Harbingers But In A Kakegurui Au. . .

𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗗𝗧

﹙𝗦𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗵𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗺﹚

！Albedo

▹grocery shopping with albedo(Gn!reader) ▹Vampire au (Gn!reader) ▹How they react your death(Gn!reader) ▹Reader with a strong sense of touch(Gn!reader) ▹Making hot cocoa with them! (Gn!reader) ▹Albedo fucking you with his paint-brush (afab!reader)

！Bennett ▹ Unfortunately, this drink isn't ready :( ！Diluc ▹ Unfortunately, this drink isn't ready :( ！Kaeya

▹Making hot cocoa with them! (Gn!reader)

▹Kaeya x asexual reader (Gn!reader)

！Venti ▹ Unfortunately, this drink isn't ready :(

𖦹꙳࡛࣪⋕5th sense mstr.list

˚ ₊‧ ୨ info — just a series of reader with a very strong 5th sense. as always all works are gn!

˚ ₊‧ ୨ faq— "can I request a person for a sense?" Yep! Just make sure that the sense is already in progress!

"Is nsfw aloud?" Yes, but it's very unlikely since I can't really write smut.

Main.mstr.list

˚ ₊‧ ୨ key — not started -🌐 finished-🍣 unfinished-🍭

꒷꒦ˑ ֗ ִ T○UCH finished-🍣 (ft. albedo, childe, scara)

꒷꒦ˑ ֗ ִ S!GHT -🌐

꒷꒦ˑ ֗ ִ SM€LL-🌐

꒷꒦ˑ ֗ ִ HEAR!ING-🌐

꒷꒦ˑ ֗ ִ TASTε-🌐

I love him,that's it. That's the post.

wait were supposed to hate Olivia Rodrigo . . .🙁 gusse i didnt get the memo

DNI + RULES

₊˚ପ⊹Back to navi

𝙒𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 : ̗̀➛

𝙋𝙧𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙙𝙣𝙞 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙖, 𝙚𝙪𝙡𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙨 (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙨) , 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢!<3

𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 : ̗̀➛

𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘢, 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘯𝘰𝘯- 𝘤𝘰𝘯 ( 𝘤𝘯𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 ), 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘢. 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵!

naw cuz they just saying words at this point💀

hey quick question, what the absolute fuck does this mean????? maybe its just my brain being dead like usual but what the fuck does this mean??? seriously????

waiting for the day to spite yall and put mdni in my bio😈

 ۫  ִ ׂ💭 ◟♡ ˒ ⊹  ݁ ִ  ۫ WIPS

╰─  ᝰ🍮𔘓 navi

🍥 ,, hc's

Model au . Albedo, scaramouche & childe

Kakegurui au . Doetter, scaramouche & childe

Being friends kazuha and tomo . Platonic

🍥 ,, one shots

Klutz!reader . Scaramouche, childe, doetter & signora

Late night snacks . Scaramouche / retail!au / some hc's

Calling xiao's name for different reasons . Xiao / loads of au's

🍥 ,, series

Crime of crossing paths . Xiao / loads of angst no comfort

Glass cage . Scaramouche / hurt.comfort . mostly fluff

how do you expect to write stuff like this and not pay for my therapy? /j

painter!diluc, will paint you everyday and save them but when you died, he has nothing to remember you by so he just looks at it and he looses all his motivation to paint so he just hangs all his paintings of you and feel burn out, he has lost his father, his brother (in a relationship way like they are now strangers) and lastly his love

Tramonto, 2.3k words, Diluc x gn! reader

Diluc Ragnvindr. Owner of Dawn Winery. Darknight Hero. Richest man in Mondstadt. One of the 2 most eligible bachelors in Mondstadt. At least, until he met you and settled down with you.

And also, painter extraordinaire. Though few in Mondstadt knew.

How did Diluc come into contact with the world of art?

He first learnt about painting from his first teacher, Master Crepus himself. In his younger days, before Kaeya came along, he would spend afternoons at Dawn Winery, learning painting from his father.

