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A wolfstar fic about Lorde's song "Writer in the Dark" depicts Sirius and Remus together, and when they are discovered kissing, Sirius freaks out and claims that Remus kissed him, getting Remus into trouble. After that, Remus's life goes to SHIT, and he starts writing songs or books. They then reunite after Remus gains popularity and Sirius needs a favor or something.

"ALL I WANNA DO IS GET HIGH BY THE BEACH!"

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚— HUMAN FYODOR X SIREN FEM READER

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩SUMMARY: A man with a haunting past and a dead lover has already lost hope in all of humanity. He originally wanted to save humanity, not until the only person he loved the most perished because of it. Avenging of what he can, he does heinous crimes and carry a hatred towards humanity due to the loss of his lover.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ — ANGST + HORROR + ROMANCE + PSYCHOLOGY

A/N: Im gonna make this fanfic quite short since I've been busy and drained.. Please enjoy the read<3!

( ၴႅၴ+WARNINGS! : DRUG USAGE, MURDER, DEATH (+ nickname usage, - Lyubov' (love) & Ангел (angel)

Being somebody who is considered 'immortal' wasn't easy, you see the people you love die easily.

Originally, fyodor wanted to save humanity, he believed that everyone needed saving except the people who abused the abilities that was bestowed onto them by the heavens.

He only loved ONE person, a woman who has gained his interest and his affection. The love he had was unconditional and affectionate, a raging storm that was shined upon with the everlasting moonlight. And that was all YOU.

But one day, you needed to visit a certain island due to your studies, being the lover fyodor was, he was quite skeptical and paranoid that something may happen to you, but he didn't wanna cut off your freedom as he does love you dearly.. So he let you off.

With a kiss on the hand and a cheek, you leave the house with a suitcase, on your way to the ship that you were going on, it was a ship controlled by a wealthy and powerful dictator, who the DOSTOEVSKY wasn't fond of.

The ship set sailed in ease..

A few days later, fyodor received a message that the ship went missing. Including you. And the only person who survived it was no other than the dictator himself.

Fyodor clutched his fists as he read through the letter, it wasn't often he was enranged like this, but the melancholic feeling of his lover missing consumed him, how could he let this happen? He should've never let you on in the ship.

Eventually thats when he became a ruthless man, he was already making ability users perish but the only thing he admired and adored the most has been taken away from him, he had a plan. A plan to kill the dictator.

He was used to hiding, but he didn't want to anymore. He'd do anything to avenge your death. Your body wasn't even found.

⁺‧₊˚ஓ༻𓆩♡𓆪༺ஓ˚₊‧⁺

Years passed by, population went down due to his sprees, this void in him was eating him alive.

Every neck he slashed and every shot he has taken was all for you.

He walked through the jagged rocks of the beach, trying to get away from his past. He wanted to forget about it, but he didn't wanna forget you. He walked groggily, he recently took some Lysergic acid diethylamide, he wanted to lay off of life for a second and forget his surroundings. He wasn't normally this disheveled and unhinged, but your death really took a toll on him.

The wind howled through the decaying coastal town, carrying with it the scent of salt and the distant, mournful cries of the sea. Fyodors face gaunt and hollow-eyed, stumbled along the cobblestone streets, the weight of the past dragging at his every step. He had come to this place seeking something anything that could fill the void left by the death of his wife. But in his search for solace, he had found only darkness.

He took another blotter paper with LSD, he walked till the end of the coast line, nobody was around as the numbing feeling of the substance took over his chest, that dulled tha pain he endured. His legs were cut and he was pale and skinny, you were always the one who was taking care of him that he forgot what to eat, drink and how to sleep.

He looked at the moon with half lidded eyes and soft breathing before hearing a familiar voice. The singing was melodic and smooth to hear, a voice that had the same pitch, tone, and key to yours. This can't be real right?

He immediately walks over to the sound, trying to find it. The sky was oddly colorful today. It was a deep blue. He walked over and he hears it getting louder, he breathes heavily. Running towards the sound, he didn't wanna speak yet. He had to find out himself, were you still alive? After all these years?

With unsteady steps, he descended the rocky path to the shore, the waves crashing violently against the rocks. There, in the shallow waters, stood a figure, bathed in the ghostly light of the moon. Her hair tangled and damp, her skin beautiful and glistening with the spray of the sea. But it was her eyes. those familiar, haunting eyes—.. that stopped fyodor in his tracks.

"Lyubov'.." he muttered with wide eyes and disbelief, his sadness washing away from his chest.

