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I dont actually know what to write rn, im lacking motivation and im so buys rn, maybe i can do some headcanon any1 want or what? 😞

hello, fellow omi-omi stan! buttt I'm afraid I'm here to ask for a genshin fic hehe

if you do multiple characters, what do you think of diluc + kaeya + zhongli + childe finding their s/o dead after defending their child? the kid is alright, but the s/o, unfortunately, isn't.

the heartstrings need a good tugging today I think. wonderful work with your fics btw ✨

loved, and loved, and lost you

a/n: oh MY i've been looking forward to doing this ask, HI OMI NATION HI, and i hope you enjoy the hurt i'm about to offer. tbh i don’t like how this turned out at all but oh well-

plot: the character finds the reader dead after protecting their kid

contains: diluc, kaeya, tartaglia

warnings: children (i know some of you hate that) death, mentions of violence, blood, traumatic experiences, self-blaming, panicking proceed only if you're comfortable with the topics!

tartaglia

even though he had been introduced to a big family at the very start of his life, and never imagine his own adult life any different, from a very young age tartaglia had his doubts about eventually becoming a father.

obviously, he had wanted that, and always had known he wouldn't feel as accomplished without it. his mindset, however, was doubted in his second year serving the tsaritsa. he was merely an agent, a damn good one, but still no more than a little agent, seemingly unrecognizable. still, as he watched one of the "enemies of state"' he was sent to kill die beneath him, the guy, coughing blood and staining the teenager's brand new uniform, muttered a sentence that was to be forever engraved inside ajax's, or later tartaglia's brain.

"tonia" the guy said, smiling, even in the face of inevitable death. the boy's glance turned from disgusted to fierce as he rapidly turned his attention to the dying figure at the sound of his beloved sister's name, sister's who was merely a little girl at the time, not even ten. "oh, so my research had been correct" the guy smiled "you better keep a close eye on her if you decided to do me like this. there will be consequences."

ultimately nothing bad happened to tonia, but it was enough to send the young fatui agent's head into overdrive, fear not leaving him for months, moral of the story overshadowing on all his future life plans.

that's when he decided, there was no family to even consider starting until he had left the fatui, and snezhnaya too, if possible. and even then, he still wasn't sure if he'd be able to put both his future spouse and the kid, or kids, in that kind of danger, how bad would that make him, right?

you, your smiles and reassurance, your lighthearted approach, your charm, all that fouled him into believing his teenage nightmares were nothing more than just that, into feeling safe, like the danger was no longer there. like there was no one on his back.

so there he was, a fatui harbinger, recognizable, feared and loathed by far too many far too powerful people. with a family.

there he was,

"my lord?" a quiet, almost frightened voice was heard throughout his cold office.

"more courage, or i might not hear" he joked, still not lifting his gaze from the papers he had yet to fill through, a young mage from his own squad approaching him with a device.

"it's about the security cameras you had installed back at your house" she mumbled, startled by how fast he had turned around. he reached out a hand, urging her to pass him the screen.

the video was blurry, and in a very bad quality, but he still could make out the three figures standing in his living room - one, he didn't recognize, presumably a man, tall and with a covered face, two - obviously you, three - your daughter on the floor, hiding behind the table leg. he could feel the blood in his veins speeding up like almost never, visibly distressed by what he was watching.

"what the fu-" he wanted to say, but was interrupted by a voice from the video.

"send lord tartaglia my best regards" the deep voice stated, before his arm swayed forward, and just like that, your body fell to the floor with a dull thump.

everyone present in the office felt shivers run down their spines, watching closely as childe's eyes widened in shock, some could swear tiny little electric sparks escaped his tight grip on the device, before he threw it across the table, leaving in a hurry, not even bothering to throw his coat on.

he raced his way to the house, ignoring the burn in his chest, and vision blurrying with tears immediately after he wiped them away.

no.

no!

this wasn't happening, it was for sure a cruel prank, either scaramouche's or dottore's, both of these lazy bastards would for sure be able to come up with a plan as twisted. there was no other option.

no, he refused to believe this. he was so cautious! for once in his life, he cared about security guidelines and procedures, he went to incredible distances to hide whatever personal information of yours might've been leaked somewhere. hell, he even accepted all your fights and tantrums over how secretive and stressed he was. all of it, he did.

hence, there was no way that he would actually see what he saw on the tape when walking through the-

the first thing he heard was a string of faint "wake up" 's coming from a throat soared by screaming. the next - choked up cries, sentences slurred beyond recognition.

he leaned against the doorframe, feeling blood rushing away from his head at the sight before him.

he wanted to scream, too, he wanted to run out and find whoever did this, whoever forever stained his home with blood of the one, the only one he truly loved. he wanted to burn the world to the ground, with all those bastards along, doesn't matter who did it. everyone who ever dared even turn a bad eye on him deserved to be slayed by the wrath of his blades, everyone deserved to face justice-

that was all that filled his mind, up until his terrified gaze locked with the one of his only daughter. her huge eyes were red and glossy, and her hands shook, stained with crimson red blood.

