Pyract

☁︎ Sorry y'all it's been like 4 months since I've written anything, hoping to get back into it more but had a lot of stuff going on. Merry late Christmas and happy new year to those who celebrate <3 ☁︎Same as last time, some characters I write may be OOC. I either don't have the best grasp on the character or partly influenced by my hcs. (haven't done 6.2 yet, on a Genshin break but the Flins grind never stops.) ☁︎ not proof read (got kinda lazy at the end forgive me) ☁︎ Just a shorter story idea I had, if I didn't post it now not sure if I ever would, ☁︎Warnings: Kinda horror themes?, Stalker/ creepy vibes, gore (partially detailed, tried not to go too deep but still obviously there), death/ injuries, angst no happy ending (I mean maybe) ☁︎Unspecified gender/ terms, mostly referred to with pet names such as darling, dearest etc. Like 2.5k words ->Back to Navigation!

You knew there was another body before you could even smell it.

It was dark out, the shadows your only true company as everything else became nothing more than a blur amidst the night. The frost had long since settled, coating the land in a frost bound to the earth like a curse, an everlasting chill overtaking your home. The air was frigid, it was hard to breathe yet it seemed like the only thing left to do. You were frozen, stuck in a place you couldn’t escape, under a gaze ever piercing. The could did little against the terror that sunk its way into your flesh. You were being watched again, the eyes that embedded into the very walls warning you before the metallic scent could even reach you. 

The creature had returned.

There was nothing you could do except sit in the weathered chair at the center of the kitchen, staring at something you could never truly distinguish amidst the fog that clouded the island. Despite the nature of the land, the dead who hoped to be found, it was almost what you could consider your personal haven. It was different now, the solitude blurring the lines of reality and the forever dream sworn at the end. You weren’t always alone, yet now you could barely remember a moment that wasn’t drowned in an eerie silence.

The book in your lap had long since been forgotten, falling limp as your attention drifted far from the storytale you sought as a distraction. The weight of the ring on your hand seared into your skin, a weight so heavy it nearly sucked the breath from your lungs. Something so futile, yet it held the weight of your past like it was the very world it swore by, a reminder of how you remained trapped within your own conscience.  It had become hard to truly remain amongst the living, the heart beating against your chest feeling foreign, nothing more than a hoax with nothing left to pursue. You were barely a shell of yourself, a ghost of the person who walked the halls of the lighthouse. The only thing you had felt in a long time was the fear of what you knew.

You didn’t want to die, yet your demise felt ever approaching. 

After all, the gaze of a man long since buried was awfully compelling and somewhere in your mind, it was still your Kyryll staring back at you. 

It was like clockwork, something akin to a moth to flame how the eyes never truly left, a spirit in the wind you could never truly escape. You were nothing more than prey being sized up, a sitting duck between the jaws of a predator. It was everywhere all at once. Standing amongst the headstones that lined the ground, amongst the collection of possessions inherited, Sitting across from you in a chair long since dormant. All those piercing yellow eyes did was haunt you.

Yet this one wore a face you knew. 

The candlelight flickered, bordering on the line of extinguishment as it signaled the encroaching danger that circled the house that would soon become your tomb. Though even as the danger signs whirled near and far, you remained amongst the souls of those lost and the graves that became their forever place of rest. You made a promise to a dead man, something futile to keep, yet you swore by it as you maintained the lighthouse to preserve what little hope remained amongst the horrors awaiting you beyond the walls. 

That promise was going to kill you one way or another. 

The blood that dribbled down the window was fresh, sickenly wet as it bled into the glass , smears that vaguely made out letters covering the expanse of the surface. It was shaky yet the message was ever clear. It was a vow, a threat. Join me in our eternity, it will only hurt for a second

You could almost fool yourself that it was said out of love, of pity. Yet as the crimson flooded your vision, the reality of how twisted your endearment had become was nauseating. Death was knocking at your doorstep in the form of your husband and all you could do was watch. 

Even as his ghost haunted you with malevolence, Kyryll remained ever the romantic. 

It almost hurt more than holding him in your arms as his heart stopped beating. 

Your legs felt weak under your weight, barely able to stand as your vision remained focused on the window that did little to protect you from the horrors of the unseen. Your mind screamed at you to flee, to hide and pray that it couldn’t learn how to truly be human. If it came back able to fit a role long since vacant your death would be cemented, as you knew that if it became anything closer to the man you lost you’d give up fighting. 

The worn floorboards squeaked under your boot as you inched towards the counter, leaning over the edge to peer past the windowsill that sheltered you from the gore you knew awaited you. Yet no matter the disgust you knew would surface, the bile bound to rise in your throat, you had to see for yourself. You had to make sure it wasn’t another body of one you loved. 

Afterall, the once pale fur of your beloved companion you had adopted together caked in its own blood still haunted you. 

Your nails dug into the wood under your fingertips, grasping the countertop tightly as you scanned the body torn apart for one sick vow. It was nothing short of sickening, a corpse shredded under the hands of someone who once held such love for the creatures of Nod krai. 

If not for the large antlers that shadowed over the metal porch, you could have mistaken the bloodied form for something human. Its organs spilled over the grey flooring, fur tousled as crimson overtook the pure colour of a once majestic creature. You had to force the back a cry as you turned away from the glass, the image of its own heart an ornament amongst the  bones branching from its skull burning its way into your memory. 

Your breath came out laboured, like something foreign within your own body, heart pounding as you failed to calm the storm brewing within your mind. Your skin felt restricting, an unrelenting urge to scratch it raw until it loosened rising.  A soft creak broke through the overwhelming silence that embedded itself into the space, causing your attention to snap towards the door that rattled on its hinges. The temperature seemed to drop, the wind outside carrying something negative that you remained oblivious to. 

You could have written it off, convinced yourself the thing trying to enter through the locked doorway was another drift of breeze, yet as the doorknob began to turn the chill that coursed your body became something internal. It clattered upon itself, the deadbolt shivering alongside you as the force continued trying to enter. You were at the door before you could register your own movements, shoulder braced against the dark wood as the doorknob became still under your opposing grasp. 

You didn’t move for a moment, only stepping back when the drowning silence returned, eyes trained on the door for any movements to signal a return. Nothing moved except for the rise and fall of your chest, hands frozen at your sides as you finally felt yourself begin to relax. The shift of the sun over the horizon began to peak over the lands that homed the lighthouse, a sign of the danger bound to retreat until nightfall inevitably returned once more. 

Your mind was hazy with the urge to succumb to the slumber that called to you, drowsiness finally settling as you tried to calm your racing heart. It was peaceful for a moment, yet your senses remained on alert, the feeling of something amiss never leaving despite the dawn that slowly approached. The silence no longer held the same comfort they once did, yet you ignored the urge bolt as you began to retreat to the kitchen. 

Sometime amidst your panic the book had fallen to the floor, the page you had been reading lost among the paper that bound together. You were careful in picking it up, eyes skimming for any notable damages before placing it atop the wooden table, wishing nothing more than to return to your room. You stopped as a soft breeze fluttered past you, a sudden drop in temperature that forced your attention to the blood-stained window that you made a mental note to clean later before the rot got too bad. 

Yet the blood smeared upon more glass, and the once barrier between you and the danger that stalked your every waking moment sat wide open. 

No movement was made within the room, nothing standing out as the intruder upon your own home, nothing obviously wrong. You hurried towards the counter, reaching for the knifeblock despite knowing it was futile, fingers barely grasping the wooden handle of a knife before a weight collided with your back. 

Your breath was knocked out of you as you crashed to the wooden floor, the world spinning for a moment as metal cluttered near you. The weight of the figure followed you down, kneeling over you as an omen of death. You were pinned down before you could push yourself up, staring into the eyes of a man you were forced to bury long ago, a cheshire smile tearing through his cheeks as his eyes remained hollow. His indigo-blue hair pooled beside your head, wisps brushing against your cheek and feeling ever convincing that he was real. You knew he was gone, that the thing above you was nothing more than an impersonation of your husband, yet you couldn’t look at him with anything other than love. 