The type of paint to use. How to create the paint itself. The basic strokes of the paintbrush. How to properly frame the subject in the canvas. Such a precious childhood memory. The endless hours painting Crepus’s own eagles. Or the grapes in the winery. Or the blue blue sky above them, leading to Celestia. The tinkling of laughter as Crepus teased Diluc for his childish paintings. Diluc being embarrassed and telling his old man to stop.

As Master Crepus became busier and Kaeya came, Crepus assigned the two of them a tutor from Sumeru, skilled in many scholarly subjects, including painting.

And while the cheeky Kaeya would prank the tutor with lizards, young Diluc would be listening to the tutor with rapt attention, his young and still short frame processing what his tutor taught him. Painting was his greatest passion. Kaeya was never the type to appreciate the fine arts. He loved fighting, and would often spar with Diluc. Though he fully supported his brother in his painting endeavors, sometimes tagging along to scavenge for suitable ingredients for Diluc’s latest attempts to create his own paint.

And on Crepus’s wishes, young Diluc would rise to the ranks of the youngest Calvary Captain of the Knights of Favonius, with Kaeya and Jean being his greatest supports back then. The three of them, the three Musketeers within the Knights of Favonius.

He was so young back then. The fire in his eyes, burning ever so bright.

“Sometimes, life can change in an instant.”

How it rang so true on Diluc’s birthday that day, on the carriage when Diluc was planning to present his own self-painted Baroque style portrait of his father at home even though it was his own birthday, when the monster attacked.

The very same day when Kaeya admitted to being a spy of Khaenri'ah. Diluc swore internally to burn the portrait of Kaeya he had prepared for his birthday as they clashed under the mourning rain.

That day, he gave up his paintbrush, his title and his Vision, and left to seek vengeance.

He thought he lost it all when he came back to Mondstadt a few years later, now Dawn Winery’s owner. He may have riches and power, but he lost his brother and his father at the cost of it. What was it all for? What was his meaning in life now, beyond living up to his father’s legacy and seeing his estranged brother alive?

Then you came.

Diluc could not pinpoint when he exactly fell for you, but you left an indelible mark on his heart.

And from then on, the flames in his heart were ignited for the second time, destined to grow in intensity as the two of you grew closer.

Before long, all of Mondstadt, including his insufferable brother Kaeya, knew of his growing affections for you. It was rather obvious, really. How he would give you all the time in the world, and yet would not do the same for the rest of the girls many have introduced to him. Diluc would usually leave it to his flirty brother to charm them away. Not that he would ever mention to Kaeya his gratefulness for being such a flirt.

Or how he was always so protective of you whenever you were in the bar. You were stunning and attractive in your own right, and you had your fair share of suitors.

And among his staff, they all knew that their Master Diluc had picked up his paintbrush not quite long after he reclaimed his Vision and a new title: Dawn Winery’s Owner.

He would spend hours at night, as the crystal flies and fireflies danced together in a duet of blue and yellow, as the fire at the fireplace burned, painting. Thinking of how your face was framed. Each and every freckle on your face. The exact shade of your eyes and hair.

Diluc works tirelessly so as to ensure he will get as many details as perfect as possible. He wanted to capture your essence correctly.

He never tells you about his hobby of painting even as he confesses right outside the doors of his manor, the crystalflies and fireflies shimmering so gently around you, depicting you as an angel in his eyes.

And oh, how his heart beams when you say yes.

For the first time in so long, Diluc found happiness through you. You were the artist who brought colour back into his grey canvas. The muse to his artistic self. The glue to his paper. The two of you were a team and so complementary. Everyone always felt you two were wonderful together.

He remembers the moment when you found out that he painted. He was painting you in that adorable outfit that day during your date, and he was trying to shape your smile in the portrait when you burst open the door, yelling “HEY DILUC- oh my, that is a lot of paintings you have in here… wait, these are all me?”

Cue Diluc turning as red as his hair, an awkward bobble of his head in acknowledgement of your statement.

“Diluc. This. All these paintings of me are so amazing. I love it. I love every single painting here because it’s your work and archons, I love you so much.”

With such an awestruck look on your face, how could he not help but kiss the living daylights out of your lips after you said that? You drove him insane, and car licenses aren’t even a thing in Teyvat.