"hey" he attempted to calm his voice, kneeling down to her level. "hey, hey, hey, don't look there, look at me" he pleaded, his hands moving to lock her face from looking over at you.

"they're not- they're- they're not-" she struggled to say over the tears, and he nodded.

"no, forget that, everything is fine, we're fine. don't be scared, princess" he urgently hugged her, for he didn't want her to see the tears gathering in his eyes. "shh, you're safe, you're safe now."

he used the moment when she was forced to face away from you to grab your cold wrist with his hand, fingers moving to find pulse, but he couldn't.

he barely managed to stop yet another scream from coming out, piercing pain stabbing his heart further than any dagger. his own hands began shaking as he began truly realizing what happened.

he had hoped to sense a slight pumping of blood through your veins, he hoped there was still a chance, but the cold of your skin painfully reminded him that he came in too late. he failed. he failed, but why was it you who suffered the consequences?

his panic spiral was once again interrupted by his daughter who began to struggle to catch her breath over sobs.

"princess" he called out to her "you won't be able to breathe if you don't relax. come on, i'll do it with you. ready?"

he began slowly walking her through her obvious panicking, an encouraging smile never leaving his lips, though dispair and hatred seeped through his eyes, showing his wrath more evidently that words ever could.

"i- i don't know what happened-" she finally managed to say, him nodding along.

"it's okay. it's not your fault, sunshine, don't worry about it. let's- let's think about something else, okay? something happy? what always makes my little princess happy, hm?"

"i- there was a, a man, but- it’s so blurry-"

"baby, that man's gone, don’t worry about him no more” tartaglia forced out his most reassuring smile, even though all he felt was anger and pain, praying his daughter won’t notice.

all he wanted was to temporarily make her feel safe again, but the talent to deal with kids, the talent he was born with, basically, seemed to be nowhere in sight as he struggled to find the right words to explain the situation.

the girl then leaned forward to hide her face in his red scarf, a thing she used to do a lot whenever she was nervous or scared.

“you’re safe, sunshine, daddy’s got you now, okay?” he could feel his voice beginning to crack, but kept going, hoping he would last just one more moment. “my brave little girl. the bravest they make” his fingers played with the girl’s thin hair, the other hand running up and down her back in soothing motions.

from where they were sitting now, he could clearly look over at the floor, and see you. tartaglia was a man used to both death, blood, and violence, but for the first time in forever, he felt his stomach do flips at the sight.

how was it possible? how could he keep promising that little innocent girl that he’s gonna protect her, if he didn’t even succeed at protecting you?

his body shook and threatened to give out as he covered the girl’s eyes, scooping her in his arms and taking over to her aunt’s, where she would be safe and sound as he made sure everyone responsible payed a good price for ever messing with his family.

first, though, he had to return home, or more likely, his house, since no place was a home without you in it, and take care of, well, the scene. but without someone to soothe, without having to be strong for someone, being all alone with you and his thoughts, he couldn’t even collect himself enough to pick you up.

he fell down to his knees the moment he entered the living room, hand curled in a fist, and resting on your still chest, sobs escaping his throat at an uncontrollable pace.

“i’m sorry” he first whispered, and kept repeating until it became a scream. “fuck, love, i’m so sorry”

what was sorry gonna do for you now, he thought, all he ever did was apologize. it was all the fault of his stupidity and naiveness, how could he ever be so blind?

his back leaned against the wall as he cradled your body closer to him, hugging you the tightest he could, as if that was gonna bring you back to him.

what was even the point in becoming stronger, if no power he had was able to stop this? you fraud, he told himself, you’re still the same scared, sheepish little boy, you haven’t change a bit. you’re still as useless and still as weak.

and here’s your price for that.

kaeya

this man had terrible experiences with family. his biological father only used him, and left him alone. kaeya didn’t even call him by that title in thoughts, he had lost the right to call himself his father the moment he left the poor boy outside of the dawn winery hoping for gods know what.

it took years to warm up and feel welcomed in the wonderful family that took him in, but the moment he started to feel comfortable considering master crepus his father, the man had died, and his biological son grew to despise kaeya’s guts.

