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dunne & raby teddy bear bloodbag radio / what if… 2009

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I Will Wait For You…

not proofread, angst no comfort, unfinished mini blurb from a scrapped fic. likes/reblogs appreciated

Four years, one hundred and forty five days, and sixteen hours; that’s how long it’s been since you’ve passed away. Every minute without you beside his side feels like torture. Torture; and torture is what he puts himself through to try and cope with the void that settled in his heart. Childe fights on the battlefield much more vicious ever before, yet more carelessly than before. A blade tears through his shirt and rips open his skin.

As his blood soaks the snow he stands upon; all he can think about is how much he misses you. How you used to patch him up after every little fight of his, and how you would help him warm up every night (-despite him saying that he was used to the cold.) Ajax misses reading and reenacting scenes from his younger siblings’ books with you to help the youngest ones fall asleep. Ajax’s heart will forever long to just see or hear you once more.

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Hello, how are you?

I was wondering if I could get Lucifer with the prompt “I could be anything you’d ever need somehow”?

I’m glad to see you back, your works have a special place in my heart ❤️

TW: grief, mentions of death

On a train ride back to the inner circle of the Devildom, your eyes feel heavy.

There's a comforting hum in the air, and your stomach pleasantly full with food. You are tired too, after a weekend of fun in the outskirts with your demons, and this peace brings with it tiredness. The hellfire jasmine weaved into your hair crumples when you attempt to rest your head on the seat, neck straining uncomfortably. Lucifer had plucked the flower for you, and you remember the sharp contrast of white against his black gloves.

You chose comfort over potentially developing an ache, and settle your head on your seat partner—Lucifer's shoulders in a fluid motion as if it's your birthright.

Might as well be, given that he drapes his coat over you after, encircling an arm over you.

Lucifer's scent envelops your senses, the cologne he wears offers familiarity. Everyone else is also half-asleep in their seats, and no one is waking up anytime soon.

You squeeze Lucifer's hand briefly, and feel him squeeze back. Then let the delicious surge of sleep wash over you.

"Luciferrrrr?"

"That tone of voice does not have benign intentions."

"Depends on your interpretation," You say, snaking a hand around his waist, pinching him gently so that he startles a little.

"What is it now?" He muses, eyebrow raised at you in exasperated affection. "Another devilgram reel that you will make me watch at gunpoint?"

You rub your face into his arm. "I want you to participate, actually." Lucifer stiffens at that.

"No." Firm, resounding, absolute. His word is the law.

You have always been lawless.

"Think over it," You propose and take your D.D.D. out to show him the reel that you want him to recreate. A cacophony of moans and pop lyrics assault his eardrums.

"Absolutely not."

"Fineeeeeeeee," You get up, heading towards the door. He still stands firm. Face unimpressed with your antics. Or tomfoolery, as he would put it. "I'll just have to ask someone else then......"

You make sure to walk at a snail's pace towards the oak door, periodically looking back at him with woeful glances. Like a puppy.

He does not budge.

Admitting defeat, you open the door. You will just have to find someone else then.

"Giving up so easily?"

"Is that a yes?"

"Perhaps. Do not get too excited though."

A letter from your realm threatens to shift the world from underneath your feet.

Disbelief clouds your mind, at first. It leads to blind fumbling and a hastily conjured portal, and the seven brothers are left waiting for what is next. You had declined their offer to come along, wanting to go alone.

The sigil ignites at midnight before you arrive. Your eyes are bloodshot, and movements scattered as funeral preparations take over your mind. Their will, their wishes, their life, and the emptiness it brings.

It's a much-needed distraction before the new reality becomes your world.

The mattress shifts underneath your weight as you hold your head in your hands. The acrid smell and the sterile environment of the hospital still lingers in your senses. You should have been with them longer in the human world—talked more—stayed more and—only—only if you were not so selfish.

Your shoulders shake with silent sobs.

Teeth clench together, and your heart threatens to rip out of your chest. You let the sobs out freely now, guilt heavy in your throat. Oh god, they're gone.

You ignore the new weight on your bed, not caring to spare a glance but instead shoving your face in their chest. Your tears dampen his shirt, and you wonder if he might feel the wetness.

"I know," Lucifer mutters, voice small. His hand rubs circles into your back. "I'm so sorry."

Your eyes look bleary.

Five cups of coffee and a half-finished assignment stares at you. Your hand aches too—from holding the pen for hours. Its three a.m. and you have a submission due tomorrow. You cannot afford to ask for a deadline.

Lucifer comes besides you.

"Hi," You mumble, voice groggy.

"Hello," He says, and puts an arms around your aching shoulders. "You should sleep. You have to be up for class in four hours."

"But there is this assignment—"

"Go to sleep," He interrupts, his hand that is around your shoulders now massaging your hand, rubbing circles into the cramped muscle. You release your grip on the pen.

"We will see what is to be done tomorrow." The demon declares with finality.

You do not have the strength to retort, and you mumble into the paper a quiet agreement.

He leads you back to your bed, tucks you into the blanket and kisses your head.

"Goodnight," Lucifer says. "Sleep well."

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XIAO IS SO CUTE 😭 this is sooooo good :3

ok i had a SUPER yummy request idea so hear me out. xiao x (possibly melancholic/normally calm) cryo reader with unnaturally cold skin, and they’re really unphased about it, but since most mortals he knows have warmer skin, and he keeps worrying that maybe it was his karma, or maybe they’re sick, so its just him panicking about their wellbeing😭😭😭

Xiao x Reader

Where you have naturally very cold skin, and Xiao worries about it

Where Xiao notices that your skin is very very cold, and he can't help but overthink if it's his fault, and worry about the coldness in your hands.

(Okay, this is the first time I've written in almost two months, so I really liked the result of this one!! I hope you like it too!!)

Atop the Wangshu Inn, Xiao stood in his usual spot, watching the horizon with his perpetually stoic expression. However, this time, his attention was not on the shadows lurking in the distance or the threats that could disturb the peace of the region. No.

His thoughts were on you.

Ever since he met you, there was something about you that unsettled him, though he could never quite explain it. Perhaps it was the stillness of your presence, the way the cold seemed to follow you like a second skin. Xiao had touched death countless times and knew that the cold was his inseparable companion, but in you there was not the icy embrace of death, but something different, something unnatural.

That particular night, as you stood by his side, he felt his chest burn with a restlessness that he could not quell. His gloved hand accidentally brushed yours, sending a chill down his spine. Your skin was ice-cold, far more so than should be natural for any living being.

“Are you okay?” he asked abruptly, frowning.

You gave him a calm look, tilting your head with a slight smile. “I’m fine.”

But that didn’t reassure him. Xiao had seen too many people say they were fine when in fact their fate was sealed. The weight of karma had made him distrustful of appearances, and though he didn’t quite understand human feelings, he recognized the worry within himself.

“Your skin is cold.” His voice was deep, as if he were facing an uncomfortable truth. He reached out again, hesitating for a moment before touching your wrist.

Yes, still cold. Too cold.

“It’s always been like this,” you said calmly, as if it were something insignificant.

Xiao narrowed his eyes. It didn’t make sense. You had mentioned that your affinity with your Cryo Vision was strong, but… even he, an adeptus, with his Anemo Vision and his almost immortal blood, didn’t have a body of inconstant temperature like yours. Was it possible that you were sick? Was it possible that…?

His thoughts immediately turned dark. What if it was his fault? His gaze descended to his own hands, hands that had shed too much blood, hands burdened with bad karma. Was it possible that his own corruption was affecting you in some way? That his presence was draining your life heat little by little?

“Xiao.” Your voice snapped him out of his spiral of worry. You looked at his tense expression and sighed softly. “Really. It’s nothing bad. It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t bother me. I’m just like this.”

But that wasn’t enough for him.

“Humans shouldn’t have such cold skin,” he insisted in a harsher tone than he intended. Frustration. Fear. Something inside him burned, like he was on the verge of losing something before he even understood what it was.

