Unnecessarily complicated and pointless x reader genshin impact oneshots to rot your brain. Read at your own peril. Edit: Star Rail is also in here now... Updates will be erratic because. Way too angsty :) TW: swearing, swearing everywhere. + Mature themes/deaths

male! /18+/ angst?/ Xiao once had a lover who he loved very much that was until this lover disappeared from liyue and him. He asked around, hell even asked zhongli yet no luck, he was told to give up by a few friends which he did. He soon took in that his lover was gone as he forgot and moved on that was until one night a familiar face visits liyue but for a not so good reason.

↳ ❝ 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘 𝗦𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗦 ❞ ✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 001-ＩＮＣＩＰＩＥＮＴ Aventurine x F! reader ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ !the art in the story cover or any art shown in this book does not belong to me unless i say so! ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ✎ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 A famous model, Y/N L/N'S number got sent to the wrong person... ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ₊ ⊹ ⪩⪨ ┆started:3/24/2024 ‹𝟥 ₊ ⊹ ⪩⪨ ┆ended:8/6/2024‹𝟥 ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Enjoy!!

❛ WORDS I CAN'T SAY, I WRITE TO YOU ❜ ( 愛. ) aventurine had always been a charmer, his words captivating, deceptive, tempting. but when it comes to you, all of it crumbles, and the words of love so unfamiliar to his tongue, he writes to you instead. honkai: star rail / © hoyoverse ⚠ fem! reader x aventurine 2024 © minra 040224 ; 042224

Welcome! As the name suggests, this is where I'll be sharing my Honkai Star: Rail x Reader works for Book 2 (Read Book 1 if you'd like!), you can find them on my Tumblr (aventurineswife). Comments are appreciated! 🤭💖 (please give me some writing tips lmaoo)

╰┈➤ "𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬?" "𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?" 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴, 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬. "𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜." 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙙. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢, 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩? 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 ! 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘵: https://pin.it/6HUusyaQ2 ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰᵒʸᵒᵛᵉʳˢᵉ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵: 28/04/2024 𝘦𝘯𝘥: 𝘯/𝘢

*•.¸★ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ★¸.•* On the run from his shattered past, Sunday's escape takes an unexpected turn when he crosses paths with Y/N-a sharp-witted, street-smart girl with secrets of her own. What begins as a temporary alliance to evade the authorities soon evolves into an unexpected connection. But the deeper their bond grows, the more fragile their secrets become. As hidden motives and buried truths rise to the surface, Sunday and Y/N are thrust into a deadly game of trust and betrayal. In a world that shows no mercy, can two broken souls find salvation in each other-or will their differences destroy them both? A/N: GUYS IM BACK FROM THE GRAVE AFTER GRADUATING YAYYYYYY anyways. HOPE U LOVE READING THIS AS MUCH AS I LOVED WRITING IT :DDDD

[ON HIATUS] Working as a maid for three of the most terrifying, gorgeous, high-powered women alive was never on my bingo card. Yet here I am, cleaning furniture that costs more than my entire bloodline while trying not to cry in the walk-in pantry. Every day I get judged by women who could step on me, ruin me financially, emotionally, spiritually, sexually, or all of the above. At once. With heels. Arlecchino is basically a human lie detector with murder-mystery detective energy and eyes that probably know my search history. Signora looks like she files taxes (or not, I dunno) in couture and eats diamonds for breakfast. Kafka is the therapist-slash-author who could destroy my mental health using only a paragraph, then gently pat my head about it. My daily routine goes something like this: cook, clean, garden, get stabbed a little, get kidnapped occasionally, recover, and then immediately get pulled into more nonsense that absolutely was not included in any job description I signed. It's like the universe said, "What if we threw one overstimulated disaster maid into a murder mansion and filmed it for fun?" They keep calling me the head maid, which is hilarious considering I am literally the only maid here. Somehow I'm still hanging on. Through the flirting, the near-death experiences, the emotional whiplash and the slow realization that I might be developing Stockholm Syndrome but make it cute. Also, surprise, the story is a romantic comedy fused with a psychological thriller and sprinkles of emotional devastation. You know, for flavor. And maybe... maybe I'm not just barely surviving anymore. Maybe this mansion is starting to feel like home. Haha. No. Absolutely not. Probably.

𝐼𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝐾𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜 𝐴𝑦𝑎𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐴𝑦𝑎𝑘𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑢𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 '𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚' 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛. ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ "...Are you not afraid?" This is the question where its words are just simple but holds much deeper meaning inside it. "Hmm?~ Me? Afraid? Oh, why certainly not..." "...Actually- I'm more afraid of a world without you." ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑨𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅! 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑!!! 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝐌𝐈𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐎/𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤: 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