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List of “angry confession” prompts

“Since when did you ever care about me?!” “Since fucking forever, you idiotic dunce!” 

“I can’t leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?” “I mean, I’m fine so it’s okay—” “No, it’s not okay. Not when I feel like I’m going to go batshit fucking crazy, thinking you’ve hurt yourself.“

“Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.” “You… What?” 

“You think I wanted this to happen? You think I, of all people, wanted to fall in love with you?” 

“Trust me, I’m also trying to understand how in the shit this happened.” 

“…This is why I knew I shouldn’t have gotten close to you.”

“I’m going to need you to stop for one second because I just find it so incredibly rude that you think I’m not head over heels in love with your stupid, oblivious ass. Are you a brick? Because you’re dense as fuck.”

“Tell me how I’m supposed to un-love you, then. Tell me. Spare me.” 

“Yeah, well, if I could, I’d lose feelings for you. But it’s not that easy. It’s not that easy to just let go of someone you’ve held onto for so fucking long.” 

“What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?” 

he makes you cry

expl: he doesn't usually care about others' feelings, so how was he supposed to know what he did to you was mean?

a/n: appalled that this is my first time doing my favorite geo boy, appalled and ashamed; also exhausted this might not be my best work, requests sent will be fulfilled soon, i just need some rest! just got hired at a job that i went for an interview with today, so work will slowly be coming out later and later, sorry!

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second-person writing no pronouns used, 2,818 words

Xiao was not fond of caring about others' emotions, nor did it ever occur to him that he should care. He tried to keep his life as simple and as peaceful as possible because he deserved it after everything he went through before. Which was why he was so confused when someone would cry in front of him. Xiao never cried when times were hard, what made those salty tears escape human eyes so easily?

Most of the time, he never saw people cry, and if he did, he ignored it. That's how he was taught to deal with emotion, he'd ignore it.

It began when you were up in your room at the Inn, minding your business and trying to figure out how to make the woven bracelet that the Traveler had taught you. Frankly, it was pretty difficult, and when the Traveler was teaching you, you were so busy watching them that you never actually learned.

The hours were beginning to fly by and you could hardly make out the original pattern you were trying to replicate. Repeated failures over and over and piling yarn began to stack up on the bed next to you. It was when you had finally gotten it down to only mess up again because something distracted you was when you finally snapped.

Throwing the bracelet across the room where it rested under the table, streams of hot tears began to roll down your cheeks in frustration. You were doing everything right, why wasn't it working!

It happened to be the same time you were leaving your room when Xiao was strolling down the hallway. The two of you made eye contact and his eyes flew to where the tears were running toward the bottom of your neck. His eyes widened only a little bit and his mouth opened and closed like a fish only to not know what to say.

You also stood still and stared at him. Why? Maybe you were just waiting for him to comfort you or you were curious about what he had to say. But when it was clear that he'd keep gapping like a fish, you started to walk off again. Only for him to grab your wrist before you made it too far and pull you a bit toward him.

"Are you okay?" He asked in a soft voice, hardly making eye contact with you and finding his shoes on the floor more entertaining. It was shocking to see him show such concern in general, but you remembered why you were upset and started to ball again. Pushing yourself into his chest and crying warm tears into his shirt.

His hands fumbled on the sides of you for a while until he rested them softly on your hips. Awkwardly patting you in a form of reassurance he'd never shown anyone before.

His face was pretty flat when you began to show signs of distress and sadness. Albedo was too focused on his experiment to even realize that something went wrong on your end. The sound of a beaker crashing to the floor sounded across the room, but he still kept looking forward, hardly hearing anything at all.

That sound kept up for a while, you were pretty sure you broke at least 5 beakers in the time it took for you to get them from the spare cabinet. It wasn't until the 6th beaker that you managed to catch did Albedo actually turn around to see what had happened.

His experiment seemed to be going fine, the color of the liquid sitting at the bottom of the beaker matching the picture right next to it perfectly. You sighed when you saw he had already beaten you to make the antidote.

"I don't know how you do it 'bedo. This one is probably the most difficult I've done." You said before wiping your forehead which was littered with sweat from how hard you'd been concentrating.

"Just try again, I'm sure you'll be able to complete it." He said, his encouraging words going little to no length and falling straight to the floor. It didn't help that the trashcan full of your previous broken beakers was so close. It was extremely discouraging to see how much damage you've caused just trying to learn how to brew the antidote.