It was awkward, but after a while, the two of you went on memorizing the taste of each other’s lips that night before the both of you settled down, Diluc resuming his painting, this time with you watching.

Each and every time he painted, you were by his side. Always.

And oh, you, who encouraged him to paint other people as well. Although Diluc did not paint as many as you would have liked, but he painted Crepus and Kaeya, now the Cavalry Captain of the Knights of Favonius.

Everything was so lovely with you. Everyday, the two of you would meet. Sometimes at the tavern, where you dabbled in mixing drinks with him and talked to him throughout his entire shift. Sometimes at Dawn Winery, where the 2 of you could spend hours and hours dancing with the sunset as your backdrop. Even when he left at night for his vigilante duties, you always understood. A kiss for luck before he left, and a glass of grape juice when he returned.

3 years passed, just like that. So many memories were made between the two of you, and though he could not remember it all clearly, he knows so dearly that you are the one for him. And he wishes to cement that.

It took a while, but upon realizing that Mondstadt did not have the ring he desired, he decided to go to Liyue, for it was famed for his ores after all.

What luck! He also had to go to Liyue to negotiate with the Tianquan about his wine anyway! And off he goes, looking for the right ring so that he properly proposes to you.

“Sometimes, life can change in an instant.”

He didn’t expect to lose you right at this juncture of life.

…

…

…

It was all a blur, just like that time period where Crepus died. Jean and Kaeya told him that there had been an Abyss invasion, and even the traveler’s twin had appeared. You, in the process of making sure everyone was evacuating safely, had been burnt to a crisp by a Pyro abyss mage.

Can you see it? The way his vision glows at his hips, how his mouth opens, about to shout at the Knights for their inefficiency with so much hatred? How the knights cost him so much? How his eyes are for the first time, alive, but alive with so much fury that even Kaeya visibly winces. The ring he holds in his glove, for you, as he clenches his fist is the only reason why he didn’t lash out.

He mutely showed the ring, and asked for whatever remains that were left of you.

He got nothing. Not even a single speck of ash that was from your frail body. Not even a single chance to hold you one last time before you left.

…

The first thing he did when he got back home was to rummage through the house, to see if there was anything left of you. Other than your clothes and accessories, there was nothing left. Not even a single letter, not even a single keepsake.

Nothing.

He briefly held your clothes, trying to recall your scent. He could not find it.

He goes down to his painting room.

The evening sun shines on his paintings.

Diluc stares. At each and every one of his paintings as he desperately tries to imprint everything in his mind so that he won’t forget.

Your smile. The shade of your hair and eyes. The exact proportions of your shape. How you looked when you were curious. How you looked at him with so much affection in your eyes. So, so many details, and now he wants to paint the you he saw before he left for Liyue.

He prepares his paint and canvas. He calms himself down. He picks up his paintbrush. He lowers it. He looks at the stool where you would always sit on.

Diluc Ragnvindr cries, in that soundproof room, in his museum of love for you.

Diluc Ragnvindr loses his motivation and desire to paint as his muse has left for the heavens.

Diluc Ragnvindr stares at all his paintings each and every day now instead of painting.

His late father’s portrait and Kaeya’s portrait are also moved into this room, placed at a corner. So that they will not outshine you.

He does not wish to ever pick up the paintbrush again, as the memories are too painful - they remind him too much of happiness.

Diluc does not want anything to do with happiness and the light anymore. He wishes to live in the darkness of the night, carrying on his duties as the enigmatic Master DIluc and as the Darknight Hero.

The first time he returned from his mission, he was shocked to see a glass of grape wine, placed at the same spot.

“Y/n asked that I pour a glass of grape juice in this specific glass whenever you came back from your duties, Master Diluc.” Adelinde stated.

Why do you still care for him, even after your death?

…

It’s been a hundred days since you left this world. Leaving Diluc all alone in this world.

His mind still thinks about you. His hands still reach out for yours, only to realise that you have already left. His eyes still search for you in the packed tavern, waiting for you to come back to him.