the boy didn’t even feel like he deserved to have time to grieve over the traumatic incident, since he was nothing but a liar, and home-wrecker.

so naturally, he didn’t consider himself to be a good father material. how was he supposed to know what to do? what proof did he have that he wouldn’t be as shitty as his own father? that he wouldn’t run away like him? obviously he thought he would never do that, but what if it was just fated? running through the blood of his biological family?

he panicked when he found out he didn’t have a choice anymore, and was going to be a dad anyway. he wouldn’t show it, not to you, at least, but he had been terrified to the bone, up until the kid was born.

all it took for his doubts and fears to go away was for his firstborn son to mindlessly grab his finger when he was first laid in his arms.

love so unconditional and strong that he felt dizzy swept him off his feet, leaving him speechless and dumbfounded. after that he was sure, he would rather die than fuck up like his own father did.

and so his life went on peacefully, minor fights with diluc being the only thing disrupting his newly found peace. for once, he was certain he wouldn’t come home to a cold home, because now not only did he have you, his love and lifeline, but also a little walking bundle of joy, happy every time he’d see him.

so imagine his surprise when he was greeted with nothing but silence, the type that rings in your ears and creates an unsettling feeling in your stomach.

“darling?” he called out into the room “ya home yet?”

slowly and carefully he started to examine the place, looking for any sight of you, but every room he entered was painfully empty.

“baby?” he asked one more time, coming into your shared bedroom. you weren’t there, you also weren’t in the bathroom connected to the room, so he intended to leave and look some place else, but a small voice made him stop in his tracks.

“dad? is- is that you?” the whisper was coming from under the bed, and kaeya turned over his heels with a confused look.

if he’s home, you should be too, right?

he knelt on the floor and bent to look under his bed, to find an absolutely terrified figure of your son, holding his knees close to his chest.

“buddy?” kaeya chuckled “what on earth are you doing here?”

he offered the boy a hand, and pulled him out of his hiding place, settling him in his lap, fixing his hair.

“why’re ya home alone? were you grounded? now, be honest with me” he said with faux seriousness, a gentle smile lingering on his lips, but the boy just wrapped his arms around kaeya’s neck, quiet cries leaving his throat as he sniffled and mumbled something the man couldn’t quite get.

“hey, hey. easy now, whatever you did, i’m sure i can negotiate and get you out of trouble.”

“my room” the kid whispered “something came into my room. something not- not human”

kaeya stifled at the words.

the abyss order?

no, that couldn’t be. why would they strike at his family home? he was just another one of the knights. his office would be a far more attractive striking point.

right?

“buddy, we covered monsters from wardrobes and from under the bed already, they’re not real, remember? uncle aether was just scaring you that one time-“ he kept explaining in a soothing manner, up until he pushed the door open with his foot. “holy fuck” he whispered, unconsciously covering the little boy’s eyes. “listen, chief, be a good boy for me and wait right here, aight?”

with that, he put the kid down, and closed the door right before his eyes, forgetting about the danger that could still be present.

he only heard blood rushing through his veins and his heart beating out of his chest, and only thought of you.

he rushed to your side, hands gently patting your cheeks to wake you up.

“oi, come on, don’t pull this on me” he laughed almost historically “wake up, alright, prank’s over, you won”

he shook your body for a good minute, calling out for you and denying the fact that was already getting to him, until he finally realized - you weren’t breathing, there was no pulse, and the water that mixed with your blood on the floor indicated clearly who was responsible for this.

a strained sob came out of his throat, eyes roaming to notice one of his swords in your hand, fingers curled on the handle.

you were- you died-

protecting your son?

“i should’ve been there” he whispered to the room, eyes wide and set on nothing in particular “fuck, i should’ve saved the both of you, if only i-“

there was no if only. he wasn’t at the bar, he wasn’t bothering diluc for no reason, he wasn’t out with rosaria. he was just doing his job, he was working, like any other day.

it wasn’t anything he did that was at fault here. no mistake was made, the only reason for your death was

him?

he suddenly realized, the abyss order came here for a substitution for him. if he was no <savior> material, then they wanted to make one of his son. it made perfect sense.

the only thing you did to deserve this cruel fate was to choose him, out of the hundreds of men in mondstadt. your mistake was getting close to him.

he was dangerous just by caring about somebody. a walking bomb, ready to explode at any given moment.

how could he forget that? he didn’t need to leave his son to fail him. he only needed to be there.

the boy had opened the door.

“dad…?”

“i thought i specifically told you to wait outside?” kaeya turned around swiftly and glared art the kid, causing fear to settle into his eyes.

he immediately shook off the trans he was in.