His breath caught in his throat. It couldn’t be. Yet, as he looked at her, he was certain that this was his wife, that returned to him from beyond the grave. His heart swelled with a mix of joy and sorrow, his mind reeling with the impossibility of it all.

“fedya.. ” you whispered with a teasing grin, your voice a soft, melodic echo of the song that had called him. breath caught in his throat. It couldn’t be. Yet, as he looked at her, he was certain—this was his wife.. His beloved lover, That returned to him from beyond the grave. His heart swelled with a mix of joy and sorrow, his mind reeling with the impossibility of it all.

“You came back Ангел..!” he choked out, walking toward you with an admiring grin. “I knew you would come back."

The siren, his wife, smiled, a sad, distant expression that seemed almost… wrong.

“I never left, fedya. I've been here all along. Awaiting for your arrival, my dear." you whispered softly in his ear.

He fell to his knees in the icy cold water, reaching out to touch her. His hand trembled as it brushed against your cheek, you leaned into his touch, your skin cold, damp, and scaley..yet familiar.

He grinned gently, wrapping his hands on your waist, admiring your beautiful face. This is what dreams are made of right? Everything felt completely right. His eyes were filled with adoration and solace. The gaping void in his chest was filled once again, he was finally with you. His wife.

"I've done alot of things in the past, im afraid. But i did it all for you." he caressed your skin, but it felt.. Hard and cold. He ignored that, he just wanted to be with you, to touch you, to love you all over again. "I want you to understand, lyubov'. If you come back amd see the way things are now, don't be afraid."

His eyes were locked onto yours, tucking a piece of your hair behind your finned ears. He looked down, seeing your scaley tail. He didn't care of you weren't human anymore.

You lean onto him, "I'm back now.. Come with me instead, into the depths of the ocean." he nods, his gaze locked onto yours, "let go, and be with me.. Forever. In the sea. We'll love again,"— he nodded, his thumb caressing your cheek as he held your waist securely. "we'll laugh again, and we'll be together. Forever."

His heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He had yearned for this moment, to be reunited with you, to finally find peace and have you in his arms. He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, cold and salty like the sea.. But how beautiful you were..

But as he kissed you, he felt nothing but bones. He felt something hard, it wasn't the soft lips that he would kiss every night.

No.

It wasn't.

The substances effect slowly faded away, he looked back at you.. his eyes wide with horror. The figure before him was no longer his wife, no longer the ethereal beauty who had called to him from the sea. She was something else!- something twisted and grotesque. Your bones were pale, bloated, mottled with decay, and your eyes.. those eyes.. were empty, hollow sockets.

This was not a reincarnation of you as a siren. It was your remains. Your rotting missing cadaver that had washed up on shore. Your boned were waterlogged and broken, her limbs twisted at unnatural angles. The crashing waves of the oceans was evident that it crushed your body. The waves and smell of the sea surrounded him as he held your decaying bones.

He looked at your ring finger. It still had the ring he proposed to you with, a patch of grey rotting skin was under the ring. Your skin, that he worshipped and adored the most. His breath was jagged and he held your hand, a single tear dropping down his eye.

The corpse stared back at him with empty eyes, her mouth twisted into a mockery of the smile he loved. He looks down and he held your decaying body close, leaning his head onto your shoulder.

"I.. I will then. If you want it, I'll do it."

It was all a hallucination. But he didn't want to believe that. He believed it was still you. He carried your rotting bones in bridal style, like he did during your wedding day.

He took another dose of his substances and he walked deeper into the ocean.

Deeper.

And deeper..

And deeper.

A/N: the color of the theme is blue and white, completely different from my theme which is red and black..but i wanted to change it up abit. Thanks for reading. This actually made me sad abit..

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i love tragedy 😄

Oneshot -Perhaps in another life. In another time

Fandom: BSD -Bungo Stray Dogs

Ship: Dazai x Reader

TW: mental health problems, suicide, struggling reader, struggling dazai, character death, reader death, angst, no comfort

A/N: I saw this post and felt compelled to write because mood, I honestly feel the same, so uh, this is for you, @r3stingangel

You had met Dazai at a quant cafe below where he worked. You had found your gaze drawn to him. Something about him stood out.

Familiar.

He had caught you staring at him, but he didn't seem mad. He put on a flirtatious mask and walked over to you confronting you about staring. When he drew closer and looked into your eyes, something changed, his mask cracking.

Like he had realized the same thing you had.

Familiarity.

You began visiting that quant cafe more often, letting yourself relax in the presence of someone who understood you.

You came to learn more about each other with each visit, compelling you to continue going. It let you escape from reality for a little while.