Then Albedo took his leave, putting his things down when he realized the clock read 9 PM. Bidding you goodbye, he looked back one last time with his handle on the doorknob and spoke. "Humans sometimes do not carry the skill to complete such a difficult task, do not push yourself to do something you simply can't achieve."

And then the door shut. All you did was stare at where he previously had been, his words repeating in an endless loop shrinking infinitely into your mind.

"Huh?" Was all you said before a warm feeling rushed down your cheeks and landed on the toe of your shoes. Did he just call me stupid? You thought to yourself. The frustration you felt along with the fact that he just said that, caused a rush of salty tears to leave your eyes. Your eyelashes stuck together as tears mended them together.

You continued to stand there and cry, until the door opened again and the alchemist stuck his head back in the door, announcing he forgot something towards the floor. That was until he lifted his head up to see you standing there, crying. For once, he stood still and just stared at you unable to conjure any words for the scene he was witnessing.

The sniffles and the silent sounds of tears padding the floor were all that was making sound in the room. As Albedo continued to stare at you like the two of you were playing a game of freeze tag.

"I'm stupid aren't I 'bedo?" You said, which made him flinch when the sound of the nickname you gave him came out in a harsh and rude manner. "Too stupid to figure out the dumb potion because I'm just a mere human in your eyes."

"What're you talking about?" He said, with the quietest and most emotion-full voice you've ever heard him use. Albedo continued to step closer to you, almost as if he was never moving at all. When he finally did reach you, his hand brushed against your cheek and his eyes held so much concern it could fill up the sea.

"I don't think you're lesser than me, is this about what I said? I didn't mean it like that..."

You kept sniffling while looking at him, still stubborn for more than what he was giving you. His arms reached around you and held you close, something he often did when Klee would sob, which he learned from Jean.

The two of you stood like that for a while, until the blazing sun rested its eyes in the distance, and the sorrowful moon began to creep up the valley.

"What is wrong with you??" Tighnari's harsh voice came out in a way you only heard once in a while. His irritated look glared at you from where you stood, all you had done was knock down a few books, but it looked like other things were really beginning to upset him.

You expected to greet the forest ranger and spend some time together, seeing as the both of you made those plans a while ago, but it seems that he was really busy with something that he was supposed to finish a while ago.

He whipped his head back to look at the beakers on the table, making a very loud and audible sigh at your appearance here. "I'm busy, so make another time for..." He waved his hands around dramatically and quick, "Whatever it was you were planning and leave me be."

You stood silent for a while, shocked that he was giving you such an attitude, but at the same time, you had no idea how to respond to what he said. So, you did just that and didn't respond, turning on your heels and leaving. Unfortunately, Tighnari didn't hear you leave and assumed you were still sitting there waiting for him like usual. So when he turned around and opened his mouth to address you and apologize, he stopped in his tracks to see you weren't there.

When you saw Tighnari again, it was actually just his voice you had heard and your eyes didn't flicker to see if it was actually him. Collei was holding some sort of dinner for the forest rangers in the area, to both thank them and congratulate her for beating Eleazar. But you finally did see him when it was too late, and you were bumping into the forest ranger with food in your hands.

A shocked gasp came out of your mouth till the echoed noise of a bowl rumbled onto the ground and crashed down, the food flying along with it. Your distressed state increased, and you immediately flew down to try and clean it up.

In fact, you were so busy trying to clean the bowl of food that had spilled over that you didn't even realize the forest ranger was standing behind you with his hands behind his back. Until the call of your name was repeated for the 3rd time, did you turn around to look at him, tears in your eyes from how frustrated you were?

Tighnari's eyes widened before he immediately dropped to his knees and put his hand on your shoulder for comfort. It shocked him to see you in such a vulnerable state, especially with how cheery you always seemed around him.

"What happened? Are you alright?" Tighnari said, before moving his eyes down to the food splattered all over the dirt. You didn't even realize how much helping out at the party would stress you out. As soon as Tighnari muttered the words are you alright, tears flooded out more and more as you tried to hide your face in your hands. Your shoulders and body shook with how much you were crying. Tighnari moved closer to you and shielded you with his body.

Not only did he treat you terribly before, but the first time he sees you in days, you were crying? His heart felt like it could break then and there. His hand came around your back to soothingly rub circles on it while you continued to sob. His ears even flattened a bit on his head in guilt.

When Collei had come around the corner to see the pasta salad splattered on the ground, and Tighnari hugging you with his tail between his legs. She smiled and sighed a bit, before walking away to leave you two be.