“sorry kiddo, i didn’t mean to yell. i’m sorry, aight?” he reached a hand out to the child in a calming motion. “come on, let’s get you somewhere safe”

“i don’t wa-”

“it’s not up for discussion” kaeya summed up firmly, taking his son’s hand a little too harshly.

diluc

there was really no one better you could choose as the father of your kids rather than diluc. it’d be a blatant lie to say he was a natural, but he had a gentle soul, hands as delicate, and a heart bigger than the entirety of mondstadt combined.

the arrival of your daughter onto this world was the happiest day of his life. she was like a whole new sun for him, shining on his days and chasing the clouds away from his mind.

the huge mansion that was dawn winery suffered from silence for ages, since him and kaeya grew up, and you and her brought the light it needed back into the building’s long forgotten corridors, laughter into it’s ballrooms and filling for its empty spaces. he could swear even the grapes grew better with the both of you around.

he was focused on making a rather complicated drink, back at angel’s share, one for a show for his customers. as he poured liquor over the brim of the glass, explaining what he was doing out loud, his eyes shifted to a panting figure that just ran through the door, opening it with a loud slam.

a winery worker? he thought, surprised, and leaned over to hear what the guy wanted to whisper to him, not shifting his attention from the glass.

he only put down the bottle once he heard the bottom of the message.

“what do you mean treasure borders?” he said out loud, eyes wide, already excusing the clients, calling over another bartender. he grabbed his coat and was out the door.

upon arriving in the winery, he was greeted with many terrified looks, and people cleaning up mess created by an obvious attack.

“why the fuck is no one working around here?” he shouted, while walking towards the winery’s door. “how many of you all men are here? can’t you stand your ground when faced with a bunch of small criminals? if you’re really all this soft and mushy then maybe i should do some firing?”

diluc was a gentle soul, but as they say, is always the quiet ones who’s rage takes over the quickest.

“master diluc, i do sincerely apologize-“ the second-in-command of the winery, an old man, at that, started, but the red headed man just sent him a calming look.

“forget it. has anybody checked on my wife and spouse?” he asked, routinely, or so he thought, because the butler’s face went white, as he replied:

“aren’t they on a… on a trip?”

diluc’s eyes widened once more.

“no, no they’re not!” he raised his voice again, steps speeding up into a run upstairs, to where your rooms were. “love, are you both fi-“ he started, but no more words would come out.

in the middle of the floor sat his nearly ten year old daughter, your head laid on her lap, helpless whispers of begging for help filling the room. your weapon was lying somewhere near, but had been tossed aside rather thoughtlessly, and a lot of drawers around were opened, as if someone had been searching for gold, or other goods.

in a second he was near, checking pulse, breathing, trying desperately to help wake you up, as your daughter kept shaking her head, telling him she had already tried it all, her words falling onto deaf ears.

“wake up, wake up, wake the fuck up” he prayed and repeated like a mantra, his begging resulting it nothing at all.

“dad.” she tried to make him focus, but to no avail. “dad!” she yelled louder, his eyes locking with hers, and just like that,

he saw a younger version of himself inside her pain-filled gaze. he felt as if he travelled back in time, fifteen years, almost, and looked in the eye of the young and vengeful diluc ragnvindr, who’s sword had just been stained with the blood of his own father, emptiness being all that filled his mind, his eyes wandering in search for any solace, never to find anything of the sort. 

he saw his own anguish, his own pain, his own internal cry for help that never really came. but what would he say? he, an adult, at peace with his emotions, what would he say to a younger spirit in such need of both consolation and a way to let out the anger constantly rising in his gut? what were the right words he desired to hear all those years ago, and why did he suddenly not remember anything? 

how could he stop the trauma that he knew so damn well from infecting the heart and soul of his beloved daughter as well? 

he could feel himself failing in the archon-sent role of being a father, yet he didn’t know how to turn back from the road he was entering. he only knew to keep himself collected, so that she could panic all she wanted. but how could one be collected at the loss of his one and only love, his whole life? 

“hey” he whispered, grabbing the girl’s hand. his thumb stroked her skin gently, as he sighed, regaining himself, moving over to check up on her. “are you hurt?” 

was a good start.

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Lost & Found?....

Ft. Tartaglia/Childe (Ajax)

Reader's pronoun : He/Him Cw : the reader fell into the fking abyss<3, abyss princess lumine, abyss reader. Ooc childe??

Summary : In which you were his long lost childhood bestfriend, but reuniting with your long lost childhood friend isn't always the warmest.