You laughed softly, an ethereal sound in the night. “And if I told you I’m not exactly human, would that reassure you?”

Xiao blinked. It was a joke. His amber eyes scanned you intently, searching for any sign of a lie. His jaw tightened.

“…No.”

His answer was immediate. No. It didn’t reassure him. Because even if you weren’t exactly human, you were still you.

And he, Xiao, was worried about you in a way that infuriated him, that made him feel helpless. He couldn’t ignore it. He couldn’t just let it go.

“So what will you do?” you asked with a hint of amusement in your tone. “Will you force me to warm up?”

It was a joke, of course, but Xiao considered it seriously for a moment. His brow furrowed further and he looked down at his own clothes, as if he was assessing how warm they would be compared to yours. Before he could do or say anything, you felt a light tug on your sleeve.

“Come.” His voice was softer now, but firm. Not an order, but not a request either.

Without a word, you followed. Xiao led you to the edge of the roof and, with his inhuman speed, descended with you to the balcony of a room in the Wangshu Inn. Inside, the warm light of a lantern illuminated the wooden walls.

“Stay here.” Xiao looked at you, his usual blank expression, but his eyes burned with something different. “I’m going to go get something.”

You watched him disappear in a flash of jade, and when he returned minutes later, he was carrying a small package wrapped in cloth. He handed it to you without saying anything.

You opened it curiously and inside you found a thick scarf of soft fabric, a deep color, with intricate embroidery. It didn't seem like something he just happened to have. You stared at him in disbelief.

"Xiao…"

"Use this." He looked away, crossing his arms as if trying to hide his discomfort. "You might not care, but I do."

For a moment, there was only silence between you. Then, you smiled, wrapping the scarf around your neck. It felt oddly comforting,

More for the gesture than for any warmth he could offer.

“Thank you, Xiao.”

He didn’t respond, but the blush at the tips of his ears was enough to give it away. And for that night, at least, Xiao could find some peace, knowing that, although he couldn’t completely dispel his concern, he could do something to show it.

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Thinking of how Xiao would likely use old timey words to address his lover- his beloved, his sweetling, his darling, the loveliest. His love.

He'd arrive home on silken wings and immediately try to spot his darling. Have a look around and realise his beloved isn't here. Respond automatically to Yelan's teasing comments about his precious love not being home yet, and flush when he realises what he said.

He'd use words of endearment less in the presence of others- but when you are home alone, and he wakes up in bed to find you gone, he'd sit up and softly call out- sweetling?

When you come out of the bathroom smiling immediately at his frazzled hair and smooth it down, he'd press his lips to your wrist.

When you scratch a finger on the grater as you're cooking and set it down with an inhale and a sharp clack Xiao is quick to notice. He immediately makes you sit down as he frets over your injury, if it can even be called that. You chuckle at how worried he is about the smallest of scrapes and he just frowns and tells you- be careful hence, Qingxin.

When you pass by a mirror and eye yourself cynically, Xiao sees it, because he's always looking at you. How could he not, when you're more ethereal than every sunset he's ever seen in his millennia old existence? He'd quietly call out to you- loveliest?

Of course- he can dish it, but he can't take it. When you see him dressed up for festivities, in exquisite clothes no mortal could make, you first eye him with wonderment, then press a kiss to his cheek. Hello, beautiful.

Xiao turns away.

When you're not looking, though, he turns back to the you resplendent and varnished in warm light, prettier than he could ever be. Stepping closer, he brings your hand up to his lips. Quietly, but firmly, he tells you- you are more so.

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genshin men and their way of apologising

Genshin men and their ways of apologising.

kaeya, diluc, childe, (alhaitham, zhongli, kaveh on pt.2) x reader (fem!reader diluc)

ps: it’s comfort/hurt, a bit angsty but with fluffy ending!! Also if you guys have triggers with cursing, this content has cursing/verbal scolding implications so please mind that before reading!

Kaeya:

“stop doing this and that..you’ll end up being a burden.” He shuts off the door and locks it. You were just trying to help him, and unfortunately, he doesn’t like it. This happens quiet a lot, where he closed off all part of himself in order to heal himself…that’s okay, at first, but what about you? You’re hurt and he kept you out just like that; is he here to wound your heart just like the other exes who grew apart from you?

And when you start to lose your patience, he can’t do nothing about it, right? He’s just there to hurt-hurt-and make you feel as if you in deserve of such a treatment. You cried, it felt weird to cry over kaeya. He has been sweet, yes, you never doubted once that his act are truly meant for you, but at what certain point did you do to make him immediately switch up? You didn’t know, you never know. He never wanted to communicate, that’s the problem.

“if you don’t want me to help you, that’s fine, just please kaeya…talk to me like i’m a human, not somebody you can use when you’re happy. I also need a set of time to heal.” You say that-an automatic reply set on your brain to confront him even if it’s not face to face. Now door to door-you just scold him and leave.

It took him a huge amount of time to heal. he knows what he has done can’t be undone. Listening to your cries become his worst fear, he can’t just stand in front of your eyes and say sorry, he knows that wouldn’t work. That enough explains how much he hates apologising; because his apologies always ended up with him crushing over the burden of his sins.

That’s why, the next day, in the morning when you woke up. Kaeya is already there beside your bedside. Folding your palm between his. His head on the floor.

“i’ve taken your words and…* he sighs before continuing. “Apologies don’t really matter if i don’t change my attitudes, so please, if you’re still willing to give me one more chance, can i have the privilege to change, at least, for you?”…he stays quiet for a while. “Lastly, i’m sorry, i know all i did these yesterday and these past few months weren’t tolerable. I understand if you would hate me for this.”..he looks up to you, his eyes are already watery. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He hugs you and that felt so good…

A mark on your neck was left, a few peck it took for him to finally calm down. And he looks at you with a smile, even when his eyes are puffy. “I love you..thank you for still being here.”

Diluc:

Diluc came home quite late, it was unusual and it worries you, after all, since the day you married him. He had never been this late-he always come home with a huge surprise which is food…for obvious reason (he’s wants you to eat instead of cooking him a meal since he knew how exhausting it can be).

you were just about to ring up his phone-and suddenly a slam from the door was heard. You came to the first floor and..there’s diluc! “Diluc!” You grin, as always, you warmly greeted him, because it’s your husband, it’s diluc, what more reason to make you adore him?

You tried to help him get his bag and put off his jacket…but his bag was so heavy…whatever does he put inside his bag? Why is it so h— oh no! The bag suddenly hit your coffee cup and spilled the remaining coffee to the bag…now his bag is tainted with coffee and he-who saw that scene in front of him can’t even hide his raging eyes. Before one word to spit out-he gives off a long sigh-squinting his eyes.

“Why…sigh…it’s always you, you AND YOU who makes the worst mistake OVER AND OVER AGAIN! In the WORST TIMING AS WELL, CAN YOU—“ you replied, cutting off his words. “I-i’m so sorry diluc…i’ll help you with th—“ , “CAN YOU STOP CUTTING MY WORDS? Listen to me lady, it’s not about the bag or the papers, its about your presence…why helping you when you can’t even help yourself fix these problems, you’re helpless.”

He said that like a drunk man with no sanity behind his eyes, yet, this time, he’s actually sober, so sober he already pulled off that bag from your grip... He’s losing his patience and you know his words are the truth…still it hurts way too much. Why? Because it’s diluc, the one you called husband. tears fell and you don’t know what to do. It’s like your body doesn’t know how to move.

You look at his eyes, your mind went blank. You can sense his anger, but the tears never stop from your eyes. It’s like you just got hit by a truck. You try to left the living room to the bedroom upstair. At the same time diluc realise his action-you’re already up there-on the stair.

As soon as your foot step into the bedroom. You slowly loses the ability to numb the tears. You lay down on the comfy covers and then just cry. Sniffling. Without words, just cry and cry and cry. Realising that it was your mistake but..it hurts when he struck you with the truth that you’re useless in his eyes.