It felt like a long time while the two of you sat like that, his hand never stopping to rub your back. You finally pulled away to look at him and Tighnari rested his hand on your cheek in a comforting manner.

"I'm sorry I treated you like that, I was irritated and you came in at a bad time. I never want to hurt you." His guilt-written face and ears practically flattened to his head making your heart beat in a painful rhythm.

"You can make it up to me by helping me clean this up?" You said as a sly grin grew a little bit on your face. He smiled back and rolled up his sleeves to begin cleaning.

Scaramouche was a mean boy, everyone knew that he had no filter and he acted as if he didn't care about anyone when in reality it was the exact opposite.

"You're pathetic!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, looking at your shocked expression and stance from across the room. You had just failed to do the task that Nahida assigned you again, and it seemed like the newly-found anemo holder was growing more and more impatient watching you fail over and over.

"Excuse me?" You spat back, clearly irritated with his outburst and pushiness. Scaramouche scoffed again before trailing over to where you were, Nahida watching the interaction from her desk.

"You've been doing it all wrong, and that pathetic idiot brain can't seem to comprehend that." His fingers flew a swift flick to your head, pushing you back a centimeter. "If you keep failing, shouldn't you be trying something else instead of pushing the same solution over and over? Moron."

His insults over and over were hurting, sure, but you were used to it. When you felt good. Right now, this was the last thing you needed after failing again and again. At one point you even glanced over at Nahida after failing and saw her face look a bit reluctant about your skills. Which increased your anxiety tenfold.

"I never knew someone could be so stupid. I even worked with morons every day in the Fatui, but none match up to how idiotic you are." Scaramouche just kept blasting insult after insult at you. What was with him today? Was he really that peeved you didn't wait for him in the morning to walk over here?

Moving aside and putting your hands up defensively, you made way for the prince and his smart brain. He moved in front of you and began looking down at what you were doing. It looked like Nahida was still working with you on Fermat's Last Theorem, which was an extremely difficult math equation, back in the 17th century. Scaramouche made a noticeable eye roll before sitting down to begin writing out how to solve it.

What he didn't see was your reaction to the last flinching insult he threw your way. He didn't witness the tears swell up in your eyes and he also didn't see you walk away and leave the sanctuary. Only witnessing your presence gone when he looked up to turn another sarcastic comment towards you. Scaramouche's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before looking around him to see where you went. He turned towards Nahida when he couldn't find you and she looked up at him before looking back down at her papers.

"Tsk, whatever." He pushed his seat back and sat up to leave, wondering what he should have for dinner instead of concerning himself with where you went. It wasn't until later in the evening when he saw you again, sitting back at the desk, not uttering an obnoxious sigh or an irritating "What does this mean??"

He eased himself over to you with his hands in his pockets before leaning behind your shoulder to see what you were doing. You were working on the problem again, but his copy of it was nowhere to be seen, that is until he looked towards the trash and saw his handwriting on the paper barely crumpled and resting near the top of the bin.

"You threw away my paper?" He said with irritation lining every letter. You kept writing though and paid him no mind. The silent treatment seemed to be really riling him up because he continued to berate you over and over as you sat there taking it and continuing to work.

It was only an hour later that it really started to bother him with you being quiet. Maybe what he said earlier was too harsh, he didn't really feel that bad, but if it meant you weren't going to speak to him then he had to do something.

Leaning over you again, he placed his hand on your upper arm, grabbing your attention from the unusual act. His eyes met yours and held the stare for a couple seconds before he spoke,

"I'm sorry." That was all he said.

You raised an eyebrow at him, before squinting your eyes in confusion and responding.

"Sorry for what..?" The sarcasm dripped from every syllable and landed on his fragile ego.

His eyes widened and he took his hand from your arm, frowning and shouting back,

"I don't repeat myself! Accept the apology I gave you."

"You're such a child, does saying sorry really hurt that bad?"

"You heard me!"

Your eyes rolled and you turned back to your paper as if you were going back to ignoring him, his eyes softened again and he grabbed your arm once more.

"I'm sorry I said those mean words to you. I didn't mean it, I don't like it when you leave without me and I don't like it when you're upset."

When he grabbed your arm, you didn't turn to face him again, but after hearing the words he spoke, you turned again with a smile on your face and leaned closer to his.

The blush was evidently growing the more you leaned in, and you could see his adam's apple bob with nervousness.

"I accept your apology Kunikuzushi."