Your arms were stuck, weight down as you were forced to meet his gaze, unable to escape the crushing weight that hovered over you. Your attempts at protest fell upon deaf ears, movements stopped by a sharp glare that drowned the terror that plagued your flesh. You were simply a lamb to the slaughter, hopeless under your self proclaimed protector. 

“My dearest, it’s been so long. Too long.” Kyryll’s voice held a level of cheeriness foreign in his words, a display so unlike the man you loved, the clarity that confirmed what you already knew. His words were rough, almost broken as he stumbled over them, void of the composure that once held a comfort to you. “We can be together, forever. You promised it, I won’t let it hurt.” Your own reply came out broken, barely a whisper of what you wished to convey, a weak attempt at denial at the face you could no longer tie to your encroaching death. Tears brimmed your eyes, falling silently as you pleaded hopelessly against your fate. “No, no. I still have.. things to do. I can’t come with you yet.. Please.”

The grin that melted into his face faltered, falling to a thin line as his fingers dug into the flesh of your wrists, the pressure against your bone drawing a shriek from your throat. 

“I’m all you need, just me. There's nothing left for you here.” His teeth were bared, the little warmth that flooded his tone turning cold as he stared at your writhing form. “I disposed of everyone else already, they did nothing but get between us, you’re mine. I love you my dear, you love me. You don’t need them.”

His words were true, the fact you were all alone now, yet something kept you fighting. 

Your dog.

Your friends.

Your family.

Their blood was on his hands, all of it. You had loved him, loved who he once was, not the monster before you despite it wearing his face. It was hard to breathe, to move, leaving you at his mercy as he fawned over you with false pity. His gloved hand moved from your wrist to ghost over your cheek, wiping away the tears that surfaced as you tried to muster an escape, focus sweeping across the room. 

“I don’t love you, you aren’t the man I married. He’s dead. My Kyryll is dead.”

Your eyes flickered to the blade that glinted under the sunlight that now sunk through the window above you. Your arm shifted, hand gliding blindly towards it as you held eye contact with the man above you, letting his attention remain distracted with the act of affection. Your knuckles clenched weakly around the handle as you pulled it into your grasp, hand shaking as you closed your eyes in a silent prayer.

“Dearest, look at me. Don’t say that, don’t lie to yourself”

The knife was brought down towards his shoulders, you intent on trying to deter the face that haunted you from your once shared house, yet it stopped abruptly as it hovered over the coat that embraced him. He caught your wrist hardly, head tilting almost mockingly as his teeth clenched together. Slipping your palm, his hand encircled your clenched fist, maneuvering it closer to your own body. 

“Is this how you choose to repay me? They were in the way, they don’t love you like I do.” He snapped at you, forcing your entwined hands closer to your chest as he pushed his weight further into you, ignoring your protests as you tried to fight back. The tip of the metal met your skin, tearing into your flesh as you shrieked in agony, blood pooling from the wound as he forced it further into your chest. Your hands fell limp, unable to struggle any longer as the handle met your skin.

Your voice was silenced by your own blood pooling in your throat, bubbling past your lips as you sputtered at the liquid filling your lungs. He shifted your body soundlessly, pulling you into his lap as he caressed your face. Your fingers dug into his coat, grasping the material weakly as your vision turned spotted, struggling to stay open. 

“It’s alright, let go. We can be together now, for eternity. I won’t let death do us part.”

His lips met your own, carefully pressing against your own as the warmth drained from them, numb against the frosty feel of his skin. Your foreheads met, leaning against each other as he cradled your body against his own, pulling back with the first real smile that graced his lips since his burial.  He felt your breathing stop, your pulse slow until nothing as you remained in his arms, rocking slightly. 

He lowered your body to the ground gently, allowing himself to fade under the sunlight that streamed into the room, starting the wait until you rose once again and could share the moonlight with him once again. Your burial was never to come, a corpse left without a care to succumb to the rot of time in the ever abandoned lighthouse that filled its role as your tomb.

Yet at least you were his again.

☁︎ More angst thoughts for different Genshin characters! May have some double ups but mostly one's I didn't do last time. ☁︎Same as last time, some characters I write may be OOC. I either don't have the best grasp on the character or partly influenced by my personal hcs. ☁︎ not proof read or colour coordinated ☁︎ was gonna do more but im tired while writing this </3 ☁︎ Warnings: Includes spoilers for 6.0, Angst, death, hurt no comfort ☁︎No gendered terms or physical descriptions given to reader. ☁︎ Rerir, Flins, Ifa, Capitano -> Part 1 (Flins, Neuvillette, Kinich, Xiao, Zhongli, Wanderer) ->Back to Navigation!

╰┈➤Rerir

->Same base concept for both but different ending routes because I can't really decipher his character yet completely.

Rerir being the lover of your past incarnation, where you aren't able to completely remember him but see flickers of him in your dreams. Living your days out in Nod Krai, being a helper of the lightkeepers and being involved in trying to fight back against the wild hunt.

Just stuck in an ongoing fight against the man you can't recall yet haunts you each and every night, an internal conflict against your will that refuses to let you inflict any harm against him. Letting yourself take hit after hit because your mind is too strung up on a person you don't even know anymore.

1) Having him in the middle of the fight pulling his own hits because no matter your incarnation your still the same lover he remembers, trying to see if something in your memories will resurface of him. Switching his attention between almost killing your comrades to almost gently coaxing your blade away from himself whenever you strike and exchanging small words with you because no matter the goal he's trying to fulfil, you'll always come first in his heart.

OR

2) Him going out of his way to target you throughout the battle, intent on killing you to erase that part of himself he left behind in your destroyed homeland. Maybe he still loves you, maybe your love truly has been forever lost to time, yet no matter the answer he can't let you live in fear of getting between his mission. In the end having him take your life, offering you a last apology for loving you before leaving your body to decay because he can't bring himself to honour your memory any longer.

Either way, your simply doomed from the start.

╰┈➤Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins

You, his lover that was lost in a fight against the wild hunt, that he was never able to answer the question of if your final breath was taken on the battle field or if your heart continued to beat.

Being the one that started his gemstone collection by his side, where he continues the hobby as a way of feeling closer to you not knowing where you are, holding a smaller, yet more precious collection of stones that were your favourite.

Just him picking up related hobbies, whether it be jewellery making or stone carving, simple things in his spare time that make him feel closer to you than he had been in years.

Going to places you both frequented and leaving small crystals as a sign, hoping that one day you'll come across them and return to the cemetery, whether it be during your currently lifetime or in the inevitable afterlife where you seek shelter amongst the tombs.

Refuses to construct a headstone for you until he gets the confirmation, leaving everything that carried your last movements in your shared abode to the wear of time, ignoring the dust collecting in the spaces he still occupied.

Even if years continued to pass, he clung onto the slither of hope that spoke of your return, clinging onto the ring that encased your birthstone that he intended to bestow upon you the day of your disappearance.

╰┈➤Ifa

Ifa being your partner of many years, working side by side in the veterinary clinic he ran. You falling ill to a sickness without a clue of it's origin, maybe something passed from a healing saurian under your care, something you never truly found the human cure to.

Him being a highly praised doctor, yet unable to save you due to his path not catering to humans as it had to the saurians that inhabited the lands of Natlan. Living in the guilt of being unable to truly save you in the end, never being able to return everything you gave to him throughout your relationship.

Having to try and explain to Cacucu that you weren't coming home this time, that the person who had sat with him through the nights they never knew if he would make it through his injuries would never coddle him again and slip him treats when you thought no one was looking.

He didn't wish to forget you, to push away your shared memories, but the days where he listened to Cacucu call out to you made him wish he could move past you. The baby saurian was still young, with one of the two people he imprinted on being forever lost out of his reach.

Just being in the middle of a conversation, whether it be a friend or someone bringing in a patient, freezing as his little companion starts calling out for you amongst his mixed vocabulary of "bro's" and "no way". Having to constantly rebreak both his own and the saurians heart in reminding him you weren't coming home again.

╰┈➤Capitano

Him who chose to keep you separate from the darker parts of his life, keeping you away from his business with the Fatui despite his high ranking to keep you from danger. You watched him leave for Natlan, for work that you never questioned the true contents of since you knew it wasn't a favourable topic for him.

