#clumsyreader

[darlingsblackbook]

I just finished reading all three parts of your Zhongli x ClumsyReader, and I'm so in love with your style!! Your writing is adorable and you did an excellent job portraying Zhongli as a calm, understanding and doting guy that he is...oh my gosh...//// Also, I absolutely love that there is a mini plot unfolding through each part

STOPPP- I'm shy😭💛 Thank you smmm!! I’m grinning like an idiot reading this lmao!! BAHAHA not gonna lie…Zhongli just kept showing up all calm and elegant like: “I will now be the blueprint for the perfect man.” And I said OK SIR 😤👏 Your time to shine.

And yesss, the mini plots- I felt like the clumsiness deserved a little adventure arc hehe~ Thank you for reading and leaving such a sweet comment, you seriously made my whole week 💛✨

[cynettic]

Hello, can I request a reaction with childe, albedo, xiao and diluc where their SO is pretty clumsy and one day, they (the characters) just snap and say mean things? Please end it with comfort or something nice, my heart isnt strong enough to handle full angst :')

Clumsy S/O x Genshin

Summary - As someone clumsy, the genshin boys often pay special attention to your little accidents and mishaps. One day they snap, comforting ending though ;-;

Pairings - ClumsyReader x Childe / Albedo / Xiao / Diluc

Warnings - A bit of possessive behaviour for Xiao- but otherwise, a tad bit of angst at the beginning of each one.

A/N - After I wrote Albedo’s hc I realized that seeing him angry… would be really hot. Might write up a degradation one after-

Childe

“Stop it! It’s not funny anymore!”

It wasn’t surprising that once again, you’d managed to trip on your own feet and now somehow the vase sitting on the stool next to the couch had fallen… and broke.

But it was the first time you’d heard those words come from him.

“What do you mean… stop?”

Childe had never said anything about your clumsy antics, always picking you up and laughing or teasing the situation off. On the occasion that you got hurt, he’d tend to your wounds and make you promise to be more careful. Of course there was always a next time, and next time, and text time…

Until Childe had enough.

“From falling- tripping over your feet and taking down everything with you! No one tumbles around this much… so either you’re just doing this for fun or- or…”

He began to realize after those words that he’d taken it too far. When glancing at your teary eyes and how your figure started to shake he knew he couldn’t take those words back.

He knew it wasn’t your fault, he knew you tried to be as careful as you could.

But it was so frustrating.

You were still laying on the ground from the fall, and he bent down to help you up. You didn’t look him in the eyes, and an empty feeling buried itself in his stomach when you stood up.

“I’m… sorry.”

It was you who spoke these words, shoulders still shaking. You knew it might’ve been frustrating or annoying for Childe.

The two of you are just standing there, Childe feeling ten times guiltier because you apologized, and you feeling terrible because you’d broken another vase and he’d yelled at you for it.

The two of you feel so bad about it- ;-;

It isn’t till Childe acts out and pulls you into a hug that you realize he felt bad for yelling at you. Sure he may have been frustrated, but it was only cause he was worried about your well being, he didnt want you getting hurt.

“Im sorry Y/n… I didn’t mean to act out like that. I know you're trying your best.”

Albedo

“What happened.”

It was supposed to come out as a question, his eyes trailing over the mess of his lab and the sorry pitiful state it was in.

It didn’t come out sounding like a question.

Seeing Albedo angry of all things was only a myth among the knights of Favonius, a joke to Klee, and a topic never brought up to the citizens of Monstadt.

Albedo? Mad?? Impossible.

Well, you were living proof that it indeed wasnt a myth to see the alchemist angry.

“I fell…” was all you said in response to his glare. “I wasn’t paying attention and I tripped against the table… I’m sorry…”

Of course you were sorry, just waiting for Albedo to get home and maybe scanning the lab and all his experiments while he was away. No bad intentions, but unfortunately your bad habit of tripping over your own feet summoned itself at the worst moments.

Usually, Albedo would catch you with utmost ease. A reflex he’d learned from Klee before she went sprinting out to cause more of a ruckus. If you were to get hurt, he’d usher or carry you back into his house before patching you up. It was always quick and painless, but he made you repeat why you’d fell and how to avoid it.

Albedo wouldn’t be comforting you now.

“You fell?” He simply asked, his tone menacing enough to know that it was something important in that jumble of experiments. “You seem to do that a lot nowadays don’t you?”

You’re at a loss for words, “I’ll help you clean it up… I didn’t mean to-”

Not wanting to mention how the glass shards had cut your hand, you stood up with wobbly knees to start picking up the pieces of glass. You were sure your boyfriend had put a lot of work towards this, and you felt terrible for having ruined it all.

Albedo isn’t a savage tho.

He notices the cut on your palm, and your shaky figure as you begin to clean up the mess you’d made. He knows that cleaning up the lab as soon as possible is important, but you’re still his top priority.