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You were merely the core memory of his childhood. the memory you both made always made him smile, no matter which one.

Though, after his days on the abyss he lost the memories. One by one fades out, no matter how hard he tries to remember it, he couldn't. He couldn't remember how you look like. Your hair, your face, your features. It always left him questioned.

When he got out of the abyss, his first thought was his family, and you.

He tried to ask the nearby villager about your whereabout, only to be left with an answer that you had mysteriously disappeared the day after he was gone missing.

But, eventually after a brawl and huge havoc ajax's brings to the seaside village of morepesok, ajax father had no choice but to hand his beloved son to the fatui's.

Days by days went by in the fatui headquarter, ajax has long forgotten his childhood friend, Though whenever he was alone his thought always come to this certain voice he couldn't get over with.

"Ajax!... Ajax, promise me we would stay together forever!" Said a familiar voice of a boy he couldn't remember.

"But i promised you yesterday!" "I don't care! Lets do the promise again." The boy protested.

"Alright, alright!" Ajax could only huffed in response.

"You make a pinkie promise you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise. I throw you on the ice. The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend. The frost will freeze your tongue off so you never lie again." The both of you said happily

..Oh... he remembered, you were his first friend, a very close one.

A child who always tags along with whatever he was doing, neither it was bad or good. Even his parents and sibling knows you well, you would sometimes have a dinner at his house or sometimes a sleepover.

Even your parents have to scold you because you always came home late.

Oh.. to those little memories that he cherished so much, it makes him misses you even more. But sadly, even when he remembers those memories he can't remember how you look like.

One by one, he remembers the memories vividly. The way you would hold his cold hand and guide him home through the cold forest, the way your smiled warmed his heart.

...He was so lost in thought until

"Sir Tartaglia, The Ship will be docked around 10 minutes until now. Please prepare yourself."

His eyes peered over the kneeling agent behind him.

"Hm." Tartaglia only hummed in response.

With that, the agent left.

Tartaglia recalled that his next mission were located in some random place in snezhnaya, he was tasked to retrieve an stolen ancient artifact which the fatui presumed it came from 500 years ago. The years where khaenriah still exist.

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10.27 Snezhnaya.

Ajax always misses walking down the snowy forest with you, the way you would show him the path on the forest so he diddn't get lost. How your warm hand warmed his cold ones.

"So this is the place.. i diddn't know the abyss would have their hideout around here" he peered over the blurry picture of an snowy ancient ruins, "now that i'm here, will you answer my question? Abyss mage." He pointed his dagger at the exhausted abyss mage under him, blood dripping off his dagger from the countless enemies he Killed.

"Heh.. you thought you could get an easy answer of the artifact huh? Fatui" the abyss mage responded.

"Cmon now.. dont play with me, you know you're on the verge of dying right know aren't you?" he pointed the dagger even more closely to the abyss mage body.

"If you wished for the answer, why don't you ask the answer to his majesty then?" The abyss mage said lowly.

"You—" just before childe could finish his own word, an knife flew infront of his face.

"That's enough." A figure wearing a cloaked clothes said, their upper face hidden by a hood.

"Torturing my underlings is unacceptable, and i guessed you came here for the relic aren't you?" The cloaked figure said while opening his hood revealing a very familiar face to ajax himself.

For a second ajax thinks he was dreaming, the person he cherished the most, is here, in front of him. But he know something was wrong... did.. you just said, underlings?

"You... you.. shit" ajax said, his face showing shock and confusion.

"Oh Tartaglia, or should i say ajax. Don't tell me you forggoten my name already?" You said.

The way his name rolled off your tongue perfectly, it remind him of some memories.

Your name.. what was your name?...

[Na...]...

[Name]?....

[Name]!

Your name! That was your name!

"[Name]! Is that.. Is that really you?!" His face showing an shocked expression.

"Well... could you not tell? You couldn't remember your own friend?" "Or did the abyss really affect you?"

"The Abyss?! How did you know about it??" "Were you.. were you siding with the abyss?!" He screamed.

"Her majesty... she.. she saved me, and in return i... will help her achieve her dream" You said, old Memory flashing your mind.

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"Madame!.. Madame!" You had been knocking on your dearest friend door, hoping for neither one of his family member to answer the knocking, ignoring the snowstorm that had been silencing your voice.

But— by the luck or miracle you have in your pocket, the door opened revealing an concerned mother.

"[Name]??, Oh dear! what are you doing here? The snowstorm is raging outside!" "Look at you, you got frostbite here and there" she said, her tone laced with worries as she examined your body.