You watched as his letters began to dwindle, your once long conversations simmering to single pages of short topics. He was busy, you were aware of the fact but the uncomfortable tinge in your gut never left, the feeling of something being wrong sticking in the back of your mind.

Then the silence came, a week turned into two, then into a month of no contact. Left in the dark of his sudden disappearance.

The news only arrived to you later, the death of the first harbinger on his mission to the nation of pyro. Never truly being able to say goodbye, your last meeting being lacklustre and a simply parting you could never truly relive.

☁︎ I'm deadass in the middle of my exam weeks rn but I'm lowkey hype as fuck for Flins and wanna get back into writing more <3 ☁︎Same as last time, some characters I write may be OOC. I either don't have the best grasp on the character or partly influenced by my hcs. ☁︎ not proof read ☁︎ Just a shorter story idea I had, something happier than my last post. ☁︎Warnings: Mostly fluff, Slight angst/ hurt with comfort, descriptions of injuries and blood/ mild gore, self inflicted wounds (unintentional, not too touched on) ☁︎Unspecified gender/ terms, mostly referred to with names such as darling, dearest etc. ->Back to Navigation!

The graveyard was never a forgiving place, never somewhere to offer the hope of second chance that the spirits clung to as their whispers infused within the eerie atmosphere. Within the haunting depths of the Final Night Cemetery only a single heartbeat filled the piercing cold, yet two bodies moved through the lines of weathered memorials.

Your feet remained sluggish under the weight of your body, dragging as you wound through the rows of graves. The distant gleam of a blue hue led you to halt your movements, turning to a different path to reach the same destination that was engraved within your mind. Your game of cat and mouse never lasted long, your cat letting you amuse yourself until he deemed it too late to be among the spectres of night.

The patch of dirt you paused beside remained in it's constant state of disturbance, the once blooming flowers that covered the bed wilting from where their roots were torn out.

The nipping air went unnoticed by your senses, the numbness never truly fading since your reanimation. Blackened wrappings seemed to mend into the torn skin that encased your limbs, dried blood seeping through and staining the material that once held a purity foreign to you. The headstone that lay before your feet a symbol of who you once were, the stone exempt from the blemishes that stained every surrounding surface.

Soft footsteps drew closer to your immobile figure, gravel crunching under the soles of thick boots that wore down from the nightly patrols. The pale cerulean-tinted glow of a lantern inched closer to your side, stopping short of you as Flins took a moment to watch you.

"Dearest, it's quite late already. Let me guide you back."

His outstretched hand reached towards you, gloved palm awaiting your own, to act as your guidance through the hazed night like a beacon. As your hand met his, he gently wrapped his fingers around your own as he brought the back of your palm to his lips, pressing them gently against the bandaged skin.

The hue of the lantern led you through the scattered graves, letting yourself be pulled along by your entwined hands as you walked towards the overshadowing lighthouse. Despite the thick material that covered his hand, the warmth that slipped through held an all too familiar comfort to your own. Your grip tightened against him, the frigid air that seared into your bones offering an uncomfortable contrast.

His steps slowed to match your trudging pace, falling back from guiding you to walking beside you the more he felt you lean into him. As you reached the metallic doorway, he carefully held open the door around you and led you with a gently placed palm on your lower back.

Flins directed you to the wooden chair in the living room you tended to occupy, waiting for you to settle before moving towards the kitchen opposite of you. You watched him manoeuvre through the enclosed space, running a washcloth under warm water before wringing out the material.

He returned to his spot before you, kneeling as he took your chin into his hand. The damp material ran over the stained skin of your cheeks, the blood that clung to the surface chipping off under the carefully applied pressure. You could feel the occasional tug against your skin as the cloth caught onto the stitches that held your jaw in place, yet the feeling did little to disturb you as the pain failed to register within your brain.

"You need to try being more careful darling, you've drawn blood again."

His tone remained soft, running the tips of his fingers over the lacerations that dug into the soft skin. A soft hum was the only acknowledgement you offered in return, ignoring the nagging urge to dig your bloodied nails into the skin that refused to cease in itching.

That coat that adorned his shoulders was shrugged off, instead wrapping it around your shivering frame as he pushed himself back to his feet. The now bloodied cloth was discarded onto the dark wood of the table, his attention remaining on you as he helped you stand as his lips pressed against your temple.

Despite your new incapability of achieving sleep, the drowsiness of your weakened body forced the urge to slumber upon you. Your eyelids dropped a few times as you opted to lean against him, letting your arms wrap around his waist as his own met your back.

"let's get to bed, it's too late."

Your voice was muffled against him, coming out slurred and barely comprehensible if not for his keen hearing. Flins released a quick breath akin to that of a short laugh, dropping his hands to rest against your hips as he pressed you closer towards his chest.

☁︎ Just finished Nod Krai and realised I've never written for Genshin on here so a few angst thoughts/ scenarios I thought of. ☁︎ Same concept as my HSR version from a few months back, just some little ideas I had that I might extend on later. ☁︎Some characters may be OOC, I have played for years yet only fixated on some characters and others I didn't read too much of the lore for. ☁︎ not proof read or colour coordinated </3. Might do a part 2 w/ other characters ☁︎ Warnings: Might include spoilers, Angst, death, some descriptions of blood/ gore, betrayal/ hurt no comfort ☁︎No gendered terms or physical descriptions given to reader. ☁︎ Flins, Neuvillette, Kinich, Xiao, Zhongli, Wanderer -> Part 2 (Rerir, Flins, Ifa, Capitano)->Back to Navigation!

╰┈➤ Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins

Know a few people have already had the concept of Flins x ghost!reader but a different take I had on the idea. "I love you." "I don't even know who you are."

You being Flins lover before your death, yet since you've become a ghost you can't remember him and grow a distaste for the fae after being the only person you see visiting the grave you don't accept as your final resting place.

You, a wandering spirit that haunts the cemetery, who doesn't understand that you're no longer alive and refuses to move on because you know you have a purpose to fulfil that you can't remember.

Flins who simply wants you to finally be able to rest because he hates to see you suffer but fails each time at convincing you that you're no longer among the living. Just him returning each night because he refuses to give up on you, unable to accept you having anything other than the eternal peace of rest.

Him knowing you've started to hate him, pushing aside his own feelings for you yet you never reciprocate his intentions, unintentionally haunting him and making it so he can never truly mourn you.

Having one of his final attempts of having you accept the truth and remember be showing you a tattered photo of you he kept on him constantly, yet watching you destroy it because your minds just foggy and unable to recollect the past.

It felt like the final chip that shattered your love, where he forces himself to give up on you and leave you alone as you kept demanding he did. Though after weeks without his nightly visits you feel as if you've lost something precious to you, yet the memory of the man you loved never truly returns to you.

Him having to occasionally cross paths with your ghost during his patrols and turn away before he tries running to you one last time.

╰┈➤ Neuvillette

You being a Fontanian who fell victim to the primordial sea water before he managed to lift the curse, just too far out of reach for him to save and leaving him reliving the moment you dissolved.

He was never one who was truly good with emotions, but the pain in his chest never subdued, part of his mind dedicated to you making it flare subconsciously.

He knew you were gone, yet never had the heart to tell the melusines of your fate and having to lie each time they ask about you. He could tell they were waiting for you, to tell you about the stories and years that passed in your absence, with only him knowing you would never be able to return to them.

Just him trying to keep it together while talking to someone after one of the melusines visited him, showing him a trinket they bought because it reminded them of you, asking him to pass it on to you when he saw you next.

Would have a box tucked neatly into the corner of his office of all the items he was tasked with giving you, an ever-growing pile in your memory that only he held the answers to.

To anyone else, it truly did seem as if you were merely on what felt like an eternal adventure to another land, as he never let the story falter in fear of breaking the melusines heart. So instead he held up a never ending façade, tearing himself apart because he knew you would never want the innocent creatures you considered that of your children to be forced to mourn the loss of you.

