#dendro archon reader

[rainynightmoonlight]

If only I could hold you through a screen

Characters: Venti, Zhongli, Xiao, Ei, Yae Miko, Nahida, Wanderer, Furina, Neuvillette

Summary: Self Aware Archons and their companions react to you crying as you stare at them in the character screen, they try to comfort you but all they hear you say is "I wish you were here with me."

Warnings: Reader is crying, possessive behavior, immense anger, violent thoughts

A/U: Self aware genshin AU

A/n: IM BACK FROM THE DEAD GUYS!!! This is platonic on Nahida's end

VENTI

He was devastated as you gently sobbed, staring at his character in the character menu. He only wished to play you a song to ease the pain you were feeling. Who or what could make a God, no, the creator cry? He was more upset the more he thought of the possibilities of what made you break down.

“I-I…wish you…were with me.” 

As those words spilled out of your mouth, all choked out with sobs following each word, Venti could feel a tear roll down his face. Venti pulled out his lyre, doing one of his idle animations in hopes of cheering you up. On his side, he was playing you the most relaxing tune in all of Tevat! 

But it was blocked by the code. You could distantly hear it, however, if you listened close enough. You drift off as you focus on the secret melody, leaving Venti with a solemn smile. Seeing your peaceful sleeping face brought the Anemo Archon a sense of calm. 

As your screen dimmed due to inactivity, the more he wished to hug and comfort you. He couldn’t wish for anything more than to wipe your tears away and comfort you. He gently slowed the tune as your screen turned off. There was only one thought he had, and whispered out to comfort himself.

“One day, no tears will be shed when I’m with you, my dear god.”

ZHONGLI

He didn’t understand when you just started sobbing when you stared at him in the character menu. He started to panic the more you cried staring at him. Something in him broke the longer he heard you cry. He thought he had did something wrong to hurt you, but that suspicion was broken when you spoke through broken sobs. 

“I wish you were with me…”

That’s when his heart shattered. He started to mumble to himself, a mix of comforting words directed at you and words comforting himself. The more you focused on him, the more you could hear him speak outside his code. Out of anger, he did his idle with his little rock spinning around him. 

He wished it hit whoever, or whatever, had hurt you. Seeing you cry brought this strong protectiveness over you. Seeing you this fragile was new to him, and the fact that the creator could be sad slightly scared him. He wished for nothing more than to be there to comfort you.

Due to the exhaustion of crying, you started to fall asleep. The more your screened dimmed more and more as you dozed off to sleep, Zhongli could only imagine one thing in his mind. He mumbled it out loud, and you smiled as you could faintly hear it.

“I will protect you soon, there will be no need for you to feel any more tears roll down your pretty cheeks.”

XIAO

The fact that such a higher being such as yourself could cry surprised him. And him not being able to handle human like emotions didn’t help either. He only stared in disbelief and guilt as he couldn’t be there for you. He’s asked those around him what he should do when someone close to him cries, but never thought he needed to try the advice he was given with you. 

Your broken sobs did so much to his already aching heart. And hearing you scream into a nearby cushion made him even more angry. He wanted to purge whatever or whoever did this to you. You stared at his character, he was doing his mask idle due to his increasing anger and sadness watching you, which had only increased as you mumbled to him in broken sobs.  

“I w-wish y-you were h-here with me.”

His anger only increased, he tried so hard to keep his adeptal energy under control. Nothing could stop his racing mind and what could have happened to you out of playing the game. He wanted nothing more than to keep you safe. Seeing you in this much pain, straining to talk as you sobbed into a cushion, didn’t help his urges. 

He calmed down as he saw your sleeping face. You dozed off, and his eyes were stuck on your resting eyes. A wave of peace had cleared his angry head, his fists now relaxing. As your screen dimmed, his voice was faint and soft.

“Nothing will make you cry ever again when I’m around, I swear it.”

EI

Your tears fell as you stared at the Raiden Shogun, the puppet, in the character screen. Sensing your saddened presence, Ei had switched her consciousness to see what that matter was. Her eyes widened as you stared at her with a heavy breath and shaky eyes. She didn’t understand what had gotte you so upset. 

Seeing you cry hurt her so much as she stared at you through the puppet’s eyes. Ei wanted nothing more than your happiness to last for eternity. Her electro energy was becoming too much, while her consciousness possessed the puppet you had stared at. Her electro ball animation seemed a lot more aggressive than normal as she heard your screaming voice. 

“I wish you were here with me!”

She felt touched at first that you wanted her with you. She wanted you with her too for so long. But your scream made her anger even more prominent. She couldn’t bring herself to look away as you choked back sobs, your breath uneven. The more you calmed down, the more she started to relax. 

She saw your exhausted, tear stained face and felt her heart, outside the puppet, long for your embrace. She wanted nothing more than for you to be in her Plane of Euthymia, where no one would ever hurt you. Your soft breaths made her smile as your tears stopped. As the screen dimmed, her soothing voice spoke. 

“You will be safe with me soon enough, my dearest creator.”

YAE MIKO

She seemed confused at first as you were stuck on the character menu. But seeing your tears made her quickly understand what was going on. Someone had hurt you, and they needed to be dealt with. Your crying got louder and she couldn’t help her growing anger. 

Just as you stuttered out words, a bird had flown to her finger before her very angry fox spirit friend tried to bite it. She may have been smiling, but her anger was bubbling over. Hearing your weak and stuttering voice speak pulled her attention away from her angry fox spirit. She felt so honored to hear those words from you. 

“I-I w-wish y-you w-were w-with m-me.”

She had to hold herself back from electrifying everything right there in the menu. She was so focused on who had done this to you, she had started to plot. She wanted to humiliate and hurt those that had disgraced you. No one should be treating a deity of your caliber with such disrespect. 

Yae Miko smirked as she saw you shrink and fall asleep on the place you were sitting. The more the screen dimmed, the more her eyes glowed with mischievous intent. She hummed to herself as she plotted the demise of those that made you cry. Her voice was smooth as she hummed her words through her teeth. 

“My my, your protection will soon come from the familiar of the Electro Archon my dear god, so please have patience with me~.”

NAHIDA

Nahida wanted to understand why you felt so sad. She was only a baby Archon after all, she looked to you for guidance on human emotions seeing as you had similar ones. But your crying to her had worried her, as she was ill-equipped to help. Nothing in her mind mattered, only you smiling down on her and giving her your happy aura.

She thought of so many ways to try to cheer you up. She did her string to people idle, trying her best to remind you that she is your friend and is there for you. She did what she could, trying to show you how much you were cared for. Her heart broke as she realized her efforts weren’t working. 

“I wish you were here with me.”

She smiled up at you, noticing how the tears stained your face. She was so grateful that a deity like you wanted her, even if she was an inexperienced Archon. She had worshiped you greatly, and only wished to see you smile. Her mind wasn’t on those that had hurt you, but on you feeling better at the moment. 

Seeing you fall asleep brought a smile to her face. You being asleep brought her hope that she could finally meet you in your dreams and bring you comfort. She looked at your now relaxed face, your screen dimming. Once you had fallen into a calm slumber, her voice spoke in hopes to bring you reassurance in your sleep. 

“I promise to protect you in your dreams, so no more tears, oh wise one!”

WANDERER

You were staring at him in the character menu, as tears rolled down your face. It scared him, thoughts of worry and panic, thinking he had done something to displease you. But the more you just stared at him, the more he could tell that it was something else that bothered you. Anger replaced the panic as you started to sob.

He never understood how human emotions worked, and a deity like you having those emotions were new to him. The more your soft sobs caught his ears, the more uncomfortable he felt. He started summoning his anemo ball, doing the start of his idle, but the anemo ball kept getting bigger the longer he held it. The anemo energy then dissipated as he was surprised by your mumbling. 

“I wish you…were…here with me…””

He was caught so off guard when you said that. He felt like it wasn’t fair for you to say that out of nowhere, especially when you were this sad. He thought you were joking, you wanting a puppet like him to be with you to help bring you comfort. He looked into your eyes and saw the exhaustion in them. 

Seeing you fall asleep in front of him was like a gift. He knew it would help you feel better, but something in him wanted to cuddle you while you drifted off. Anger gripped him once more, how could anyone make you cry was the only thought in his head. Subconsciously, he spoke, hoping you heard him.

“Those lousy vermin don’t deserve you. They will know their place once I’m with you.”