"Madame.. is the rumor true?? About ajax?" You said while looking up at her, sad expression on your eye.

"Its.. sigh.., [name] why dont you come inside? I will explain it to you"

Just from her words you could already tell that the rumors was true, her tone explained it all.

"No! I cant.. i.. i need to look for him" you turned your heel, running to the forest where your bestfirend were last seen.

"Wait!... [Name] The snowstorm is still—"

—"[Name]!"

You ran as fast as your feet could take you ignoring the raging snowstorm and a cry of plea coming from Ajax mother

After all, she truly care for both of you right?..

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Huft.. huft..

"ugh, i cant.. breath.." you said as you clutch your hand to your chest gasping for more air.

But..

"The air.. its so.. cold and the snowstorm.. is getting more rougher" "and my frostbite isn't doing any better too" you peered over your hand, showing an visible wound of a frostbite.

"I need to go fast, otherwise i'll freeze to death" again you ran, to wherever direction you could go.

"Ajax! Ajax! Where are you?" You screamed

"Answer me!" Again..

"Ajax!" Again..

"Answer me.. please.." and again..

You ran and screamed until.. you couldn't feel your leg again.

Thump.. you fell onto your knees, your body hurt. You couldn't breath, and your frostbite wound isn't doing any better.

Am i going to die here? Am i going to give up just like this? If i die here... what would my parent feel..? No.. what about ajax's mother? Can she handle the loss of her two favourite child?

Those thought keep flooding your mind "I guess it can't be helped" you closed your eyes, just before Darkness and snow engulfing your tiny body..

"Im sorry..." is all you could muster

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??.?? unknown place.

My head?.. am i still alive?

You opened your eyes, squinting slightly at the light around you.

"Where am i?.." you looked around the place "it looks like an domain.."

"How did i get in here?..." as you tried to stand up, you realize that your leg isn't moving as you wanted it to.

My legs... how am i supposed to get out of here, i need to—

"Poor kid... falling into such a dangerous place like this" you heard a voice alongside the sound of steps.

There she stands, a young woman with a blonde hair, judging from her attire it seems that she diddn't came from teyvat. But yet she looks so graceful in it.

"Who are you?..." you looked up at her, curiosity plastered on your eyes.

She crouched over to your level, "I will help you" she said whilst holding your chin, "but.. in return, you will help me achieve my dream"

Her dream?... weird..

You had no choice but to say yes.

"Whats your name?" She says

"Im [Name], how about you?.." you said shakily.

"Im.... Lumine."

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"And the rest.. its blurry, i can hardly remember anything these days. Guess the abyss do affect me too."

"[Name].. so you.. so you went out looking for me that day?.." "but.. but! Mother and the other diddnt say anything about you the day i returned to the village?!"

"I guess.." you hopped down from rather high platform you were standing on "She diddn't want to make you worry Ajax, what kind of mother would want to make their child worry over a trivial matter?" you walked up to him.

"And.. im sorry for not being there when you returned ajax, i should've dis— No, princess lumine I.." you sighed.

"Look ajax, this place isn't safe for you this place is overflowing with dark elemental energy. You should go back soon"

"and the artifact.. i'll just give it to you." You said while handing him the ancient artifact.

"Now go back Ajax, and never return here ever" you turned your back at him, just before you can walk away from him.

"Wait!" You feel a hand holding your cape "Why don't you.. why dont you go back to morepesok with me [name]? You know mother is still looking for you right?? "She would be very happy to see you right now!" He said with an pleading eye.

"Ajax.. i have a duty to attend too, and you too right? Now let go off me" you said trying to pry his hand off your cape.

"Please..."

It took a few tries before his hand were completely off you.

As you walked away from him, you opened up an portal leading to— who knows? Maybe anywhere away from from this auburn haired friend of yours.

"And ajax, dont try on searching for me ever again, also... be careful out there." You said before stepping on the portal, Vanishing away from his sight.

Ajax tries to open his mouth, but still no words came out of his mouth.

And yet once again—

He was left with nothing but

The feeling of loneliness and a longing feeling for your presence.

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Eughhsgshs im finally done with this fic ;D its been like 6 month or more of this thing sitting on my draft/srs. And yes im alive ty and anw this fic is kind of uh 💀 i spent a lot of time in it and yet it looks like ass

I do have a classmeet too and its pretty much boring 🙁 and actually i've been on statistika on semester 1 (will there be more tho on the next semester?)

