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A deity and A man

This fanfic will be on deity!reader and just Lnd man’s because..I have yet to see anyone do this as often and maybe I can give it a try🙂��↕️…

(I’m sorry yall i suck at aesthetics😭😭)

Warning:All fluff!

Sylus x Reader , Zayne x Reader ,Rafayel x Reader,Xavier x Reader! (All seperated)

Fanfic under cut!

The first time you encountered Sylus was unforgettable, mostly because he strolled into your quiet sanctuary like he owned the place. You were sitting on your favorite cliff, enjoying a rare moment of peace, when he appeared, his presence as bold as his white hair and piercing red eyes.

"So, you’re the deity I’ve heard so much about," he said, that cocky smirk plastered on his face. "I expected someone more... awe-inspiring."You arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. “And I expected a little more humility from someone who clearly just crashed the party.”

He laughed, unfazed. “Touché. But really, what’s a powerful deity like you doing out here all alone? Don’t you have realms to rule or something?”

“Watching over mortals is a bit boring,” you replied, crossing your arms. “But it seems like you need to work on your entrance.”With a playful glint in his eyes, he leaned closer. “I think my entrance was just fine. You’re the one who needs to lighten up.”

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Now, weeks later, he’s become a regular visitor, showing up as if it’s his right. Tonight, as you sit under a sky full of stars, he slides down beside you, settling in with that same familiar grin.“Another night of solitude, huh?” he teases, nudging you lightly. “I hope you’ve saved some entertainment for me.”“Only if you can keep up,” you shoot back, the corner of your mouth twitching up in a smirk.He laughs, leaning closer, the playful challenge hanging between you. “Oh, I like a good challenge. What do you have in mind?”

You ponder for a moment, then say, “How about a little wager? If you can make me laugh before midnight, I’ll grant you one wish.”His eyes widen with intrigue. “And if I can’t?”“Then you have to leave me alone for a week,” you counter, enjoying the game.“Deal,” he says, and the tension shifts, both of you aware of the stakes.

As the night unfolds, Sylus starts pulling out his worst jokes, ranging from terrible puns to absurdly exaggerated stories about his ‘adventures’ in the N109 Zone. You try your best to hold it together, but each ridiculous tale has you laughing harder than the last.“Alright, you win,” you finally admit, breathless with laughter as midnight approaches. “You’re better at this than I thought.”

He grins, triumphant. “Now, what’s my wish, oh great deity?”You lean in, a mischievous glint in your eye. “How about you start by never calling me ‘great’ again? It’s just cringe.”He laughs, a deep, genuine sound that fills the night air. “I think I can live with that... for now.”

I’m sorry guys this is the only gif I found🥲🥲

Your first encounter with Xavier is when you floated through the abandoned warehouse, doing a routine check on the realm of humans when you stumbled across a familiar sight: A weird man , sprawled out on the floor, snoring softly. His greyish-white hair glowed faintly in the dim light, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Is this really how Deepspace Hunters do their jobs?” you said, voice smooth and teasing. He cracked one eye open, blinked at you, and promptly went back to sleep. (Sleeping beauty core??)

“Hey! Wake up! There’s a Wanderer nearby!” “Mmm, five more minutes…” he mumbled, rolling over. You sighed, shaking your head. “If you don’t wake up, you’re going to become its breakfast.” He jolted awake at that, leaping to his feet. “Why didn’t you say so?” He grabbed his sword and looked around, still half-asleep.

You couldn’t help but laugh as he took down the Wanderer with a flurry of sleepy strikes, yawning between swings. It was a chaotic dance of light and snoring, and somehow it all worked out.

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Fast forward to now, you find yourself lounging in his apartment, a divine being sharing space with a hunter who’s currently napping on the couch. You watch as he shifts in his sleep, mumbling about “no more Wanderers” and “just five more minutes.” You lean over, poking him. “Xavier! Time to wake up!” He opens one eye lazily. “Is it a divine emergency?”

“Only if you consider missing breakfast a crisis.” He grins, stretching like a cat. “Good enough reason to wake up. What’s on the menu today?” “Pancakes, if you can manage to stay awake long enough to eat them.”