╰┈➤ Kinich

Being separated from him during the war, covering different camps across Tequemecan Valley and fighting against the abyss. You being killed in an attempt to protect the remaining people and saurians attempting to flee, overwhelmed by the waves of enemies that never let up.

Him having a terrible feeling but being unable to focus on it because he has a job to complete, pushing aside the gut feeling and continuing to fight completely oblivious to your now lifeless body amount the rising casualties.

After the battle came to a close, with everyone meeting up at the Stadium of the Sacred Flame where he waits for your return yet you never come. Forced to continue helping for the greater good of Natlan with no idea of your location, only being able to finally think about it after the war against the abyss comes to a close.

Just him wandering through the mass destruction of his homeland, calling out to you amidst the ruins and moving between the marked camps in the direction to split off to.

He thought himself mostly desensitised to the endless blood shed until he finally found your body, barely recognisable under the crimson liquid that seemed to cover every inch of skin. Covered in open wounds that signified your struggle and attempts of survival, dried streaks of tears disturbing the dirt that smudged against your cheeks.

Clutching your body that lacked warmth against his chest, ignoring the lack of heartbeat that no longer accompanied him as he brought you back home to try and give you what little peace could still be offered to your tattered frame.

╰┈➤ Xiao

Despite being nothing more than a mere human, you had still managed to win over Xiao's heart, getting closer to the adeptus despite the predetermined fate of your love through the difference in your lifetimes.

After years he finally gave it a chance, letting you into his heart even if the overwhelming urge to push you away remained, yet the looming threat of your death came sooner than either of you had imagined.

He promised to always come when you called, yet the one time he failed to arrive was the one that cost your life. You couldn't blame him, even as you lay feeling your own blood soak through the clothes that clung to your withering body. You had called him many times before, never out of true need for protection, only wishing to see the man after a long day without his presence.

He had heard your calling the first time it happened, yet he let the urge to reach you pass as he continued with the fight before him, aiding the traveller with a commission he was in the vicinity of. Maybe it was another day of asking him assistance in the kitchen as you cooked yourself a meal, or perhaps you simply wished for a hug from him as you had the day prior.

Just him stopping as your voice rings out through his mind a second time, a significantly weaker call of his name, teleporting before the traveller can offer him a second glance. The image of your slumped form appearing before his eyes as he's consumed by an overwhelming silence, your pulse fading as he reaches out to your bloodied body. Simply holding you as the warmth he admired slowly fades from your face, glassy eyes burning into his memory.

The one time it truly mattered, he wasn't there.

╰┈➤ Zhongli

You, hailing from Khaenri'ah and being forced to live the curse of immortality, not knowing his true identity until Paimon let it slip one day you were having tea with the traveller.

You had grown a hatred towards the gods, willing to aid anyone if it meant their downfall, yet you had fallen in love with one of the worst in your mind. It was almost hard to imagine, your attentive lover that radiated nothing but love and kindness towards you being the one to destroy the homeland you held so dear.

You could no longer look at him without seeing the face of a murderer, the one who took away everything you had loved in one fateful day. The images of the red sky haunted your memory, but now that you had a face to blame that you desperately sought after you felt nothing but an ache in your chest.

Part of his mind knew you were Khaenri'ahn, something about you radiating the curse bestowed upon your people, yet he never truly considered how you both were never destined to love.

You were a sinner and he was a god, one that brought destruction to your home and still tried to claim your heart. In the end it succeeded, the betrayal burning deep within your immortal flesh as you replayed the worst day in the 500 years you walked Teyvat.

In the end you made your decision, walking away from the home you built together in hopes of starting over with someone that didn't pain your heart to look at. Maybe one day you could forgive him, to reunite with the one man you truly found yourself happy with, but for now you couldn't accept the secret he so carefully kept hidden from you for so many years.

The only trace of you that remained in your empty home upon his return was your wedding ring and tear stained note.

╰┈➤ Wanderer

In removing himself from Irminsul, removing any trace from the names he sought to leave behind, he never took into account that you would also forget him.

You were a ghost of his past, haunting the streets of Sumeru in a way only he truly understood. Overnight he went from the lover you swore forever with to nothing more than a passing face in the crowd, someone you wouldn't offer a second glance to in passing.

You could feel him watching you, an urge to talk to him surfacing in your mind, someone so familiar but nothing more than a mere stranger. You walk out of his life each day, only to return in a way that never healed his shattered heart. His face become something you searched for in the crowd when you walked through the flooded streets of the city, scurrying off at the feeling of his eyes tracing your movements.

In another timeline you would have found his attentiveness as something you admired, a blanket of comfort knowing he truly took the time to look out for you. Yet now it did nothing but unsettle you, the unblinking indigo eyes haunting you from beyond the crowds.

Fluff ♡Angst ☾

❥ Sunday

-> ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ɪꜰ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴡɪɴɢꜱ? ☾♡

-> Showering ♡

-> A moment to love ♡

-> ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴜꜱ ☾

❥ Jing yuan

-> Showering ♡

-> A moment to love ♡

-> Comfort (short fic) ♡

❥ Boothill

-> Showering ♡

-> A moment to love ♡

-> ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴜꜱ ☾

❥ Blade

-> A moment to love ♡

❥ Dan heng

-> A moment to love ♡

❥Random thoughts (Multi)

-> Shower edition (sfw) ♡

-> Parental edition ♡

->Valentines special! (400-550 words each) ♡

->Angst thoughts -> Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 ☾

-> Small thoughts/ head cannons ♡

-> Some head cannons/ tropes ☾♡

❥ Giulio Gandini

-> Angst scenario ☾

❥ Rody Soul

-> Angst scenario ☾

❥Random thoughts (Multi)

-> Cute little thoughts ♡

-> Some head cannons/ tropes ☾♡

❥ Kyryll Chudomirovich Flins

-> lovers in arms, lovers in death. -> Forever in vows

❥Random thoughts (Multi)

Spoiler warnings for end if MHA and amphoreus!

Overprotective (but good)

Your partner who falls in love with you more everyday, almost like it's your first time meeting again. Literally worships the ground you walk on and praises you like their own deity, will physically try to fight someone who thinks they can get a little too friendly with you. Tiring at times but you can't deny that their feelings are genuine.

->Boothill, Argenti, Hawks, Atsuhiro Sako/Compress

Pets

Your partner that's the equivalent of the "I don't want it, if you get it it's your problem. I don't want anything to do with it." dad then will spend any spare moment they get cradling your pet like their own blood. You'll wake up in the middle of the night to them sprawled out on the floor with them or being obnoxiously loud in the kitchen "sneaking" a snack for them.

->Veritas Ratio (Cat person, fight me), Shota Aizawa, Shuichi Iguchi/ Spinner

"You're my whole world" until you weren't

Your partner who promised you the world, who loved you through thick and thin and would do anything if it meant keeping you by their side. Who swears you're the most important thing to them, something precious until you aren't. Your love never truly mattered compared to the world/ their goal, and in the end you're the first person they were willing to sacrifice.

->Blade, Sampo, Toshinori Yagi/ All might, Touya Todoroki/Dabi, Geten Himura

"You're my whole world" and they meant it.

Your partner who is willing to give up anything if it meant keeping you safe, who lay down their life in an instant if it meant they could see your smile just one more time. Would let the world burn over and over before even letting the thought of putting you in harms way cross their mind.

->Phainon, Mydeimos, Moze Bonus: Toga Himiko (plaonic/ sibling bond)

In denial

Your partner who finds something that reminds them of you, "my spouse would love this." "Oh, these were my partners favourite" "these would fit their style" then leaves them in your empty room to pile up and collect dust because they refuse to accept your death. Will use their free time to clean and redecorate your tombstone but does it to respect you, believes you will come back one day.

->Sunday, Jing yuan, Jin bubaigawara/ Twice

In denial 2

You're left clinging onto the memory of a person who will inevitably be lost to time, only having what was left behind in their room from before they stepped out without realising it was the last words you'd hear from them. There was nothing to retrieve after their death, physically losing your other half Left with one ring from a pair .

->Anaxagoras, Gallagher, Tomura Shigaraki None of them had a body to mourn, there is no grave.