Diluc didn’t pay mind to pride when it comes to apologizing. Hence, when he heard the sniffling become louder in each breathe you took. He storms to the bedroom and hold your body to his embrace. Covering you from his face. Covering you from the cowardice and guilt he has to face. Securing you from his words..comforting you with his presence.

“sorry princess…don’t bother looking at my face if it means you’ll hate me…i don’t deserve the sight of your eyes…i don’t deserve anything.” He hugs you closer and strokes your hair, within each stroke, it felt like his hands have just won you again. “Thank you for helping me, it ease me a lot—that’s the word you need and i’m unable to fulfil that right..here i am, rejecting you, not acknowledging the effort you took just to wait for me.” He kisses your forehead before carrying you to sit on his lap. “but do believe that i’ll fix this mistake and beg on your knees if you need me to...” he look at your eye despite you not giving him a sight of your puffy eye.

“Anything for a second chance, for my princess.”

Childe:

you really love cooking. It’s something that nobody really knows-cause not evedybody has seen you cook or even taste the food you cook. You’re known to be secretive about everything; Even childe being your husband, only 2 of your 100 friends know-especially with the fact that topic is on your top 10 secret list.

And being in a marriage with childe means you’ll cook 24/7, which at first seems fine with you-but lately, you’ve been losing interest in cooking. It’s like..whatever you make is just a rating of ”it’s okay” for childe. It’s like he doesn’t even bother appreciating your food. So today, you’re trying to confront him…

He’s in a badmood-that’s why he doesn’t bother to try and reach out to you. Though it’ll be very thoughtful if you actually make him his comfort food right? And maybe if you did so, he would’ve complimented your cooking? Right! So you did and you’re so happy with the result! It taste perfect! So you began serving it onto the small bowl and put the food in front of him, you immediately get some spoonful of the food and put it inside his mouth-which is hot-like BURNING HOT. You know you fucked up so badly, so you get some water for him before he said “fuck!” so casually.

“W-what’s wrong..? Sorry i burned your tongue, i really am..!!! Please dr—“ he immediately cut you off. “No…i don’t want to eat dinner, the food doesn’t even taste good…” oh. “and thank you for burning my tongue as well! It certainly helps!.” He mocked you. “Now i can speak while enduring the pain! Right! That’s what you want your husband to feel, right?” He happily grins, a mockery. Childe immediately walked out of the dining room like a child.

And he scoffs silently on the hallway, even though it’s easy enough for you to listen because he talks to himself like he talks to another being. “I should’ve just searched for another person..i can’t stay with an idiot…” and that push you towards a realization that childe always have think of you as somebody who isn’t worth of his time. It’s like reality finally gives you a sign that he’s just one lucky pull you got. You didn’t cry. It gives you a numbing feeling, an empty one.

You sat on the dining table, taking out your apron, you get some bowl of the food and eat it by yourself. Because, like childe said, he wouldn’t eat dinner, so why bother waiting for somebody who can’t even appreciate you?

Eating alone is such a complex feeling, especially in a marriage. It feels lonely but peaceful. At least it can make your mind steady for whatever coming afterwards. You did feel a bit better but..the pain of his words never left you. It never did. It just makes the heart feel more numb as the seconds passed.

You sighed and…there he is, all shy and embarrassed behind the walls, he has been spying on you since 30 minutes ago…he’s guilty as charged. When you see him, you ignored him, immediately. Not wanting to share another eye contact with that man who have insulted your ways of loving him.

He follows you and hold onto your arm before you go elsewhere, who knows what will you do if his arms didn’t hold yours. Childe is embarrassed-guilt on his face and a coward on his heart. He made you wait for a good 5 minutes, he was waiting for you to say something..but instead, childe was met with cold air.

“i’m a loser for insulting your way of loving me. I’m dramatic. I’m a brat. I’m everything that you don’t want in a man.” His head can’t even meet yours. After all, your eyes are blank and it pierces his soul. “You don’t need to give me second chance. You don’t need to treat me right after what i’ve done. A bad deed is a bad deed.” With the courage of the final sentence; he hold onto your hand and kisses your fingertips. “I will win that cold heart of yours again and again, if it means i can live with you in every life to come.”

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mistaking the raiden shogun puppet for ei and then reader's like: "i screwed up." and the shogun has to remind reader who she is (in bed) so we'll only think of the shogun foreverrrr 😍😍 i love both of them so much

you call her by 'ei' and immediately the world around you seems to darken as your god's eyes narrow, and she looks at you with a piercingly electric stare as she slowly rises to her feet. her steps echo on the tenshukaku floor, and you swallow, breaking out in nervous sweat.

"she is not here today," the shogun says, her tone robotically even, cold. she stops just a few centimeters shy of you, and you've never felt smaller than now with the way she looks down at you. "but i am."

she leans down, then, expression placid even as she makes your breath catch in your throat.

"and i intend to make you remember the difference between us well."

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the shogun is the antithesis of her creator. she's rough, harsh, rhythmic, driving you and the futon you're on forward with each ruthless thrust. there's no quiet groans and soft whimpers and whispered praise against the damp skin of your back; no, the shogun does not speak a word, preferring to let the sounds of her cock ramming into your dripping cunt do all the speaking for her.

you don't even remember how many times she's made you cum. if you still had any higher order thinking skills left, you'd be thinking about how embarrassing it would be to have to face the tenshukaku staff tomorrow when they inevitably have to enter your rooms and get rid of the ruined futon. but for now, all of your brain seems to have dripped out of your cunt with the way the shogun makes you squirt, so all you do is mindlessly babble and sob and drool onto the cloth beneath you, begging for more and pleading that it's too much at the same time.

not that the shogun particularly cares. she has a directive, and she will see it through. she has an eternity at her disposal to do so, after all.

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The Five Senses of the Archons

— Moments with the Archons of Teyvat shines like gold in your heart.

gn! Traveler! Reader with Zhongli, Venti, & Raiden Shogun

(Nahida (platonic), Furina, Mavuika ver. )

Taste - Zhongli

You hummed while you walked through the busy Liyue streets, dodging the odd decoration and person. Lantern Rite was always busy, but it seemed that last-minute preparations were being made. You ducked under a kite, your laughter abruptly cut off as the child holding the string darted past your legs. You would’ve nearly fallen over if someone hadn’t caught you.

“Ah, Traveler. I’m pleased you made it for the Lantern Rite,” you gazed into Zhongli’s warm amber eyes as he set you upright. You couldn’t help but smile back at him, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Soon enough, the two of you ambled down Liyue Harbor, your arm tucked into his. “We’re here,” Zhongli’s smooth, baritone voice took you out of your thoughts.

You blinked, gazing up at Iron Tongue Tian. Zhongli had walked you all the way to Third Round Knockout. You turned to look up at him, and found that he was already watching you with a soft smile. Soon, the two of you were seated, and listening to the storyteller recount tales of Rex Lapis. “This tea is a popular blend,” Zhongli said quietly, so he didn’t disturb the other guests. “It was said that Rex Lapis favored this blend long ago.”

Your lips quirked upward in a smile, “you don’t say?” You murmured to him. Softly, you clinked teacups together, and you watched Zhongli sip elegantly out of the corner of your eye. You raised your cup, closed your eyes, and drank. The complex flavor of the tea spread on your tongue, and the aroma filled your nostrils pleasantly.

You supposed no mere mortal could reach Celestia, but tasting the same tea together as the Geo Archon, listening to stories of Liyue while the warm Lantern lights washed over you both, was close enough.

Sound - Venti

The tavern is busier than usual, you sipped your drink. You were back in Mondstadt for the Windblume festival, and of course you couldn’t miss visiting Angel’s Share for the evening. All around you, people laughed and clinked kegs of Dawn Winery’s finest. You overheard a lyre strumming behind you. You smiled warmly when you saw a bard you were very familiar with, raising your glass to him.

