The Other Side Of The Door

— the other side of the door —

moving into your new shared home with kazuha

dedicated to @calyxcore <3

gn! reader

genre: fluff, modern au

warnings: none, just a fluffy short drabble with hopefully good vibes <3

a faded sun and a slight autumn breeze greet you and kazuha this morning, as you two stop for a moment in the threshold of what’s to be your new home. kazuha’s fingers lock between yours, as the last remnants of summer flutter to the ground in the form of green leaves.

“wait kazu!” you tug on the sleeve of his hoodie, right before he opens the door to your new house. “let me take a picture? of you and kaze?” you plead, giving him the doe eyes, and pointing at the white kitten you’re holding in your free arm.

kazuha’s lips curve up into a soft smile. chuckling, he plants a tender kiss on your forehead, already taking the small cat from your arms and holding it, posing in front of the new building. he could never say no to you, after all.

quickly taking out your phone you frame both your boyfriend and his cat (now belonging to the both of you) into the picture perfect image of happiness, kazuha’s scarlet eyes crinkled up in twin crescent moons, the way the kitten paws at his chest eliciting light melodic giggles from your lover.

you walk back to him, taking the kitten back into your arms and leaning against kazuha as he officially opens the door to what will be your shared home from now on.

the space is illuminated by the gentle light filtering through the clear curtained windows. the trucks carrying all your belongings won’t get here for another hour, so the house is still devoid of furnishings.

the kitten leaps from your arms and into the wooden floor, making himself at home in the empty living room. you chuckle, one of your hands finding kazuha’s once again, slipping your fingers between his and swinging your joined hands back and forth.

as you both stroll through your new home, kazuha’s thoughts wander to moments he wants to make with you here: cuddling in the couch, covered in a soft blanket, watching spirited away for the nth time, as you hold him closer at the emotional scenes; composing songs about you on his guitar, writing haikus about you and about how happy he is with you; cooking together, baking pumpkin pastries in autumn, making ice cream in the summer; eating watermelon as you both rest on your balcony, overlooking the city; waking up next to you everyday, with you in his arms and kissing your perfect lips first thing when you open your eyes… suddenly, his line of thought is interrupted by your excited voice.

“kazuha! kazuha! kazu! look, look!!” you’re excitedly pointing at something out the window, beckoning him to come closer. and when he does, kazuha’s autumn eyes shine a little brighter. “it’s a maple tree, isn’t it? it wasn’t here when we came to see this house!” you say.

and indeed, a young and small maple tree is growing on the opposite sidewalk, perfectly visible through the glass panes of your living room’s windows, its bright red leaves swaying to the gentle first autumn winds.

hugging you from behind, kazuha closes his eyes for a brief instant, a gentle smile lighting up his features, as you lean into his chest. he can’t wait to spend every minute with you, as the maple tree across the street grows big, its branches casting red translucent shadows over your garden, witnessing every smile and every heartbeat shared between him and you.

Ok so starts out as sagau imposter au, you've been chased out of all of the regions and now end up in snezhnaya, and childe captures you (being that your completely exhausted and just want this all to be over with). For your crime of impersonating the creator, youve been sent to the fighting pits, where fatui would train (and sometimes fight to the death).

Many fighters are eager for the chance to kill you, and whoever deals the final blow will gain a promotion, so you'll have to face multiple of them at once.

You get given some rusted armour and a dull blade to defwnd yourself but the odds are hopeless

This is basically a glorified execution and all of the fatui will come to watch, including the harbingers and the tsaritsa herself.

The fight starts and through your divine powers and teyvat willing you to be alive, you're just scraping by. Luckily, each fighter wants to be the one to kill you, so they begin taking each other out. However your luck doesn't last as when you attempt to block a heavy blow with your sword, it shatters. Desperately sprinting around the arena, looking for any useable weapon, something whisks past your hair. A weapon is lodged into the ground just past you

The arena almost stops as your eyes track where it came from and you find yourself staring at the tsaritsa icy gaze. Completely indecipherable, you dont know if she intended to kill you with it or took pity at how pathetic you looked.

Now the tsaritsa is an archon, and i headcanon her weapon to be huge scythe, that literally no-one can wield due to the immense strength and power required to hold it.

Now picture the entire arenas suprise when you just pick it up

Alarm bells start ringing in everyones heads, and the harbingers go to stop the fight, but the tsaritsa stops them. She wants to see how this goes on.