“Come here.”

When you don’t immediately go to him, he walks to you. Taking your wrists and getting a good view of the injury. He tugs you to the doorway to get you fixed up, and realizes that you’re shaking, a little bit too much…

“It… seems I was a bit too harsh earlier.” He fully faces you, expression softening. “I’m sorry, I know you didn’t mean to, none of the items on the table were of any importance if it makes you feel better.”

Please let him wipe any stray tears if you do cry, he didn’t mean to sound so angry, and really doesn’t care too much about what was on that table. Poor man’s just had a tough day at work.

Xiao

“I worry for you, every single minute of every goddamn day- every moment that my eyes aren't on you! Why don’t you make it easier for me and just sit still?!”

Xiao is protective.

That fact is known, its accepted, you might even find it endearing.

But Xiao has lived a much longer life than you, he’s seen the people he loves crumple and drain away. Watched them fade from his life one at a time, so he’s dedicated to making sure you stick around.

He knows that eternity isn’t an option for you, so he makes sure that the time you both have together is s a f e . Which means yes, he will catch you every single time you fall. Especially if it’s off the Wangshu stairs that you somehow always trip on?

The poor boy worries excessively for you, so much that he will try to hurry up the process of clearing out the normal hilichurls or threats that lie around Liyue Port.

But on the very rare occasion that you somehow end up into trouble without him there…

You don’t yell “Xiao” like he told you to, you know he makes such an effort on making you safe, a bit too much… you don’t want to summon him to every trouble you have. You’re independent, one scrape isn’t going to kill you.

“I’m fine,” you simply say when he comes back to find your whole hand encompassed in bandages. “Just tripped.”

Xiao is not impressed.

He worries too much, far too much, and seeing you brush it off when he tries so hard to make sure you’re never in pain- he wishes you’d just sit still, wait for him and not trip on your own feet when doing such mundane things.

“I worry for you, every single minute of every goddamn day- every moment that my eyes aren't on you! Why don’t you make it easier for me and just sit still?!”

You’re obviously taken aback by the statement, “Xiao?” You offer him a comforting hug, trying to loosen his stiff muscles. “It’s impossible from protecting me from everything y’know… I appreciate your worry but I’m fine.”

But that’s a matter that is strained between the two of you, and will continue to be that way until either Xiao somehow lets go of his protective anxious faze, or you just accept it.

Either way, the boy will continue to catch you when you fall. Even if you broke apart from him, left him, you’d still occasionally feel the lightest touch when you trip over your feet and feel yourself steadied.

Diluc

“Are you doing this on purpose?!”

Just like Xiao, Diluc is fairly protective over you, especially if it concerns your health.

He’s often not quick enough to catch you, but instead picks you up in his arms and sits you on the table to make sure you’re not hurt.

You often get bruises, but nothing more serious. He makes sure to kiss them better- something you jokingly stated once, and he’s actually taken it seriously.

“Kissing it will make it feel better? You’re sure?”

Overall, Diluc was very understanding to your clumsy antics. Maybe even find it endearing on a hard day of work, either way, he’d never yell at you for it.

Until he had enough.

It’s exhausting, to hear something clatter and know that you’d probably tripped. Tripped and harmed yourself in one way or another, the options were infinite, and Diluc’s anxiety could heighten at the slightest crashing noise.

“Are you doing this on purpose?!”

Eventually it became too much and he asked you that exact question, hands tangling through his hair as he stared at you wide eyed, furious. There you were on the floor, just a single chair knocked down as you were beginning to shakily stand back up.

“No… of course not. I wouldn’t do these things for fun-“

It’s not like you enjoyed absentmindedly stumbling into objects, it just… happened. Diluc was usually so patient and understanding… so why?

“I know… it’s just...” he rubbed the temples on either side of his face with his thumbs, frown set in a line. “I keep worrying and worrying- every time I hear a noise like that…”

It doesn’t take long for him to sort this out through a conversation, and then settle that you need to be more mindful and careful, something you have to improve on. He will simply watch on the sidelines, catch you when he can, and coax you when you end up hurt.

[rafeyssugar]

how did bunny reader & rafe meet !

bunny and rafe’s first meeting was anything but subtle, and it was all rafe's doing.

it was at a party, one of those over-the-top beach bonfire kind of nights that everyone knew about but no one admitted to actually wanting to attend. bunny had been dragged along by a friend who insisted she needed to “get out more,” even though bunny’s idea of fun was more along the lines of oversized sweaters and quiet nights in. still, she showed up, a little unsure of herself but trying to blend in. she wasn’t exactly the life of the party, but she did her best to stay out of the way and just observe the chaos.

as she moved through the crowd, trying to find a quiet corner, she tripped. of course. she was always tripping, getting tangled up in her oversized hoodie, the sleeves too long, her sneakers just a bit too big. this time, though, she tripped over a random piece of sand or maybe someone’s foot—it didn’t matter. she felt herself tumbling forward, bracing for impact.

but before she hit the ground, a hand shot out, catching her by the wrist. bunny blinked up, her head spinning for a moment, only to see rafe standing there, towering over her with that lazy, amused grin on his face.