Romantic Incidents - Inumaki Toge

word count: 8760 warnings: swearing, mentions of blood summary: Yuta’s not convinced that Toge and (y/n’s) relationship is platonic, but the others don’t seem to see it.  So he keeps an eye on the pair himself, because they’ll have to slip up at some point and show their true feelings, right? (or, the four times Yuta spied on his friends to prove they were in love with each other) ___

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HEAR ME OUT

Omg just realised that I'm 24 y.o. and still haven't achieve none of my long term dreams

- Visit Japan

- Learn Japanese

- learn how to draw

- become a skilled lawyer

- get my own apartment

What a slacker life am I living huh?

Genshin Angst - Masterlist

Angst Full Chapter Fics

1. Albedo - Breaking Up 

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3-Final)

2. Zhongli - Smile for Me

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)  (Part 5)  (Part 6-Final)

3. Xiao - Strength

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)  (Part 6 - final)

4. Gorou - Two Sides, One Coin

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3 - Final)

5.  Itto- Fool Me once 

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Angst Shortfic/Drabbles

Death and regrets (Kazuha, Childe) (Scaramouche, Kaeya) (Thoma, Xiao, Diluc, Zhongli) (Itto, Gorou, Albedo)

Death, Regrets and Second Chances [An Alternate Ending to Death and Regrets] (Kazuha, Childe) (Scaramouche, Kaeya)

Death, Regrets and The Aftermath [One Year after Death and Regrets] (Kazuha, Childe)

“Let’s stop seeing each other” (Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo)

He compares you to his ex (Childe, Xiao)  (Zhongli, Scaramouche, Diluc)

“What would you do if I disappeared?” (All male characters)

It’s my turn to protect you/reader self-sacrifice (Aether, Scaramouche, Childe)

Somewhere you can’t follow (Thoma, Itto, Diluc)

it's kinda fucked up how well aware touya was of his situation at only 13

One Sentence Ships

Childe x Zhongli: you got betrayal, bloodlust, sugar daddies, convenient dragon anatomy, wrong sides of the war, miscommunications, culture clash—

Zhongli x Venti: those who share the memory....../I am the only person who understands your nightmares, I have the same ones—a kingdom is burning to the ground and I have a torch in my hand

Venti x Diluc: my kingdom’s beloved god is the annoying twink bard that keeps stealing my wine???

Diluc x Kaeya: translations are ~funky~ and that’s all I’ll say about that

Kaeya x Albedo: sexy coworker/destined to destroy the nation we love

Diluc x Childe: you killed my father, prepare to kissie

Childe x Kaeya: flirting to “gather intel”/if you stare long enough into the abyss, the abyss will stare back

Scaramouche x Childe: do you wanna place your bloody hand into my bloodier hand/whoever kills the most people gets to decide on dinner tonight

Mona x Scaramouche: whoever wins this tongue battle gets to decide whether astrology is real or not

Venti x Xiao: I fell in love with you the moment you played titanic on your recorder 1000 years ago

Xiao x Zhongli: loyalty. oh god my general is so fucking hot oh my god why is bowing to him so sexy

Keqing x Ganyu: my biggest turn on is the ability to do math and question divinity

Beidou x Ningguang: everyone knows the mayor is bonking the local pirate captain and yet to avoid death and egregious financial investigation, they say nothing

Ninggunag x Zhongli: the reincarnation of your best friend that died thousands of years ago is now pegging you

Razor x Bennett: puppy love with a puppy man

Chongyun x Xingqiu: matching keychains with your high school boyfriend

Childe x Lumine: trust me when I say he enjoys being kicked in the shins

Albedo x Aether: blond boys doing what blond boys do (turn each other into catboys)

Jean x Lisa: sexy librarian SEDUCES young mayor/true love is forged in civil management

Diluc x Jean: if you ever need to talk something out, my office door is always open (I left you a key a long time ago)

Amber x Eula: love is melting down someone’s icey walls (literal, actual, I have my fire arrows drawn and ready, come out and accept my love please)

Xiao x Traveler: I've watched that scene of Xiao catching them probably a thousand times analyzing every twitch of the hands like its a period drama

Ei x Yae: I love you so please trust me when I say that you are being a little bitch

Sara x Itto: staring at your “enemy”s tits while dueling for the 54th time that week, saying it’s because that’s where the vital organs are

Itto x Gorou: the Mulan effect—hot warriors are hot no matter what gender they present as

Kazuha x Tomo: cheering while your bf sword fights with god/please don’t go, what’s gonna happen to your cat (whats gonna happen to me)

Ayaka x Thoma: period drama we can’t do this you’re a lady and I am but your humble servant what will your older brother think

Ayato x Thoma: maid kink + period drama we can’t do this you’re a lord and I am but your humble servant you need an heir to maintain power in your clan

— I AM THE GHOST YOU BURIED AWAY.