The familiarity turned out to be a shared feeling of hopelessness. A shared feeling of purposelessness. Of inadequacy.

Nihilism.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what was under the bandages covering his neck and arms, perhaps even other parts of his body as well. And while you weren't covered in any bandages, you figured he knew you had your own personal scars as well.

Perhaps the biggest difference between you two was his flawless ability to hide behind well-crafted masks. It was something you faintly recall being capable of doing as a child, but now you were simply too exhausted to bother hiding your apathetic nature.

Dazai didn't seem to mind.

After some time of getting to know each other, he invited you to join him at a bar. A place he said held many memories of a time long gone. A time in which he was happy, even if fleeting.

He told you of his two friends, one turned traitor, the other dead.

You remember that night.

Odasaku was the man's name. He took you to his grave that night.

Though no tears were shed you could feel the melancholy surrounding him like an intoxicating aura. Coiling around the two of you like the fog did, seeping into your skin, your bones.

Currently, you were returning his gesture, bringing him to a place that held your happiest memories.

Fleeting as they were.

Before everything in your already difficult life went to absolute shit.

Bills were scattered on your kitchen table, and copies of a resume were among them.

And yet you were currently leading Dazai to a bridge. A beautiful river surrounded on both sides by flowers of all kinds.

It had been your happy place away from your home life where you hung out with your only friend.

You couldn't remember his name. Faint memories of hair so blonde the sun created a halo on his hair. A smile, innocent and youthful. An angel running through flowers in the middle of spring.

Red. Everywhere.

The platinum blonde hair was stained with a garish color.

A warm breeze, telling of the nearing summer shook you from your thoughts as you and Dazai made it to the bridge.

Even at night was it beautiful.

You looked at the man next to you.

He was no angel, far from it.

But perhaps that was why you got along, for you were no angel yourself.

Your hands would forever be stained in the red that seeped through platinum locks of hair.

"It's beautiful." He spoke softly as if to not disturb the calmness of their surroundings.

You smiled looking from Dazai down to the water, to the moon reflecting across in streaks of white. "It is, isn't it?"

Words were meaningless.

Speaking for the sake of speaking.

"My dear belladonna." His sentence left unfinished.

Belladonna's were a beautiful flower.

Poisonous.

"Would you be willing to end our suffering with me, love?" He finished. Words unneeded.

Lovers.

Something you were not.

Perhaps in another life. In another time.

You took his hand.

Moving to sit on the railing of the bridge with him, you looked up at the moon as it stared down, always watching.

You looked at where your hand was intertwined with his then up at his face.

Soft brown curls framed his face in an almost endearing way. Eyes a beautiful brownish burgundy color.

You smiled, genuinely.

He looked at you.

His lips pulled into a genuine smile. He looked tired.

Perhaps you looked the same.

You both closed what little space was left between you.

The kiss was soft. It would've been sweet if not laced with your shared melancholy.

Without breaking the kiss you both slipped off the railing.

Jason was asking her to choose. Mother or child But how could she?

Evelyn Burns Petals

Hello again i figured i would post some of my old stuff since i didn't have the confidence before so i hope you enjoy :D

Finished February 9, 2023

“BURN THE WITCH! BURN THE WITCH!”

Chanting, chanting is all you can hear when you enter the town. It’s fairly common nowadays to hear such words be uttered by so many people. It’s a shame, to hear it another time, however it's not your business, you’d rather stay away and not accidentally get yourself caught again. That time, it almost took you a whole two days for the magic to even get the wound to scab. Either way, the point is that Evelyn is missing.You have a feeling she’s here because two days earlier she had mentioned finding a place that sold mint leaves since you and her had run out. 

The earlier chanting grows louder as you make your way to the centre of town after looking everywhere for Evelyn. Hundreds, if not thousands of women, men and children alike all gather around a podium in the centre of town. The podium had what looked to be a wooden beam with the silhouette of a person you can’t seem to make out, all tied up as a person on the right seemed to be making a speech. However you were unable to hear what exactly they were preaching about for the chanting had elevated to a nearly deafening sound.

“BURN THE WITCH! BURN THE WITCH! BURN THE WITCH!!!”

You, by some miracle, get past the other townspeople just enough to just make out the person, but by that time you were already too late as the fire had already started burning.

“EVELYN!!!!”

You’re running now, your hood has fallen' off as you’re trying desperately to get past the townspeople most not moving as they and you watch the fire creep closer to Evelyn.

“GET OUT OF MY WAY!!” “EVELYN!!!”