The fight starts back up, and your still on the back foot, although now you have a chance. You're still heavily outnumbered, and you've never fought before, but maybe you can do this.

But you keep accumulating cuts and bruises, hit after hit. You may have a powerful weapon, but your lack of training shows until you are disarmed.

Your killer has a sadistic grin on their face, and as they bring their sword to your neck, you can't do anything but close your eyes and wait for the end.

But it doesn't come.

Opening them you find your attacker completely frozen in place, the entire arena in fact has been frozen.

Except for you.

The tsaritsa descends to you, and you begin thinking that she wanted the honour of killing you. But there is nothing but kindness in her eyes. She can see your gold blood, the warmth eminating from your chest, the way your eyes hold stars, how could you not be our creator?

The exhaustion catches up with you and you start to collapse, only for cold, soft arms to grasp you and whisper "Don't worry my dear, you are safe now."

Apologies if this was a little long, my brain just kept writing lol, also i am kinda new to writing and genshin, so this cam out as a half-fic half-brainrot lmao

-Rapid anon

It's okay, I'm honored to have such an ask after a long time.

The fact that you can carry such a thing is already a sign that you have to be either, very powerful (which you should have some kind of experience from training that you obviously don't have) or an archon, someone who's a pacifist and has never wielded a scythe.

A scythe is a weapon very hard to master on the spot, so maybe some leverage could be given.

I'm surprised people continued to fight you. Imagine, someone actually WIELDING a blade that is used by an ARCHON. Something so sacred that you, somehow, can control. If I was anyone of the fighters, I would run.

I wonder why the Tsaritsa hadn't stopped the fight. If I had this all mighty powerful weapon and it was in the hands of someone who was supposedly a criminal, I would try and get it back as soon as possible.

The fact that she had dragged this one means that she maybe already had her suspicions. I'm sure some of the harbingers would have noticed as well, maybe even changing their minds about you.

The Tsaritsa owes you a lot for bringing you through such a thing.

ɪɴꜱɪɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴀɴᴛ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇꜱ

A/N: It's my first time writing on tumblr, leave your opinions here if there's anything I can improvise on :D

All those sorries and promises, were they just to make him feel better about himself?

Kazuha x F!reader

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"And you just allowed her to lean so close to you?! What the hell, Kazuha?" you questioned the man in front of you, who happened to be your fiance.

He averted his gaze, replying to you in a almost whisper-like tone. "Well," he reasoned, "she was leaning close while I was looking at papers, I couldn't have stopped her." His response in defense did nothing, however, to ease the situation.

"You know what she's doing, and you know how she treats me! For fucks sake, I'm your fiancee! Couldn't you at least tell her to keep her distance?" You retorted. Kazuha knew very well about how the girl in question had made you feel like shit and ridiculed you on multiple occasions. Yet, he had done nothing to stop her advances.

You knew he preferred to avoid conflict, and you were fine with that in the beginning of the relationship.

"Sorry I made you feel that way, love. I'll do my best to keep my distance from her, for you." He'd say that as he cuddled you and peppered your face with gentle kisses.

But that was the past, the apologies became less genuine day by day. I had grown tired of his lack of effort.

Kazuha frowned in frustration. "But that'd be rude. I don't want to be rude to a person who hasn't done anything harmful to me-"

Before he could continue defending himself, you slapped him on the cheek, interrupting him. How could he say such a thing, that she did nothing? Did he even consider your place as his fiancee.

"You know what? I'm done. I'm tired of always going back to you after you let me down by doing nothing. I'm tired of being the only one who's seemingly maintaining the relationship. I'm tired of having to be the one to tell you to be aware of your boundaries with other women, even though you're the fiance and should know better. I hate how you apologize and repeat your mistakes. I'm just- I'm fucking tired of this relationship, Kazuha." The frustration and anguish you managed to keep in, blew up. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Love, I'm so sorry! Please, give me another chance, I'll raise my boundaries with her-" You shifted your head towards the door, disregarding his, as usual, insignificant apology.

Taking the beautiful, diamond adorned ring off your finger, you placed it on the table separating you and your now ex-fiance. "Sorry isn't going to cut it this time. I'm won't waste my time anymore by loving you, Kazuha. Goodbye."

"Love, please wait-" before he could chase after you, the door in front of him had slammed shut. Regret came washing over him as he lost you. You, his fiancee, the love of his life that he threw into the garbage.

Kazuha placed his hand on his reddened cheek. The skin you once caressed with such tender lovingness now served as a reminder of his mistake. The ring on the table would make him regret and lament over his conflict-avoidant self for the years to come.