Each and every night, as he looks at the three paintings - you, Crepus and Kaeya, he thinks about all that he has lost, and how he associates the Knights and painting with all three of you.

The leftmost painting, Crepus, his gentle smile and firm gaze on the red-haired man. Wrinkles are drawn carefully with detail, his red eyes the exact same shade as Diluc’s, staring at him, encouraging him to face life and emerge victorious. His clothes were formal and polite, but with bright colours of red. His hair is a maroon mess, wavy even.

The rightmost painting, Kaeya, his eyepatch on his right eye, his left eye icy blue, with a star right in the middle, testament to his Khaenri'ahn heritage. His smirk on his face. Flamboyant clothes of blue, with that snow fox fur coat on his shoulders and that chest window. His deep blue hair ponytail flowing down his shoulders, and his hand gloves with gold ornaments and silver spikes seem to shine under the lights. Ever as flashy as ever, even in his youth.

Lastly, the middle painting, you. A soft gaze filled with adoration is seen in your (color)-shade eyes, a cheeky smile adorning your face. A necklace rests on your collarbone, a heirloom from your own mother. You wore it to honor her memory. You wore simple but elegant clothes, perfectly outlining your beauty. How he could gaze at it for hours and hours.

Diluc leaves the room, his museum of memories of all the people he has come to love in his life. He leaves Crepus’s delusion in front of his painting, Kaeya’s old eyepatch in front of Kaeya’s, and the ring he planned to use to propose to you in front of yours.

Diluc Ragnvindr wears the ring’s partner on his left ring finger. Even if you were gone, he swore to you once that his heart would only be yours in this lifetime. He plans to honor that promise. No matter how much it hurts to know that you’re gone and he’ll never be able to make more memories with you, he’ll keep what the two of you had once in his heart, and he’ll be looking forward to meeting you again in the afterlife, and he’ll tell you about all the stories he wrote with others and he’ll finally be able to pick up the paintbrush again, and have you here by his side as he painted.

The sun in Diluc Ragnvindr’s heart has returned to the embrace of the Earth, and the Moon now forever shines in his mind. Yet, he does not seem to mind that at all.

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I'm going to cry, your writing is so beautiful OMG G LIKE IDK BUT ITS JUST SO GOOD I CANT WAIT TO SEE MORE OF UR WORKS<333

love at the wrong time. zhongli [a].

pairings: zhongli x khaenri'an!reader

genre: angst

word count: 1.3k

summary: in which an archon experiences forbidden love.

notes: please pardon any inconsistencies I am very much sleep deprived at the moment.

An archon and a Khaenri'an citizen. It was a love sorry that unfolded despite it being forbidden. A tale to be told by history, eventually being passed on as a fairytale to the younger generation.

Zhongli sighed as he listened to the retelling of the story for what seemed to be the millionth time. He was disappointed at how the story slowly got lost in translation, and was almost close to correcting whoever told the story.

Your eyes weren't whatever color they were saying, they were a beautiful [E/C]. He's had enough of people getting your appearance wrong, and he was getting fed up with it. He placed the teacup down and walked away from the Third Round Knockout, going to Qingyun Peak to clear his head.

An archon and a Khaenri'an.

Two lovers who weren't ever meant to be.

Zhongli looked over Liyue before a frown settled into his face. He found himself longing for your presence once again, wanting to feel your arms around him. He wanted to give you a warm embrace, wanted to apologize for letting you go the way he did and apologize for doing what he did.

He wanted to go back to the time where it was peaceful and it was just you and him that existed.

As if you weren't fated to die in the first place.

***

As a god, there wasn't much Morax does in his spare time other than hunt down those who dare trespass in his land. He left all the complicated stuff to his friend, Guizhong, who was more than happy to do so. He listened to the prayers of his followers, and was surprised when he heard a voice he had never heard before.

"Morax? I've never heard of him before, tell me more!" He heard the voice say. He couldn't distinguish the gender of whoever said it, but it didn't matter much to him. Morax tried to ignore the urge of wanting to find the person who said it, only to end up giving in anyway and hunting down whoever it was out of his curiosity.

It wasn't long after when he found you.