You finally manage to get past the people in front of you, them recognizing you seemed to have made them move, clearing a path for you to get to the podium. The chanting grows ever louder as you make your way up the stairs, pushing past the mayor and getting to Evelyn. You’re suddenly being pulled back further away from her as she’sburningshe’sburning SHE’S BURNING!! You don’t even care any more as you are struggling to get out of whoever is keeping you awayawayAWAY SHE NEEDS ME!! 

BANG!

Everything goes silent, so silent even that you're not sure if the silence is only for you or if the world had gone quiet for that single moment.  You’re let go, somehow, but you don’t care as you run as her smoldering body falls, you catch her; she’s still hot to the touch but you can’t seem to feel a thing as she lays there, in your arms. She almost looks peaceful if not for her being so chard you almost can’t recognize her. Someone is speaking to you but all you can care to even think about is her body, she’sdeadshe’sdead SHE’S DEAD! 

“Hey! It’s alright it’s dead, the wicked witch is dead! She can’t hurt you anymore like she did to us!”

You stop in your tracks for a moment, 

she can’t hurt me anymore like she did to them?

Evelyn? the girl who took you in when you were on your last legs. Evelyn, the woman who would make flower crowns out of burning blossoms for you and her on summer days. Evelyn, who wouldn’t even hurt a fly when it was in the house being a nuisance, and instead held it with a wood carved cup and paper underneath to let back outside? EVELYN who would give the worst criminals a chance. THAT EVELYN!?!

The thought of her, losing her, especially in this way, makes you thirst for something more. 

Something deadly 

For them to not only disrespect her as a person and not view her as a person is despicable in its own right. But to take her out of this world!! You feel something equally worse than rage, something that screamed murder, that screamed blood, and to hurt hurt HURT!

Next thing that happens the person behind you starts screaming and coughing up blood. So much blood the pool reaches to your kneeling body. The mayors - you figure from the screams- “bodyguards” become worried, one of them asking behind you,

“What did you do, WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO!!”

“oh?”

You ask while lowering the body (Evelyn's body, she’s dead SHE’S DEAD), turning around to face the “guards”, cocking your head, face already morphed into an almost doll-like smile nearly able to hide your burning rage. 

“What did I do?” 

“Well you see, what I did there is what you will all experience when I'm done with you”

The crowd begins to whisper words and share worried glances at each other waiting anxiously for someone, anyone to be brave enough to ask the question they’re all thinking.

“What is it?”

The only other “guard” who isn’t coddling the mayor is the only person to ask the question. Silence stretches for what felt like hours but was more likely minutes just waiting for you to answer their question. Fearful of what you might say. You wait to answer even debating on whether or not to even answer their question. You make your decision after what was really minutes. 

You turn to the guard, and you answer.

“Death”

The crowd gasps clearly distraught by the answer, however most too scared to speak some foolish ones screamed profanities however those to soon die down to nothing. The guards stand guard around their ruler in fear of what else you might possibly do to their mayor. It was almost cute if not for the anger you still feel. You turn to the crowd still not finished with your speech.  

“AND YOU ALL HAVE 24 HOURS TO EVACUATE THIS PLACE BEFORE I BURN THIS PLACE JUST AS YOU HAD DONE TO MY BELOVED, MY WORLD!!” You nearly scream this out loud, your voice cracking ever so slightly. You feel your voice might rip open and stop making sound.

“AND EVEN WHEN YOU ALL THINK YOU SAFE I WILL COME FOR EACH ONE OF YOU AND KILL YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES!” you feel anger swelling up inside you, you almost can't breathe. You try taking a mental breath but the images of her still burn brightly in your mind you give up.

“TAKE THIS AS A LESSON TO NEVER AND I MEAN NEVER TRIFLE WITH THE MOTHER OF STARS! SERVANT OF DEATH AGAIN!!” you feel as though your body is shaking immensely as you pour your soul out helplessly hoping someone will listen. 

But no one ever listens

You turn back to the mayor, no longer the doll-like face before now a void with hundreds of thousands eyes nearly covering your face staring. back. at. him.

“This is not the end, but the beginning of your end.”

And as if she was never there the ‘witch’ vanishes leaving the town with dread for the inevitable. 

Most don't leave that day, most not believing what she said. And with their decision they never leave again, the town seemingly still burning to this day. However those who did leave and did listen, those people lived in constant fear that one day she may come back and take their lives once more…..

And for Evelyn's body, may she rest under the burning blossom tree. Forever to burn elegantly.