Venti the bard grinned at you, laughter in his voice and wind in his feathered hat, “fancy seeing you here, Traveler! In honor of your presence, I’ll play your favorite~” The boy winked at you, and you couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He cleared his throat, and the chatter of Dawn Winery died down. Even though Venti took the appearance of a Mondstadter, you couldn’t help but feel the air of reverence in the Winery air.

Venti strummed his lyre, and began singing a bright, jaunty tune about a story you hadn’t heard. Music filled every corner of the Winery, and soon patrons were up and dancing. Everyone clapped in rhythm, and somehow you were jostled right next to Venti. Your teal-clad friend grinned at you, shoes tapping on the bar table, and you pointedly ignored Charles’ shouts to get off. Venti winked at you, careful to avoid knocking over kegs and glasses as he started up his song again. The people crowded in Dawn Winery cheered, stomping and clapping and dancing in unison.

And yet, in the chaos as the humble bard boy sang to the room full of patrons, it felt as if the god’s song was only meant for you.

Touch - Raiden Shogun

You supposed that, when the Raiden Shogun herself summoned you, there was no choice but to obey. Fortunately, you had no complaint. Your meeting at Inazuma City started curtly. After all, the two of you clashed swords not long before. After a few halting words, you pieced together that Ei wished to personally invite you to the Palace of Narukami to view the Naganohara firework’s show. You were quiet, and you hadn’t realized how much time had passed until you met Ei’s eyes, and saw something like nervousness and sorry inside them.

It goes to say that even the Almighty Shogun of Eternity wanted a friend to spend time with during a festival.

So, after nodding, she wasted no time leading you up the Palace. The staff gawked at you, although you guessed that it wasn’t specifically you they were looking at. Merely the shock that the Raiden Shogun had a guest over. Although, at some point during your stay, you felt yourself grow drowsy while sitting next to Ei. She suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder, and heard you softly breathing. A strange sensation, but the Raiden Shogun would allow it.

She felt you stir awake as the festival began. You heard the loud pop! of Naganohara’s fireworks, and your closed eyelids you saw the flashes of light. You stayed slumped against her shoulder, her arm around you, and silently you both watched the fireworks overhead. No words passed between you, but slowly her cheek dropped onto your head. You felt her relax against you.

As the fireworks stopped, she cleared her throat. “It’s only proper that I escort you to the entrance. Come, Traveler.” You nodded, too tired to politely deny. The two of you walked in rhythm, the backs of your hands barely brushing. She was about to pull away when she felt the weight of your hand drop into hers. Instinctively, she tightened her grasp on it. Your hands remained intertwined until you parted at the gate. As Ei went back to her chambers, she could still feel the warmth of your hand in hers, and the weight your head on her shoulder. Fleeting, and yet eternal all the same.

Back in your own room, you flexed your hand. You could still feel the touch of the God of Eternity’s hand, tingling, electric. You hoped it would never fade away.

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I wanted to try something new. This is my Genshin fic posted to tumblr!! Please consider leaving a like, comment or reblog!! Thanks for reading travelers 😘✨

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wahhh i love this too much ei is so cute here

hi ! ru still taking reqs? if so i hv one for u:

diluc, ei, ganyu, itto, venti and xiao's reactions when u tell them ur from another world?

kinda like traveler lowkey - since traveler did introduce u to [char]. so what happens when they clear out the fog of your origins? (lets also make u extremely overpowered 👍)

my apologies for the abundance of characters i want u to write for :( - i may or may not think out of all the people who's works i've read ur the best? aoqooqoao don't mind that but tysm if u take my req! ily :D

S/O THAT’S FROM ANOTHER WORLD

꒰warnings꒱ honkai star rail references, not proofread oopsie

⠀꒲ ` characters . . . diluc, venti, zhongli, ganyu, xiao, ei, itto

⠀꒲ ` notes . . . i’m currently on a hsr grind so i just decided to steal both that universe and technically the elements of honkai impact to feed into my delusions ♡

traversing the planets that sprinkle the gorgeous celestial galaxy above has led you to a sticky situation. for the past several months you’ve been wandering around the land known as ‘teyvat’ with the kind traveler aiding you as someone who understands your predicament all too well.

it wouldn’t have been so weird for you as a trailblazer - after all, a nameless’s job is to explore the cosmos and the planets that dot the universe - but what made it undoubtedly difficult was the fact you were: A. alone. B. in a whole different branch of the imaginary tree. C. completely attached to a person from this precarious world.

see, over the course of your adventure you’ve met so many different types of people; some the equivalent of scraping nails on a chalkboard and some…or should i say someone, who’s been at your loving side ever since their heart skipped a beat for you.

R. DILUC — 迪卢克

ʚ diluc doesn’t like to assume things unless it’s built on a foundation of logic and evidence. so this was an absolute surprise to him.

ʚ your sweet and silly habits, the little mumbles you kept to yourself, your reliance on him to converse with others…he thought those were just endearing quirks of yours! not because you were from a whole other world!!

ʚ listen, he’s not mad, per se. you’re the love of his life (as absolutely corny as that sounds), but he doesn’t appreciate having something like this be brought up so randomly and not with precaution. the traveler was one thing, this was another. he loved you. he needs to sit down for a moment…

ʚ in the grand scheme of things, this revelation made a lot of sense. there were moments you mentioned little tidbits about your personal life where it had him scratching his head. you were freely allowed to have secrets and friends outside of mondstadt…but it came to a point where he was absolutely sure you were making things up.

ʚ what do you mean you reminded him of a man called argenti? he didn’t particularly enjoy getting compared to another man of all things…but you seemed pretty happy with yourself so he’ll let it slide. you’re missing someone named…kiana? well, he’s not exactly sure who that is, but he’d be happy to escort you to meet them?

ʚ it was sweet, really—how much he tried to appease your little waves of nostalgia and nights of sorrow with nonchalant compliance while he had no knowledge of your situation. but, now that he has…everything has become so much more convoluted.

ʚ he’s already a man of very few words, preferring actions to prove his love than mere bluffs—but how was he meant to show you anything when all you ever want is something out of his reach?

ʚ diluc has never been in a position where he couldn’t give someone he loved something they desired. you manage to surprise him even now.

ʚ aside from the guilt he feels about not being able to give you more than a hug and a kiss with a muttered “it’ll be okay, sweetheart”, he’s utterly proud and in awe of you.

ʚ you were truly something else in battle. fierce, swift, barely visible through smoke and gashes of elements bombarding together like an alchemy lesson gone wrong—he couldn’t have asked for a better partner.

ʚ if diluc was one for relaxing in fairytale bliss, he wouldn’t hesitate to lean back as you slaughtered with delicate ease with a dreamy grin on his face.

VENTI — 温迪

ʚ venti knows every song from the past, present and the future. the future being the most helpful for situations like this.

ʚ but he certainly didn’t expect for you to just say it out right! i mean, he had suspicions (you called him wendy upon your first meeting, he immediately knew there was something curious about you…), but you’ve never really mentioned it before.

ʚ his initial reaction was a mix of unbridled curiosity and utter joy. he has SO many questions which he will let you use as payment instead of mora for every ballad and sonnet he sings for you. but also… you trusted him with this information? fr? (>﹏<)

ʚ he is SO down for you to chat shit about people who pissed you off in your world. will he understand any of the factions or wars involved? nope! but he’s always willing to listen to his windblume when they’re caressing and squshjng at his cheeks as a form of venting relief.

ʚ not only are you a super intriguing storyteller, one that does a heck of a good job to give him the proper material for future ballads, you’re so powerful and talented it makes him shiver! (*≧ω≦)

ʚ he already loved watching your skilful fingers wrap around a weapon…but watching your entire demeanour shift and posture straighten after you’ve left a residue of dust from a hoard of enemies? ooh you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

ʚ there is a certain bittersweetness to your predicament however… being the god of the freedom of all things means a lot of things, but one thing in particular that makes his heart ache: eventually, he’ll have to let you go.