FURINA

Furina never understood how to handle someone crying, especially since she was one to bottle up her emotions and hide them away from others. But seeing you like this made her softly smile, it meant you trusted her to be emotional and raw. The next emotion that came barreling in was anger. Anger at those that had made you so sad. 

Her mind raced as she tried to think of a way to cheer you up from the other side. She started holding her water seahorse as she was doing her idle, trying to cheer you up. Her face was left with a shocked expression as she held her water seahorse closer, not ready for you to mumble out to her. 

“I wish you were here…with me.”

Those words made her eyes flutter to yours. You wanted her, no one else, her to be with you as you cried. Her ego and stature wad boosted as she straightened her posture. She wanted to reach a hand out to your cheek to stroke your tears away. 

Her sense of justice was strong, and she’d bring anyone to justice in your name. Especially if they had made you cry like this. The screen dimmed as she was so focused on your crying state. She was so caught up in her theatric mind, she didn’t notice either you falling asleep and her loud proclamation that you swore you heard. 

“I will make laws just to make it so if anything makes you cry, they will have to stand justice in front of the Hydro Archon herself!”

NEUVILLETTE

Neuvillette wasn’t ready for you to stare at him in the character menu with teary eyes. He wasn’t new to tears and sadness, but your sadness was something fresh to him. He wanted to do something about it, wanting to bring those to justice if they had hurt you. Little droplets of rain started to fall around him. 

He did his rain idle as his sadness increased, seeing you stuttering through your cries. He was saddened that the one being he looked up to felt so much sadness. There was a guilt as he felt happy that someone as important as you could have vulnerable moments. The surrounding rain in his idle poured harder as you stuttered out something softly in your tears.

“I w-wish you w-were h-here with m-me.”

He couldn’t stop his rain animation after hearing you speak. Your vulnerable voice and stutters made his eyes widen, he couldn’t bring himself to think that you could be this hurt. It worried him as he only wanted to be with you. He wanted to comfort you properly and not from the confines of code and screen that held him. 

The rain started to stop as he saw you falling asleep. He understood that you had a raw emotional moment and only thought that sleep was much needed. He thought of ways to bring those that made you cry to trial, not sure how they would get there in the first place, however. The screen dimmed more as he only stared at you. 

“Those who made you cry will be judged by the Oratrice itself. So save your tears, my lovely god, for when we can cry together.”

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[himasgod]

King Deshret x Reader IV part I

Where Deshret finds out that you are marrying Morax, and goes to great lengths to get to the location and beg for your forgiveness.

(PART IV DONE. I've decided to split this request in two, since I wanted to make it quite long and doing it in one post would be quite long. This part is about Deshret finding out that you're going to marry Morax and the next one, which I'll post in a few hours, will deal directly with the wedding and Deshret interrupting it. Thanks to sailorstar as always and, of course, enjoy <3)

XVII.

The nights in the desert had always been his refuge, a kingdom of endless stars above a sea of ​​golden dunes that only he could rule. The silence, once so comforting, now weighed on his shoulders like a blanket of ice. King Deshret returned to the palace after half a year away, the promise of returning to you still fresh in his mind. He had set out in the hope of bringing you an era of splendor, with Nabu Malikata at his side. But in his obsession with dreams of greatness, he had let himself be carried away by the intoxicating sweetness of the Goddess of Flowers.

When his sandals echoed in the halls, there was no welcome. He did not find you waiting for him with a frown or words of reproach for his prolonged absence. Instead, he was greeted by a desolate palace, as cold as a tomb. The servants avoided his gaze, bowing their heads in silence. Was there something they were not telling him? An inexplicable uneasiness began to stir in his chest.

“Where is the queen?” he asked in a grave voice to one of his oldest servants, whose face was marked by uncertainty.

“Your Majesty… the queen has departed.” The man hesitated, swallowing before adding, “You will find a letter in her chambers.”

The words fell like stones into a bottomless pit. Deshret felt his heart race as he walked through the halls with increasingly hurried steps, almost tripping in his haste to reach the room they once shared. The door, normally ajar to allow the light of the rising sun, was now shut tight. He pushed it hard, almost ripping it off its hinges.

There, in the vastness of the bed he had shared with you, lay a single scroll. Deshret approached slowly, as if the simple act of touching it could trigger a catastrophe. His hands, which had not trembled even in the face of the most fearsome armies, now trembled as he unrolled the letter.

“To King Deshret, who was once my husband: I hereby dissolve our marriage. I am no longer the queen who swore to remain at your side in the eternal dunes. I am leaving, for the fidelity I promised cannot be sustained in the emptiness of a love that has withered.”

The words were sharp, written with the precision of a knife. Each sentence was a reminder of what he had lost in seeking the company of another, of what he had let crumble in his pursuit of power and fleeting pleasures. This was not just a piece of paper; it was the end of an oath he had taken for eternal.

But it was the last line that broke what little remained of his temper:

“I return to my home in Liyue, where the vows I gave you will be extinguished like the embers of a fire that no longer burns. This time, there will be no turning back.”

XVIII.

The weight of your words echoed in his mind as he stood there in the dimness of your empty chambers. You had been so much more than a wife to him: you were the legendary Phoenix Princess, Liyue’s most precious jewel, the daughter of the Phoenix Queen. You had given up your golden destiny alongside Rex Lapis, you had abandoned the fertile valleys of your homeland to accompany the king of a kingdom of sand. And he, blinded by the promise of power alongside Nabu Malikata, had let the glow of that sacrifice fade.

When he was finally able to move, Deshret summoned his advisors, demanding answers. But all he received were evasive glances and empty answers. You had left with a small entourage, taking only what was yours, rejecting all the luxuries he had arranged for your comfort. Your decision had been final, unwavering.

Deshret felt an unparalleled emptiness devour him from within. The great king who had defied the gods was now nothing more than a broken man, a prisoner in his own palace. For the first time in centuries, King Deshret understood what it meant to truly lose. Not by war, not by the betrayal of allies, but by the foolishness of his own heart.

XIX.

A week later, Rukkhadevata arrived at the palace with news he did not wish to hear. She stood before him, compassion veiling her emerald eyes.

“Deshret,” she said softly, “I come with news from Liyue.”

“Speak, Rukkhadevata.” His voice was barely a whisper, as if the mere act of speaking words exhausted him.

Dendro Archon took a deep breath. “Rex Lapis has sent invitations to all the Archons. He is announcing his marriage with the the Phoenix Princess.”

His blood froze in his veins. He felt the world crumble around him, as if the palace walls were about to collapse on him.

“Marriage…?” he repeated in a murmur, unable to process what he heard.

Rukkhadevata nodded regretfully. “She has returned home, Deshret. She has found in Morax the love and stability that you denied her.”

XX.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of anguish. While Nabu Malikata spoke excitedly of the lavish ceremony Liyue was preparing, he could barely hear her. Her words were like a distant echo, lost in the storm of his mind.

He couldn’t bear it. The image of you beside another man, smiling as you once did just for him, consumed him. Morax… his rival, his opposite in so many ways, was taking away what he had cast aside.

“I must see her once more,” he decided, his pride crushed under the weight of his despair. He turned to Rukkhadevata with a plea he never thought he would make.

“Take me to Liyue, I beg you. Let me see her, even one last time. Let me beg her to reconsider, to forgive me… before it’s too late.”

Rukkhadevata watched him, pain in her eyes. She knew it wouldn’t be easy. He knew you had closed your heart forever. But after a long, tense silence, he nodded.

“I will take you, Deshret. But you must prepare for what you will find. It may already be too late. Sometimes, even for the gods, second chances do not exist."

XXI.

And so, the once invincible King Deshret, who defied the gods and dreamed of conquering the heavens, found himself in the position of a broken man, a king who had lost everything because of his own blindness. Now, he was not heading into a battle to win a kingdom, but into a fight for a heart that no longer belonged to him.

As the desert dunes fell behind him and the green valleys of Liyue rose before him, he knew he was facing his final battle. But this time, the price of failure would not be a crown, but the love he himself let slip away.

He was willing to stop that wedding. He was willing to get you back. Even if it cost him his life.

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[calcifiedunderland]

The Five Senses of the Archons

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

gn! Traveler! Reader with Nahida (platonic), Furina, & Mavuika

(Zhongli, Venti, & Raiden Shogun version)

Tagging: @belovedoftheanemoarchon

Sight - Nahida

“I’ve been waiting for you for ages! Let’s go!” The little archon’s words echoed in your head as she pulled you higher and higher up the tree.