“Challenge accepted,” he smiles, and with that, he sits up, looking more awake but still a bit groggy. You can’t help but smile at his half-asleep charm. “Just promise me you won’t nap through the cooking.” “Only if you promise to keep the pancakes divine,” he replies, and you both laugh, the playful banter filling the room as you start breakfast together.

(Ah..next one,my favourite..I swear I’m not bias🥹👍)

The reason you visit Dr. Zayne Li—or rather, insist on popping into his life at the most inconvenient times—is a bit… unconventional. As a deity, you’re technically there to “watch over” him. After all, every mystical Foreseer needs a divine overseer, right? Or at least, that’s what you tell him when he raises an unimpressed eyebrow at your appearances. You’re meant to ensure he doesn’t stray from his destined path or, perhaps more accurately, doesn’t “forget” to relay prophecies or handle those icy, mystical duties Astra assigned him in the Tower of Thorns.

But, in truth, it's not just about cosmic obligations. There’s something about Zayne’s rigid, always-in-control demeanor that just begs for a little mischief. Maybe you’re a bit of a troublemaker (for his own good, of course), or maybe you simply find it amusing to see a doctor—always so precise and serious—dealing with the unexpected interruptions of a deity who shows up to “check on him.”

Sometimes, you claim it’s to make sure he’s managing that balance between mortal work and mystical duty properly. Other times, you vaguely mutter something about “divine energy alignment” while he just stares at you, unamused. The truth is, you’re always a little curious about this stubborn, hardworking doctor who treats his patients with such dedication but himself with nothing short of reckless neglect.

Though you’ll never admit it, seeing Zayne unphased by both heart surgery and celestial visits from an actual deity gives you an odd sense of calm—even if that calm comes with a side of his barely-suppressed eye-rolls. So, you keep dropping by, claiming to ensure he’s fulfilling his duties. And maybe, just maybe, you’re checking on him for reasons you’d never confess to his face.

The first time you met Rafayel, you were just a deity wandering around as usual, doing whatever it is deities do between one world and another. And honestly? You were a little bored, as any immortal would be after centuries of staring at endless ocean waves and making sure they didn’t get rowdy.

But that day, you saw something unusual: a young Lemurian, barely more than a kid, washed up on the shore like some bedraggled fish. He was tangled in seaweed, sputtering and swearing in a way that—if you were being honest—was more adorable than intimidating. You crouched over him, tapping his cheek with a finger, and asked, “You look like a drowned fish, kid. Need a hand, or should I start looking for some lemon slices to go with you?”

In response, he cracked open one eye, scowling like a wet cat, and muttered, “Who’re you calling a fish?”

Fast forward, and you had him propped up against a rock, offering him your limited (but highly entertaining) medical expertise. “Pretty lucky I was in the area,” you said, taking full credit for an accident of fate. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Rafayel,” he said, with as much dignity as a sea-sodden kid could muster.

“Cute name. Sorta like ‘fish fillet’,” you mused. He made a sound like he was trying not to laugh—or choke.

And just like that, Rafayel became your first-ever Lemurian “friend.” Over the next few years, whenever you were in the mood for company, you’d find him, or he’d find you. He’d grown out of his fishy awkwardness and into a young god of mischief himself. The Lemurian civilization saw you both as mythical, larger-than-life beings—until, of course, humans got involved, greedy as usual, wanting the blood of Lemurians for eternal life and all that jazz. You saw Rafayel change, his trust in humanity hardening into something darker, his artistry taking on a sharper edge.

But somehow, he never lost his humor or his bratty attitude with you.

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The next time you run into him, it’s pure luck—or destiny, if you want to give it a fancy label. You’re strolling through Linkon City, admiring the odd human inventions they’ve come up with since you last paid attention. And just like that, you find yourself at Whitesand Bay, standing outside a sleek, modern art studio with a pretentious name you suspect he came up with in the middle of the night. Mo Art Studio,the sign reads. Classic Rafayel. You shove the door open and walk in without a second thought.