And ya im pretty much okay(i think..) just waiting for my rapor i hope tdk anjlok nilai nya😀👍 bcs last time ranking ku turun sadly 😞

And about the materi on kls 7, i dont know much i forgot its been like a long time ago since i studied it

Bro i remember bln lalu km blg kl kelas 8 itu rada serem² gmn gt, but then i remember all my materi is alr on kls 8. So technically im an 8th hrade?☹ (but srs is grade 9 scary?..)

But anw how're u doin :D?

everyone's 8th grade experience is different, so maybe buat azel lebih baik dari apa yang aku alami back then? HAHAHA

kelas 7 emang materinya belajar apa aja? 🤔 i'm sure nanti pas kelas 8 ada materi baru though, tambahan dari materi lama (kaya statistika)

i'm doing okay! class meeting is starting soon and i'm looking forward to that and the bazaar my school will hold -- hopefully i won't spend too much money there ; kalau azel ? how are you doin my guy

A/N: I’m so mentally ill about him. 80 pulls and his lim hasn’t come home yet pls akito I love you your dinner is getting cold. Once again, this is very self indulgent I just love Akito

*ೃ༄ Waking up with Akito

You could only register two audible sounds as you slowly blinked your eyes open—the soft buzzing of the ceiling fan, and the gentle breeze of Akito’s quiet breaths against the nape of your neck.

This was a rare occurrence. On the weekdays, Akito got up early for school, and on the weekends, he got up early to practice for whatever event was upcoming. For these two reasons, whenever he slept over, he’d always leave as soon as he woke up—not without giving you a wordless kiss on the forehead, and pulling the covers up to rest snuggly beneath your chin, of course.

Somehow, by the will of some god, Toya had convinced Akito to take the Saturday off, telling him that even the hardest of workers needed to take rest days every so often. He’d had an event the night prior, and a particularly taxing school day—so to say he was spent would be an understatement. Your poor, exhausted, sleepy boy.

You were roped back into reality as Akito nuzzled himself further into the nape of your neck, strands of whispy ginger hairs tickling your jaw and cheek. You took a deep breath, gently bringing a hand to scratch lightly at his scalp, and bringing the other to rest on the small of his back.

Typically, Akito preferred that you were the one laying on him, but somehow, you woke up like this quite often. You found it amusing—how he always tried his hardest to be cool and stoic, when in actuality, he really was a big baby. It was endearing, as much as it embarrassed him whenever you brought it up.

In an attempt to get more comfortable, you tried your hardest to wriggle your body into a better position without scooting Akito off of you—quickly prompting a huff and a groan.

“Stop moving...”

“You’re awake?”

“I am now.”

You craned your neck to kiss his forehead, mumbling an apology for waking him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” You whispered, noticing the sun had still yet to rise, as your eyes flickered towards the window. It must’ve been 5 am or earlier.

“Nah, it’s fine.” The ginger sighed, “Why are you even awake this early, anyway?”

“I don’t know, I just randomly woke up.” You yawned, nuzzling your cheek into the crown of his head. “It’s weird that you’re still here, huh?”

He huffed against your skin. “Do you want me to leave?” The boy deadpanned.

You sucked your teeth, your hand stroking his hair slowly. He could be such a shithead when he wanted to be. “Of course not, I’m just saying. I don’t usually get to cuddle you like this in the mornings…”

He chuckled breathily, lazily pecking at the juncture of your neck. “Lucky you, then.”

Akito had a tendency to be more tender than usual in the early morning and late night, his affection at an all time high from 10pm-6am. Perhaps being tired made him clingy—not that you minded whatsoever. It was a welcome habit.

The boy pulled the covers tighter around you both, sighing with content. “I’m goin’ back to sleep,” He muttered against your skin, “It’s not everyday I get a full eight hours.”

“Okay then,” you answered, “Guess I will too.”

Akito leaned upwards to place a gentle kiss to the corner of your lips, scooting closer to you as he rested his head back down once more.

You smiled, embracing his warmth as your arms squeezed him tightly. “I love you.”

Akito shut his eyes, feeling his consciousness slowly leaving him. “Yeah, yeah. I love you too.”

# . . 𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗚𝗜 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨

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Amgst are superior

Hey doll!

Hope you are doing well! I really enjoyed my match up with Sanzu! (Even thought up of a self indulgent one shot about it for myself (not posting it)! Thank you for such an amazing match up and idea for that to be possible!)

I've seen from your post that you want some requests so I thought I would send you one!

If I could please request a Hanma X reader angst? Maybe with how Kisaki disliked that Hanma was becoming less available to help with his plans, and he thinks you're the reason for that. And so you have to be taken care of? Preferably reader death but you can decide ultimately what happens. After all, this is your writing and you need to be comfortable.