The two of you had abandoned the Sumeru pathways up the tree leading to the Sanctuary of Surasthana long ago, in favor of just climbing the massive tree instead. Below, you could see the people of Sumeru City walking around the market streets, similar to fish swirling in a pond. A wry smile grew on your face - Nahida would like that metaphor. Above, Nahida climbed branch after branch with alarming speed, and you struggled to keep up with her.

You clung to the branches, keeping your footing as you went after her. “Please, Nahida! Be careful!” You heard a soft giggle, and felt a tree branch surge beneath you to lift you up. You found yourself looking at the little Archon, smiling brightly at you. “Don’t be afraid to ask for help! And look, we’re here!” You carefully perched next to her, and after catching your breath, you gasped in awe.

Through the leaves, the sun rose over the city on the horizon. Bright, brilliant rays illuminated the land, and you found yourself shading your eyes. An incredulous chuckle left your mouth, “this is what you wanted to show me?” A giggle from your side made you turn to look at Nahida. Her bright, mischievous smile seemed to illuminate the dark green branches. You found yourself smiling back at her.

“When I was in the Sanctuary of Surasthana, I’d sometimes see the sun shining through the windows,” she said softly, touching the tree’s branches. “The light would filter through the leaves, and for a long time, I really wished to see the sun for myself.” Your eyes widened, remembering that the Sanctuary was not always Nahida’s abode. There was only so much that Irminsul could rewrite after all. Nahida’s voice drew you out of your thoughts.

“You know, what they say is true: You have to see the world for yourself to appreciate how beautiful it is,” she tugged on your sleeve, and she met your gaze with a bright look on her face that rivaled the sun’s glow. “I’m glad I can witness this together with you.”

As the sun’s golden rays washed over the two of you that morning, you could’ve sworn the colorful sunrise became even brighter.

Smell - Furina

“Ugh, bo-ring,” Furina tossed the scented paper slip into the waste basket, “surely Emilie has something new?” Being the companion of the former Archon of Fontaine was certainly not something you foresaw when you stepped foot in the nation of Hydro. And yet, despite all of Furina’s pomp and grandeur, you found yourself enjoying her theatrics.

Currently, you were ambling with her along the main shopping street, and were pushed and pulled into any store of her fancy. After her sudden retirement, Furina had been reclusive. At some point, Monsieur Neuvillette had enough, and recruited you to check up on her. Eventually, you became Furina de Fontaine’s unofficial personal companion whenever she wanted to go out shopping.

You sprayed a slip of paper and sniffed it, “hmm…” you glanced at the name: Weeping Crystal. “It’s not bad, but….” You were no expert with perfume, but it’s notes were elegant, fragrant, and mild (according to Emilie’s description on the table). You subtly glanced at Furina.

The perfume’s description reminded you of Furina before the prophecy came to pass. Only the Hydro Archon will remain, weeping on her throne. A weeping spectacle, a muted version of her true self. Your eyes wandered the display table, stopping on a perfume with an interesting scent description.

Cool, deep, fragrant. You sprayed your slip and look a deep breath. You could smell the Lumoudice bells. The musky scent of wood. A refreshing tone of mint beneath the florals.

“Hm? Is this one good?” Furina had come up to you, peeking over your shoulder, eyes sparkling. You chuckled, raising the paper slip to her nose. She sniffed the slip, eyes popping open. “Ooh! This one is perfect! Truly befitting a person such as myself!~” She hummed as she snatched a bottle off the table, calling over a sales clerk. “I’ll be taking one of these! A-and…” she quietly cleared her throat, “one for my friend, as well!”

You started, “Y’know, Furina, I can pay for your-” A bag was thrust into your hands by a rather determined Furina. “W-well, I do treat my friends well, after all! Consider it a token of our friendship!”

The two of you walked out of Chioriya Boutique. It was later than you’d thought, it was starting to get dark. As you walked Furina back to her home, you noted that she was less chatty now. More pensive.

“Having second thoughts on the perfume?” you joked quietly to her. She looked up at you, shaken out of her thoughts. “I love it,” she said softly, a small, shy smile on her face. She slipped her arm into yours, and you walked on in silence.

At last, you reached her home. Furina clutched the bag, hugging it to her torso. “Thank you for being with me,” she said quietly. You felt yourself smile, “there’s no need to thank me. I wanted to be here.” Furina looked relieved. “Then… perhaps we could… do this again?” She looked at you, hope in her eyes, pleading. You nodded, gaze softening as you held your bag, “of course, Furina. We will.”

As you walked to Hotel Debord by yourself, you found yourself wanting to smell the perfume again. You slipped the bottle out and uncapped it, breathing in the scent. As you did, the label caught your eye. The name of the perfume made you smile - Everlasting Promise.

How fitting.

Sound - Mavuika

You could barely hear the thudding of your heart over the roaring crowd of the arena.

You stepped off of Mavuika’s Flamestrider and did a slow turn, taking in the shouts and cheers of the people. It reminded you of the thunderous praise you received when you and Mavuika returned from the Night Kingdom, triumphant and proud. You would never forget the feeling of sheer, hard won victory, sinking deeper into your chest with each clap and cheer from the people of Natlan. But this moment came quite close to it.

You were still coasting on the wings of popularity after that moment. It seemed wherever you went, you were met with a sparkling eye and heartfelt thanks of saving Natlan. You’d smile bashfully and thank them in return, but remind them that it wasn’t only you who helped. Your attention flashed to Mavuika. Her hair glowed bright yellow as she passionately addressed the crowd:

“People of Natlan! Our victory has been hard won, but it has not been in vain! Let us celebrate our triumphs!” Even through the raucousness and hear hear!s of the crowd, her voice could still be heard: loud, victorious. A song amidst the chaos.

“No one fights alone!”

The crowd burst into even louder cheers. The energy in the arena was so high, it made your hair stand on edge.

You pressed a hand to your chest, breathlessly watching the audience and turning in a slow circle. You felt something grab your other hand, and your attention flashed to Mavuika. Her smile was infectious - sunny and bright as all the stars in the sky. You found yourself grinning back at her.

“We couldn’t have done this without you, Traveler,” She said, eyes gazing at you warmly with gratitude. Your face felt hot under her gaze, but you responded in earnest. You held her gaze smiling, “And I couldn’t have done this without you either, Mavuika.” Her eyes widened, and her smile widened. The sounds of the arena seemed to fade into background noise as the two of you took in your victory together.

At last, you turned your head and pumped your fist into the air, teeth bared in a grin. Mavuika turned her attention back to the audience, raising your enclosed hands upward in triumph. “For Natlan!” You roared back in response with the audience, “For Natlan!”

The cheers of the Natlanese enveloped you. Fiery, fire-hot, like it would ignite your heart with the passion of a people undying. You glanced back at Mavuika, and saw that she was already looking at you, relief and happiness in her eyes.

A warm feeling flooded your chest. To win any battle was already rewarding enough, but sharing the triumph, hand in hand, sword with claymore, next to an archon felt like a blessing from this strange world. But as you met Mavuika’s sunny eyes, you knew you could endure anything that Teyvat threw at you.

After all, no one, not even an archon or a mere Traveler, fights alone.

—🌱🌊🔥

The mini-series is done!! The Tsaritsa will get an installation once her character is released. Until then, hope you enjoyed the fic!!

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Xoxo Calci~

[ewthymia]

#. mother figure of nahida hcs!

warning: probably typos.

notes: english is not my native language and I constantly use the translator, so there will be errors and inconsistencies! i need more platonic hcs with nahida, love my little bean so much!

The moment you laid eyes on the tiny dendro archon, you couldn't contain your maternal instinct.

To say you adopted her the moment you first saw her at the Sabzeruz Festival would be an understatement.

And Nahida, though she didn't understand where that was coming from, didn't complain about the care and the way you started to treat her once she was free of your captivity.

Lumine and Paimon could only smile in amusement when they saw you handle Azar and his lunatic followers with nothing but atrocious ferocity, like a lioness punishing those who dared touch her cub.

You became ruthless with those who did the little archon any harm.

And even though she was an archon, with thousands of years of knowledge and wisdom under her belt and could even be stronger than you, it seemed to fall on deaf ears.

Nahida, at first, found all these actions strange, she did not know or understand where this came from and was absolutely curious. Lumine had to help her understand this new aspect of her personality, and although the little archon still had her reservations, the way you cared for her so lovingly and always kept her safe was something that made her chest throb with an emotion she didn't feel. he remembered feeling since he was born.