An Eternity Without You, is an Eternity of Suffering

TW: Fluff turns to angst :) Neuvillette x Furina aka Immortal x Mortal hehehehe

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“Come on dance with me!” Furina called out to Neuvillette as she stood on the surface of the water. The white haired woman reaching out a hand to him as he stood at the edge of the lake, the turquoise waters lapping at his shoes. “Is the hydro dragon really scared of a little water?” Furina laughed with a smile on her face as she splashed some water in his direction.

“I do not fear the water, I simply-”

“Come on then!” She didn't let him finish his sentence, pulling him along to the center of the lake. (For the purposes of this story Neuvillette can walk on water.) “Neuvillette.” Furina pouted as the taller man attempted to retreat to the safety of the shore. “Dance with me. Please?” She begged, clinging to his arm, “Please Neuvillette, just one dance? And then I promise we can go home. I don’t want to dance alone.”

“...Very well.” He sighed, “One dance it is,” Neuvillette took her hand in his as Furina beamed, he had promised that he would never let Furina dance alone, not ever again. The taller man let her lead him, Furina twirled around him, leading him through the waltz. Neuvillette let himself crack a smile as he admired Furina, the way she would look down to make sure her feet matched with his, the way one strand of her hair curved up and bobbed with each movement. 

“You're surprisingly good at this Monsieur.” Furina smiled, as Neuvillette spun her. 

“Your standards for me are far too low, Lady Furina .” Neuvillette scoffed, “I can dance.” 

“Well how was I supposed to know?” Furina rolled her eyes playfully. “You almost never do.” As the dance came to a close she detached herself from Neuvillette. 

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“Look, it looks just like you.” Furina giggled as she lifted up the soggy creature. 

“It does not.” Neuvillette glanced at the otter she held in her hands. “It looks nothing like me.” Neuvillette sipped his water, turning his head away from the creature.

“Oh come on. Look.” Furina lifted the creature higher, “It looks just like you. It even has your blue horns!”

“It has stripes not horns.” Neuvillette corrected, throwing the creature a subtle glare. 

“Hmph.” Furina pouted, setting the creature down. “I think the Melusines would agree with me.” The former archon huffed, leaning against the taller man, her head against his shoulder as she watched the otters swim and play in the fontainian sea.

“They most certainly would not.” Neuvillette handed Furina a glass of water.

“You say that now.” Furina waved a finger at him. “But just you wait, I’ll ask Sigewinne when we see her again. With how long she spends in the fortress she's bound to see the otters at least a few times.” Furina smirked. “And I’m sure she would agree with me.”

“...I do not look like the otters of Fontaine.” Neuvillette huffed.

“Denial is a river in the Sumeru Desert.” Furina shrugged with a laugh.

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“Stay still Neuvillette.” Furina scolded. 

“I apologize.” Neuvillette tried to stay still as the woman brushed out his hair. Carefully removing any knots and tangles his hair had developed overnight, she did her best in trying not to yank at his hair. However he couldn't help but wince every once in a while when she pulled too hard. 

“You don't even move that much while you sleep. How does your hair get this knotted?” Furina complained as she brushed. 

“I do not know,” Neuvillette replied honestly, “Please be careful with-”

“Be careful with your horns. I know.” Furina laughed, using one hand to gently run her hand over the blue horns that protruded from his skull. They were both hard and soft, it felt like touching water if the water was solid and not wet. “They're so pretty.” Furina smiled as she worked around them. 

“As you have mentioned before.” Neuvillette smiled as he felt the woman start to braid his hair. 

“I can't help it! It is pretty.” Furina pouted. “You have to agree on that.” 

“Hm. Very well I shall agree with you Lady Furina.” Neuvillette watched her work through her reflection in the mirror. “What do you have to do today Lady Furina?” Neuvillette asked as he looked at her, 

“Just some filming.” Furina waved a hand. 

“Are you not worried that you will be late?” Neuvillette inquired, his voice soft.

“No. It's still early in the morning Neuvillette, and we have to film during the day.” Furina laughed, her laugh warmed his heart. 

“I see. And what are you shooting?” He asked softly. 

“Today it's a scene where the man confesses to his lover… but they cannot be together not yet anyway,” She chuckled, “So the man is left alone with his bouquet of rainbow roses at the bench and it's all sad.” 

“I see.” Neuvillette smiled, “I will have to see this film when it comes out.”

“You better!” Furina gasped, “If you don't show up to the premiere I’ll be sad. And mad.” She expertly wove the ribbon into his hair tying the braid. 

“Then I shall be there to witness your new film.” Neuvillette smiled, standing up and offering her a hand. 

“Hmph-” Furina stood up, “You better or I will cry.” 