He’s perched on a ladder, painting the highest reaches of a canvas, looking like he just stepped out of an angsty artist’s dream. His purple hair’s mussed, and he has paint smeared across one cheek, which, you note with satisfaction, he hasn’t even noticed. You clear your throat, and he almost loses his balance, swearing under his breath as he catches himself.

“Well, if it isn’t the original fish out of water,” you say, crossing your arms with a grin.

He slowly turns, narrowing his eyes. “You.I thought you’d finally gone off to meddle with someone else’s civilization.” He smirks, hopping off the ladder, wiping his paint-streaked hands on his dark pants. “I see some things never change.”

“Neither do you,” you retort, making a show of studying him. “Still look like a kid I’d throw a fish at just for fun.”

“And you still look like you don’t belong on dry land,” he shoots back, with that tsundere spark in his eye. “You realize you’re disrupting a masterpiece in progress, don’t you?”

“Oh, is that what this is?” You pretend to admire the half-finished painting behind him. “Looks more like a disaster in progress, to me.”

His grin twitches. “What would a storm deity know about art? Stick to making trouble for fishermen or whatever you’re doing these days.”

You step closer, tapping a finger against the crimson coral in the corner of the canvas, looking at him knowingly. “This coral… it’s still soaked in blood, isn’t it?”

He raises an eyebrow, unbothered. “You catch on quick.” Then he leans forward, lowering his voice. “Let’s just say it’s a way of reminding certain… patrons of their crimes.”

“Not a grudge,” he says lightly, flashing that roguish grin. “Just selective justice.” Then he pauses, tilting his head at you. “I’m curious—what brings you here? Did the ocean get boring without me?”

“Oh, please,” you roll your eyes. “I just wanted to see how you’re holding up. Maybe witness the mess you’ve made of ‘modern’ civilization.” You give the painting another once-over. “I gotta say, Rafayel, revenge art? Bold choice.”

You grin. “Still holding grudges, I see.”

He shrugs, crossing his arms. “Art’s about making people feel something. And if it happens to make a few insufferable humans lose their minds, well… maybe that’s just a bonus.”You laugh, reaching over to ruffle his hair—just to annoy him. “Still such a brat, aren’t you?”

He swats your hand away, cheeks flushing just a bit. “And you’re still an annoying deity who doesn’t understand personal space.” He clears his throat. “But since you’re here, maybe you’d like to see what real art looks like up close.” He gives you a sly look. “Provided you can keep your opinions to yourself for once.”

“Sure, I’ll give you a free critique.” You wink, settling on his studio couch with exaggerated nonchalance. “Just don’t cry if I’m too harsh.”

(I’m sorry yall I had a bit too much fun)

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Into the darkness,with you

Warning: This fanfic contains themes of intense and dark romantic relationships. No nsfw here!

Sylus x Reader!

Sylus may be a dangerous, brooding mastermind, but remember—he probably still can't sing well.Lolll,keep your eyes open and enjoy! I have been too obsessed with him not to write anything 😭😭😭.

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The silence in Sylus's mansion was always unnerving. It was an oasis amidst the chaos of the N109 Zone, but to you, it felt more like a gilded cage. You were there by choice—or so you tried to convince yourself. The truth was far more complicated. You and Sylus had been intertwined in a way that transcended mere circumstance. There was something electric, something dangerous about your connection, and no matter how many times you tried to walk away, you always found yourself back in the place where you were first brought to—the large simple looking mansion of his that seemingly look more like a haunted house.

Tonight, the mansion was eerily quiet, save for the low hum of distant machinery from the underground labs. Sylus hadn’t been home for days. Onychinus demanded his constant attention, but when he was gone, it felt like the air itself was waiting for him to return. His presence lingered in the shadows, in the walls—always watching, always waiting.

You stood in the expansive living room, staring at the crow-shaped pin he had given you. His symbol, a mark of possession. Part of you wanted to throw it away, break free from the hold he had on you. But you knew better. That bond between you wasn’t something that could be severed so easily. He was in your blood, in your very bones.