She wondered if this was how people felt when they were truly loved.

It took her a while to get used to all these drastic changes, it was years of neglect and contempt after all.

One of the things she took the longest to get used to was his warm, gentle touch.

Nahida had spent so much time isolated and wandering her nation through dreams and bionic dolls that the sensation of physical touch was totally foreign to her.

But she loved the way you gently patted her head when she said something smart. Or when you held her hand during walks through the tropical Sumeru area. The soft, gentle warmth when you helped her comb her hair and do her standard hairdo was so nice, it gave Nahida a sense of belonging that she never wanted to let go.

The way you smiled at her, even when she said things you didn't understand.

The way you calmly explained about human matters that she didn't understand very well, in a simple way.

She loved her food and she loved it when you showed up at the Academy out of the blue with a snack for her of her favorite delicacies, even though she didn't need to feed as often as humans do.

The worried look when she stayed too long absorbed in her duties to organize Sumeru and keep the nation running.

The sweet words of concern when you asked her to take a break and rest.

His determination to help her when he saw that she needed extra help.

The advice and ideas you threw in the air for her, when something unforeseen came up.

You knew she didn't need you to be doing all this, that she was a goddess after all and you were a mere simple-minded human.

You knew, though, that even if she was a five-hundred-year-old goddess, she might still need special care.

And even if you tried to treat her like the superior being that she was, it was very difficult for you to just let the habits she ended up forming get pushed aside.

And Nahida, when you tried to pull away to let her be who she was, you didn't like the loneliness and empty feeling that took over her small form.

She was a goddess, yes, but...

But she loved you and wanted you to stay with her, to let her snuggle in your lap and fall asleep while you stroked her hair.

She wishes you were there to hum some tunes you learned from the Aranaras as she basks in her welcoming warmth.

She wanted you to keep going to Surasthana Shrine to keep her company and let her try the new recipes you prepared exclusively for her.

She wanted you to let her enjoy more of all the love and care she didn't know about before meeting you.

And it was during his supposed last day before going with Lumine into the Desert that she approached him, her eyes bright but conveying an anxiety and melancholy that was very uncomfortable for you to see in Nahida's eyes.

Lumine and Paimon said goodbye first, knowing that you and Nahida needed your time.

You approached the small archon, kneeling in front of her to get the ideal height.

She didn't say anything, but you knew what she wanted, little Nahida's flowery green eyes spoke for her.

You hugged her and she more than immediately reciprocated.

The way her tiny figure clung to you, as if she didn't want to let you go, as if you were the world to her, as if she was yearning with every fiber of her divine being… It was too much for you.

You placed a kiss on the little archon's forehead, who had tears forming in her eyes, her chest filled with the warmth of the affection and care you gave her.

It wasn't a final farewell.

But Nahida felt like it was.

“I'm leaving this world, but know, little archon, I'll be back, because I know that you, even if you don't need it, want me to come back. And I will, because I love you as if you were my own daughter, even if I am a simple human and you are a goddess.”

Nahida smiled with emotion, with love and you lightly ruffled her hair, your gaze giving her everything she needed.

“I will be waiting for you, mother.”

[glazelilyy]

been thinking abt ur dendro archon au so much after the sumeru archon quests concluded !!! thinking abt s/o being rukkha who wanted to retire like zhongli and created nahida to rule in her stead. except she trained her really well, basically a mother to her, and informed the sages so they'd be prepared to accept a new archon as their old one retires. nahida's more loved in this au and rukkha makes sure sumeru is in good hands before she leaves. then !!! she leaves sumeru and goes on her adventures with her respective s/o !!! i love dendro archon so much and would do anything to make her happy !!!

awww i love this so much!!! rukkha dendro archon reader deserves to travel the world with their partner so much :(

when i had the dendro archon reader in mind i went for someone with a nurturing, calm, gentle personality that can also be firm and powerful when needed, like how a gentle sapling can grow into the tallest and firmest of trees. i think someone like that would thoroughly enjoy traversing the world with their partner and engaging in all of life's simple pleasantries :)

going a step further, since i know lots of people liked the scara version (it's also my fav HAHA), dendro archon reader is always wanting to go explore places that are super dangerous and scara has to yank them away from places that could very much hurt them LOL

[fictordearumiun]

just. Yes. Nature. Yes. Also hilichurls just dancing around happy when readers close by.

(Warning this is a long One and my first ask to anyone) Ok, so imagine a Soft!SAGAU reader who suddenly gains these weird features everytime they enter one of the nations that ties back to that nations element and unlike the traveler whose color only changes on the jewels of their outfit whenever they pick up a new element, the reader has a streak in their hair corresponding with the color of the element. As for the features, imagine they gain bird/angel wings in Mondstadt, A Rocky amored back and tail like a stone lizard/dragon in Liyue, and a pair of ears + a glorious number of fluffy tails like a kitsune, What would the general reaction be for each of the nation's acolytes to these features?

• Reader has a strand of hair that changes color depending on the nation they reside in. Its similar to the traveller that has accessories of their clothes change to their element color.

• The longer reader spends time in a specific nation, the more their body changes. Each region has different impacts on the reader but its a painless transformation, it just costs time.

Mondstadt: Wings of freedom, just like barbatos. They are just a bit bigger than your arms when spread out. You haven't grasped flying with them but gliding is enough fun for now.

Liyue: It seems like you're a human version of Rex Lapis. Zhongi thinks it's adorable. You have horns (at first you couldn't sleep bc they got in the way) and hard scales, starting at your lower back until they form a dragon tail that reaches your ankles.

Inazuma: Whenever you reside in inazuma you grow not one tail, but multiple. Your ears go deaf before they turn into a new set, slightly higher on your head and fluffy. As a kitsune herself, Yae is proud. She will tease you but not enough for you to grow self conscious. She makes sure you realise how loved you are.

Sumeru: The only noticeable change is that strand of hair once again changing color. Besides that, only your communication changes. You hear the songs of nature. Plants hum whenever you pass by and trees whisper kind tales about you. Sometimes a flower appears on your head, entangled in your hair whilst it guids you in Sumeru.

Fountaine: The moment you transform, you gain a huge need for water. Somewhat like a mermaid you gain gills right behind your ears, making you able to both breath above ground and in the sea. Sometimes you grow scales around your shoulders and your neck, but it depends on the time you spend underwater during your stay in fountaine.

Natlan: You have the urge to jump into lava. You don't know why, but you're certain it has to do with your transformation. Until now you've been too scared to try it out. Another noticeable change is your strength! You lift up greatswords with ease!

Shneznaya: Growing ears and a tail, again, surprised you. It's different from your kitsune form in Inazuma. Your fur starts from your lower back, the white hairs growing up from your fluffy tail. Your ears are pointy and when it snows it protects you from the snow. Strangely enough your nails tend to grow faster in Sneznaya as well.

Khaenri'ah: It was strange how your body took another form when you met Dain. While Khaenri'ah doesn't exist anymore, you change after having spent longer periods around the abyss, hillicurls or Dain. Not only do your pupils change into a star shape, whenever you're around, the people who got cursed during the great cataclysm tell you their curse is slightly less of a burden. Dainsleif told you, "It's a different, yet familiar feeling. I wouldn't mind having you by my side for a while longer."

-> MORE BELOW!!

And now some small scenarios to think about:

☆ Venti taking you to Dvalin so you two don't feel alone. He might also teach you to fly, but usually it results in him doing all the work for you, creating wind streams so you only need to open your wings.

☆ READER NOT BEING ABLE TO ENTER CERTAIN ROOMS BC THE DOOR MIGHT BE TOO NARROW FOR WINGED READER

☆ Zhongli turning into his dragon form (both full and half form) when the two of you are alone. He thinks it's adorable how you unconsciously 'chose' to look like him

☆ It might be hard for reader to deal with an extra limb at first. The tail seems to have its own life at times, but once you get used to it you take full advantage of it for closing doors and such.

☆ Ei tends to come out of her isolation when you're around. She heard that you look similar to both Morax and Barbatos. When you transform and she hopes you resemble her too.

☆ Ei pouts when she sees you resemble Yae more than her. When Yae teases Ei about this, the archon will resort back to the fact you can't controll the transformation. (She's just jealous, let her hope lol)

☆ Sumeru is sad once they realise that your power makes you distant from the people. You sit in the nature the whole day, listening to the sounds of nature.