“Tell me the date of the premiere then ma chérie.” Neuvillette pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. “Have a pleasant day.” He smiled, noticing the blush that dusted her cheeks.

“You too.” Furina smiled, waving him away as she got ready for her day. 

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The clapping faded away as Neuvillette rushed backstage, the performance Furina had put on in the musical had been amazing, oh how he loved seeing her perform. The way she would twirl onstage and smile her blinding smile. Furina in question had already changed out of her costume and was wearing her usual dark blue suit and white shorts, the hydro vision hung off her sash by her waist.

“Oh Neuvillette!” Furina spotted him almost instantly running over. “What did you think?” She beamed, clapping her hands excitedly. 

“I think it was wonderful,” Neuvillette smiled, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. “You really are a wonderful actress ma dulcinée.” He handed her a bouquet of rainbow roses.

“Thank you mon amour .” Furina beamed, gripping the bouquet excitedly. 

“I do think we should celebrate this.” Neuvillette mused, “Where would you like to go eat?” 

“Oh can we go to the Hotel Deboard?” Furina smiled, “They have wonderful desserts.”

“I do hope you don't plan on just eating desserts.” Neuvillette smiled as he walked out of the Opera Epiclese with Furina. “That wouldn’t be very filling.”

“But they're good.” Furina smiled as she walked alongside him, Neuvillettes hand resting on her hip.

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“Neuvillette… I burnt the macaroni…” Furina stared miserably at the blackened macaroni in the pot. 

“Tsk- Let me cook Furina darling.” Neuvillette gently shooed her away from the kitchen. 

“You can't just serve water and call that food,” Furina huffed as she played with a glass that was left out. 

“I will not just serve water.” Neuvillette scoffed, “I will make Consomme Purete.” He announced proudly, “And it will be made using only the finest water-”

“Mon dragon, I think you're the only person in Teyvat who can taste different water. Water is water.” Furina rolled her eyes. 

“It is not!” Neuvillette stared at her, mouth hanging agape. “Furina! Take that back! You know Fontaine has the best water.” 

“How am I supposed to judge when you won't let me near other water?” Furina snorted, “You say Liyue water is salty and full of vortex overlord remnants and you won't even let me try it.”

“Because it’s bad water.” Neuvillette sipped his glass of water. “Its taste is by far the worst out of all seven nations in Teyvat. That much salt would probably kill you Furina.”

“Oh please how salty could it be?” Furina rolled her eyes. “And how in the name of Celestia do you figure out what vortex remnants taste like-” She swiveled her head to give him a pointed stare. “Do you regularly eat vortex remains-” 

“You have gotten off topic.” Neuvillette waved a hand, “I am trying to cook.”

“Answer my question Neuvillette!” Furina whined. 

“No.” 

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Furina pointed as a gold fish swam by. “Look!” She motioned for Neuvillette to follow her as she led him through the kelp forests of Fontaine. Furina spun through the ruins, twirling in the water as if she belonged there all along. Neuvillette smiled as he watched Furina dart around like a fish, dragging him along as she pointed at the animals. 

“Furina I must-”

“No wait, stay a little bit longer.” Furina pleaded. (Idk if you can talk underwater I'm just gonna guess you can in Fontaine) 

“Very well.” Neuvillette sighed. “How could you exploit the fact that I cannot say no to you?” He “reluctantly” swimmed after her, easily catching up to Furina, the water was his domain after all. “Are you enjoying yourself, Lady Furina?” 

“Look at how cute it is!” Furina squealed as she grabbed Nevullittes hand pointing at a sleeping blubber seal. “How is it that it took me this long to go beneath the water? Did you know about this place?” Furina asked as she swam through the kelp forest.

“You have never swam in the Fontaine sea?” Neuvillette raised a brow, that was news to him. 

“Nope! I never knew it was this pretty…” Furina beamed as a school of iridescent fish swam past her. Neuvillette smiled at the sight, watching as fish of all colors swirled around his Furina. As if she truly was the deity of water.

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The sunset glowed white against the water, the waves softly moving and churning with the wind as Furina and Neuvillette sat next to each other by the shore. “Time flies doesn't it Neuvillette?” Furina whispered as she looked out at the sea

“I suppose it does.” The ludex answered softly.

“These past six hundred years have been an interesting experience.” Furina whispered, her head against the stoic man. Unlike her Neuvillette hadn’t aged a day, while Furina’s hair had grayed and wrinkles appeared on her face, the hydro dragon remained the same. However despite her old and weary joints, and her cracking voice, her eyes with their teardrop shaped pupils never lost their spark. “For five hundred of those years I was playing an archon… and for these past hundred… I have been playing myself.” Furina laughed just as she had used to when she was young. “However, these past one hundred years with you… have been wonderful Neuvillette.”