ʚ and not in a dramatic romeo and juliet way, or an anti-commitment way—in the way that this isn’t your home. and venti would never deprive you of the chance to see your own peers and family.

ʚ what’s a little distance to a god who’s already been alone for most his life anyway?

ZHONGLI — 钟离

ʚ “i know.” were the only words that left his lips as soon as you reveal your identity. he never delves deeper into how he knew; or perhaps he didn’t and is just lying to save face…either way, he remains silent with a complaisant smile as he once again picks up his teacup.

ʚ it’s awfully unsettling how this proclamation is met with such nonchalance, but to be fair, he’s a god, and a dragon at that—he’s seen and been the fault of countless of empires falling and rising, including the one you’re standing in today with qingxin’s in your hair, he’s not fazed, but he is certainly intrigued.

ʚ won’t hesitate to bombard you with questions, slowly of course, he doesn’t wish to overwhelm you.

ʚ it’s not every day he gets to speak with someone who’s from a world completely unlike his own who’s actually willing to share their tales and past. of course the traveler was there to chat about their own experiences, but it always felt like they were leaving portions of their story covered.

ʚ it’s not every day he gets to speak with someone who’s from a world completely unlike his own who’s actually willing to share their tales and past. of course, the traveler was there to chat about their own experiences, but it always felt like they were leaving portions of their story covered. 

ʚ he’s suddenly a lot more in tune with your habits and quirks, he enjoys the whole process of guessing what things you’ve adapted to and learn from teyvat and the things you’ve clearly been conditioned into by your past.

 ʚ silly things like calling accidentally calling the archons “herrscher”, face suddenly going limp with sorrow at the mention of murata, he also does think it’s a little funny you mimic his osmanthus wine line with one of your own…something to do with life being ephemeral and being filled with worldly strife.

 ʚ aside from your unique quirks, another obvious thing that caught his eye was your power. he’s seen many a mortal in his life—some of which had left puffed scarring in his psyche from their sheer strength and will.

 ʚ but you? you were something else. he couldn’t even tell if it was just because he loved you so much that anything you did amazed him, or because it was simply endearing to see his partner so nonchalantly powerful.

 ʚ he may or may not pull the grandpa card occasionally to watch you in action. Can he technically match you in power? possibly. but you should forgive the old dragon, he merely enjoys watching you get sweaty as he sips tea, is that so wrong?  

GANYU — 甘雨

ʚ ganyu is barely awake when she comes home to you, so when you suddenly revealed such news, it abruptly awoke her. yes, she nearly lost a horn in the process—please don’t mention the bump on her forehead.

ʚ despite ganyu being extremely intelligent and quietly observant like an white barn owl with hooded eyes, this was the last thing she expected: was teyvat some sort of resort for outlanders strewn off their course? or did the gods specifically send you down here so you can play with her heart?

ʚ the revelation doesn’t change much apart from your late night pillow talks. suddenly, even the sleepy goat preferred counting the moles and freckles on your skin than imaginary sheep. please do enlighten her about your world!! she will soak up any information and perhaps help you relive some memories with some diy—she’s sure she can remake the food from the xianzhou luofu with some mismatched ingredients!

ʚ one thing that intrigued her immediately about your travels was the place called penacony; you seriously visited a world where dreams were a reality? where you can simply let go of the troubles of life and engage in mindless fun? that was far too out of her realm of imagination, but she was certainly replaying the image you placed in her mind during her late hours at work.

ʚ however…the rest of the story about the dreamy land solidified in her mind that maybe those few hours with ink are worth more than indulging in delusions…

ʚ your martial art skills and general technique with your desired weapon had also piqued her interest, but she had never really put too much emphasis on it or thought to express her curiosity. after all, it’s not like she gets out of liyue much—perhaps this was merely a style from one of the other nations?

ʚ of course, with the present context, she was now even more intrigued! you have to teach her some of those cool choreography moves! you practically use the entire battlefield like a dance floor, sliding around to avoid enemy attacks with such poise and grace you’d think you were merely doing ballet. she’s never been so motivated for something so seemingly trivial to you.

ʚ there’s certainly a hint of worry with your whereabouts. after all, doesn’t this mean you’ll eventually have to make it back home? if so, would you be potentially willing to return to her if your heartbeats ever sync again?

XIAO — 魈

ʚ that explains a lot of the mumbles you told him not to worry about where in which you compared him to people he’s never heard of in teyvat - i mean he barely remembers the blurry faces of people he’s encountered but even so.

ʚ i mean who in the world was blade?? like the weapon? if so, that’s a rather cruel comparison for a man used as a killing slave for most his life.

ʚ he did think it was weird that despite your long stay in teyvat, you hadn’t managed to properly integrate yourself into their cultures - though he wasn’t really one to judge you for that, he was born to protect liyue and he still hasn’t got a clue how to socialise, so really? he understood you all too well.

ʚ soon as you admitted to him your story, it’s like all the lanterns in his head suddenly flutter with light. ah, so you’re not just an outcast weirdo—you’re quite literally from a different planet.

ʚ xiao isn’t one to be super intrigued about other people, his life and duty is specifically intended for the protection of liyue and its people. he has no time to wonder about what’s beyond that.

ʚ but…since it’s you, he’ll try. during those alone nights at the inn, him wrapped up in your arms like an injured kitten as you brush away the dark streaks of hair clinging to his bloodied forehead—he’ll ask.

ʚ did you have any friends? any family? did they love you? what sort of things did you experience? …do you miss them?

ʚ he rarely wants the answer to the last one, he shuts it out almost entirely. he can’t bear the thought of you potentially yearning for somewhere, or even someone, that wasn’t him. it was petty and selfish—but for the first time in his sacrificial life, he allowed it.

ʚ as for your power…he’s not one to be impressed by something he was literally designed for, but it was another thing to watch you work so diligently. it was…admirable.

ʚ there’s been times where you’ve surprised him, and unintentionally hurt his ego. he’s supposed to be YOUR protector, he wants to be. because if he isn’t, what else can he be? you can’t just swoop in and snatch him by the waist while he’s in the middle of training because you think he’s in trouble!

RAIDEN EI — 影

ʚ she truly believes she misheard you at first.

ʚ you’re from where? huh? speak up, please before the stoic shogun breaks down.

ʚ you can’t be from somewhere unreachable…you were hers. and now you’re telling her you belong to a whole other world?

ʚ it’s a poignant moment. on one hand, she’s deeply honoured that you trusted her to admit something so important to you, but truly…the idea you were just barely hers made her irrationally upset.

ʚ once she gets over the sulking, ei finds a little peace with you as you retell some stories of your own life. it’s a little healing almost, knowing you handled yourself so fiercely without her need of protection.

ʚ another raiden shogun? well you better pray you hadn’t dated because otherwise…she’s not sure she can keep that purple electricity of hers in check enough to not leave a branch-like streak across your face (she wouldn’t dare no matter how tempting the idea of branding you as hers the thought may be).

ʚ yae sakura and miko though? now that was certainly interesting. at least she finally had a conversation starter with the kitsune that strayed from the typical teasing.

ʚ you must know that she will absolutely be using this information against you, in the most lighthearted manner of course.

ʚ no it’s actually very normal in the inazuman custom for a shogun to eat a handful of sweets before dinner, you simply haven’t heard of it! yup she also must be the little spoon at night no matter how much smaller or bigger you are from her—it’s a status thing, so come on, get to it.

A. ITTO — 荒泷一斗

ʚ OH SHIT??

ʚ unexpected, bewildered and absolutely enamoured.

ʚ not only did he manage to bag an absolute gorgeous partner, one that could kick ass like it was second nature, but also one that was from some super cool other world?! oh babe you shouldn’t have said anything, he will absolutely chew your ear off with this.