☆ Once they understand your powers better, the citizens will start wearing flowers in their hair so you'd feel more connected to the people as well

☆ While the hydro archon isn't able to breath underwater, she'd manipulate shapes so she can join in on your fun.

☆ There are a lot of rivers. If you ever need to travel you can take those! The hydro archon will most likely follow in a carriage, watching you in admiration

☆ You looooove watching the lava! The pyro archon has grown worried of you jumping in it. It's fair to say that their worries aren't misplaced.

☆ The pyro archon is very energetic and challenges you whenever they can. The yearning for battle is everlasting, so when they notice your strength increasing they hope for you to playfully fight them!

☆ It's not uncommon to see snowfoxes in Shneznaya. What is uncommon; your half snowfox form. Don't worry though! The Tsarista would give up anything to pet those ears for one minute!!

☆ Your new form keeps you warm and protects you from the cold. Like in inazuma and liyue, your tail would be a good indication of your mood! Down when sad and wagging when happy!

☆ Hillicurls would be naturally drawn to you. They don't have much brain anymore but they always seem nice and calm when you're around.

[yurunivo]

Synopsis: continuation of this idea (and also subtracting and adding a few of my own) part 2 part 3 part 4

TW: yandere behavior, cult ish behavior, mentions of blood, injuries, torture, SAGAU, inaccurate personalities, bad grammar, english is not my first language, very short

Characters: Natlan cast x Creator!gn!reader (slight yandere Archons too)

You hated this.

All you were doing was playing genshin and then you suddenly got sucked into the game! At first, it was a dream come true, but now you wanted to be out of here as fast as possible. All this suffering just because you looked like someone?

Mondstadt was a no no. The acting grand master found out so quickly, and the knights of favonious were on your tail. Liyue was also a no, the millelith and adepti was also there. Heck, Zhongli came out of retirement just to catch you! Inazuma? Raiden was enough. Fontaine wasn't any better either. You got put on trial, it's only because of plot armour that you managed to survive.

Sumeru was a bit better. The dendro archon found out about your status quickly, due to Irminsul. But, her people were out of her control, so you got hunted down anyway.

The abyss was even worse. Once they sensed that the creator came back, they were ecstatic to kill you. The abyss weren't known for their fondness of the gods after all. Right now, with the amount of times you fought the abyss and the people of teyvat, your entire body was like a piece of paper ready to be blown away.

You were walking to Natlan, as fast as your legs would take you. Your arm was filled with abyssal energy, and you had open wounds all over you. The sand got into your injuries, which really stung. It was hell trying to walk, but the tiny sliver of hope that Natlan would be different would be enough to keep you going. Usually, your wounds healed instantly every time you were injured, but the attacks from the abyss slowed down your healing. You would show your golden blood, but the injuries healed too fast and the people would be too consumed by anger to even notice your golden blood.

How long has it been since the chase started? Like one or two years? You couldn't really tell. Your mind was foggy, and your body was trembling and shivering. Just the thought that you'll eventually heal and get hunted down again, without anyone knowing about what was truly going on was enough to consider dying. You coughed your way through to Natlan, and as the sandy desert came to a halt for the beginning of Natlan, you could only hope that Natlan would be different.

It wasn't long till you passed out, but you got a tiny glimpse of a Saurian watching you...

Your head hurt, everything did. You woke up to your injuries healed, as you thought what happened. Your body probably managed to heal itself, so that was already explained. What was not so good and definitely needed explaining was that the environment you were in was certainly different, even if you remember not seeing much.

You saw a little girl coming towards you. She looked familiar, but you began to panic. Were you really going to get hunted this time too? If that was the case then dying seemed like a better option than anything.

"Are you okay?! You really looked like you weren't going to survive!" Huh? Why wasn't she attacking you? Was this really a dream? Thank god! You felt like crying at the kindness you were shown after so long!

The girl introduced herself as Kachina. You thought that's why she looked familiar. Perhaps you were not thinking straight from the suffering that you were inflicted on. You introduced yourself too, but you used (fake name) instead of who you really were.

"What happened? You looked so pale and your entire arm was covered with abyssal energy! Did you get attacked on your way here?" She asked so innocently, which made you realize that you had to create a fake story, and fast. You contemplated for a moment, creating a fake story within seconds was hard, but the sheer thought of being hunted again left a bad image on your brain.

"Ah well, I was a runaway from my home in Sumeru. I encountered some enemies and that's what happened to my arm. Is there any place in Natlan where I can get a job and a cheap house and a job? I don't have any Mora on me," you lied through your teeth. You had Mora from the treasure chests you saw in the wild, but it would be weird that a runaway who left everything behind has Mora on them. You felt bad lying to Kachina. But, for your survival, everything was necessary. She seemed to believe you, so you internally sighed in exhaustion. Children were so naive.

She felt so sorry for you, even though your story was fake. She took a cherry flavoured candy from her large bag and gave it to you. Finally, tears started to slip through your eyes. It's truly been so long since you had seen kindness being shown to you. A tear fell from your eyes as you cried. Kachina began to panic, but realized that it was best to stay quiet. You sobbed and sniffled as Kachina continued to comfort you. You again passed out from crying so much.

"There is a bar nearby that you can work in! And for the place to stay in, they have a space above the bar where you can be at!" You walked together as she continued talking. She was nice to talk too, and didn't really pressure you and ask any more questions which might have made you uncomfortable. You changed your clothes too, wearing gloves to hide your injuries from the abyss. You looked at the bar she led you to and thanked her profusely. She was so kind, certainly a gift from the gods!

You got the job and a place to stay. All you had was cleaning duty, and, compared to the injuries and (sometimes) vomiting you had to deal with by yourself, this was a piece of cake. You just cleaned the counters, the glasses and the floor and also throw out the rowdy people in the bar. The room you live in now was cramped, but it was at least better than having to sleep in defeated hillichurl camps with no protection whatsoever.

After getting a stable income, you started giving Kachina a lot of gifts. After all, she helped you so much when you literally had no will to live. She always tried declining them, but you always insisted, saying that she deserved it. She really did though, you needed to pay back her kindness from the beginning anyway. You also started visiting her much often, exploring or just talking with her.

You do meet her friends eventually enough.

"(Fake name)! These are my friends, Kinich and Mualani! I hope you get along with them well!" You were shaking, what if they weren't as kind as Kachina? What if they find out? What if, what if-

But, they were much more easy going than what you expected. Mualani was very cheerful, and Kinich was also very kind! Something was weird though. Ajaw was much quieter than usual. Sure, he still had those narcissistic comments, but it was like he toned down on them a bit. That was very confusing, but if the others didn't notice then you didn't need to bother.

You sometimes visit Mualani in the hot springs, just keeping your arms out of the water for the abyssal energy not to spread. You also sometimes visit Kinich in the Scions of Canopy. He does his extreme sports like bungee jumping, you just watch. Again, it was really unnerving on how much quieter Ajaw was..

But, this happiness wouldn't really last for long.

You were cleaning in your bar, secretly listening into some drama in one of the tables. A woman came into the bar. She was clad in a dark cloak, so you couldn't really see her. But, upon taking a closer look, you realized it was... Mavuika?!

You were sweating like your life depended on it. How did she even figure out that you worked here? Did you have to move again, when you we're just getting settled? Was this perfectly calm life just going to stay for false hope? Seriously, you were scared. You went to go clean another station instead of your own, but not until she managed to give you a message.

"I've been meaning to meet you for a long time, how about we just talk outside later?" She smiled warmly, but you just felt a chill down your spine. You were terrified. But, considering how powerless you were, you agreed. You never know what she might do after all.

Your shift was done, and you gulped as you walked outside. Mavuika was there, waiting for you. She waved, and you nervously waved back. You looked down at yourself. Your hands were trembling, and your entire body was shaking. The sweaty feeling in your palms never went away, it was uncomfortable, but not nearly as uncomfortable as having to talk with an archon.

"I already know that you are our creator, please rest assured," huh?! She already knew? But how? You never revealed your identity,what was going on?! But, all you did was nod your head, still nervous on what she could do.

"I've heard of the chase that you have been through in other nations, but please be assured that I will not do the same. I will protect you from the other nations, and you can continue living your life as it is. I will do my best to help you lead a normal life," you were shocked. Absolutely shocked. Since when did an archon treat you so nicely?

