𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔.

When people first meet the twins, they think that Aether is the chaotic one and Lumine is the stotic one, until they realize their mistake when Lumine tries to stab whatever problems they have and Aether has to stop her.

COULDA, WOULDA, SHOULDA, DIDN'T (ALTERNATE ENDING).

➳ synopsis: aventurine has never lost. that's what he tells people when he makes bets and in passing conversation about gambling. but every night when he lays in bed, he will always think about the day he almost lost you. angst version.

➳ character/s: aventurine

➳ warnings: 2.1 spoilers, aventurine backstory spoilers, aventurine real name spoilers, mentions of death, slavery (it's not romanticised, you're safe-), mentions of torture, blood, hurt/comfort, marriage, sleeping together (literally), reader described as beautiful

➳ word count: 0.7k

➳ notes: here's the happy version for those who were asking for it LMAO also i jumped on the bandwagon of fic writers inspired by aventurine official art-

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

aventurine will never forget the day he met you. he himself didn't know much better than you did as you ran for your lives as children, but he knew he never wanted to see you like that ever again. that night, he thinks he fell in love.

even with the heavy metal cuffs crushing your wrists, he thought you were beautiful. in the most horrible circumstances, you found solace in each other's arms. aventurine made it a habit to kiss your brand mark and then your forehead as he let you use his arm as a pillow. any screams of pain either of you made as you were roughly dragged from your cell to undergo 'disciplining' haunt your minds in the rare moments of emptiness.

the day aventurine was bought away by jade, he's never felt fear quite the same as looking back and seeing you be dragged away by your cuffs, calling out for him as he left while you were pulled further down the abyss of pain and agony.

"i'll come back for you, wait for me!" he yelled behind him. he was desperate, he didn't know if he would ever get to come back for you and ultimately, that scared him more. the idea that his last interaction with you was filled with despair only fueled his desire to rise to the top. he would free himself and ensure that when (if) he freed you, you would have everything you needed immediately.

aventurine remembers the day he came back for you. he'd beat up a lot of guards, and possibly killed a couple, only to find you unconscious and bleeding onto the cold concrete floor in your cell. scrambling to his knees, he held you in his arms and bolted out the door, desperately praying to whatever god would listen that you were alive.

he lived a nightmare as you recuperated in hospital, but nothing came close to making him cry since leaving you than holding your hand and kissing you all over again as if it was your first time. each night as he slept in the chair beside your hospital bed, he wondered what would've happened if he never got to you or was too late.

when he proposed to you, it felt like a fever dream. when he woke up the next morning to see you beside him, ring glinting in the morning sun and cheek pressed into a silk pillowcase rather than dusty concrete. he smiled in adoration, pulling you closer by the waist and chuckling at your sleepy whine of protest before burying your head into his chest and falling back asleep. taking your hand in his, he kissed the ring he'd given to you as a token of your engagement, resting his chin atop your head.

his phone rang and he sighed, blindly reaching behind him to check who was calling him. dr. ratio.

groggily, he answered. "you're calling early, don't you know i'm spending my paid leave with my wonderful fiance?"

aventurine could practically hear the eye roll from dr. ratio over the phone. "i am well aware, i just thought you would want to be informed that i have located your old master that was missing from the premises when you were searching for them," he said, probably polishing one of his marble busts to occupy himself.

"...keep an eye on him. i'll figure out what to do with him when i get more sleep." and with that, aventurine hung up the phone. he returned his attention to you and caressed his thumb over your hip as he pondered this newfound information.

he could've lost you if he didn't get there when he did. he's grateful for that, because he can have you by his side forever and a little bit more. he would've come looking for you to discover you'd died if he didn't push himself harder than recommended to rise to the top. he should've lost you, for that is what the sick gods on some alternate plane of reality deemed reasonable for his kind.

he didn't.

Breeding Kink | Dragon!Zhongli

Pairing: Zhongli x fem!reader

Genre: SMUTTTT!! 