OF ALL THINGS, I BECAME A SEELIE!

Of all things, you became a seelie when you got isekai’d into your favourite game, Genshin Impact. You decide to make them fall for whatever charms you have left in hopes of being taken in as a pet to survive.

Aether & Dainsleif ver.

➸ Cyno, Dehya, Al-Haitham, Kusanali, Nilou, Tighnari.

➸ Gender-neutral reader.

➸ Inspired by the manhwa Of All Things, I Became A Crow. Al-Haitham is a little mean here 😂

#CYNO

Cyno finds you buried in the sand when he went to the desert, having been drawn towards your burial spot by your frantic squeaks. When you got isekicked to Teyvat, you had the worst luck of running into a group of eremites who decided to bully you, but fortunately, Cyno happened to be nearby after you were trapped in your sandy coffin.

He isn’t sure what type of creature you are and decides to bring you to the Akademiya once you were dugged out. He’s surprised when you wiggle free from his hands and float up to rest on the spot between the ears of his headpiece, but he doesn’t say anything since you weren’t being difficult. Just as he’s about to step inside the Akademiya, he’s quickly stopped by Aether who then tells him that you’re a rare seelie.

It doesn’t take very long for Cyno to warm up to you. He thinks that you’re rather cute (but would never say it out loud) and would sometimes poke your squishy body out of curiosity. There was a time when he disturbed your sleep with his incessant poking, which earned him a tiny slap on his index finger.

Seeing the General Mahamatra with a downgraded version of the Traveler’s flying companion is certainly a sight in Sumeru City. You’d follow him everywhere, even when he’s apprehending a scholar for plagiarism or other academic violations. You act like an extra pair of eyes for Cyno, which he is grateful for; if the scholar tries anything funny, you’d instantly alert him. You eventually became Cyno’s unofficial partner, and he’d feel a little lonely if you’re not around to listen to his god awful jokes.

Cyno initially didn’t know that you don’t need to eat and has tried to feed you dried fruits and nuts on occasion, only to get uno reversed every time. Taking the seedless date from his palm, you proceed to push the fruit against his lips to silently tell him to eat it. He hesitantly opens his mouth as you shove it in, and he couldn’t stop the minuscule smile from surfacing when you rub against his cheek with an adorable squeak.

Whenever he has a meeting with an official, he lets you fly off on your own, knowing that you’ll come searching for him once you’ve done enough exploration for the day. His only concern is you running into Al-Haitham; he’s an Akademiya lunatic and Cyno doesn’t trust him at all. He’s not sure if you understand him, but he would always remind you to avoid Al-Haitham.

Later on, Cyno orders a mini version of his headpiece for you to wear so that the two of you could match. You don’t miss his soft smile as he carefully puts it on you and calls you his seelie Mahamatra.

Keep reading

— boyfriends at school —

college au (falling in love and relationship) headcanons. ft. kazuha, xiao

requested by anon (you mentioned school headcanons and i went with college au! falling in love and relationship, since your request didn’t specify anything and i write only x reader! i hope that’s okay <3 and apologies this took so long)

gn! reader

genre: fluff, modern / college au

warnings: alcohol consumption and a cliche way of meeting in xiao’s haha

kazuha

he’s a literature major and basically the whole campus is in love with him.

he gets top grades, he is nice to everyone, super polite and well, very very pretty.

plus, everyone swoons over the fact he is known to write poetry. sometimes, he can be found on the grounds of campus, sitting under a tree, pen in hand and scribbling down on a leather bound notebook, his expression so at peace and relaxed you can’t help but get lost in that gentle smile of the university’s dream boy.

granted, when you realize he’s looking your way and greeting you with a wave of his hand, you want nothing more than for the winds to sweep you far away, but, looking back on it, if it weren’t for your conspicuous staring, you aren’t sure your paths would have crossed and intertwined in the way they did.

with your face burning, you return the wave, and the way his smile widens at your gesture has you daydreaming for hours after.

from that day onwards, it feels like an unspoken agreement between you and kazuha was made; for you two keep encountering each other every day, near the spot where his smile caused for the petals of infatuation to start blooming inside the softest parts of your heart.

at first, your conversations are wrapped in shy glances and bashful “good mornings” and “how’s your day”, but the more you keep meeting, and the more you chat, the more you find yourself falling for him, and, you don’t know yet, but he feels the same way.

kazuha’s confession comes a sunny day, as leaves dance to the melody of autumnal winds. his hand finds yours, and he tells you about a poem inspired by someone special to him. when you ask him if you can hear it, he smiles, gentle, bashful, his cheeks tinting in vibrant shades of maple red.

kazuha starts reciting his haiku, scarlet eyes never leaving your face, his fingers coming up to brush some strands of hair away from your face. you get completely lost in his words, in his soothing voice, in him. he’s created a world of softness, where time seems to come to a standstill, where only you two exist.

and after a few silent seconds, in which kazuha and you just admire each other, the air fills with his voice once more.