Venti chased you with his bow and arrow, and you got nearly got sucked into the black hole that he had in his burst. Moral was leading the adepti and Liyue Qixing to find and hunt you. You just completely avoided Inazuma. It would be terrible that the Shogun would find you, since she's not as "nice" as Ei. You thought you could start a new in Fontaine, but you got put on to a death sentence by the Oratrice. At least Neuvillette had some kind of pity for you. The eremites, grand bazaar and the scholars of Sumeru were also in the hunt. You started reflecting on how much suffering you had to deal with, as tears welled up in your eyes again. You went to hug Mavuika and just sobbed in her shoulder. She looked surprised but didn't question it as you cried. She patted your back over and over again, letting you cry all your frustrations out.

Of course, it's not like people won't find out eventually.

Kinich was the first to find out. He offered you to bungee jump with him, and you stupidly agreed.

"It won't be that bad, I promise," oh how you shouldn't have believed him. You were screaming the entire time that he held you. Ajaw was fuming at Kinich, which, again, was very weird. He never cared for anyone before, so what was going on?

Though he was holding onto you, it didn't really stop you from getting injuries by nature itself. You had a cut on your cheek, as blood began to seep out. You landed, and it was only when Kinich was recovering from the adrenaline rush, did he notice your cut. He was speechless. He was just staring as you realized the cut you had on your skin. Your eyes widened at the revelation.

"W-wait, I-I can explain!" You didn't even know what you were panicking for. Wasn't it a good thing that they found out? If so, then why did it feel like your heart has been shattered into a million pieces when he found out? Ajaw then screamed at Kinich, like he was reprimanding him.

"You filthy servant! How can you not realize that the creator was with us all this time?! Honestly, what went on in your head when you took them in such a dangerous activity?!" He spewed out to Kinich, while the boy was still in a state of shock. Finally, as if he got to his senses, he muttered out:

"You're the creator?..." He mumbled under his breath. He looked extremely shocked, and also extremely guilty. He ran out of words so quickly. This is how he treated his creator the whole time?

He was about to apologize, but you interrupted him. There was no way that you would let him even say sorry, not when you want to live your life as a human instead of some divine being.

"If you want a more detailed explanation for this... predicament, meet me at the outskirts of the Children of echoes, you'll get all your answers there."

Mualani was second to find out. You two were walking through her tribe, talking about getting swimsuits for the hot spring. The area was very humid, and the floor was very slippery.

Suddenly, you tripped on your steps and fell on the ground. A scratch was on your knee, as you realised that the blood would show. You tried to hide the injury from Mualani, but she took a glance anyway. Her expression was very surprised, but all she did was wrap a piece of cloth around your knee. It really stung, but you really hoped she wouldn't ask any questions about it.

She took you to a secluded area with no people. Just you and her. She was staring for a long time, and you gulped in nervousness. You were enjoying your life without being chased or worshipped, why did this peace have to end now?!

"Well, (fake name), actually it might not even be your real name.. But anyway, I know it might make you uncomfortable, but please explained what happened a bit ago," she asked and all you did was mumble an incoherent sentence with a bitter tone.

Kachina was last to find out. You were exploring some ruins that you found along with her.

It was just supposed to be a little expedition outside in Natlan, but you got way too many cuts from the rocks inside. It didn't really hurt, so you brushed it off, forgetting that Kachina didn't know you were the creator. When she lit up a fire to check in on everything, that's when you realised this. You tried to stay out of the light as much as possible, but she found out very easily.

"What's wrong (fake name)? Why aren't you coming near the fire?" She innocently asked. You cursed at your self for not realizing that she didn't know sooner. But before you could respond, she dragged your wrist into the light in an attempt to see if you had any injuries or not. When she saw the golden blood however, she turned quiet.

"Y-you're the creator?" She asked, almost terrified. Oh what had she done! Treating the holy creator so casually like a friend! You only looked down at her, feeling guilty at putting so much terror to her mind. You patted her head, unsure of how to respond to her.

"Yes I am, but I am your friend still, am I not?"

Spies can exist anywhere and everywhere. After all, it's such a common phrase in Liyue, the walls have ears.

However, the spies that were there to find you and excecute you, were certainly incompetent in their job, letting their emotions get in the way of things.

Seeing the golden blood for their own eyes, the blood of the "imposter" that they were hunting down, was not really easy to swallow. Instead of kidnapping you, they just took a picture with their kamera and ran like the wind, doing anything to inform their leader.

When the Archons found out, they were nothing less than shocked. They have been hunting their creator the entire time? No, this couldn't be! They trembles at the photo in hand, realising how bad they fucked up. Now they were more determined to find you than ever, not to kill you, but to welcome you into their arms. They will get you back, no matter what it takes. Oh and the actual imposter? They're as dead as they can be. Nothing matters except you now.

Nothing else matters.

This is so short Lmaooo hope you like it tho!

[malereadermaniac]

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ Videogame Lover - Kinich x GN Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Plot: Videogame lover, we should uh uh uh with each otherrrr~ Boyfriend Headcannons with Kinich! (;¬_¬) No pronouns except 'you' used! Only reference to genitalia is 'hole'!

Note: Inspired by 'Gamez' (linked at the bottom of the fic!)

Featuring: Gender neutral reader for sfw! Bottom GN reader for nsfw!

Boyfriend!Kinich who denied liking you at first! The dendro user always was on the more reclusive side; preferring to just do his job and get on with it, rather than chit-chat n make friends. But you were quite the opposite. You would always make an effort with Kinich, chatting with him whenever you could and establishing a friendship. Very quickly, the two of you fell for each other, but Kinich took longer to accept this. Again, the man just wanted to get on with his already complicated life! And there you were, giving him yet another thing to think about, to worry about. Of course, you were the one to make a move first. And thank the archons that you did! 'Cause Kinich folded within seconds! And that it - the two of you were an item!

"Don't act like we don't feel the same, baby, baby, baby quit playing them games~"

Boyfriend!Kinich whose preferred mode of transport is swinging around the Natlan skys with you on his arm; his lean, muscular arm wrapped tight around your waist. This was the move he pulled on your first date to win you over and it very quickly became a go-to of his! I mean, the proximity, his arm on your waist, the dominance it makes him exude? Kinich knew this was gonna be a hit with you!

Boyfriend!Kinich whose idea of dates is hanging out in trees, around his Saurians, and just within nature in general! That's not to say that the man doesn't take you on dates which are more to your taste or more conventional! But the dates which Kinich enjoys the most are the ones where he can show you the beauty that he sees in the region! And it makes Kinich fall deeper in love with you when you're receptive to this; like when you play with and genuinely care for his Saurians, or when you look out at the Natlan savannas from a high tree with a glimmer in your eyes and a wide smile on your mouth.

Boyfriend!Kinich who can't understand why you're the only person who Ajaw will listen to! That fucking dragon is bound to him for Xbalanque's sake! But no, all Kinich gets from Ajaw is bickering, snide comments, and some help during combat. You on the other hand? Ajaw will banter with you, pipe down when told to do so, and the fucker will even help you out during combat; even if you're sparring Kinich!!

Boyfriend!Kinich who wasn't too fond of the idea of sparring with you to train, but as soon as the hunter saw how capable (and hot) you were during combat, he was sold on the idea! The claymore-user felt that it was a little unfair that he was using a massive bigsword and you were using a puny polearm, but Kinich ate his words when you fucking schooled him 5-0! But he couldn't care less that he lost! Kinich was just impressed; complimenting your skill and calling you 'pretty even when fighting'. Yet, where you outskilled your boyfriend in weapon-based fights, Kinich seriously outperformed you in hand-to-hand combat. Even though Kinich wasn't the most muscular or the tallest, his lean yet muscular build allowed for the man to move swiftly in battle; with his moderate amount of muscle and speed, Kinich could take down almost anyone just 'cause they wouldn't react in time! And that's exactly what happened to you. You were in a headlock before you could even blink! Though you weren't exactly complaining...

Boyfriend!Kinich whose more than happy to show off his dendro for you. You have a small fascination with how his dendro manifests in such a digital, pixelated manner. "Your dendro looks like those technical games in boxes over in Fontaine!" Kinich will pull out little tricks for you to watch and play with; creating little pixel versions of you n him (and Ajaw)! But just 'cause Kinich manifests his dendro in that way, it doesn't mean that he can't use it in other ways! Plenty of times has Kinich grown flowers right in front of you just to gift them to you! Despite his reclusive, cold demeanour, holy shit was Kinich a romantic! He listens to you n knows what you like too! This man is the perfect boyfriend for you!