Words: 4.6k

A/N: So uh yeah, this was mainly inspired by hcs from @genshin-spice​!! thank you for the ideas sjkdha as well as the asks I have received! I decided to combine them into one fic bc im lazy i hope u like it jkasdha

Warning: THIS IS AN 18+ FIC, SO MINORS OUT THERE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. 

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It was in the dead of the night.

Zhongli breathed in; eyes dilated.

His study was quiet—yet all he could hear was his heart beat pounding violently against his chest and the sound of skin rubbing against skin.

He couldn’t take it.

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▾ ꭛ ˖ ︴CHARACTERS : aether x reader

▾ ꭛ ˖ ︴WARNINGS : aether cursing, mentions of blood and injury

▾ ꭛ ˖ ︴NOTE : i made a seven deadly sins reference hehe. proof read, i wrote this at 1 am 💀

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aether had always been odd, but not in an unpleasant way. rather, he was mysterious—yes, that is the proper word to describe him.

always soft-spoken, always smiling—so bright it can rival the sun—and always ready to solve whatever problem comes your way.

halting your movements, you stand in front of your household, captured in a daze. your thoughts were filled with a certain male blonde, not because you were too lovestruck—although that isn't too far of an assumption.

you were never graced by lady luck's mercy, but it had not always been like this. death never greeted you when you least expected it every waking moment. telltales of a curse passed down from generation to generation had you wondering whether you were its unfortunate victim.

however, you digress.

aether, as if someone godsend, is always there with his blade shining a dangerous glint, ready to deflect death's scythe. whenever death lingers a little bit too close, you best know that the male twin would have you in his safe embrace.

"it's as if he knew just what will transpire," you mumbled absentmindedly, unaware of your feet leading you out of the safety of your home and into the dangers of mondstadt territory.

recently, wolfhounds have begun appearing near mondstadt city. you could only hope that something large-scale as this isn't due to your awful fortune. it led you to believe bennett's bad luck is tamer than yours.

where would you be now without aether? a visionless person like you, not acknowledged by the gods, surely is not a threat to death. yet, what did your bloodline even do to receive such a curse—if your family really is cursed—and what is its nature?

alas, a normal citizen such as you, or as normal as one can be, cannot protect yourself from the unexpected outcry of the said wolfhounds that once invaded the territory of lupus boreas. as quick as lightning, disappearing in a blink of an eye and reappearing with their razor-sharp nails covered with a corrosive substance, you found yourself surrounded.

panic and fear overcame your whole senses and only then were you able to snap out of your daze. what can a mere basket with sweet madames do? your friends in springvale would certainly not like it if you give them ruined food.

you can almost taste blood in your mouth, the horrific taste of metal making you want to gag. death began to appear before you once more, this time, in the form of massive claws set out to rip you to shreds.

with your instincts into overdrive, you sidestepped one attack, only to land yourself in front of another. a cry rang out, and it only registered to you that the noise was your own when jolts of pain traveled throughout your body, paralyzing you on the spot. a substance so warm and sticky trickled down your arm, dirtying the ground and turning them red.

you looked up, your vision dimming, and razor-sharp teeth greeted you. your head will be cut off, and all you can think about is aether.

a glint of a silver blade blinded you, prompting you to close your eyes as drops of blood decorated your face. it burned but it was nothing compared to the searing pain in your arm. still, even the pain numbed down as your heart continued to pound erratically. 

it only registered in your ear that a familiar voice is screaming for your name, calling you desperately.

"aether…" you muttered knowingly before opening your eyes.

just like the many times he had saved you from death, his long and golden hair appeared disheveled, his face drained of blood, and his knuckles white from gripping his blade too tight. his golden irises eyed you with the same intensity, the same concern, and the same care.

when he saw your state, aether could feel his heart drop. he may have gotten rid of the wolfhounds, but you were still hit, their poison making it difficult for you to even move.

he could lose you at any given moment. not again.