->Just a short post cause I hadn't realised how long it's been since I've written something </3

❥What I write for: (In reference to rules)

→My Hero Academia (Pro heroes/villains/class 1a/ other major supporting characters)

→Genshin impact (Playable)

→ Honkai Star Rail (Playable)

⭒Highlighted are ones I'm more familiar with, happy to write for any though :))

❥Rules

** in reference to rules (end)

Will write: ** in reference to rules (end)

⭒Nsfw/ sfw content (incl smut, fluff, angst etc)**

⭒Aged up **

⭒Long fics or head cannons

⭒Multi-character under one prompt

⭒Romantic or platonic

⭒Gore (within reason)

⭒Polyamory (romantic)

⭒Gn/ fem/ masc reader (Will do male if requested, but I'm not overly confident and wouldn't wish to accidently offend anyone)

⭒Specified features (req)

→Will add as needed!

Won't write: 

⭒Incest (biological or step)

⭒Non-con/ dub-con 

⭒Oc or character x character

⭒Fetish content

⭒Cheating/ abuse 

⭒Paedophilia

⭒Ageplay

→Will add as needed!

⭒Please respect my boundaries when it comes to these, if it's under the won't write category it's due to it making me uncomfortable and upon request will be ignored/ deleted.

➤Additional rules

→While I have written longer fics, I tend to prefer shorter fics/ head cannons as it's easier for me. This does not mean I'm against long fics, but they won't be as common (excl reqs). While requesting I prefer keeping the plot somewhat open so it's easier to work around certain issues I may encounter.

→While nsfw content may come up in certain posts, this blog will still be considered and labelled as 16+ (with minimal interaction). While I'm not encouraging this content to be spread to minors, I'm not shaming those who read it either and can't control what media they consume. Though if under the age of 16, I have to request to not interact (under the age of consent in my country, which is where I draw the line personally.)

This is majorly in relation to aged up fics (non-canon) due to the idea of them, where we don't see the character as an adult throughout the media. I will not age up characters under the age of 16 and they will only be involved in fluff/ angst scenarios

⭒Feel free to call me by Pyract or Ray, I really don't mind :)

⭒She/ her, will accept neutral pronouns (they/them adjacent)

⭒My availability will vary as I tend to be busy, if I take a while to respond/ post please bare with me and I will try my best to keep on top of it :)

➤ Blog info- 16+ content will be on this blog (warnings will apply)

⭒I'm female and white-European/ Australian, due to this certain cultures and biological attributes don't apply to me. It isn't by intention if I exclude anyone and if this is to happen don't be afraid to point it out so I can fix it, I don't tend to proof read so it's likely I'll miss a mistake.

⭒I try to ensure my posts can be inclusive, though I may make mistakes. I tend to make it gender-neutral as best I can with the exception of specific requests. On non request posts, feel free to correct any misinformation that may affect this, though on specified requests this change won't always be viable.

⭒Any form of discrimination will not be tolerated, you will be blocked- I'm bisexual and even if certain things don't apply to me personally, I'd rather keep my blog a safe space.

⭒Some of my rules only apply to certain cases, feel free to reach out for further clarification if required.

☁︎ No specified gendered descriptions, referred to as "you"- Don't tag it as "Gn reader" just in case I make a mistake/ can be considered otherwise. ☁︎Trying out different formatting to find one I like :) ☁︎Not really any warnings, just relationship stuff- Potential spoilers for Amphoreus ! ☁︎Anaxagoras(3), Mydeimos(2), AE!Sunday(3), Moze(1) ☁︎had more ideas but forgot them by the time I got to them ->Back to Navigation!

╰┈➤Anaxagoras

𝖎 Slow Dancing

Despite being a man dedicated to his research and strict in nature, Anaxagoras found himself enjoying simple things with you the longer your relationship progressed. Silence was golden, a message he engraved within the rules he recited to each new figure that entered his life, yet he found himself relaxing into the gentle atmosphere of your words as you stood hand in hand. The hours the both of you spend swaying in each others embrace builds up, listening to the classical music he chose out as you let your head rest against his shoulder. Simply being wrapped in his arms, his coat placed over your shoulders as you take turns discussing whatever came to mind until you become tired. He'll then take it upon himself to bring you to your shared bedroom, whether it be walking with his arms lazily resting on your hips with his hands clasped in front of you or carrying you flush against his chest before throwing placing you on the bed.

𝖎𝖎 Cuddling

Cuddling with Anaxagoras after getting yourself a pair of matching droma onesies. You got them initially as what you believed would be a joke, pyjamas of a creature you knew he held admiration about, thinking it would be simply brushed off. Yet he took it seriously, and instead it became your new nightly routine. The fluffy hood with droopy horns that covered your face rubbing against his cheek as you nuzzle against him, discarding your usual blanket due to the thick material already holding enough warmth. What would have to be seasonal for you due to the risk of overheating would become his usual attire due to his inability to feel the temperature. Just you laying on his chest and running your fingers through his hair as he rambles on about something you can barely comprehend. You make sure for his sake his favourite droma plush is within reach on the bed for if he absentmindedly seeks comfort from the plushie. Y'all that plushie has seen some stuff.

𝖎𝖎𝖎 Physical contact

Being someone who's been derived of touch due to personal preference, Anaxagoras takes any chance he's offered at holding some form of contact with you. Cooking? he's behind you, arms on either side of you caging you between his chest and the counter as his head rests against your shoulder. Sitting somewhere reading? His head finds its way to your lap, running his pointer finger in circles on your thigh as he presses himself closer to your body. One of you are working? You're sat side by side, fingers interlocked as he fidgets with your wedding band, bringing your connected hands to his cheek to lean against. Type of person to hold your wrist as his teeth press into the flesh of your fingers/ palm, never hard enough to hurt but enough to feel the pressure that brings an odd comfort to the both of you. Habit of chewing on things (your hand or sleeves).

Can't explain how much I love this man and offended I am at how little screen time he was given. 3.2 broke me.

╰┈➤Mydeimos

𝖎"Babysitting"

Whether it was embarking on a simple walk around the market, or heading to a meeting with another Chrysos Heir, Mydeimos always found away to attract the attention of the smaller citizens. Despite his brash appearance, he had found himself growing soft towards the children, often spend more time than what you had to spare entertaining them. One day it could be hide and seek, another simply helping a lost kid return to their parents, either way you always managed to get roped into his shenanigans. First time playing with the neighbourhood kids, he grabbed one by the collar and held them before you finally reprimanded him on how not to hold kids He's a bit confused but he's got the spirit. Ends with you eventually leaving him alone with them, only to return later to find his hair messily braided with flowers threaded through the blonde strands.

𝖎𝖎 cuteness aggression

With his lack of comprehension for his own feelings at times, Mydeimos finds himself trying to express said emotions in less than favourable ways. What started as the urge to always be near you, to be making contact with your skin at every given moment you would allow, turned to him biting you. Never hard enough to draw blood or hurt for extended periods, just leaving you to feel the pressure from his jaw as blunt marks are left behind. Gravitates towards your shoulders/collar bone due to being able to hold you close, pressing the metallic tips of his gauntlets into your hips as he nips at your skin. Instead of kissing the indentations he leaves behind, instead licks them with actions similar to that of a cat. Will sometimes randomly hold your hand, kissing up your arm before biting into the flesh of your forearm.

╰┈➤AE!Sunday

𝖎 Pampering

Being someone as renowned as AE!Sunday, lacking some aspects of social understanding due to his upbringing, he opts to spoil you instead. Still uses certain terms of affection, mostly darling or love, but finds conveying his appreciation easier through the use of acts of service. It becomes a regular part of your mornings together, helping each other with small things to make the rest easier for him. Whether it's something as simple as you placing his outfit in a neat pile to spending longer perfecting his eyeliner and eyeshadow, he enjoys any simple moment you spare to give him attention. Will sit by your kitchen counter, watching you alternate between making breakfast and fastening the buckles around his wrists to ensure it doesn't slip. He often finds himself organising your stuff, moving the stuff you need for the day to an easily accessible spot so you don't have to search for them yourself. Leaves the room with a kiss to your forehead, already planning a way to show his appreciation for you, often returning with small gifts to fill where he lacks words of affection.