NSFW Headcanons! MDNI!

"Videogame lover, we should uh uh uh with each other~"

Boyfriend!Kinich who couldn't fathom why you could possibly be insecure about your body during your first time! In his eyes, you were a perfect 10! Kinich would get turned on by everything you did! It got to a point that Kinich couldn't even use his imported erotica from Inazuma to jerk off; the man had to think about you n how fucking sexy you were! So when you hit him with the 'could we turn the lights off? I don't really like how my body looks haha' Kinich was fucking flabbergasted, to say the least! The hunter genuinely thought you were joking so he replied with 'Oh it's fine don't worry! I can't see, see?', having raked his fingers through his fluffy black hair to move it in front of his eyes. You giggled, but when Kinich realised you were serious, he had to kill the sexy mood to let you know just how confident you should really be about your looks. This man gave you every compliment under the sun! And not just generic ones! No, no, no! Your boyfriend told you why you should like every single inch of your body; providing a different compliment for each of your fucking limbs and assets! And though the moment was really genuine and heart-warming, holy fuck did it also turn you on!

Boyfriend!Kinich who's hands-down a munch! Bro fucking looooves eating you out. Kinich could seriously do it all day long n not get bored! He claims that your taste is 'addictive' n 'rich'. Seriously, you can't even have a quickie with the man without him insisting on eating you out; and not just for his own pleasure! Kinich not only insists that it's important to prep you but also makes sure that you're getting just as much (if not more) pleasure from it! Your man's addiction to your hole has gotten to the point that he will physically lift your hips n legs off of the bed to get his tongue even deeper inside of you! Kinich will literally have his arms wrapped under your thighs and holding your waist whilst his face is buried between your cheeks; you on the other hand are usually stretching your arms out to keep yourself steady on the bed!

[teaeodora]

Running fingers through their hair 🤍

ft. wriothesley, alhaitham and neuvillette.

synopsis : you convince them into playing with their hair and you end up taking undue advantage of it.

warnings : implied fem!reader, pet names, mention of murder and suicide (neuvillette – no there is no angst here.).

a/n : fluff but seriously hair is so floof in genshin and i love me some domesticated content.

ALHAITHAM 🌱

"No." He crossed his arms in disapproval at your request.

"Haitham! Come on!" You begged your husband to let you run your fingers through his hair in hopes to help him unwind and relax but he was adamant not letting you.

"I am sorry [Name], but I have a meeting due in an hour with the Dendro Archon about some administrative changes and as much as I would love to catch a break, I can't as of now." He exasperated, voice laced with annoyance.

Ever since becoming the Acting Grand Sage, Alhaitham had gotten just a tad bit more whinier. You weren't complaining since Alhaitham had the emotional quotient of a rock.

"Oh come on! It's still an hour away. C'mere." You patted your lap. He sighed but agreed. You found yourself combing your nifty fingers through his grey locks. They felt soft to touch. Who are you kidding, he was a well groomed gentleman despite his emotionally constipated personality.

His eyes were focused on a book he was reading, his eyes scanning the pages but his expression was relaxed. He won't admit it but he liked it. This was a simple yet intimate gesture.

You on the other hand, stared outside of the window, fingers still running through his hair. The scenery of Sumeru city stretched out far and wide for your eyes to see. The sky was beaming with light, birds were chit chatting on the tree branches and–

Snore.

Your focus gets redirected back at Alhaitham who now had the book resting on his face, his chest rising rhythmically as you heard him breathing softly.

You chuckled at the sight. He really did fall asleep. He looked so carefree when a moment ago he was complaining about meetings and work. How amusing. An idea bubbled up in your head.

When Alhaitham woke up, he realised that he had fallen asleep and hurried out of the room to meet up with Nahida in the Sanctuary of Surasthana.

"Good evening Acting Grand Sage, I was just waiting on you- pfft!" Nahida's cheeks puffed up and the little Archon started giggling.

"I am sorry for being late- wait, why are you laughing?" He tilted his expression in confusion. Could his late timing be a matter of amusement for his Archon?

"Who made two tiny ponytails in your hair using sparkly pink pyro slime hairties!" Nahida chuckled more, unable to hold her laughter.

"..." he reached up to feel the two tiny fountains of hair made by tying them up. Who could've done such a— you.

Needles to say, Alhaitham image of a big mighty serious guy in front of Nahida had now been ruined.

NEUVILLETTE 🌊

"Ma Chérie, what do you think of this case?" Neuvillette leaned back into his chair, papers spread out on his table. You picked up one of the documents and examined them.

What made you and Neuvillette a match made in heaven was that you were one of Fontaine's best lawyers and Neuvillette was the Ludex. You both would brainstorm cases together though Neuvillette always tended to quote how he is unbiased as it is his duty as the Chief Justice to not let personal feelings get in the way.

Still, you catch him staring at you during court proceedings, expression twisting and turning based on the situation out of his instinctive concern for you.

"Well, I think this is a classic murder which is being displayed to the common eye like a suicide." You sighed and put the paper back on the table, stretching your back from fatigue.

"I must say, that's quite a possibility. I'd suggest you investigate futher and seek the truth." He pondered, his gloved hand resting on his chin.

"Neuvi, can we take a break? I am tired." You slumped down in the chair across him, exhausting from the repetitive task at hand.

"Indeed. Repetition tends to tire out the mortal brain. Let's continue this after lunch." He nodded and started to sort the papers according to there designated folders.

"Can I play with your hair till you get the sorting papers thing done?" You asked him and he seemed amused at the idea. Neuvillette was never reluctant from trying out new things and gave into your small pleasures if they made you happy. "Sure."

You ran your fingers through his white locks. Honestly his hair were so beautiful, it would put women's hair to shame. Neuvillette took good care of them. You started using this opportunity to experiment different hairstyles on him.

Neuvillette glanced up, only to see his hair in a braid from his reflection in the mirror with a black ribbon in them. He stared at the braid for a good minute, "Hmm simple, practical and elegant. It's quite nice." He mused.

You were proud of yourself before Neuvillette asked if he could try hairstyles on you.

An afternoon spent with chuckles, smiles, whacky and pretty hairstyles.

WRIOTHESLEY 🧊

You watched as Wriothesley worked like a machine.

Step 1 : Grab the paperwork

Step 2 : Read and Sign it

Step 3 : Put in the "done" pile

The sounds of paper swiping and pen scribbling filled the room. You tried to entertain yourself with some novel but you could hear wriothesley grunted and groaning in annoyance.

"Y'know, the best thing is to simply not to do the work if you don't feel like it, wrio." You suggested, flipping to the next page in the novel.

"You're right. I'll settle for a nap, drink tea after I get up and then continue doing this..." he grumbled before getting up and making his way to his bed upstairs. You afte a few minutes got up and followed him.

You both laid beside eachother, under the blankets, soaking in eachother's warmth. "You joinin' me on a nap, sweetheart?" A smile crawled onto his face as he looked at you with his icy hues.

"No, I am simply here to take care of you, silly." You kissed his nose as he took your palm firmly in his and kissed the back of it, endearingly. You peppered his face with feather kisses, tousling his soft black locks earning a relaxed hum of content from him.

Wriothesley was a man of limited needs and such small moments with you were his saving grace from the buttload of prison paper work. His arm snaked around your waist as he kissed the top of your forehead before his hand rested on your cheeks, his eyes fluttering shut.

He yawned and made himself comfortable before drifting off into his well deserved nap.

But..

"Oh my god, you are associated with Sigewinne in this??" He baffled at the sight of his face covered in stickers. Melusines loved to play pranks but his own lover? Now that was some serious betrayal.

"First my back and now my face?" He stared at you, jaw dropped, wanting an explanation. You simply stifled a laugh before hearing a click.

"Sigewinne, did you just take a picture of me?? HEY! Don't run away!? [Name]! Sigewinne! You guys better delete that picture!" He chased after you two as you ran with Sigewinne in your arms. It was a moment of solace and perhaps another moment added in your archive of memories.

a/n : to say i am obsessed with domesticated genres and tropes is an understatement.

don't steal, copy, plagarize.

©definitelysel

not proof read.

