished today 😭)
In honor of flins admitting he's a rock collector.
"I freely confess to being an avid collector of ancient gems, coins, and other curios-"
"Oooh, what are their names?"
Flins stopped in his tracks.
"Names?"
You look him as you keep walking, "Yeah, names. You know, like naming your pet rocks?"
Flins stood confused. He never thought of naming his rocks. It...didn't sound like a bad idea. After all, things with names are deemed important, and he picked those gems and rocks because he deemed them as special.
"Flins? Helloooo?" You wave your hand around his zoned out face. He cleared his throat.
"No, I haven't named them yet. I never considered it." He pauses and give you a pondering look.
"Would you like to help me name them?"
Your face lit up. "Oh, yeah of course!"
You two continue your walk as you fill the silence with random name suggestions that he occasionally chuckles at.
I might rewrite this as a proper fic in the future ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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ᴀ/ɴ: some love for harry, underated even in his own show
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Even in the safety of Shell Cottage, Harry's restless; the heist tomorrow at Gringgotts, finding four more horcruxes, and all those who were lost, it's too much to think about. Luckily, the quiet beach is a perfect chance to help him have a little fun for a change.
ᴛᴀɢs: fluff, reverse comfort, hurt/comfort, minor injury, minor character death, ptsd, survivor's guilt, basically a giving-harry-therapy fic
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The cottage was quiet for many reasons. Bill and Fleur just went back inside, Ron and Hermione were consoling one another, Luna, Olivander, Dean, and Griphook stood a distance away, and you were sat on the sand beside Harry.
Dobby's grave was decorated with perfect stones and fresh flowers.
It was impossible to understand Harry's feelings at the moment. He was devasted for his little friend, tired from the horcrux hunt, and relieved that you and the others were safe. You wrapped an arm around his shoulder to give him some solace at the very least. He leaned to you, grateful, before fully enveloping you in his arms.
"He didn't deserve this."
"I know... He's at peace now."
"If I had been more careful..."
"This isn't your fault, love."
At that, he buried his face further into the top of your head. Being dragged to Malfoy Manor wasn't part of the plan, but he was definitely thankful to have saved you and the others. "You're hurt, lovely... Where is it?" He asks, muffled by your hair.
He already felt guilty leaving you at Hogwarts, barely keeping contact to spare you the unwanted attention of the Death Eaters. Now, after all these months, he finds you captive in the cellar of the Manor.
It was hard trying not to wince when your boyfriend has you in a grip. The truth was everyone had injuries. You decided yours could be dealt with later. You shook your head "It's nothing" to him, for now, he needs the peace of mind. Harry, not entirely convinced, lightened his hold but gave you a comforting squeeze.
It's later when you're both calm enough to leave the little elf's resting place. Neither of you said anything for a while, until you squeezed his hand gently. His gaze settled on you, affectionate but also tired. While walking back to the cottage, he kept an arm around you hoping that would make you both feel a little better.
"Gringgotts." You looked at him, silently asking for explanation. "Bellatrix was scared when she saw the sword. She said it belonged in her vault. There's another horcrux in there, lovely. There has to be."
You were quiet for a long time, just looking at him. Observing him. "You should take a few days to rest, you know. The three of you must be tired." You open the door, seeing the newlyweds patching up Griphook and Hermione.
Fleur looked up and gave you worried look. "You must be hurt too, both of you. Come here," she said.
It turns out leaving you at Hogwarts for protection was a terrible idea. Voldemort took each of you for different reasons: Luna to punish her father for his writing, Olivander for information about the Elder Wand, Griphook for information on the vault, Dean for his half-blood heritage, and you as a hostage.
You didn't admit much, only that the trio left the castle and was nowhere to be found. In return, you had a handful of words carved into your skin, mostly insults and threats.
Harry was quiet for the most part, occasionally glancing at you then at your arms with what you could only describe as frustration.
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It was peaceful for the few days at the cottage. Ron at the very least agreed that they take some time to plan before heading of to Gringgotts.
You spot Harry at the beach again with two wands in his hand. It almost became routine for him to take a short walk, rerun the plan, think of backups, and rerun the plan again.
"You should start inviting me to these kinds of walks." Harry looks at you, fond but also preoccupied with a thousand thoughts. "I don't suppose you have a way of getting around goblin security?" He replied. You can't help a smile as you make your way to him.