ʚ nonstop talking and questioning— did you have things like this in your world?? when reference to the most common items. dig you also have rain? did you wake up before dawn or was it always night in your realm? do you have family? what were they like? friends? gasp LOVERS?

ʚ ooh he suddenly couldn’t take it. he knows you’re the most beautiful, handsomest, prettiest person alive—but just the thought of someone else—someone who he couldn’t fight!!—thinking the same thing before he ever did made his stomach feel all funny.

ʚ were there monsters and freaks in your world too? and did you love them as much as you hopefully loved him?

ʚ he knows it’s a little unfair to expect you to only have had eyes for him, but for the sake of his ego…it’s much better to keep past romantic endeavours to yourself. he’s currently more than content that the great arataki itto is your first TEYVAT! boyfriend. no other dude from some shammy planet could change that significant status.

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Wife man? Nah wife WOMAN. Genshin women who would be obsessed with their wives!! <3

(Clorinde, beidou, ei; childe, neuvillette, zhongli) all of the male characters have been hit with the trans ray for this because why genderbend when you can just make them trans? /j

Cw: nsft!!, wlw, mostly vanilla sex tbh, childe, neuvi and zhongli all have cocks sorry not sorry

Clorinde who looks for you after she is finished with her duel, leaving so fast that you almost think she wasn’t even there. After dealing with the most annoying of people, all she wants is her beloved to sit with at home!! She loves finding you sitting pretty waiting for her come home, dressed in her favorite lingerie.

Clorinde often finds the idea of “rewarding her” for winning a bit ridiculous considering she has only won- but who she to complain when her wife bounces so prettily on her strap. Her hands alternate between resting lazily on your hips and dragging you up and down, deeply enjoying your broken moans. She can’t help but take in the way you look, almost like an angel (her angel). Clorinde will make sure to hurry with the next duel just to see this even sooner <3

Beidou who nearly tackles you when she finally docks back to liyue harbor. Normally she takes you on the Crux with her, but inazuma with the..uncertainty of their government she left you back home. But now she’s home as well! With you <3 your hugged so tightly you think she may crack a rib, already making plans to go out to have drinks with you. Beidou doesn’t leave you alone for the whole day when she sees you again!

Spending so long at sea away from her adorable wife, of course she has to spend hours remembering your body. Her rough hands gently trail over your figure, taking their time to explore you again. Beidou has barely even touched you and you’re already squirming in her grasp, begging so sweetly for her <3 she has to give her wife what she wants! Her hands pull your thighs apart softly, dipping her head down to your cunt. She feels like she is back in Heaven as she hears your sweet moans!

Ei who only wants to relax with you in the bath house. You two are the only ones in there at her request, the large pool reserved just for her and her wifey! She’s laying her head on your shoulder, and while she doesn’t need to sleep, indulges in resting her eyes with you for a few moments. Being archon means not getting to see you all the time, but being archon also means getting to have private moments like this <3

Ei helps you get out, letting your hand take hers as she leads you back to the changing area. You can feel her eyes glance over ever so often to your figure, taking in something she has seen a thousand times. She insists on helping you put your clothes back on, but you get a bit suspicious when her hands rest a bit too long on your chest. Her hands softly grope and feel around, playing with your nipples just to draw out little whines. She only hums into your neck when you call her out, and she continues to play with you chest! It’s not her fault her wife is so gorgeous :(

Childe would spend all day in the house with you if she could! It’s a prefect picture; snow falling while the fire warms up the house, and you two are cuddled together on the couch. Of course it’s not necessary the cozy cabin childe was raised in, it’s a giant mansion with fatui guards outside, but it’s close enough. She’s pressed against you closely, your head laying on her shoulders <3 it childe could make this moment last forever, there isn’t a price she wouldn’t pay!

Childe plants a small kiss to your lips as her scarred hands hold your thighs open delicately. Her cock thrusts in and out you, your fluids mixing together while you moan into the kiss. She shed most of her clothes a long time ago, leaving you to be able to see scars from her past battles. You can’t help but swoon over her well built body, and she can’t help but take every moment to trail over her wife’s! As she pulls away, her face is a bit flushed and little “so good for me baby” escape her lips.

Neuvilette who relaxes with her wife in the bathtub after she gets off work <3 neuvillette enjoys nothing more than just having you near her while the water splashes around. It’s not often you get to see neuvillette bare, and even rarer to see her actually lean back and enjoy the hot water. She sighs blissfully when she feels your fingers run through her hair, your hands taking their time to fix her up. Being iudex comes with working almost constantly, and getting to have a soft moment with you where she can allow herself some personal time is greatly appreciated.

Neuvillette doesn’t make attempt to stop you when she feels your hand drift down to the front of her torso, a small whine leaving her lips when you wrap your hand around her cock. She leans back into your chest, enjoying the way you seem to know every way she loves to be touched <3 it isn’t long until her cock stands proudly, precum dribbling into the water. Her little moans and gasps are music to your ears as you pump her cock, and you’re almost sure you can see her shaking. And when she finally cums, you press a small kiss to her cheek <3 it’s your duty as her wife to help her right?

Zhongli has lived for thousands of years, but by far one of her favorite experiences is having tea with you. It’s prepared by zhongli herself- delicately handled with care before being placed down on the table. It’s a lovely day in liyue, you two resting in the courtyard of zhongli’s abode (the joys of your partner having a suspiciously nice house and no money). She’s telling you about stories from decades ago, answering every one of your questions with grace while still sipping her tea. She’s admiring you as she carries on, slipping in a few compliments meanwhile <3

She’s not even breaking a sweat holding you up, her hands gripping into your thighs while you legs wrap around her waist. She can’t help the small grin that comes to her face hearing your moans into her neck as she continues to thrust into you. While your face is beet red and your pussy is fighting to fight all of her inside, she’s just whispering little words of love into your ears. And don’t even think about saying something remotely bratty, one roughly squeeze to your ass puts you right back in your place as she chuckles at you. Damn your archon wife.

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(pt. 2, What if his lover isnt purely innocent? What if its all calculated?)

Childe (Tartaglia)

He loved how cute you were. The way you clung to his arm with your big, glossy eyes. The way you pouted and said things like, “Don’t leave me~ I’ll be so lonely…” It made his heart swell — you were so soft, so delicate, so his.

But things started… changing. You weren’t just needy — you were vindictive. Anyone who annoyed you disappeared from the room shaken, trembling. One day, his younger brother Teucer nearly tripped over you, and you smiled sweetly. The next day, the boy had a bruised knee and didn’t know how.

“Tonia was being mean to me,” you whispered, snuggled into Childe’s chest. “She laughed when I fell.” You didn’t have to say more. He dealt with it.

But that night, as he watched you humming while drawing something in a little red notebook — a list of names, crossed out, complete with little skulls — he felt something crawl under his skin.

“You’re not as fragile as you act, are you?” he asked, voice low. You looked up at him, wide-eyed. “But you like me better this way, right?” He did. He hated it.

So he kissed your forehead. And told himself: “If she’s twisted… at least she’s twisted for me.”

Xiao

At first, your presence gave him peace. You were small, soft-voiced, always reaching for his hand like you’d float away without it. You called him your “hero.” He didn’t understand affection, but you made him feel… anchored.

But things changed.

One day, he heard you humming behind a pillar. A strange sound, like you were talking to someone — but you were alone.

“He was mean to me, so I broke his toy,” you giggled. He saw the broken hilichurl mask in your hand — not dropped in battle, but smashed, repeatedly. With intent.

He stepped closer, eyes sharp. “What did you do?” You turned, smiled so sweetly, and tugged his sleeve.

“Nothing bad. Don’t worry. You protect me, remember?” He froze. Something in your voice — that lilt of innocence — it was wrong.

He didn’t leave. But he never let his back face you again.

Cyno

You were dramatic, clingy, full of ridiculous excuses. He scolded you like a tired teacher with a mischievous student. But he always gave in. He thought your chaos was harmless.