“Amour what are you saying?” Neuvillette looked over at her. 

“I can feel it Neuvillette. My time is almost up.” Furina smiled softly, standing up and extending a hand to him. “Mon dragon, dance with me one last time?”

“I… very well ma déesse.” Nevuillette took her hand, leading her through a careful waltz. Each step felt like a thousand shards of ice piercing his heart as Furina danced with him. Despite her old body, she didn't stumble through the dance, gliding smoothly over the water just as they used to all those years ago. Neuvillette could feel the tears in his eyes, the slow rain that began only confirming that he was crying. Furina paused mid spin, noticing the water droplets that disturbed the stillness of the waters.

“Oh Neuvillette… getting sad again are you?” Furina smiled at him. 

“How can I not?” He replied, his voice cracking with pain. 

“This is the best ending I could ever dream of.” Furina smiled, wiping away his tears with her hand. “After six hundred years… I can finally truly rest.”

“Furina…” Neuvillette held her hand against his cheek as he closed his eyes. “I…”

“I love you Neuvillette, and I will love you for eternity.” Furina wiped his eyes. 

“Furina…” Neuvillette gripped her hand looking at her pleadingly. “An eternity without you… that is an eternity of suffering…”

“Well if you think about it… not even you will live forever…” Furina smiled, “And one day we will be reunited… I promise it…”

“Furina…” The rain hammered down around them. 

“Oh, hydro dragon, hydro dragon… dont cry….” She whispered, her lips ghosting over his for the last time.

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Authors Note:

Furina and Neuvillette have different dynamics based on my mood maybe they are dating maybe they are siblings/family. However, In no world are they both siblings/family and dating. (Dont date your family guys)

Reposting this bc I’m not letting this shit flop

-🍷

You in my blurred memories

{Yes, I am back with another fic, this one being angst! Maybe I’ll make something happy in the future? As for now, enjoy this angst~ -Kaveh Also, Tw for vivid descriptions of d3ath, yelling, cursing (?), and swords}

It was seemingly another day of Kaveh not being home. Alhaitham thought nothing of it, not expecting anything strange of it or weird. He was almost never home, it became a nightly occurrence. He would wake up, they would eat breakfast together (and he would listen to his “annoying” rants that he may or may not secretly enjoy), and kiss Alhaitham goodbye, and exit the house. He usually would be back by midnight, only to repeat the process once more. A cycle the both of them grew accustomed to. Sure it was strange, but it was uniquely theirs.

Tonight was different. It was soon midnight, and no sign of Kaveh. He decided to wait longer. 1 am. 2 am. No sign of him yet. Alhaitham grabbed the keys to the house and left. He thought of one place he would be, the tavern. Maybe he’s drunk. He thought. Maybe he had too much to drink and passed out… the thought of him being in such state worried him. It wasn’t until he rounded the corner where he saw a sight he wished to unsee.

“Al…hai…tham” A familiar voice croaked. Blood on the streets, a sword to his stomach. No…no, this is just some nightmare, right? “Kaveh!” Alhaitham cried out. The once stoic mask he wore broke. He dashed to Kaveh’s side. “Who did this to you?!” He asked, his question being answered with shadows.

“YOU BASTARDS” Alhaitham yelled. He saw red, sword now in his hands. “YOU FUCKERS WILL PAY FOR THIS!” He yelled while fighting off the ones who stabbed Kaveh. Bodies now on the floor, Alhaitham’s sword stained with their blood. His attention turned to Kaveh, who seemed to be trying to hang on. “Wait here, I’ll get hel-“ “No, it’s too late” Kaveh interrupted. “Don’t say that Kaveh, it’s not too late! You can be-“ “No. I can’t be saved this time, Alhiatham.” Alhaitham was silenced for a moment before saying “You…you can’t leave me too…Kaveh plea-“ “Do me a favor. Forget me” Kaveh says, before coughing, blood now covering his sleeve. “Kaveh…” Alhaitham says, stunned.

Footsteps were heard approaching. Kaveh took out the sword from his stomach, going to the group of people out for him. “Kaveh, what are you-“ He then froze. There’s no way…Kaveh had a look of determination mixed with a grimace of pain. “If I’m gonna die, I’m dying a hero” Kaveh says with determination. He had no idea what came over him. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, or perhaps the drinks he had that night. His vision glowing a bright hue as he fought, Ahaitham watching stunned. “Kaveh…you…you idiot…” He mumbles, watching Kaveh fight off the perpetrators. He knew it was over once he took the sword out. It was like he was signing off his chances of survival.