“can i kiss you?” kazuha asks, one of his hands cupping your face.

you place your own hand on top of his, leaning into his touch and lean in, yours and his lips meeting in the afternoon sunlight, in a rose tinted garden of golden skies and love scented flowers, made of every moment spent together.

from here on, kazuha always makes time to meet you as much as possible when you two are free from your respective classes.

he invites you to his dorm often, and you meet his friend and roommate, tomo, and kazuha’s white kitten that seems to take a liking to you as soon as you step into the apartment, rubbing itself against your legs.

when his roommate isn’t around, sometimes, you, kazuha and the kitten cuddle in kazuha’s bed or the couch, soon falling asleep, your boyfriend’s arms around you.

other dates include going for coffee and taking long walks, talking about nothing and everything, and kazuha is completely smitten when you ramble on about a topic you’re particularly interested in.

when exams season is near, kazuha is the kind of student who really doesn’t need to cram much. he is highly intelligent, so he picks up on subjects quickly just by attending to class regularly.

which means, if you do indeed need to study hard, he’ll make sure you have everything you need and that you don’t overwork yourself. and if you’re stressed, worry not, for he will kiss your face and cuddle you until you smile.

needless to say, you two are the cutest couple in campus, everyone gushes over how caring and gentlemanly kazuha is with you and how you make him smile so much.

xiao

a criminology major or maybe a gaming engineering major. he’s shy and usually is just scrolling on his phone with cat headphones on, so people don’t really approach him.

and because of that, he really doesn’t have many friends, except a chaotic music major named venti (who is also xiao’s roommate) and an eccentric forensics student named hu tao. somehow, xiao always ends up roped in one of his two friends’ antics.

tries enough to get decent grades, but he spends many hours gaming and he is not willing to sacrifice those for the sake of higher scores on his tests.

secretly many people have a crush on him, he’s just so pretty and cool without even trying and without realizing it himself.

and so, it comes the fateful day in which you two would cross paths.

it happened a busy morning. you were making your way down the building’s stairs, carrying a pile of books in your arms, when someone bumped into you, causing for you to trip, yet the impact never came: someone was holding you upright, their arms securely wrapped around your waist.

“you okay?” a soft voice speaks. when you look up you are met by the most striking and beautiful eyes you have ever seen: gold in color and lined in red, some strands of dark teal hair framing them.

you nod, heat rising to your face when you realize how close you are to this boy who saved you from harm just now. and, while he gives a death glare to the person who bumped into you and didn’t even apologize, you dare a glance in your savior’s direction.

you spot cat headphones looped around the boy’s neck, and you realize this is xiao, the student who spends most of his time gaming or being pestered by the walking chaos that are venti and hu tao.

when you realize xiao is looking at you, you apologize quickly and thank him, averting your eyes because you don’t want to embarrass yourself any further in front of the cool boy half of campus has a crush on.

and in your rush you don’t realize, but a dusting of pink and a dopey smile adorn xiao’s face as he looks at your disappearing figure down the hallway.

for the next days, you two keep meeting here and there, passing each other in the halls or on the campus grounds, and xiao visibly perks up when he sees you (of course, venti and hu tao make sure to tease him for it).

one day, you stayed at school overtime, working on a project due for the next day. when you lift your head from your work, you realize it’s pouring outside, and you don’t have an umbrella, just your luck.

resigning yourself to walk back to your room in the rain, you step outside, but the downpour never comes.

surprised, you look up, to see an umbrella shielding you from the rain.