↷ various genshin x reader

✦ synopsis : and when you look them in the eye, you let yourself crumble and see the loneliness underneath it all. such was the curse of a godless child, of one marked by the stars, of one whose home no longer stands. and they could only hold up their own charades for so long (or in which, they fall for a survivor of khaenri'ah ).

NOTE(S) : characters included ; dainsleif, pierro & zhongli. angst / comfort / no comfort, reader is from khaenri'ah, anger and betrayal, reader has been through a lot, breakups ( zhongli ), attempted choking ( zhongli ), past death / genocide, the reader is lonely give them a hug . NOT PROOFREAD.

# masterlist

&& . dainsleif · ( there is a fury ; he had left you behind )

HE DREAMT OF KHAENRI’AH when he glimpsed you.

Dainsleif rarely sleeps lest the nightmares invade with the malicious whispers of the abyss. The voices always weighed down heavy and hard, quietly picking away at his sanity like termites to wood ( wholly devouring and meticulous ). But this time they were static in the back and the stone road beneath his feet sparked an aching memory he had long let himself forget.

Home, he thinks. Home, where the sun hardly shone but the food was warm and his friends and there was you, an unsure recruit who could barely hold a sword and your “Captain Dainsleif”s were always accompanied by a nervous shake to your words and a determined spark in your eyes. 

You never stood a chance in the cataclysm. You never did, but here you were, persistent, stubborn you standing before him with an ashen face corrupted by the abyss. And Dainsleif stares back with a stance that mirrors your tired defeat and he wonders if this was his punishment from divinity.

It was, he thinks, for it was cruelty.

It was cruelty to watch your expression shift to fury, to anger, to feel your hands grip at his cloak as you scream the word “Traitor” into his face. It was cruel to watch you crumble further and further into yourself, to watch your eyes dull as you give in.

He would take your fury and your spite, he would take you tearing his chest open, smoothing his own persistent spark that longs to keep living. 

( “You left us — ” you scream. “You left us to die! My friends, my family, our comrades — ” the cry was raw, haunting, visceral, like anguish personified into a single being before it bursts forth from the strain. It was five centuries worth of silence and growing madness. )

He’d let you claw him to pieces. Anything, anything to give you that last shred of peace you deserved. Dainsleif knows he had left you behind, persistent, stubborn you who looked at him once upon the time like he had hung the false moon on the roof of their cavern and brought the stars down to their skyless home.

“I’m tired…” you whisper after the worst ends. Your fingers were bruised and your knuckles were bleeding. His face feels numb and his mouth tastes of iron. You hunch your shoulders, hands trembling, legs trembling, everything trembling with a sadness he knows too well..

Dainsleif watches you stand and shakily walk away.

He does not stop you.

&& . pierro | the jester · ( the monster he is now ; you won't accept )

& THE JESTER HOLDS HIS OWN secrets in the quiet of his home. The Tasritsa knows them well for she knows all and rest would happily stay in clueless contentment. A man like him lives little for optimism and less for sentiment and what must be disposed of shall be disposed off.

His cards were held close to his chest and his past stays closed off save for the details that he deigns fit to be shared. Pierro was not the man he was before. The cruel optimism he might have held once was but a faint wisp of a memory and his soul was now decrepit.

The Jester holds his secrets and one of them was you. A mechanist from the past, a sentiment despite his beliefs. He remembers moments where he’d find you bent over scattered parts and machinery, caked in oil and ash, when he’d share a cup of coffee over mused ramblings. Pierro remembers his youth and his naivete and a part of him wishes for it once more.

( But then he wakes from his dream. Ignorance was what cost Khaenri’ah. He would never forsake his found knowledge for a meager dream. Never. )

Then he finds you, in the realms of somewhere, alive and alone, wandering beaten paths in a daze. And you recognized him, just as he recognized you, faces that had changed but had not and Pierro’s cheek was cradled by a kind hand for the first time in centuries.

A part of him breaks and it comes coursing out for a split second, a vulnerable gaze, the momentary happiness of seeing someone he cared for, the last few pieces of a burned down legacy, of his memories.