The sound of the front door creaking open pulled you from your thoughts, and your heart skipped a beat. Sylus.

He stepped in like a shadow slipping into the night, his silver hair tousled, his crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. He closed the door behind him, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.

“You’re still here,” he remarked, his voice a low purr as he shrugged off his blazer and tossed it onto the couch.

You crossed your arms, trying to maintain some semblance of control. “Where else would I go?”

A smirk played on his lips, one that sent a shiver down your spine. “You always say you’re going to leave, but you never do.”

He walked toward you slowly, like a predator stalking its prey, his presence as overwhelming as ever. Even after all this time, Sylus’s power made the air around him hum with energy.

“Maybe I should,” you shot back, though the conviction in your voice wavered as he closed the distance between you.

Sylus reached out, his hand gently cupping your chin. His touch was familiar, comforting in a way that both thrilled and terrified you. His red eyes bore into yours, searching, always searching. “You won’t. You belong to me,kitten.You’ve known that since the moment we met.”

There was no point in denying it. The pull you felt toward him was magnetic, undeniable. But it wasn’t just attraction. There was something darker between you—something that went beyond love or hate. It was as though your fates had been bound together long before you ever crossed paths.

“Is that why you brought me here?” you asked quietly. “To keep me locked up like one of your weapons? Or do you just like knowing I can’t escape you?”

Sylus chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “If I wanted you locked up, you would be. You stay because you want to.”

“And what if I want to leave?” you challenged, though your voice came out softer than you intended. He had a way of stripping away your defenses, leaving you vulnerable in ways you despised.

He tilted his head, his gaze darkening. “Then leave.”

You stared at him, searching his expression for any sign of the man beneath the mask of dominance he wore so effortlessly. But all you found was cold certainty. Sylus didn’t believe you would ever leave him. And maybe he was right.

When you didn’t move, his hand slid from your chin to your throat, his grip possessive but not painful. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

You swallowed, heat rising to your cheeks as his fingers tightened just enough to send your pulse racing. His dominance was intoxicating, and it was getting harder and harder to resist.

“I hate you,” you whispered, even though you weren’t sure if it was true. You hated what he represented, hated how easily he controlled your emotions, but Sylus wasn’t just an enemy. He was something far more complicated.

His lips curved into a dangerous smile. “No, you don’t.”

Before you could respond, Sylus leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss that sent a shockwave through your body. It was rough, possessive, exactly what you expected from him. But underneath the intensity, there was something raw, something that hinted at emotions he would never openly acknowledge.

You kissed him back, your hands tangling in his silver hair, pulling him closer. For a brief moment, the world outside didn’t matter. The chaos, the danger, everything faded away as you drowned in him.

When he finally pulled away, his red eyes glowed with satisfaction. He ran a thumb over your swollen lips, his touch almost tender. “You can hate me all you want,” he murmured. “But you’ll never escape me.”

You took a shaky breath, your heart still pounding in your chest. “And what if I don’t want to escape?”

That was the question that haunted you every day. Despite everything Sylus had done—despite the darkness he carried with him—you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him. Maybe it was because of the connection you shared, or maybe it was because, deep down, you knew you were no better than he was.

Sylus’s smirk softened slightly, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. But it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared. “Then stay,” he said simply, his voice low and commanding. “Stay with me.”

You looked into his eyes, and for a moment, you considered what your life would be like without him. The thought left you hollow. No matter how much you fought it, your fate was tied to his. There was no escaping that.

“I’m not yours, Sylus,” you said softly, even though you knew it wasn’t entirely true. “But I’ll stay.”

He raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his crimson gaze. “For now.”

And as Sylus pulled you back into his arms, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d ever be able to walk away from him—or if you even wanted to.

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“Whoever said money can’t solve your problem,must not have had enough money to solve ‘em”

Lyrics are from the song 7 rings.