“you’ll catch a cold like that.” that familiar soft voice. you turn around to see xiao, standing beside you, covering you with his umbrella. “i’ll walk you back.” he murmurs, cheeks flushing.

xiao’s company is comforting, you walk in silence, but it’s nice. you feel his arm around you every now and then, guiding you far from the passing cars and puddles, protecting you.

when you get back to your apartment, you realize xiao’s shoulders and hair are damp. shielding you from the rain at the expense of his own comfort… he truly is too kind.

so you invite him to come in and dry off, and with blushing cheeks and reluctancy, he agrees. you chuckle, he is adorable. he is adorable. and that is the moment the realization hits you: how an easy smile tugged at your lips every time you passed each other in the hallways, how you found yourself thinking about him more often that not, how your gaze lingers on his lips for a little too long, how you maybe want to kiss him.

but for now, you won’t tell him that. you can’t, not if it means you’ll scare him away, that you’ll lose this comfortable friendship you have.

little do you know xiao feels the exact same way about you.

that evening, when the rain stops and before he leaves he asks you (very bashfully) if you guys could exchange phone numbers.

taking his phone from his hands, your fingers brushing against his, you type in your contact info, a “let’s hangout soon?” leaving your lips when he parts, only the door separating your dreamy sigh and xiao’s giddy smile, both of you leaning on opposites sides of it, so close, yet you both are none the wiser.

and hangout together you do. from going to cool diners at ungodly hours in the ams, to spending nights at each other’s dorms, gaming and eating boxed pizza, or just scrolling through your phones, his black oversized hoodie on you, your form leaning against his shoulder.

at this point everyone ships you two, by the way. you are the only two who haven’t realized your own feelings for each other.

(leave it to venti and hu tao to scheme a plan to get the two of you together.)

it happens at one of the parties venti organizes. venti drags xiao to come and hu tao ask you to pretty please don’t leave her hanging and go with her. so you oblige.

once the party is in full swing, venti basically drops a very drunk xiao on you. “take care of him”, he singsongs running away to who knows where.

drunk xiao is cuter than usual, you have to admit. with his cheeks all red and the way he mumbles incoherently while burying his head in your shoulder it’s difficult not to smile.

thankfully your dorm is near the spot where the party is taking place so you manage to half carry / half drag xiao into your room.

he’s clingier than usual. when you lay him on your bed and move to bring him a glass of water, xiao catches your wrist and mumbles “stay. don’t leave. please.”

and his voice is so soft, and he looks so vulnerable like this, that you indulge him (and you) and lay beside him.

to your surprise he wraps his arms around you, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck, mumbles of how you can call him anytime you need help or are in trouble escaping his lips.

and you’d be completely fooling yourself if you didn’t admit you could have kissed him right then and there. but for now, feeling his touch, being by his side, is enough. you’ll have time during this school year to let your feelings be known to him.

A Series of Sumeru Mishaps [Double Trouble SAGAU]

A body double takes on the land of wisdom and dreams. Meanwhile, the ordinary and extraordinary folk alike are swept into the maelstorm of chaos that is their Creator’s ‘international ambassador’.

Aka the -Sumeru 3.0 update consumed me like fungi so here we are- special edition. Also known as -Tighnari didn’t come home and threw a Jean at me so I’m venting- edition.

MASTERLIST

Sumeru was brimming with both life and death, which you came to learn when you stumbled onto a patch of land reeking of absolute corruption. It was a horrifying yet heartbreaking sight, where the vitality of nature was poisoned by the strange red plants, the air itself suffocated your lungs with the stench of death.

“This looks really terrifying realistically…” You murmured, about to bolt the other way when you noticed something peculiar and green dogging your footsteps, “Huh?”

Patches of fresh grass trailed behind you, like you had purified the very land you stepped on. It was quickly overtaken by the withering again but you had enough time to process what you just saw.

“… can I simply stomp out those withering tumors?”

✾~✾~✾

“Someone already dealt with the withering zone in the southeast?” Tighnari questioned, ears standing rigid in his confusion as he stared at the forest ranger.

“Huh, how strange… whoever our little helper is they are either unfortunate enough to stumble into the withering zone or foolish enough to deal with it on their own.” Tighnari didn’t mince his words.

In the back of Tighnari’s mind, he wondered if this had any connection to the appearance of the Creator’s sibling before he shook his head. While the sibling has proven themselves to be highly troublesome- the sibling’s tendency to tackle and cuddle the wildlife instantly came to mind- they wouldn’t be that reckless, right?

Right???

Somewhere, a sneeze sounded from amongst a cuddle pile consisting of Rishboland tigers and a tired body double.

The customers of Lambad’s tavern have grown used to the sight of the Creator’s international ambassador lounging around like a sun-tanning cat. What they haven’t grown used to, however, was the utter strangeness of their actions.

Every evening, the ambassador would walk into the tavern and take the empty table in the far corner. Ordering only a drink and dessert, they would blankly stare at the wall for hours before they leave.