"Maybe not, but I know things come easy when you're with me. Maybe this time, you could use the extra help." He shakes his head, "No, no, not this time-" "Because it's dangerous? It always is, Harry. You never have to ask me of anything. I want to go with you," you say.
While you appreciate that he had Ron and Hermione as company in his mission, you know there's something else weighing him down.
"You were already in so much trouble just by knowing me-" he takes your hand, "what more when he finds out we're hunting his horcruxes?" You stay quiet. Harry was scared; who wouldn't be? To think a year ago, you had spent nights in the Great Hall reviewing for the NEWTs, and now the Second War was coming. No child deserved to have their life depend on this deathly hunt.
"None of this is your fault," you whisper. Harry freezes. "What?"
"The accidents, the attacks, the ones we lost, none of it is your fault. We're all fighting for a cause. It's not fair to hold yourself responsible, when this fight was never one you signed up for." For a moment, he stares at you like the time you stayed in the hospital wing with him after losing Sirius, like the time when you were the few people who cheered for him at the Triwizard Tournament.
He looked at you like you were the last reminder of his best years.
You gently put a hand behind his neck and he immediately sinks into your shoulder.
He's quiet now, but you know how he feels from the way his arms curl aroud your frame and his body shake from his tight grip and the cool breeze.
"I thought... God, when I saw you in the cellar I was scared. What could they have done to you? What more would they have done if we didn't escape?" His voice was unsteady, it was only a matter of time before the both of you fell to your knees in the sand with the soft sounds of waves crashing.
"I don't think I can do this, lovely. Four more horcruxes to destroy, You-Know-Who's got the Elder Wand, and the Ministry's taken over. Nothing prepared us for this... And- and you're hurt and... Dobby is gone."
He holds you like a lifeline while you comb through his hair with your fingers. Your eyes tear up as well; you want to share his burden, but for now what he needs is a person to call home.
"You're never on your own on this, Harry. All you've done these years are nothing to scoff at." You slowly pull away to look him in the eyes. "No other second year can fight a basilisk, no other fourth year can become a Triwizard Champion, and hell... No other fifth year could teach a year's worth of DADA. You, Harry Potter, are incredible. " At that, Harry gives a small smile.
There in sand, it was just the two of you. He took in your presence; you were here, you were safe, and you love him. And he was all too grateful for being lucky enough to have you.
The sun began to set, and tomorrow would be the day of the heist. Neither of you were looking forward to it, so you prompted him to enjoy this view. From where you were, head leaning on his shoulder while his own head on yours, you ask quietly, "Do you ever think about what could we have done if you stayed at Hogwarts this year?"
Harry ponders for a moment, "No, not really. I think we would've snuck around more, now that Snape's headmaster." You two giggle at the thought.
A spark of inspiration hits you. Standing up and kicking your shoes off, you make your way to the water. Without needing to ask, Harry follows your lead. "You have Bellatrix's wand don't you?" You ask with a grin. He nods, taking out the unfamiliar wand.
"We should mess with it, imagine when she gets sent back to Azkaban and the aurors look at the recent spells she's cast, and it's a bubble head charm." Harry bursts out laughing, shaking his glasses lower. You take your own wand, "I'm serious, I challege you to a duel Professor Potter!"
"Alright, let's see if you've gotten rusty after all these months." He says before you overdramatically yell
"Levicorpus!".
He's quick enough to dodge and fire back,
"Aguamenti!"
The waves rise high enough to reach your shoulders before dousing you in its saltyness. You shriek before doubling over in laughter.
"Colovaria-"
"Talantallegra!"
"Go low, professor! Rictusempra!"
"You wish, Flipendo!"
"Hey, you're trying to push me back in the water, you cheat!"
"Who said there were any rules, lovely?"
Harry runs at you and before you can fire another spell, you hear him mutter, "Obscuro". The next second, your scarf wraps around your eyes and you feel his arms around you, tackling you both to the shallow water. When you remove your blinfold, you see his face inches from yours as a small wave drenches you both.
He takes in your appearnace, resting a hand on your cheek to wipe the drops of water. "You have no idea how amazing you are," he says, taking your scarred arm to his lips and kissing every carved letter as if engraving a new message past the marks. I -kiss- love -kiss- you -kiss-. He whispers one last thing before finally kissing your lips.
"Thank you."
Tomorrow would come, but today was just for the two of you in your little world. And best believe no one was going to take this day from you.