𝖎𝖎 Maintaining his wings

After finally finding it in himself to open up to you, to offer himself in his most vulnerable form, AE!Sunday finds comfort in you caring for his delicate wings. Starts off with his head on your lap as you sit on the edge of the bathtub, him occupying a small stool to your side. Your nails finding their way over the feathers, removing loosened and damaged ones while lathering them carefully with shampoo, rinsing them off for him before patting them dry with a fluffy towel. Turns into the both of you laying on your shared bed, arms wrapped around your waist as his head rests against your chest. Gently scratching near the base of his wings as you work on preening the otherwise perfect feathers. Having them flutter against your hand as you work over them, occasionally moving to run your finger through his hair as you listen to him talk about his latest adventure with the crew.

𝖎𝖎𝖎 Sleep

Helping each other fall asleep, reading stories or simply recalling happy moments where AE!Sunday can finally relax. Whether you simply couldn't sleep or were less exhausted physically than mentally after a long day of mishap, he took it upon himself to read you something to ease your mind and help you rest. Even if you often chose to tell him personal experiences, sometimes you would take the role of reading as he remains shaken from a nightmare. Leaning against the wall of your shared room, gently running your hand through his hair as he lay against your chest, listening to you read the lines from the book you chose. Always ends with you waking up with a terribly sore back, but seeing your lover peacefully sleeping with his arms around your waist drowns out any amount of annoyance you held.

╰┈➤Moze

𝖎 Petting you (Foxian!reader)

Moze who would kill someone for looking at him wrong, simply folds at the sight of you. Would follow you from a distance when you go out, not wishing to appear as overbearing but doesn't want the possible risk of you getting injured to occur. Watches almost curiously at the way your tail would sway in the wind, or the subtle twitch of your ears at the clash of sounds on the busy streets. Will sometimes randomly pop out and announce his presence by patting you on the head gently, sometimes rubbing the base of your ears if you're deep in thought. Never fails to scare the shit out of you at his sudden appearance, but he ignores forgets your displeased rant by the next time he does it.

On your days off, you often find place in his lap as he occasionally scratches by your ears, while you lean against his chest and attempt to nap despite the wandering hand that keeps making contact with your head. (Literally means no harm by it, just imagine a kid seeing something for the first time while being able to physically touch it instead of just admiring it.)

☁︎Just short little collection of thoughts of different scenarios! ☁︎Amphoreus spoilers! If you haven't played any of the 3.0 story onwards be warned (Not many, but would consider a few parts) ☁︎Warnings: Angst, death/ injury descriptions, illness ☁︎ No specified gender/ physical descriptions, referred to as "you" ☁︎Likely my last "angst thoughts" piece, only doing this one cause I had some ideas and using this as a way to elaborate on them before potentially expanding later :) (Mostly already done characters I just had second ideas for.) ->Back to Navigation!

☁︎Mydeimos, Sunday, Argenti, Jing yuan, Dan heng, Blade

☁︎Previous parts: Part 1, Part 2

╰┈➤Mydeimos (Based on the final (fight) 3.1 cutscene)

You getting stabbed through the chest protecting him from the Flame Reaver, but he can't hold you until after your final breath because the fight isn't over yet.

The last time he sees you alive is as you put your own body between his own and the blade directed at his tenth thoracic vertebra, knowing Phainon wouldn't have made it in time. Mydei continuing to fight without being able to check the extent of your injuries, having to rely on the slim hope it wasn't fatal.

The next time he sees you, it's as he makes the agonizing walk to where you fell, watching as the trailblazer tries to console the small winged girl weeping beside your body. When he finally has you in his arms again, your eyes have already clouded over, the material of your top bloodied from where the blade pierced your chest.

Mydei stays longer than the rest, watching as they leave to give him time alone with you before he has to say his final goodbye. Even if death was inevitable for you, a mere mortal, it reached you earlier than the Chrysos heir could anticipate.

╰┈➤Sunday

You were once lovers, now nothing more than strangers, never able to meet again.

You had made a deal, signed a contract that subjected you to eternal separation, taking the place of Robin. You gave them the chance to both be free, to reunite at the cost of your own love for Sunday. You no longer knew of him, your memories of him were forever lost as your payment of the deal.

Sunday was the opposite, able to recall every moment from your relationship in flawless detail. He took it upon himself to seek you out once, under the guise of a false identity, yet you held no reaction to his name. You were reduced to nothing but a shell of who he once knew, someone to observe but never hold close.

He would hear about you from Robin, the two of you still remaining friends despite everything, only for you to turn your back at the mere sight of him. It as if you were being controlled, compelled to further the distance between the both of you, never sharing even the most simple of words.

╰┈➤Argenti (from Character Story: Part IV)

You falling at the hands of an old friend who lost their humanity, giving your own life for his.

They were no longer the comrade he once knew, a beast lost in the pursuit of power. Even as their claws flashed before his vision, Argenti struggled to lift his weapon against someone who was once a dear friend. He only acted after your body embraced his, large gashes opening on your back as he heard you cry out in pain.

He eventually ended the trial, finishing the battle before running to your side. Despite the thick armour that encased your frame, the metal was nothing against the claws of an inhuman beast. Even as he clung onto you, rushing you towards where you could be given medical attention, you were slipping further from consciousness.

Even as he tried to ignore the warm feeling of your blood seeping through the palms of his gloves, he couldn't cast aside the words you were weakly mumbling to him. You knew you weren't going to make it, that it was still too far for you to even think of being healed. It was mostly incoherent, barely conveying your message of wanting him to keep going towards his dream without you, but you pushed through the pain for another minute before falling limp.

Even if he knew you were gone, he kept moving, promising to being you back home no matter what.

╰┈➤Jing yuan

Jing yuan hadn't planned on taking on the role of a father, yet he couldn't deny your dying wish.

He had fallen for you before meeting your son, yet upon the discovery his feelings only deepened. Yanqing was a delight, a boy with a heart full of passion despite his steps still being wobbly. Your small family may have been odd, but it was all either of you could have asked for.

Until you fell ill, a sudden disease they failed to find a cure for, leaving Jing yuan alone to protect the bundle of joy that was your son. He was no means perfect, simply trying to keep the boy happy and loved to the best of his ability.

Training your son so young and taking him as an apprentice wasn't his initial plan, but he allowed him to follow his passion. He just hoped if you were watching over them, you were proud of how far he's come as a father.

(When it says "your son" it doesn't have to mean biological, could be adoptive or imagined as a younger sibling who sees you as a parent so you refer to him as such since you're his sole caregiver initially.)

╰┈➤Dan heng

Dan heng who had failed the promise that he hadn't made, never even having the chance.

He knew you from his memories, someone dear to his past incarnation. Even if he didn't know you himself, he had a promise to fulfil, to find you again and give your relationship a chance if he were to remember you. If not for his past self, he wanted to give you the option of happiness by his side, even if it were to take years of being friends first.

After his return to the Luofu and his banishment being lifted, he made it his mission to find you. He searched all the places from his memory, from a garden you enjoyed tea at to your favourite restaurant, yet you were no where to be found. In the end, he arrived at the Seat of Divine Foresight, seeking answers from an old friend.

He got his answer, something he spend hours seeking, yet he couldn't find any pleasure in the discovery. The pain from Jing yuan as he spoke was clear, recalling having to be the one to take your life. You were overtaken by mara, turning into a mindless creature as you lost your humanity completely.

Dan heng left the building with nothing more than a shattered locket and a broken promise.

╰┈➤Blade You who was doomed by the script.

Blade was forced to watch as you inevitably met your brutal end, blood seeping from your butchered arm and the lacerations that covered your chest. You were near unrecognisable from a first glance, crimson covering the left side of your face as he kneeled beside your weakening form.

When the script had an important death entwined, he had imagined that of his own, yet he instead was subjected to witnessing his lover slowly accepting death. You weren't angry, especially not at him, only grasping his hand with your uninjured one.