Until someone was arrested. For threatening you, you said. But there were… gaps in the story. Inconsistencies. He dug deeper. Your witness statements, delivered in your cute, pouty tone, didn't line up.

“Why did you say they pushed you?” he asked. You blinked up at him. “They did, emotionally.” “That's not a crime.” “It felt like it.”

Cyno stared. For once, he had no joke.

“If you lie again, I’ll find out.” You smiled. “You won’t leave though… will you?”

He didn’t answer. And that silence scared him more than any of your words.

Kaeya

You were a breath of twisted air. Every pout, every dramatic sigh — he thought it was a game. Something he could match, even beat. But he didn’t realize the game was rigged.

He caught you once in the library, whispering to someone in a broken voice, tears in your eyes. He felt concern — until he saw the way your eyes sharpened the moment they looked away. You were acting.

“You’re a little monster in disguise,” he murmured later, twirling a lock of your hair around his finger. You leaned in, lips brushing his ear.

“You’re not afraid of monsters. You sleep with one every night.”

He laughed. Of course he did. But his arm tightened around your waist — not to hold you close, but to remind himself you were real. And maybe, if he kept you close enough, the monster wouldn’t turn on him.

Albedo

You always had tantrums. Pouts. Teary-eyed “nobody loves me” routines. He treated it clinically — like a pattern. Until one day, someone went missing after an argument with you. And you just tilted your head. “They shouldn’t have yelled at me. That’s all.”

He examined your room while you napped. Drawings. Pages of notes about people. How to make them crack. How to make them break.

When he confronted you, you didn’t cry. You just smiled, lazy and sweet.

“Is this part of your experiment, too?”

He paused.

“Maybe,” he said quietly. “But this time, I’m the subject.”

Ayato

He noticed something first in your staff. They were always nervous. You smiled too much. Asked for too little. Acted too innocent. But he was busy. He wanted to believe you were just needy. Sweet. A little dramatic.

Until he caught you bribing someone. And then blackmailing another. All while sucking on a candy and saying things like, “Oops! Did I do that?”

“You’re not fragile,” he said one night. “You’re calculated.” You crawled onto his lap, whispering,

“But I only do it so I can keep you.”

He held your chin and stared into your eyes.

“I don’t know whether I should punish you… or make you my second-in-command.” He kissed you. He didn’t decide.

Diluc

You clung to his arm like a sleepy kitten, your voice always soft, your tone gentle. You asked for attention in the smallest ways: a tug on his sleeve, a pout, a single tear. And he gave it to you. Every time.

But slowly… he noticed things.

One of his bartenders suddenly quit, saying they were “afraid.” You had only smiled sweetly when asked. Customers who flirted with him too long didn’t return. He found a scarf of his, stolen from his room, hidden in your drawer — carefully folded next to a candle and a dried flower.

He confronted you gently. He always was gentle with you.

“You’re scaring people. Is that really what you want?” Your lips trembled. Your voice cracked. “I don’t want them. I want you.” “You’re mine, Diluc. They shouldn’t look at you like that.”

His throat tightened. He wanted to say it was wrong. He wanted to say it was dangerous.

Instead, he reached for your hand and whispered,

“Don’t let that side of you grow. Please. Don’t make me choose.”

Kaveh

You acted helpless, like a delicate flower blown by the wind. Every little inconvenience turned into a catastrophe. Every wrong look made you burst into fake tears. And Kaveh — emotional, soft-hearted, too empathetic — always believed you.

But it started to unravel. He saw the broken dish you claimed “just slipped.” He saw the way you smiled when someone was humiliated after upsetting you. He overheard your voice, saccharine sweet, whispering threats like lullabies.

He confronted you in the dark.

“Are you… hurting people? To make me feel sorry for you?”

You blinked at him with glassy eyes, stepping closer.

“But Kaveh… I love how you protect me. You only hold me tight when I cry.”

He almost collapsed under the weight of guilt. You weren’t just playing him. You were weaponizing his kindness.

And worst of all? He still loved you. And he hated himself for it.

Zhongli

You were refined, sweet, soft-spoken. He thought your childlike behavior was a remnant of your youth — a reminder that even mortals needed to be cherished.

But then, rumors began to circle. Servants too afraid to speak. Diplomats who avoided your gaze. And you… always smiling. Always so innocent.

He watched as you scolded someone in private — your voice not raised, but twisted. Cold. He watched the fear in their eyes.

When he approached, you turned with the same sugary tone.

“Zhongli~ I was just having a little talk. They were being mean.”

His hands folded calmly behind his back. But his tone was sharper.

“Your actions do not reflect the virtues of patience… or mercy.”

You pouted. “But I’m just a girl. I didn’t mean it that way.” He stared into your eyes, unreadable.

“The mask you wear… is not made of porcelain. It is made of control.”

He still held you close. But he never let his guard down again.

Kazuha

You were clingy, soft, like a petal drifting on wind. You cried when he left. You whined when he trained. You asked him to promise you everything. He thought it was sweet. He thought he was protecting a fragile soul.

But then he started noticing how people around you suffered. A merchant accused of stealing. A friend suddenly shunned. Your voice was always babyish, always sad.

“They were mean to me, Kazuha… they said I was too much…”

But then he found a letter. A threat. From you. Written in elegant calligraphy, folded neatly beneath your pillow.

He didn’t speak. That night, you sat beside him by the river, looking up with wide eyes.

“Are you mad?” “I’m just a little selfish sometimes, aren’t I?”

He gently tucked a flower behind your ear.

“Even the gentlest breeze can carry poison.”

He never stopped loving you. But part of his soul mourned something he couldn’t quite name.

Thoma

You pouted for sweets, cried when ignored, and constantly begged for affection. He gave it to you willingly. He liked taking care of people. Especially you. You were sweet. Or so he thought.

But soon, every small inconvenience became a dramatic performance. And the way others avoided you — or seemed haunted by your smile — became impossible to ignore. One day, he found a letter you had written to his landlord, falsely accusing a neighbor of assaulting you. The man had been evicted. Ruined.

Thoma felt his heart stop.

“Why would you do that?” he asked. You looked up at him from the couch, blanket around your shoulders. “I needed you to care again. You weren’t hugging me like you used to.”

He took a shaky breath.

“That’s not how you get love…” “Well it worked, didn’t it?”

And he hated himself — because it did.

Itto

At first, he thought you were just fun-sized chaos. You pouted, stomped your feet, demanded snacks — he loved it. You made him laugh every day. He proudly called you his “tiny terror.”

But one day, he saw how you handled a kid who beat you in a game. You pulled them aside. Smiled. The next day, the kid cried every time they saw you.

Another time, he heard you say,

“I’m just a girl! No one should blame me for what happened.” When a whole food stall had been destroyed — by you. Intentionally.

“Wait a minute…” he muttered. “You wanted them to suffer?” You batted your lashes, climbing into his lap.

“But Ittooo~ They hurt me first.” “I only did what I had to do!”

He hesitated. His big hands gripped your waist.

“You're scary sometimes… but dang it, I love you anyway.” “Just promise you won’t hurt anyone who doesn’t deserve it, alright?”

You promised. And he believed you. Even when he probably shouldn’t have.

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GENSHIN X READER

(What if their lover is childish, what is their reactions?) Childe, Xiao, Cyno, Kaeya, Albedo, Ayato, Diluc, Kaveh, Zhongli, Kazuha, Thoma, Itto

okay this may not be perfect

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Childe (Tartaglia)

Loves it. Enables it.

“You wanna be carried? Sure, hop on.” He spoils you without shame and finds your pouty demands adorable. Your clinginess feeds his ego. You whine? He chuckles and gives in. You cry? Someone’s getting hurt.