”Are you proud of me, Haitham?” Kaveh asks, a smile on his face. He looked so proud, having fought them off. He then collapsed, Alhaitham rushing to him, holding his body. His pulse is weak…

Kaveh is dying in my arms he thought, words being hard to make in this situation. Time was running out, and he felt so helpless, his only love now slowly fading out of existence. “Ka-“ “I know…Alhaitham?” Kaveh says, looking directly at Alhaitham’s eyes. “Yes, Kaveh?” Alhaitham answers, his eyes watery, body now shaking, trying his best to keep himself together. Kaveh then spoke his last words “Your eyes…are so…beautiful…the most gorgeous work of art I’ve seen…” And with a smile, he closed his eyes, never to wake up again.

“Kaveh? Please….don’t leave me alone…”

You in my blurred memories

{Yes, I am back with another fic, this one being angst! Maybe I’ll make something happy in the future? As for now, enjoy this angst~ -Kaveh Also, Tw for vivid descriptions of d3ath, yelling, cursing (?), and swords}

It was seemingly another day of Kaveh not being home. Alhaitham thought nothing of it, not expecting anything strange of it or weird. He was almost never home, it became a nightly occurrence. He would wake up, they would eat breakfast together (and he would listen to his “annoying” rants that he may or may not secretly enjoy), and kiss Alhaitham goodbye, and exit the house. He usually would be back by midnight, only to repeat the process once more. A cycle the both of them grew accustomed to. Sure it was strange, but it was uniquely theirs.

Tonight was different. It was soon midnight, and no sign of Kaveh. He decided to wait longer. 1 am. 2 am. No sign of him yet. Alhaitham grabbed the keys to the house and left. He thought of one place he would be, the tavern. Maybe he’s drunk. He thought. Maybe he had too much to drink and passed out… the thought of him being in such state worried him. It wasn’t until he rounded the corner where he saw a sight he wished to unsee.

“Al…hai…tham” A familiar voice croaked. Blood on the streets, a sword to his stomach. No…no, this is just some nightmare, right? “Kaveh!” Alhaitham cried out. The once stoic mask he wore broke. He dashed to Kaveh’s side. “Who did this to you?!” He asked, his question being answered with shadows.

“YOU BASTARDS” Alhaitham yelled. He saw red, sword now in his hands. “YOU FUCKERS WILL PAY FOR THIS!” He yelled while fighting off the ones who stabbed Kaveh. Bodies now on the floor, Alhaitham’s sword stained with their blood. His attention turned to Kaveh, who seemed to be trying to hang on. “Wait here, I’ll get hel-“ “No, it’s too late” Kaveh interrupted. “Don’t say that Kaveh, it’s not too late! You can be-“ “No. I can’t be saved this time, Alhiatham.” Alhaitham was silenced for a moment before saying “You…you can’t leave me too…Kaveh plea-“ “Do me a favor. Forget me” Kaveh says, before coughing, blood now covering his sleeve. “Kaveh…” Alhaitham says, stunned.

Footsteps were heard approaching. Kaveh took out the sword from his stomach, going to the group of people out for him. “Kaveh, what are you-“ He then froze. There’s no way…Kaveh had a look of determination mixed with a grimace of pain. “If I’m gonna die, I’m dying a hero” Kaveh says with determination. He had no idea what came over him. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, or perhaps the drinks he had that night. His vision glowing a bright hue as he fought, Ahaitham watching stunned. “Kaveh…you…you idiot…” He mumbles, watching Kaveh fight off the perpetrators. He knew it was over once he took the sword out. It was like he was signing off his chances of survival.

”Are you proud of me, Haitham?” Kaveh asks, a smile on his face. He looked so proud, having fought them off. He then collapsed, Alhaitham rushing to him, holding his body. His pulse is weak…

Kaveh is dying in my arms he thought, words being hard to make in this situation. Time was running out, and he felt so helpless, his only love now slowly fading out of existence. “Ka-“ “I know…Alhaitham?” Kaveh says, looking directly at Alhaitham’s eyes. “Yes, Kaveh?” Alhaitham answers, his eyes watery, body now shaking, trying his best to keep himself together. Kaveh then spoke his last words “Your eyes…are so…beautiful…the most gorgeous work of art I’ve seen…” And with a smile, he closed his eyes, never to wake up again.

“Kaveh? Please….don’t leave me alone…”

i have rewatched atwow in the cinema and yall better prepare for the neteyam x näytle angst post