There was a sadness in your eyes when you recognized him for who he was. “You’re not the one I knew all those years ago.” you whisper. “You’ve changed,  ████.”

The sound of his old name has him physically recoil. He tugs away from your touch and away from you. His heart closes away and his cards fold to his chest once more. He does not look at the flash of hurt that betrays your features, that lapse of weakness. “So have you.” he replies.

“I have.” you nod. “We all have.”

He knows what it means, that look in your face. He knows why you take a step back. “The fatui…” you whisper and he does not hear any fondness in that singular word. “Either way, I hope…I hope you are happy,  ████. “ He was not. He was anything but, yet the quiet anger you stamp down, you smother away, the anger from his years of silence and his choices now brews beneath it all. It was magma pressing up against fragile ground and it was disappointment ( chilling, ice edged disappointment, sharper than any knife he's seen and it pierces his chest violently ).

You bade him farewell. He never sees you again after that.

( Pierro knows. You were always the absent sort, but you were kind. You were kind in a way he could never be.

Pierro knows what you saw in him.

A monster. )

&& . zhongli | rex lapis · ( and fate said ; let the lion fall for the lamb )

HE FINDS YOU across the sea of people, when you look his way. Zhongli meets your gaze and he sees caution and weariness and the years slowly coming up onto the optimism you try to keep together. He sees the stars in your eyes, the last mark of a fallen nation, and it haunts him.

( He half expects them to flood with fury, for you to scream your betrayal, for your hands to wind around his neck and his pulse, slowly cutting away his airflow with the words ‘murderer’ easing out with a broken voice.

“I know you, murderer. I know what you’ve done.” )

You had smiled at him that day. It was amicable and it was bittersweet and Zhongli knew — the moment your lips first touched his, the moment he held your hand, the moment the little things and sweet nothings were whispered in privacy — he lived a lie he deserves little of.

What have his hands seen but blood and ruination and violence and change and growth? What have his hands seen but the death of your people and the silence of a contract? What have his hands seen but the softness of your skin and the tracings of the abyss etched upon it ( a curse, you call it ) and taste the bitter irony of it all?

He was a fool, a man in love, a man who found a piece of treasure so brilliant and so beautiful and he was too enamored to speak up, to savor what he had, to grasp at smoke and desperately wish it holds. 

But Zhongli was no liar and the truth had to be told.

“Is this a joke?” you asked him, your smile frozen on your face and a part of him wishes to recant everything if only to nurse at the sting in his heart. He feels the last few moments of serenity bleed away with the impending realization upon glancing upon his hands, the same hands that touched you, now streaked with golden ichor and scales.

Morax, Morax, Morax, the name of a nightmare and the nightmare was him ( this was how the lion fell for the lamb, with whispered lies to hide away its claws and keep the dainty creature close ). 

You did not let him hold you. You did not let him speak. It was disgust and agony and betrayal and it was dawning horror ( and a part of you looked upon this man who looked so human and you wondered if this weak vessel, this imitation of a god, would topple from a knife through its heart. The thought stops there and it is met with a voice that hisses and shakes and you realize that despite it all, you still loved this man and the pain only grows ).

“Love…” he whispers.

“Don’t—” you choke out. “Don’t even try.” and your eyes said it all. I know you, murderer, liar. I know who you are, what you’ve done, ripping my heart out of my chest to crush it between your hands. I know. And Zhongli knows this too.

When he wakes the next morning, your side of the bed was empty and the walls felt bare amidst the uncomfortable silence. There was a single Inteyvat resting upon the table and the sunlight reached out for it in longing, its rays casting gold atop wood as the petrified petals crumble between his fingers.

The last of the flower gives way and Zhongli lets the tears fall.

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

i was actually pretty excited for this kijuhgfdghjklkjh since this was the first time i ever write pierro and dain and they're just lots of fun ( but my dedication goes to li hehehehe ). but anyway, a reader from khaenri'ah, revel in the pain beg me to stop it but know this : it shall not.

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"Don't do that." He wanted to come off as harsh. Yet instead of the usual sharpness of his voice, his words sounded pleading. Desperate and in pain. "Don't smile like that."

"Like what?" The corners of your mouth faltered in worry. And the corners of his eyes wrinkled, purple irises swirling with the kind of agony he told you he loathed feeling. Like you had driven a knife to his chest where his heart should be.

"Don't smile like you love me."

Don't make him feel anything again. You promised you wouldn't.