He wanted to scream, to curse at you to get up and not leave him, but his words got caught in his throat as you simply smiled up at him. Your heart eventually stopped, yet he never released your hand from his bandaged one, even as they began to stain with your blood. he could feel the deepening stare against his back from the magenta eyes of a woman unbothered by your passing.

☁︎Just short little collection of thoughts of different scenarios! ☁︎Amphoreus spoilers! If you haven't played any of the 3.0 story onwards be warned (Not many, but would consider a few parts) ☁︎Warnings: Angst, death/ injury descriptions, illness ☁︎ No specified gender/ physical descriptions, referred to as "you", ☁︎Mydeimos, Anaxagorus, Gallagher, Aventurine, Dr Ratio, Jiaoqiu (continuation) ☁︎Part 1 here, part 2 here ->Back to Navigation!

╰┈➤Mydeimos (+Tribbie)

Mydei who after losing you had to relearn the simple things you used to help him with. Some days waking up forgetting you're gone, seeking you out thinking you're walking about somewhere after rising early.

You who used to sit down with him, talking about plans while braiding his hair, now gone forcing him to do it himself. Some people wouldn't even realise you had passed, him doing everything in his power to stop everything else from changing.

With you both being "parents" (the cities children who just love you), having to explain to them why you aren't coming to play with them anymore or give them gifts like you used to.

Like to imagine Tribbie would be naturally close to you, seeing you as a parental figure, who tries to be positive that she'll "see you tomorrow" but takes it just as hard as Mydei. The two of them trying to cheer up the other but in the end just making themselves realise further that you aren't coming back.

╰┈➤Anaxagorus (Spoiler warning!)

Anaxa losing you in the same incident that took his own life, yet only one of you were given a core flame and revived. Him waking up breathing again just for your body to remain unmoving, pulse long gone.

Him pushing that people use his full name, not only because he sees it as disrespectful but because it's what you called him. Wishes to keep it as your designated nickname, as both a way to respect and remember you.

Imagine you both who liked gifting small things, rings in particular, with Anaxa wearing them each day without failure. Never taking them off in fear of losing them, with them becoming apart of his normal attire. Wears an extra ring that you never gifted him, matching the one tucked away in a small box that he never got to give you.

╰┈➤Gallagher

Instead of him losing you, he was the one lost in the end. You knew it would happen eventually, he didn't exist, he was never meant to accomplish anything other than his mission. Yet it still hurt when he inevitably disappeared.

You who took it upon yourself to release "Sleepie" with the help of the trailblazer, letting go of what felt like the last piece of him that remained living in hopes that one of you could be happy. Though you later find the creature in search of Gallagher, coming to you in a means of finding him.

The man who begins to fade from the dreamscape, with people and memories slowly forgetting him, yet you can't seem to stop thinking about him. You keep a small locket with his photo, yet each day he looks less recognisable as time moves on without him.

╰┈➤Aventurine

Aventurine who saw you as a friend, someone who he could confide in on his home planet, the only person he had left besides his sister. Yet you fell alongside everything he knew, leaving him the only known survivor of your world. The only one to hold your memory.

He fell in love with a ghost, imagining you growing up beside him, being able to free himself and move on to a new life with you. He began to drive himself insane, living as if you were there the whole time as a comfort, though it did more harm than good.

Who after falling into the deepest part of the dreamscape sees you again, finally letting you rest as he walks away from his past.

╰┈➤Dr Ratio

Dr Ratio who loses you early into your relationship to an illness he failed to detect, blaming himself for your death and using it as a motive to keep working on his studies. Imagines a world where he saved you as his end goal, that somehow if he found an answer it could bring you back.

Him picking up sculpting as a way of preserving your memory, engraved in stone for years to come. Having a room dedicated to solely you, each sculpture doing something you loved as if you were still there.

Refers to you as if you were still alive, never failing to mention you in conversation when he sees fit. His students believe you're still breathing, as if at any moment you would walk in to deliver something to him, yet you never come. And only he knows why.

╰┈➤Jiaoqiu (Please read part 1 for context!)

Less like idea, more just my thoughts since the last part.

Since he's a foxian, I imagine his anatomy to be different depending on if it's more based on his human side or not. If his body, specifically his digestive system, is more canine based then this idea isn't as plausible.

But if he's more human

He'd likely fall ill from the consumption of the raw blood and organs that weren't cooked, maybe he get's a deadly bloodborne disease?

Worst part is, he's a doctor so he'd see the signs. If not initially of what you had been doing, he'd know from the telling's of his own body. Nausea, fatigue, fever. He would know.

But would he seek to get treatment or let the possibly fatal disease choose his fate?

He hasn't fulfilled his promise of curing Feixiao yet, but can imagine his losing motivation from your death. While he isn't killing himself, he isn't stopping the disease that could potentially end his life.

Or, he takes your sacrifice as his reason for moving forward, for living his life to the fullest because that's what you would have wanted.

Just some thoughts I had for it, might just die who knows.

╰┈➤ Note

I might do him in another one of my pieces but y'all.. Sue me. I don't really like Phainon. Like I see the appeal but his design doesn't do it for me 😔 He is pretty though. (I also just didn't have any ideas for him)

it was amazing, I cried thrice just from reading, your writing and ideas that share on this platform are simply incredible!!

Aww I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

Funny thing is, originally I didn't plan on actually adding Jiaoqiu's part. While I had the idea previously didn't exactly have it in mind while writing it and when I first did wasn't planning on posting it cause thought it might be quite strange.

Then realised that people make weirder things and I can't give two fucks. (I did tune down on the descriptions, though they might make it to the extended one)

☁︎First proper post back in a bit over a month! Will start writing longer stuff again but gonna go a little slower for now. ☁︎Short! Might write longer fics on specific one's at a later date but more just putting my thoughts down currently! (Lowkey cooked these up at like 1am while laying in bed) ☁︎ Warnings: Angst, just angst with no comfort. Love angst even though it physically hurts me to read or write, Mentions of death/ loss. Gore and cannibalism for Jiaoqiu's part ☁︎ No specified gender/ physical descriptions, referred to as "you", Jiaoqiu has a longer part cause first time writing for him :) ☁︎ Jing yuan, Blade, Sunday, Dan heng, Boothill, Jiaoqiu ☁︎Part 2, Part 3 ->Back to Navigation!

╰┈➤ Jing yuan

You being his spouse at the same time he had Mimi, someone who helped care for the big cat. Not being a long life species, you were bound to pass before him and when you did, he kept everything of yours tucked away somewhere to preserve your memory. Yet as more time passes, he slowly begins to forget your face and over the centuries all his photos of you eventually end up lost or destroyed.

Imagine Jing yuan napping more frequently the longer that passes trying to engrave your face into his memories, but with each passing day your face becomes more and more blurry.

Eventually he forgets you all together, only having a name that no longer holds any meaning.

╰┈➤Blade

Yingxing being hopelessly in love with you but never asking you out, knowing his time with you would be limited due to your species being that of a longer life span. A while after his "death" you also pass, never finding out of his true feelings, seemingly hitting the end of your love story that never took off.

You meet again in your next life, running into your reincarnation constantly during his time in Penacony, two lost souls who managed to find their way back to each other. Yet, you don't remember him and you are one of the only things he does recognise from his past.

Blade who is now stuck with you, never losing his past feelings and forced to watch as you start anew with someone else because he was nothing more than a stranger now.

╰┈➤ Sunday

Sunday doing everything in his power to reinforce the dreamscape, to make it the place for you to spend out the rest of his life together. When he loses his fight and everything comes crumbling down, being taken in by the Astral express, he loses you too.

Not because of any deal that caused eternal separation, simply the fact that the dreamscape was the only thing keeping you from being simply a memory. He had already lost you, yet the place created allowed you to return to his side.

He had refused to accept your death when it happened, now it was like you had died all over again.

╰┈➤ Dan heng

You who he had never even met, never uttered a word to yet falling for. Dan heng who retained some of his previous incarnations memories, including those of you. He could never have you, didn't even know if you were still alive. Couldn't even recall your name but he found himself growing attached.

He was stuck in the past, living through someone else's eyes, yet he didn't care if it meant being closer to you.

Though you were forever out of reach.