You were sitting in a field of grass, with the occasional flowers present with a book in hand talking to someone else by your side. He tilted his head curiously, finding the primordial crystalline gem pattern all over you. It seemed to be a recurring design.

Suddenly, you looked up and stared at him in the eye before breaking out in a bright smile. "Oh, hello there! I didn't see you… was there anything you needed from me perhaps?"

He couldn't say anything. The pattern that he saw on your clothes was present in your eye as well. You were absolutely beautiful, you seemed straight out of a greek deity painting and with your uniqueness Morax found himself doubting which one of you was the god and the mortal.

"Excuse me?" Your voice snapped him out of his trance and caused him to shake his head lightly. He didn't know why, but he couldn't say anything in front of you. "That's alright, hm, Dain? If you don't mind, would it be alright for you to leave us alone? I'd like to spend time with this lovely gentleman."

The man who was accompanying you seemed hesitant to leave your side, eyeing Morax apprehensively as if he was more than aware of who he truly was. "Alright, but be sure to call out my name if you need any help."

Morax took his seat beside you, and soon the both of you melted and started talking with each other. You both found yourselves enjoying each other's company, and unanimously decided that this meadow was going to be your spot now. You met him there nearly every single day, and when you couldn't because of your duties, you would send Dain just as Morax would send one of his adepti.

A little after you both met, Morax asked you to be his lover, and you were more than glad to agree. When you heard of his ascension to being an archon, you were delighted for him!

However, due to his ascension, Morax found himself slowly drifting away from you, purposefully avoiding you because of what Celestia had told him would happen if he didn't. However, he greatly underestimated your persistence and your love for each other. Despite knowing that he would most definitely outlive your mortal life, you embraced him with welcome arms.

"I'm glad we met." You kissed him that day, the two of you basking in each other's presence. Anyone could see that you were deeply in love with each other, if Morax's smile didn't say enough, that is.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" You laughed as Morax walked closer to you with a lovesick smile on his face.

"You, darling." Morax hugged you close and tight, as if he was scared that it was the last day the two of you were ever going to be in each other's arms. "I am so, so deeply in love with you."

"As am I." You sighed and leaned into his embrace.

You were happy.

But not for long.

You stared at Morax in betrayal as you held a fellow Khaenri'an's dead body in your arms. Your heart broke when you saw that he no longer acknowledged you as his lover, he was looking at you like some parasite that needed to be rid of.

"How could you do this?" Your words were said in a whisper, looking down as you couldn't stand to look at him in the eyes any longer. "After all that we've been through? I thought…"

"You thought." Morax held his spear tightly in his hand, begging himself to stop and apologize to the love of your life. "I did love you. I loved you more than I was ever supposed to."

"And how much were you supposed to love me?"

"I wasn't."

A tear escaped your eye as you were beheaded by your very own lover. When Morax finally escaped Celestia's tight leash on him when he was destroying Khaenri'ah, he desperately went through the ruins to find your body. "Where are you, where are you, where are you—"

He dropped to his knees at the sight of your head a few meters away from your body. He took it and desperately held it in his arms as if doing that would make it any better. That day, he mourned and grieved the loss of the light of his life.

To this day, it pained him to think about how he killed his own lover, and whenever he looked at his arms he's always tempted to chop them off as a payment for your blood on his hands. Not even dying would forgive him of the sins that he has committed at this point.

Zhongli would never forget the look of pain and betrayal present in your face when you saw that it was him and the rest of the archons disrupting Khaenri'ah's peace and wreaking havoc in the place.

He murdered you in the same place he first met you.

Turned your sanctuary into a bloodshed.

He was a terrible being.

"Forgive yourself. It's been years since the incident. I get it now, it wasn't your fault, my love." A hand was placed on his shoulder and he looked behind only to tear up at the sight of your smiling visage.

He blinked and suddenly you were gone.

That day, Zhongli once again shed his tears for you.

***

He placed a hand on the gravestone he made himself, smiling sadly. "You are right… it is time for me to move forward."

Your ghost smiled at the sight of Zhongli finally letting you go, before disappearing with the gust of a wind.

"I'm glad we met."