“whoa there, baby. easy,” rafe said, his voice low and teasing, his hand warm around her wrist as he steadied her.

bunny blinked at him, dazed, her wide eyes flicking between him and the ground. “uh... what just happened?” she mumbled, clearly out of it.

rafe chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment. “you’re lucky i’m here, huh? not sure you would’ve made it out of that one in one piece,” he said, his smirk widening. there was something almost patronizing in his tone, but it wasn’t unkind. it was the kind of teasing that wasn’t mean-spirited, just... playful.

bunny frowned, confused and flustered. “i... i’m fine.” she brushed herself off, embarrassed, not really understanding what was going on. she didn’t know him, and yet here he was, treating her like she was some helpless thing who couldn’t make it through a party without tripping.

rafe took a step back, studying her with a half-amused, half-curious look. “sure you are, baby.” his eyes flicked over her, lingering for just a moment too long. “you’re not really the ‘outgoing’ type, are you?”

“no, i’m... not,” bunny muttered, avoiding his gaze, unsure of why she felt so small under his stare.

“figures.” rafe grinned, a little softer now. “don’t worry. i’ll keep an eye on you. can’t have you wandering around here, tripping over everything.”

“i don’t—” bunny started, but she trailed off, realizing that arguing wouldn’t do much. instead, she just gave him a small, sheepish smile, though she didn’t entirely understand why he was suddenly looking out for her.

“don’t get too used to it,” he added with a wink, before walking off, leaving bunny standing there, a little more confused—and definitely a lot more flustered—than before.

she had no idea what it was about rafe that made her feel like he’d seen right through her. but that moment, when he’d caught her and called her “baby,” lingered in the back of her mind like a lingering echo. something about it didn’t sit right, but at the same time, she couldn’t deny that she felt a pull toward him, even if she didn’t fully understand why.

[rafeyssugar]

INTRODUCING BUNNY READER ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

🐇 . bunny moves through life like she’s stuck in a dream, floating rather than walking, blinking rather than reacting, always just a little behind. it’s not that she doesn’t try to keep up—she does, in her own way—but the world moves too fast, conversations slipping past her like waves she can’t quite catch. her wide, doe-like eyes blink slow, round with wonder, confusion, or both, as if she’s constantly piecing together a joke that was told minutes ago. her lips part, a question on the tip of her tongue, only for her to decide it’s not worth asking. maybe she’ll understand later. maybe she won’t. either way, it doesn’t really matter.

🐇 . she looks soft, everything about her designed for comfort. oversized sweaters swallow her frame, hanging loose around her shoulders and slipping past her hands so that her fingers barely peek out. her hoodies are always big enough to hide in, their pastel colors making her seem even smaller. shirts that could be dresses, sleeves that cover her knuckles, fabric that pools around her when she sits—every outfit she wears is like a cocoon, something to tuck herself into. and then there are her shoes. platform sneakers, every single time, giving her a little extra height, a little extra presence in a world that often feels too big for her.

🐇 . but the shoes don’t stop her from tripping. bunny is clumsy in a way that feels almost impossible, like gravity has a personal vendetta against her. she stumbles over absolutely nothing, bumping into walls, knocking over cups, catching the edge of a doorway because she miscalculated the space. and when she falls—which happens often—she doesn’t just get back up. she apologizes. to the floor. as if it has feelings.

and then there’s rafe.

🐇 . rafe, who has to stop himself from laughing when she mutters a soft, “sorry, mr. floor,” after tripping over nothing. rafe, who catches her by the wrist before she can walk straight into a glass door. rafe, who doesn’t even blink when she blinks up at him, dazed and confused, and asks, “wait… what’s happening?” in the middle of a conversation she should’ve been paying attention to.

she doesn’t have to ask for his help. he’s already giving it.

“bunny,” rafe murmurs, voice thick with amusement, as he reaches out to brush a strand of hair from her face. “how are you this slow?”

she blinks up at him, long and lazy, like she’s buffering. “huh?”

his lips twitch. he leans in, tilting his head. “i said—”

but before he can repeat himself, she frowns, her brows furrowing in the softest way. “wait… no, i got it.” a pause. then, “…never mind.”

rafe huffs out a quiet laugh, tilting her chin up with two fingers. “dumb little bunny,” he teases, but his voice is gentle, the words laced with something almost affectionate.

she pouts, lips forming the smallest of frowns. “’m not dumb…”

“mm.” he hums, noncommittal, brushing his thumb over the corner of her mouth. “but you’re mine.”

and bunny, slow as she is, gets that.