Fatui harbaingers reacting to you saying that quote? Cuz all of them are rich asses

[I really have no new ideas so I just see if there is any songs that I can write about or something along the lines lol]

I love this song frfr

Childe

Leaning against a market stall in Liyue, you casually declared, "Whoever said money can't solve your problems must not have had enough to solve 'em." As you spoke, Childe, the playful harbinger of the Fatui, approached with a mischievous smirk. "A fellow believer in the power of wealth, I see," he said, twirling his Hydro-infused blades. His eyes gleamed with amusement, and you couldn't help but wonder if there was more truth to your statement than you had initially thought.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche, the depressing Harbinger, couldn't resist adding his theatrical flair to the conversation. "Well, well, aren't you the little Mora enthusiast?" he quipped, a playful glint in his eye. "But you see, money is just one note in the grand symphony of power. A dazzling performance is what truly captivates the audience." His whimsical words left an impression, highlighting the unpredictable nature of the Harbingers.

Dottore

As you boldly declared, "Whoever says money can't solve all your problems must not have had enough to solve 'em," Dottore's piercing gaze fixated on you. A wry smile played on his lips, a reflection of the intricate calculations running through his so-brilliant mind. "An astute observation," he remarked, his tone carrying the weight of someone who had divided into the complexities of power and wealth. In that moment, it became evident that your words had triggered the gears of his curious intellect, perhaps sparking a silent analysis of connections that wealth could weave in the vast of Teyvat.

Arlecchino

As you confidently stated, "Whoever says money can't solve all your problems must not have had enough to solve 'em," the Knave, Arlecchino, tilted her head with a mysterious smile. "Quite the perspective," she said, her eyes holding a spark of intrigue, suggesting that your words had stirred her curiosity in the intricate dance of power and wealth.

Columbina

As you confidently declared, "Whoever says money can't solve all your problems must not have had enough to solve 'em," Columbina, the elusive Damselette, remained unflinching, her closed eyes hinting at a mysterious amusement. A subtle but unmistakable chuckle escaped her, revealing that your perspective on wealth had amused the enigmatic Third of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers.

Pantalone

As you confidently declared, "Whoever says money can't solve all your problems must not have had enough to solve 'em," Pantalone, codenamed Regrator, gave a sly smile. His calculating gaze suggested a man well-versed in the intricacies of wealth. As the wealthiest Harbinger, his ambition to make Snezhnaya a financial powerhouse spoke volumes. The air hung with mystery as Pantalone's eyes gleamed with a determination that hinted at a deeper understanding of the transformative power of wealth.

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[Alright that’s all guys,I’m not able to write about all harbingers because I don’t know how most of them act like😭,if you have any other ideas you can write it in the comments]

I only write on tumblr!.

Delulu is the solulu~ come check out my c.ai here !

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Hi guys! I know some of you are a big fan/simp of these characters.It’s only two but I hope you enjoy chatting with them! You can always request more scenarios and ideas for these character Ai characters. (Husband Au)

Neuvillete : https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=WCuERp3cjoHjx6aF5jHaDYVav2eg2f4tKcS44frFxVA

Danheng: https://beta.character.ai/chat?char=HXku8sBUHDMCDu5fvzC_y5eN3i11IGQZIW7SIKAB97Q

If you can,please follow me on c.ai and/or share this to your friends!

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Explosive Laughter in Fontaine

Summary: So we all have that one friend who have that funny laughter,and in this story it happens to be you. Ok— so like those “demonic” laughter of yours that probably just means funny laughters (I think). What I mean is that when you laugh Infront of Neuvillette and Wriothesley (Wrio-the-slay). Sometimes,they will find themselves chuckling along.

Characters: Neuvillette ,Wriothesley x reader

Warning: grammar/vocab mistakes

AUGHH THEY ARE SOO—

(A very short fanfic I wrote before studying,fanfic under the cut!)

Neuvillette :

Now, let me tell you about Neuvillette, the Iudex of Fontaine and the Hydro Sovereign. He's all about rules and formality, so when he heard your "demonic" laughter, he was baffled at first.

With his striking white hair and those piercing blue eyes, Neuvillette finally cracked a smile. "It appears I may have underestimated the power of laughter," he admitted.