Don't feel like you have to push yourself to accept this request. I understand how this is not everyone's cup of tea and not everyone likes writing angst to this level.

If this makes you uncomfortable or you don't want to write it, please feel free to just ignore this. I just feel like Hanma angst 😅

Please take care of yourself and remember you are loved! ❤️ Thank you for even reading this ask! ❤️

A/N: Waa thank you very much for your kindness! this is my first time for angst so I'm pretty nervous for this one.(y'all if you're an angst writer maybe you could give me tips on how to do better)

TW: mentions of death, murder(?)

A nuisance. That's what you were to kisaki. A nuisance to his plans. you were always taking up hanma's time. And oh how he despised you for that he wanted you dead, and he will make sure that he has you dead. unbeknowist to you the male has already started planning for your own death.

At a summer morning hanma recieved a call from you and before the phone could make it known he already picked it up.

"Hello?" he asked

"Hanma! hello! it is I your most beloved lover!" you exclaimed. a chuckle was heard from your phone making you smile. 'I managed to make him laugh!' you thought

"Ah! right anyways I was thinking if you wanted to go on a date with me. you see I found this new restaurantand thought we could go check it out together and make it a date."

He laughed glad you were still as loving as you were before

"Sure" he answered

"Really? yay! then see you at my home 1pm bye!" and with that you hang up.

already heading towards your apartment, he heard kisaki's voice now normally he wouldn't interfere wanting it to be a surprise but when he heard him saying your name curiosity took over him. peeking over he saw kisaki and a man he doesn't know talking.

"As I said you'll strike y/n when they're alone got that?" he said

"Loud and clear boss" he answered while snickering

He was surprised to say the least. y/n was going to be killed. and what's worst was that they were bound to be killed by the person who made his life bearable to live in. walking towards you home he was troubled. who would he choose to betray? kisaki, who made his life a circus or y/n whom he fell in love with. either way he knew whatever choice he made it would result in a great amount of loss. arriving to your apartment he ringed the doorbell which immediately got a response. kicking your door open you smiling when you saw your boyfriend.

"Let's go!" you said and hooked you arm with his

snapped out of his thought, he looked at you and smiled before nodding

"So, where is this new restaurant you're saying? he asked

"it's just over there" you said pointing to the left

it was a walking distance from your apartment. arriving the restaurant you were greeted by the sound of bells signaling your entrance.

"Welcome" the waitress said

taking both of your orders, she smiled before leaving you two alone. and once again hanma was lost in thought and you being his lover, knew it was unusual. after all hanma was never quiet. worried you called him

"Hanma?"

he looked up to you to see your worried. quickly erasing the thought, he smiled and went back to his usual self which in a sense, comforted you. smiling, you told him about the latest gossips in your school while he listened with a smile

'if you learned your fate, would you be smiling like you are now' he wondered

leaving the restaurant after gladly eating the meal, you held his hand as he walked you home.

"Y/n" he called

you looked at him with a smile, wondering what he was gonna say.

"no. nevermind" he said unable to tell you

"I see.." you responded

Arriving your apartment, the both of you said your goodbyes to each other. that night you slept peacefully however hanma couldn't. daybreak arrived and he finally made up his mind. picking up his phone,, he called you hoping you'd pick it up.

"hello?" you asked

"ah y/n, can we meet up at a park?" he said trying his best not to let out a sob

"Hm? sure! what time?" you asked

Ah, how innocent he thought

"Now would be preferable" he answered

"Now? ok!" you answered already getting out

Arriving the park, you saw him sitting on a bench. smiling you approached him only to frown when you saw his bloodshot eyes. worried, you cupped his face and asked

"what's wrong?" you asked worry laced in your tone

"Y/n, you know I love you, right?" he asked

"Yes?" you answered confused as to why the sudden question

"You love me too, right y/n?" he asked another peculiar question

"Uh yes?" you answered

As if your answer was a trigger, a knife was plunged in your chest. your eyes widened as you cough out blood. it hurts you thought. but what hurted you more was because the one that stabbed you, was hanma. you looked at him with a questioning expression but gave him a smile before you finally passed out.

"I love you y/n. and if you were bound to die anyways, I'd prefer it'd be me that would kill you" he said before pulling the knife out.

his eyes was lifeless. kneeling down, he touched your body. it was cold, there was no pulse and the bleeding wouldn't stop. he was sure you were dead now. He was smiling, why was he smiling? he wanted to scream, to cry yet why can't I do it?

I loved y/n I really do but maybe we met at the wrong life time. maybe in another life we could be happy we could have children, maybe we could do all the things you want to. but that's just in another life.