You're sitting on his lap sideways, arms crossed, refusing to look at him. “What’s wrong this time, snowflake?” he asks, grin already forming. You mumble, “You were gone too long.” He just laughs and pulls you closer, one hand sliding up your back. “I told you it was a mission,” he coos, kissing your cheek, “You missed me that bad, huh?” You nod with the smallest whimper. “Alright, alright. Tonight’s just us. I’ll even let you sleep on top of me like a weighted blanket, deal?” You brighten immediately. He smirks — mission successful. His brat is happy again.

Xiao

Internally panics. He doesn’t get it, but he tries. You pull on his sleeve, demand attention, and he freezes.

“What… are you doing?” Eventually, he just accepts it with a quiet sigh and softening gaze. You’re strange — but somehow, you ease his pain.

You cling to his arm while he meditates. At first, he pretends to ignore you. “Xiaooo,” you drawl, tugging. “I’m concentrating.” “I’m lonely.” He finally opens his eyes and looks at you — not angry, just tired. “What do you want me to do?” You point to the ground next to you: “Sit here. Just… exist next to me.” He hesitates, then moves without a word. When your head ends up on his lap, he tenses — but doesn’t move. “…You’re annoying,” he mutters. You grin. He didn’t push you away. You won

Cyno

Surprisingly patient — but confused. He stares blankly when you whine over something small.

“That’s… not how logic works.” But over time, he adjusts. He brings you plushies “for stress regulation” and lets you cling to him without question. Secretly thinks it’s cute.

You dramatically flop onto his paperwork pile. “Nooo one loves me~” “I do,” he says instantly, without looking up. “Then why are you ignoring me?” “I’m not. I’m finishing this report to protect you, so you don’t get arrested for tax evasion.” You blink. “Wait—what taxes?” He gives you a deadpan look. “Exactly. That’s why I do the paperwork.” Then he pulls you into his lap like a sack of rice, continuing to write. “You can sit here. But behave. Or I’ll tickle you to death.”

Kaeya

Completely entertained.

“Aw, poor thing~ do you need a kiss or three?” He feeds your drama like it’s gourmet. Teases you, carries you, even talks to you like a spoiled brat on purpose just to see your tantrums. Loves every second.

You pout at him during a fancy event. “You’re not paying attention to me.” He smirks. “Sweetheart, I’m hosting a diplomatic banquet.” “Don’t care.” He raises a brow, then excuses himself mid-conversation to walk over. “What do you want me to do?” “Hold my hand. Right now.” He chuckles, kisses your knuckles, and slides an arm around your waist. “Demanding, dramatic, and dangerously adorable,” he whispers. “Just my type.”

Albedo

Gently indulgent.

He doesn’t react dramatically, but he notices everything. He adjusts his tone, softens his words, and gives you space to be childish — while subtly guiding you with logic.

“You can throw your tantrum first. Then we’ll talk.”

You tug on the end of his coat like a child. “Albedo, I’m bored. Entertain me.” “Hmm.” He puts down his quill. “You wish to be stimulated… intellectually or emotionally?” You stare at him blankly. “Emotionally!” you say. “With cuddles.” He sighs softly, amused. Then he lifts you into his lap with mechanical ease. “Let’s explore this emotional attachment then,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Ayato

Amused, but strategic.

“Are you pouting again? Shall I cancel your dessert?” He sees it as part of your charm and manages you like he manages diplomats — with luxury and light threats. He lets you be childish… as long as you're still his.

You lay dramatically across his office couch, groaning. “No one appreciates me~” He glances up from his tea, entirely unbothered. “That’s incorrect. I provide you with daily adoration, three gifts a week, and imported mochi.” “But not enough attention!” He sets the cup down, approaches, and scoops you into his arms effortlessly. “You want attention? Fine. I’ll cancel everything today — for you.” He pauses. “But you better earn it. By feeding me those strawberry candies you hoard.”

Diluc

Internally screaming, but outwardly calm. You cling to him like a koala, and he just sighs softly.

“You’re impossible… but fine.” He’s not used to it, but secretly likes how open you are. He pretends to be annoyed — he’s not.

You throw yourself at him while he’s dressing for a formal event. “Don’t goooo.” “I’ll be gone an hour,” he murmurs. “Just an hour.” “Too long. I’ll die of boredom.” He lets out a tired breath and holds you close, hand stroking your hair. “You’re impossible.” “I’m cute.” He gives the ghost of a smile. “Yes… you’re ridiculously cute.” Then he hands you a book. “Read this until I return. Highlight every word you like. I’ll read them back to you later.” You perk up immediately. He's got you wrapped around his finger. So why does he look more flustered? AHHH HE'S JUST ""CHEF'S KISS"

Kaveh

Matches your energy. Dramatically.

“Oh? You’re upset? I’m upset! I just broke another cup!” You pout — he pouts louder. You cry — he throws a pillow. It becomes chaotic. Everyone hates it. You two love it. Drama royalty x2.

You cry because you dropped your donut. He cries with you. “This world is so cruel! That donut had potential!” You throw yourself dramatically on the floor. “Everything’s ruined!” He joins you. “We deserve better!” Alhaitham walks in. Sees both of you fake sobbing over a pastry. Leaves without a word. Kaveh turns to you. “Let’s go buy five more. And then you can sit on my lap while I file building permits.” “Deal.”

Zhongli

Patient beyond mortal comprehension. You throw a tantrum in Liyue Harbor and he doesn’t blink.

“Are you done, my love? Now let us proceed.” He talks to you like a king calming a royal baby. You cling to him — he lets you. You whine — he brews tea.

You whine at him mid-conversation with Ningguang. “Zhoooongliiii~ I’m sleepy~” He nods politely to her and excuses himself. He kneels before you. “Shall I carry you home, or would you prefer a tea break first?” You pout. “Carry.” “As you wish.” He carries you through the harbor bridal-style like it’s nothing. Everyone stares. He’s unfazed. “Being childish is not a flaw,” he says gently. “It is a mark of innocence still alive in this world.”

Kazuha

Soft, poetic understanding. You jump on his back? He carries you like the wind.

“Even the childlike spirit is a treasure the world needs.” He smiles, writes a haiku about your pout, and sings lullabies. Absolute comfort zone.

You yank his sleeve as he plays his flute. “I’m boooored.” “Ah,” he smiles, “Shall I compose something just for you?” “No. I want snacks. And a poem.” “Both, then.” He carries you to a shady tree, gives you dango, and rests your head on his shoulder. “A flower pouts / Demanding sweet attention / I offer peace.” You blink. “Did you just haiku me into submission?” He grins. “Always.”

Thoma

King of pampering.

“Oh no, are you sleepy already? Come here, I’ll carry you home.” He packs snacks, band-aids, and tissues in case you cry or scrape your knee. Cooks your comfort food and wraps you in blankets. Gives piggyback rides everywhere.

You fake cry. Loudly. “I stubbed my toe! I’ll never walk again!” He immediately runs over, scoops you up like a baby, and kisses your forehead. “You poor thing! Do you need medical attention? A warm bath? A mochi emergency?” You blink. “I was joking.” He gives you a serious look. “In this house, we treat stubbed toes like war wounds.” Then he tucks you in, gives you hot chocolate, and kisses your toes. “For healing.” You may never leave his arms again.

Itto

Even MORE childish. You pout? He pouts louder. You want candy? He’s already running to buy it.

“Wanna ride on my shoulders while we yell at birds? YEAH?? LET’S GO!!” Together, you two are an unstoppable force of chaos. Everyone else suffers. You two are thriving.

“Hey!” you yell, pointing at the sky. “That cloud looked at me funny!” “WHAT? WHICH ONE??” He runs outside swinging his club. “YOU WANNA FIGHT, FLUFF PUFF??” You laugh so hard you can’t breathe. He stomps back in. “Don’t worry, babe. I scared it off.” Then he scoops you up and spins you. “You’re my favorite little bean, y’know that?” He spoils you rotten and matches your energy tenfold. Chaos? Yes. Love? Absolute

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