In the midst of Fontaine's intricacies,your "demonic" laughter became the soundtrack to your adventures. Neuvillette and you, an unlikely duo, embarked on a journey where laughter transcended the boundaries of rules and formality.Both of you created your own brand of comedy, proving that sometimes, even the most serious of figures can find joy in the most unexpected places.

(He is so cute I can’t)

Wriothesley:

honestly, it's just the kind of laugh that makes even the most serious situations downright hilarious. Picture this: you found yourself in Fontaine, facing the imposing Fortress of Meropide. For god knows what reason. A fortress known for its stern Administrator, Wriothesley.

As you ventured deeper into the fortress,you found yourself Infront of him,for some questionable reasons,you started laughing though he was clad in his usual dark blue jacket, looking as stern as ever.

Wriothesley turned to you with a measured gaze. "What’s so funny,hm? Need a cup of tea to calm down?” (I don’t know him well so I’m so sorry)

You couldn't help but burst into laughter at the absurdity of it all.Your laughter, the kind that's more contagious than a yawn, soon had even Wriothesley chuckling.Y’all shared a moment of unexpected mirth amidst the seriousness of the fortress, proving that sometimes, laughter truly is the best way to break down the walls of formality.

(Some people just look at you who was laughing like crazy for no reason but we don’t need to care about that🧑‍🦲.Well atleast not now)

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NEUVILLETTE DIDN’T COME HOME 😭😭

By the way,this app is the only place I would post fanfic !

Sigh..I got hit by a ball during football and I feel like I lost half my braincells 😭Anyways goodbye, tartar 🦜!!To be honest,all my fanfics are gonna be fluff/angst because I would start cringing if I write smut. (I’m still a boomer in writing a fanfic and using what tumblr provides,how do yall make it so aesthetic)

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Horns of destiny: Honkai starrail

Context:

This fanfic is where the reader have horns like Danheng in his imbibitor Luane form but the readers horns are those upright horns and isn’t as sensitive,so the reader thinks that Danheng’s horn also work like that (lol)

Warnings: none

Another og idea 🥳

Gn!reader x Danheng il

In the bustling world of Honkai Starrail, a mysterious anomaly had occurred. Our protagonist, an avid Starrail player,which is you, had awakened one morning to discover that you now possessed a pair of upright horns, just like Danheng in his Imbibitor Luane form. Unlike Danheng's exquisitely sensitive horns, these new additions were surprisingly less delicate.

Curiosity piqued, you couldn't help but wonder if Danheng's horns functioned similarly. You decided to embark on a quest to unravel the secrets of Danheng's extraordinary horns. To do so, they first needed to get closer to the enigmatic Imbibitor Luane himself.

As luck would have it, you found yourself participating in a Starrail competition where Danheng was a key player. During a heated match, you strategically positioned yourself next to Danheng, your heart pounding with excitement. As the match intensified, you couldn't resist reaching out to touch Danheng's horns.

The moment your fingers made contact with Danheng's sensitive horns, a surprised gasp escaped Danheng's lips. His cheeks flushed crimson, and his normally composed demeanor faltered for a brief moment. Unconsciously, his serpentine tail, usually coiled gracefully behind him, wrapped around your waist, drawing you closer. (Oh my goodness)

The silence between both of you was electric, the tension palpable. It was as if the world around you had faded away, leaving only the two of you in that suspended moment. Danheng's breaths were shallow, and his heart pounded in his chest.

Finally, he cleared his throat and turn to walk away in embarrassment,hoping you will forget this ever happened. (Go ahead tease him about it)

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After reading a bunch of fanfic on him I decided to come up with this questionable idea,anyways you can use this idea all you want.It’s also my first few fanfics so it’s not the best.

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A Thief's Heart: Returning Stolen Hearts

Synopsis:

In the land of Teyvat, where adventure and friendship thrive, you find yourself entangled with the Traveler and the various heroes of Genshin Impact. You have a unique hobby - you enjoy "borrowing" items from the characters in the game, but your intention is always to return them, often with heartfelt notes attached.

Gn reader x some of the genshin men and women (separated)

(I lost count on how many people I am doing)

You mostly embark on a journey with them,on the way there, you would secretly take something from them, for example;their items.