"shit! we need to take you back to the cathedral!"

the next thing you knew, you were hoisted up in his arms, carried like a bride. the hailed hero of teyvat ran as if his life depended on it, your weight seemingly nothing for him. 

"don't close your eyes, okay, love? i'll bring you to barbara and she will patch you up." his voice trembled, you noticed, and the endearment did not escape your ear either. unfortunately, there were more pressing matters at hand.

even in your predicament—with the adrenaline leaving your body, and the wound beginning to hurt once again—you still find it in you to form coherent thoughts.

"why…?"

it was not a question pertaining to why he saved you, but to ask why he always manages to be there for you no matter which corner of teyvat you find yourself in.

aether knew what you meant, and his lips that were shut tight before began to move. he clutched onto you so tightly, desperate to feel your warmth, reassuring him for the nth time that you were still with him.

"i failed you one hundred and six times, i won't let you slip away this time."

for he who once traveled worlds, now traveled time and space, breaking taboos and disrupting balance, all to find a timeline where you lived.

▾ ꭛ ˖ ︴END NOTE : likes and reblogs are very much appreciated. thank you for the 200+ follows! i may open requests for an event soon, idk not really confident still.

⭒ kaeya, xiao, diluc, and albedo: argument repercussions hcs ⭒

request for anon: hello!!! was wondering if i could request kaeya, xiao, and any genshin characters who had a huge argument with y/n just before their mission/quest and they say some really hurtful words to y/n—like ‘burden’ or 'pathetic’ (btw the genshin bois didn’t come with you to the mission)

then y/n gets attacked and gravely injured during the mission; the guards who accompanied them insist they call [genshin character] for help but y/n says no—still hurt from the argument because they don’t wanna be a burden, or be pathetic. y/n tells them to head back home and that they can handle it on their own

the guards left y/n because they were persistent, but reader never came back

[genshin character] is worried that the guards came home without them so after many more hours and they still hadn’t come home, they go back to the mission site only to find y/n on the ground, lying in their pool of blood; unconscious and barely has any pulse

[genshin character] asks why they left them be and the guards tell him that the last words they told them was not wanting to be a burden

this breaks [genshin character]’s heart because y/n is on death’s door just because of them, and now they feel awfully guilty— regretting ever telling them those hurtful words which could lead to their death, and the thought of y/n thinking they’re pathetic and a burden to everyone before dying makes them feel worse—y/n’s pained and hurtful expression during their argument tormenting him

oh god it’s too much–i’m sorryyy :< i hope it’s not too much pressure :’( i’ve been craving for some hardcore angst and prompts like these are my faves:// you don’t have to do it tho! but if you do, thank you so so sooo muchh <33 again, don’t feel pressured to do it and feel free to ignore itt

NOOO DO NOT APOLOGIZE THIS WAS SO GOOD I GOT THIS AND IMMEDIATELY SHOWED ONE OF MY PARTNERS AND OUR FRIEND BECAUSE ITS SO TASTY AND WE ALL THRIVE ON ANGST

i did slightly alter a few things for some parts, but each hc list follows the same main path! i hope this lives up to what you wanted, i had an absolutely blast writing it :)

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pairing: kaeya, xiao, diluc, and albedo x reader (separately)

characters: kaeya alberich, xiao, diluc ragnvindr, albedo

genre: angst

word count: 1963

warnings: very brief mentions of injury/blood

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kaeya

⋆ though kaeya rarely means any insults he throws at you, there are times when he’s not thinking and lets something slip—something that stings

⋆ neither of you can really recall what sets off your argument shortly before you leave, but it quickly escalates, and kaeya snaps at you

⋆ “are you so useless that you can’t do anything for yourself?”

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nvm my favorite angst is when the characters cheats, reader finds out. The reader leaves and then dies (accident or kills themselves bc they can't live without the character) 🤷🏻‍♀️ anything that's has to do with cheating and death is just so good. Really pulls at the heart strings </3