100 word drabble for the prompt: "quicksilver". Would that Aventurine could witness for himself that gold gilt brilliance in the snap of his fingers, enduring as thunder, volatile as lightning. He smiles with silvered knives, his favourite words playing at nonsense, whip-sharp over the din of the card table. "All in," he says, light with laughter. As if he had not just hanged, drawn, and quartered a king of rats and swindling promises. He dodges a tumbler with a gentle tilt of his head. Waves for guards. Adjusts the face of his watch. When all is done, Ratio pretends not to see the shaking of his hands.

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"quicksilver" (100 words) 🦚🛁

#aventio #アベンシオ #砂理

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Prompt: elated

“She’s here!”

“She’s back!”

“The honorary knight has returned to Mondstadt!”

Lives Apart | #Phaidei

[ Reincarnation | Modern AU ]

Mydei and Phainon's souls search for each other, across lives, waiting for Fate to guide them along a merging path.

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In The After | #varflins
- #knightlight #varkaflins #Varflins #团执 #ルカキリ

Varka and Flins indulge on a rare day off, and in turn, indulge in one another come morning.

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A Mate to Cherish | #Neuvithesley #Neuvithesley 🔞

Caught in a moment of insecurity, Neuvillette reminds Wriothesley how much he is loved

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Bitter Lover | #rerflins #GraveSin #Rerirflins

Flins encounters Rerir, realizing a bargain must be struck to save those he loves most...

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Prompt: Cherish
Fandom: #genshinimpact
Character: #childe / implied #zongchi
wordcount: 549

Would that it were so easy to discard three decades of hate, three generations of voiceless misery bleating blood and tears into the crushing void, the same way he shucks his albatross stained shirts into the burning maw of the ship's incinerator. He washes his hands. Cups a drink under the tap. Stares at the wraith that haunts his back, flitting between cracks in glass. This thirst calling itself vengeance bleeds him dry. He's already forgotten how to create. But for him, for Ratio, for the future of some fragile thing he might call family once more—he will try.

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"rancour" (100 words) 🦚🛁

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Wriothesley awoke long before the two of them, but that didn't matter. He was more than content to remain where he was, curled beneath the warm sheets and blankets, tucked between his mates. This was it, he'd decided, on this and every other morning he woke up here, curled safely in his nest. It was true, the bedsheets had seen better days, that they were torn in places by claws and fangs, stained by sweat and other bodily fluids, but he wouldn't have it any other way. Each and every one was a testament to the happiness he'd found. He never could have dreamed he would someday find himself smushed tenderly between the bodies of not one but two powerful leaders. Yet, here he was, with his face was mashed between Grandmaster Varka's hairy tits and Neuvillette curled around him from behind, breathing softly against the back of his neck. Gentle claws clutched Wriothesley's chest, holding him tightly but with great care. He could barely breathe like that. Could barely move. It didn't matter, though. "What's your greatest wish?" Sigewinne had asked him once, a long, long time ago. He hadn't known, back then. Now, he'd finally found the answer.

A 200 word double drabble written for #FFWGFlashFic using the prompt "haven" rated T

Neuvillette/Varka/Wriothesley Omegaverse #neuvithesley #varkathesley

Prompt: "haven" 100 word drabble They say his hands are god's, weaving the weft of prosperity by the shuttle of his loom. No problem untouched, no crisis turned away. He ravels, entwines, plaits, and braids, until what's left from threads of truth is a tapestry fortifying tomorrow. To his left, the past splays out across a hundred files. He sighs, and a hundred million more will thank some faceless divinity for their life delivered in violet clouds raining the remedy to a once incurable malady. To Aventurine, however, on a summer's day, broiling between skins of silk, his hands are home, both infinite and mundane.

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"haven" (100 words) 🦚🛁

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