One day, Lambad decided to finally ask about his strange customer’s behaviour- it wasn’t because several concerned customers gave him an exorcist’s phone number, of course not-.

The answer Lambad received only unnerved him even further.

“Oh, the music for your tavern is quite soothing to listen to.” The ambassador replied nonchalantly.

Somehow, Lambad felt cold amidst the warm atmosphere of his own tavern.

The tavern owner stumbled, confused and a little terrified, “But- the tavern doesn’t play music?”

A cryptid smile was his final answer, and Lambad ran away under the guise of getting more food. The ambassador’s humming haunted his retreating figure.

The gossip rushing through Sumeru that evening only strengthened the rumours of a 'mad foreigner’ or 'the Creator hears the music of the winds, serenaded by the adoring Anemo Archon’.

Surprisingly enough, those two rumours never got connected to one another.

✾~✾~✾

“As the Creator’s ambassador and body double you must be aware of the dangers the rainforest presents, correct?” Tighnari’s ears twitched in irritation as you guiltily knelt dogeza-style before him.

“So why would you fool-hardily run to a ruin drake and let it attack you? Have you lost your sense of awareness? Did you perhaps eat one of those mushrooms I specifically told you not to?”

The forest ranger’s calm voice took an underlining growl, stifling his instincts to lock you in his room and prevent you from running headfirst into danger.

Perhaps you won’t notice if your injuries took you a little longer to heal?

“… OST.”

Tighnari snapped out of his thoughts, “Pardon?”

You sheepishly avoided his stern gaze, “The battle OST was so good that I have the habit of… finding new enemies just to listen to it?”

“… so you did eat those hallucinogenic mushrooms.”

✾~✾~✾

Port Ormos was no stranger to eccentric individuals, especially since it readily welcomes and houses Akademiya students who had to trade their genius minds for something- if you’d questioned the older folk around the docks, they would tell you of a strange Akademiya student who used to come around the evening to throw bags into the river while cackling. It was only after that student’s expulsion did people realised those bags he threw were his failed experiments: dead mice, dead fungi, missing people, etc.-

It was quite normal to see a student from the Akademiya having an existential crisis or being arrested in public. But the person wildly dancing in the middle of the street was not from the Akademiya.

In fact, the madman strangely resembled the tiny memorial statues of the Creator.

“Mom, is that person alright?” A young boy innocently pointed at the twirling figure.

His mother quickly ushered him away, “Ignore them, sweetie, and pray to the Creator that their troubled soul is laid to rest.”

“If fungi bad, why cute?” Arapaha had no idea how to deal with the Rainbow Not-Nara. The trees had welcomed the Not-Nara with wealthy growth, the winds joyously sang and the waters have turned a pure blue for the return of the Rainbow Not-Nara.

And yet-

“Release the bad shroom-kin, Rainbow Not-Nara! Shroom-kin bad, and not cute!” Aragana, their youngest, fumed, bouncing as they angrily waved their stick at the Rainbow Not-Nara.

This particular group of Aranara had stumbled upon their Rainbow Not-Nara by accident, having followed the sound of someone singing Arana’s music off-key.

They expected to find the Golden Nara and Paimon, though the Golden Nara’s singing was more harmonious and deeper than this particular voice.

The Rainbow Not-Nara choking cuddling a group of fungi in the middle of a cave was certainly not what they expected to find.

The Rainbow Not-Nara’s aura turned gloomy, like blackened skies and red cubes descending, as their grasp around the unusually still fungi tightened, “Fungi is cute!”

“That’s not true!” Aragana blustered, “Aragana is way more good than that bad shroom-kin! A-And way more cuter!”

Silence descended upon the clearing.

“Aragana, if you wanted me to hold you too you could’ve just say so…” Rainbow Not-Nara spoke gently, like dewdrops upon the fragile leaves in the midst of a rainstorm, loosening their grip to make room for the stuttering Aranara.

The fungus made its move at that very moment.

“AHHH BAD SHROOM-KIN!! RELEASE THE RAINBOW NOT-NARA’S FACE BAD SHROOM-”

You: it’s an onion

Doppelgänger: for the last time it’s a tree-

You: *waves at the Tree of Dreams* it’s just a gigantic space onion, you can’t change my mind

Doppelgänger: You- Traveler, tell them!

Traveler: … Paimon thought it was a giant onion when we found it too

Paimon: You traitor! You asked that Aranara if the tree was edible!