╰┈➤ Boothill

Boothill who after the loss of his family and home planet, keeps a flash drive of his happiest memories somewhere easily accessible to him. Often spends his nights when he isn't completing bounties just watching through his life with you and your adopted daughter like a movie.

Though he eventually loses the drive, maybe destroyed or simply misplaced in a haze, feeling as if a part of his was lost. Gave up his own mortal body to extend his life to avenge you, but without the constant reminder he cherished begins losing hope.

╰┈➤ Jiaoqiu (This is based on a theory(?) I saw of borisin meat being capable of healing, gore and cannibalism warning!)

Jiaoqiu who after losing his vision to the poison, slowly starts losing hope of finding someone able to heal the injury. You, his spouse who was born with borisin blood, feeling guilty even though you had no part in the incident in the shackling prison. Wanting to do something, anything if it meant helping him, you used yourself to heal him.

As a denizen of the abundance, your body had something that was keeping you seemingly immortal, healing you beyond something natural. You exploited it, at the risk of your own life.

It started off small, extracting your blood and using it as "medicine". Yet it wasn't enough, and you were too stubborn to fail the promise of restoring his eyesight. Then it was half of your own vision, an eye for an eye. Still nothing.

Without knowing he was eating away at you. Literally. The incision from the kidney you tore out of your own body was messily stitched, chunks of your flesh missing. Even if he Jiaoqiu could tell something was wrong, he never mentioned it, ignoring the distinctive, metallic scent that made his nose twitch is discomfort. He had always liked your cooking, yet the meat began to feel off the more days that passed.

Bandages became like a second skin to you, ivory stained with a deep crimson that kept spreading. Maybe it was more he needed, maybe something of more worth, you weren't going to stop until he could see again.

Your liver? You can live with half of one.

If it meant repaying the sins of your species and their crimes, you were willing to sacrifice your body for your lover.

And eventually it began to work, Jiaoqiu waking up being able to see. Albeit blurry, he could see, to make out the shape of your stumbling form coming closer to your shared bed he occupied. You had succeeded in fulfilling your promise, just for his last memory of you to be that of you collapsing covered in poorly wrapped bandages and sloppy stitches over your abdomen.

╰┈➤ Note

Don't know what possessed me to write Jiaoqiu's, not my usual thing but I got the idea and lowkey had to write that down.

☁︎Lowkey just a heap of stupid ideas I had for different characters I thought were funny/ cute. Might extend on a few of these into longer fics if I find the time :) ☁︎Going back to finishing some requests after this! Sometimes read and can't process what I just read so might take a while to finish them all! Feel free to request but might be a bit slow at the moment, but I'll get through them when I can! ☁︎Not really any warnings other than swearing (Tried to keep it to a minimum but habit when I can't think of a fitting word)! Gn/ unspecified reader :)) ->Back to Navigation!

╰┈➤ Katsuki Bakugo who follows a strict routine he set for himself to get the most out of the day, in bed by exactly 8:30. Yet he coincidently always happens to be awake when you try to sneak in and cuddle under the covers with him. Gets annoyed at you for "interfering" with his schedule, but he never lets himself fall asleep if he knows your planning to visit, even if at ridiculous hours of the night. ╰┈➤ Shoto Todoroki who lacks certain aspects of understanding when it comes to social cues, specifically the idea of personal space after you start dating. Will stand behind you breathing down your neck just wanting to be near you, not realising how odd it appears to anyone passing by. Similarly, will practically sit ON you instead of beside you, squeezing between you and anyone/anything so he can sit right beside you.

╰┈➤ Izuku Midoriya who often forgets or simply doesn't realise when his habit of rambling starts, sometimes scaring the shit out of you when he suddenly breaks the silence. Will need you to sometimes cover his mouth when out in public before he says something that would accidently make any sane person uncomfortable. Talked about murder out of context at least a few times and got y'all kicked out of somewhere </3

╰┈➤ Tenya Iida who understands the concept of money and it's overall value, but frankly doesn't care when it comes to you. Buys you awfully expensive items that reminds him of you/ thinks you'll like, hiding just how much he actually spent so you don't reject it (you know, you just don't have the heart to tell him.) Will gift you like it's only something small and beat himself up for not getting you something better (It cost more than what you make in 3 months). Prides himself on responsibility but it all falls out the window when about his decisions around you.

╰┈➤ Eijiro Kirishima who shows you off like some sort of deity, constantly praising anything and everything you do. Accidently degrades himself while praising you, saying how he doesn't deserve you (he's literally an angel :(( ). Will do anything for you, if you ask him or not, choosing to show just how much he loves you through his actions not just words. Tells you he loves you at least 5 times a day <3

╰┈➤ Neito Monoma who respects you even if you're in class 1a, never speaking poorly of you even when shitting on your class. Stops whenever you're nearby and starts acting all sweet like he wasn't badmouthing each of your classmates to their faces minutes prior. Another one who worships your every movement and the ground you walk on, but instead of degrading himself puts everyone else but the both of you down. (My favourite little menace)

╰┈➤ Hitoshi Shinsou who without fail whenever you're alone hands you some random ass cat inspired thing that reminded him of you. First it was a small succulent pot, next some really doped out looking cat plushie, then a little keychain of a black cat with a witches hat.. it just kept going. Gets you wondering how he manages to keep finding these objects, and how he always manages to have one when you see each other unplanned (He has a little hidden pocket where he stores the little strange trinkets) ╰┈➤ Rody Soul who sometimes activates his quirk, summoning Pino, at the most random hours of night. Will get woken up by your sudden screams, thinking you had a nightmare only for it to have been Pino scaring the shit out of you by sitting on your chest in the middle of the night and scrutinizing your very being (lovingly). Has been forced as a result to spend the next day begging for forgiveness for Pino's actions (He had a dream of you and she was just admiring you with the same level of affection as him, just hers a bit more creepy..)

╰┈➤ Mirio togata who even after years of practice with his quirk, happens to forget what activating it in normal clothes does. Has tried to phase through the ground to surprise you with his sudden appearance just to end up flashing you, both of you now sitting in embarrassment while your struggling to breathe through your laughter. Apologises before joining you in going along with your everyday life (It will happen again)

╰┈➤ Tamaki Amajiki who uses you as a form of protection, not from physical danger but from people trying to communicate with you both. Will hold your hand in his and stand right against your back, head often against yours or on your shoulder while he lets you talk for him as well as yourself. As soon as you finish, will drag you away to a more secluded area and embrace you with more confidence as a way of showing his appreciation for never complaining about his shying away from socialising.

╰┈➤ Giulio Gandini who chooses to not wear his eyepatch when you're both alone, trusting you in his most vulnerable form. Who is able to use his robotic eye as a camera, recording your interactions to preserve the memory. Often pulls up these moments on the screen of his prosthetic arm when you're apart, watching through them when he misses you. Moves certain ones to a USB and prints out photos to give you (some in lockets, some just as a copy to frame) leaving you confused on how he managed to get them. (I love him so much :(( lowkey the main reason I liked the 4th movie sm)

╰┈➤ Touya Todoroki/ Dabi who will only let you help when it comes to dyeing his hair (aka forces you when the black is washing out to help fix it up). Will sit on a random chair he dragged in or the edge of the bathtub while you touch up his roots, probably moves constantly unless you hold his head in place. Gets you to join him in the shower to help wash through it, being a little shit about it and smudging the dye on you so it'll stain.

╰┈➤ Tomura Shigaraki who refuses to touch you with all 5 of his fingers, even after he's confident in his abilities to control his quirk. Will always have a finger lifted from your body while he holds you in his embrace, wearing artist gloves when sleeping beside you just to be safe. Holds your hand constantly when alone like the touch starved person he is but never has a proper grasp, loosely intertwining your fingers while he leaves his pinkie away from your hand.

╰┈➤ Shota Aizawa who similar to his son has a habit of handing you random stuff when he returns home, though his are more concerning. If you had a nickel for every time he came home to hand you a kitten he found in an alley, you would have two but it was very strange it happened twice. Came home after his long shift one night and handed you a cat like it was just another causal Wednesday. So anyways you guys have 2 cats now :))