Diluc would be confused at first before knowing that you have taken one of his belongings. As you continues to "borrow" items from Diluc, he can't help but chuckle at your audacity. He honestly think that it’s adorable but won’t say it out loud.

Kaeya might playfully tease you when he discovers your secret.

"Ah, so it seems we have a little mysterious thief among us. I must admit, your antics are quite entertaining."

When Childe finds out, he bursts into laughter, finding your actions both amusing and endearing.

"Haha, you've certainly caught my attention in the most unconventional way. I can't help but admire your spirit."

Venti, the bard, would probably respond with a whimsical comment like,

"Ah, stealing hearts as well as items, aren't you? Your mischievous charm is truly captivating."

Albedo might approach the situation with scientific curiosity.

"I find your actions quite intriguing. It's as if you're conducting a unique social experiment."

When Xiao first realizes that you have been taking and returning items from him, he might furrow his brows in confusion. After awhile you might see him crack a rare, small smile. (Please tease him)

Upon discovering your secret activities, Zhongli would approach the situation with a keen sense of curiosity. He might leave you a rare and exquisite Geo related artifacts out of admiration (he finds your joy of “borrowing” his things adorable)

Ayato, upon learning of your actions, takes it upon himself to investigate discreetly. He finds your behaviour cute and wonders about your motives .

When Alhaitham confronts you, his demeanor is measured, but he adds a soft touch of affection, saying,

"I must admit, I find your actions intriguing, and they've piqued my curiosity. Could you enlighten me about your motivations?"

Bennett would react with enthusiasm.He thinks that you're like a lucky charm and always returning what you take. Your positivity is contagious, and he can't help but admire your optimism.

Razor, while initially be confused, could express admiration with sincerity, saying,

"You not take. You return. Good friend. Razor likes."

Eula, though would be initially confused,but she will hide it by saying “Vengeance will be mine” (yeah im sure we all know what she is going to say)

Yanfei, a skilled legal advisor, may initially see your actions as legally ambiguous. However, she's impressed by your commitment to balance and might offer legal advice to help to your continuous actions within Liyue's laws.

Ganyu, being a diligent worker, becomes curious when she notices your activities in Liyue. She quietly investigates, wondering about your motives.She finds it cute and adorable often smiling when she see you sneakily sneaking off with her stuff.

Yae Miko, always on the lookout for interesting stories, takes notice of your actions and becomes intrigued.She would probably tease you abit or so

Im not really good at writing as it is my first few times writing a fanfic but I hope you enjoyed reading this!You can take this idea and write it if you want,I do not mind,but if you ever do write,I wanna read it 🥳🥳. I was reading a fanfic by @thatdeadaquarius and just got the idea to write it,it’s not the best lol. It’s not that I like Childe,it’s just that he is easier to write.

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Angst-filled Lovers' Redemption

Warning: Angst

You walked along the quiet shore, the gentle sound of waves crashing against the rocks providing a somber backdrop to your thoughts. The sky above was painted with hues of orange and pink as the sun began to set, mirroring the turmoil within your heart. This was the place where you had first met Tartaglia, the enigmatic warrior of the Fatui, and the person who had captured your heart.

Your relationship with Tartaglia had been a whirlwind of emotions from the start. His charismatic personality and confident demeanor had drawn you in like a moth to a flame. You found yourself falling deeper in love with him each passing day, despite the warnings and doubts that lingered at the back of your mind.

But beneath his charming exterior lay a darkness that you could no longer ignore. Tartaglia's allegiance to the Fatui and their sinister plans weighed heavily on your conscience. The more you learned about their machinations and the pain they had caused, the more conflicted you became. How could you love someone who served an organization responsible for so much suffering?

You had confronted Tartaglia about your concerns, pleading with him to reconsider his path and to find redemption. He had listened, his cerulean eyes filled with a mix of frustration and vulnerability. But in the end, he had chosen his duty over your love, believing that the Fatui's cause was necessary, even if it meant sacrificing your happiness.