[aurorasgate]

thigh fucking with alhaitham

warnings: fem!reader, oral (recieving), overstimulation, squirting + lots of cum, messy love making i can't help myself with this man

i feel like i haven't written for genshin in a minute so please forgive me if this is ass

like most mornings, it was a pair of strong arms pulling you across soft sheets to be pressed impossibly close that stirred you from your sleep. though today, with the bright rays of yellow light, a burning annoyance against your still bleary eyes, it was perhaps late afternoon rather than morning. but really, the time didn’t matter. you’d spend all day here pressed against alhaitham if you could, and by grace of the dendro archon herself, today that was exactly the plan. 

the start of a mini staycation that you had been looking forward to ever since your husband put in his resignation as acting grand sage. with it now having been approved and in full effect, the next couple of days it would be only you two. and well, kaveh when he was home. but, everyone mentioned could surely argue that your little vacation had actually started last night from the moment you crawled into alhaithams lap after dinner when kaveh returned to his room.

it wasn’t the last time last night that your legs were straddling the once again scribe and it wasn’t the only time he had you stuffed with every inch of his thick cock. you had lost count of how many times either of you came before you were absolutely spent and so blissed out you easily drifted off into the sweetest of dreams, leaving him to take care of you and the stained sheets.

from the feeling of your clean legs now lacing his, the oversized shirt you have on keeping you from being skin to skin as he presses your back to his chest, and the unsticky sheets that were underneath you, he had done a perfect job at that. like he always had. 

now that your body was moving a bit, there was no denying your soreness from your very late night together, not that you were complaining. it was a pleasurable ache and you couldn’t help but smile and nuzzle closer to him at the remembrance of all the ways he took you last night, how much love you shared with every inch of your bodies. 

his warm palm slips underneath the shirt covering you, the only thing you were wearing you now notice, and splays over your tummy, moving to brush against the underneath of one of your breasts and back down again in a soothing motion that had you melting against his chiseled frame.

he presses a kiss to your shoulder, the warmth of his lips, his love, seeping through the fabric for your loose tee and into your skin, quickly traveling down to your core and igniting that insatiable need for him that you felt so often and with so little effort on his part. it certainly didn’t help that you could feel him more than half hard against your bum, wearing nothing at all.

you let out a breathy murmur when he kisses your shoulder again, closer to your neck this time and with urgency that told you he was feeling that same familiar heat in his body. perhaps it never even went away from last night for either of you to begin with.

before you can attempt to turn around to face him, kiss him, maybe even get on top of him, he has your back against the mattress and is hovering over you, now caging you between his strong arms and parting your thighs with one of his knees, moving slow and gentle to settle himself between your legs.  

“g’morning ‘haitham,” you coo, reaching for him, your cheeks burning at the sight of him naked above you. 

no matter how many times you’ve seen him like this, like no one else got the pleasure to, he captivated you. alhaitham was unbelievable, inside and out; mind and body, heart and soul. and in moments like this, with the strong and defined chest of your feeble scholar littered with little marks of your love, his soft skin with a faint flush and the amber in his eyes dripping with desire in the tenderness of his blue gaze, you couldn’t think of anything more breathtaking.

“good morning habibti,” he says, his voice deep, clinging to sleep, and the way he calls you making the butterflies in your stomach flutter about wildly. 

his words are followed by swift and easy movements to rest on one forearm, his other hand coming to cup your face, kissing you slow and sweet before his thumb presses against your chin lightly, your lips parting with little coaxing, eager to taste him. his tongue mirrors his kiss, licking into your mouth without hurry or urgency but full of the soft neediness that you returned in earnest.

the more he presses against you, with you clinging to him, has his cock against your inner thigh, too far from where you desperately wanted him but he wasn’t one to easily give into your whimpers for more, even if you were so pretty and adorable when you were impatient for him. 

but alhaitham is a caring lover, even if others might not think him capable of it. he could handle you so delicately and right now, when your glistening pussy was still sensitive and puffy from the many rounds you shared last night but that ever growing desire to shower you in his adoration, to taste you and be with you in a way only he could, he continued to be just that.

much to your cute pout of your protest, he pulls away from your lips and watches as your features fall into sweet bliss at the feeling of his long fingers lifting your shirt over your breasts, trailing along your skin the entire way. he doesn’t pull it off of you fully, just enough to grab handfuls of your soft breasts and drink in the way you react to his movements, lifting your hips, trying to slide your slick pussy against the length of his dick when he plays with your hard nipples, your legs already shaking.

“easy now sweetheart,” alhaitham coos.

he leans down and kisses you again, deep and breathtaking and when he pulls away to make his way between your legs, you wonder if you imagined the pink dusting his cheeks before you felt his tongue delving between your puffy folds and stealing your every sense.

you can’t help the way your back bows off the bed at the hot touch of his tongue that is kitten licking you, so very sensitive it sends a jolt of electricity to every nerve in your body but you don’t want it to stop.

“tell me if it’s too much, okay?” alhaitham says, the sleep having worn from his vocal cords but his tone is still deep, heady with need and adoration.

his thumbs rub soothing circles where he gently holds your thighs open to allow space for his broad shoulders, not continuing until he hears your breathless ‘okay’ and feels the tips of your fingers against his forehead, carding through and pushing back his bangs in your light tangling into his hair. long lashes flutter closed at your touch and he doesn’t wait to taste you again, his tongue now flat against your cunt with more fervor than before.

“oh- ‘haitham..”

your fingers in his hair tighten, your thighs trembling in his hold that follows you more than stops you when your thighs squeeze closer together around his head. his gentle strength keeps your legs spread enough for him to easily lick you, barely dipping into your hole before making his way back up your folds, sucking on your clit and rolling the tip of his tongue against your throbbing bundle of nerves slowly.

it's somehow too much and not enough and when you pull him into you by silver locks and a buck of your hips, alhaithams ministrations of soft suckles and kisses continue like he’s savoring every bit of you, has all of the time in the world to be between your legs, drinking you in like you can’t completely writhing and mewling under his hot tongue.

at the tug of his hair, you can feel him groaning against you and as if in response, to tell you how good you are, how much he loves your touch, he takes your clit between his lips and sucks hard, the lewdness of it echoing throughout the room and it takes all of your strength to not scream out.

“w-wait,” you try to protest, try to get him to pull away because you didn’t have the strength to do so yourself and truthfully you think you just might die if he actually did move away from you, but before you can say anything more, he does it again, and the pressure between your legs overwhelms every part of you and you’re crying out as your orgasm washes over you like it never has before.

between your legs, dripping down your husband's chin and soaking the fresh sheets under you both, your release rocks your entire body and before you can hope to come down, alhaitham only pulls more from you, his guttural groan felt against you more than heard as you messily continue to gush and squirt against his tongue and alhaitham takes every bit of your release he can, swallowing down eagerly, his cock pressed to the sheets so unbelievably hard.

if your comfort and wellbeing still hadn’t been at the forefront of his lust filled mind he would have kept going, given you what you wanted, what you still want, but just having you cum from the way he ate you out with care and slowness had his flushed tip leaking and his cock throbbing.

your release still all over his chin, alhaitham comes back up from between your legs, his larger body hovering above you, looking down at your writhing body being soothed by his warm hands and the wet mess underneath you both, dripping down his chest and lingering deliciously on his tongue. 

quite the uncommon occurrence, alhaitham feels speechless. he wants to tell you how perfect you are, how utterly beautiful he finds you in every way, that he could never get enough of you, that you taste so fucking good, but no words in the dozens languages he knows is enough to convey how much he loves you and how much he needs you.

as much as he wants to feel you around him, make love to you, this staycation was just getting started and there would be plenty of more chances to do everything he wanted when you were feeling less sore but it wasn't enough for him to part from you or let you out of this bed just yet.

uncaring to the warm wetness underneath him, he moves closer, leaning over your figure to grab a pillow to put underneath you, his scent mixed with sex wafting in the air around you. he lifts you by your hips and slips the pillow under you until your resting comfortably but allowing him to press close to you with your ankles resting on his shoulders and his cock nestled between your thighs, wet with your release and his saliva smeared over your supple skin.

you can see his sticky tip peaking out between your thighs and let out a desperate gasp at the feeling of his hands sinking into the fat of your thighs, pressing them close, and alhaitham starting to thrust his cock between them. back and forth, each one chasing the last, the wet squelch of his movements echoing in the room.

with his head falling backwards, he murmurs your name, choked out and broke as he thrusts partially hard, his balls slapping just above your pussy and has you clenching around nothing. you hardly know where to touch or where to look. you want it all; have your hands all over him, to take in the way his cock leaks between your already sticky thighs and beads with precum when his flushed head shows from between your legs or look at his handsome face, the way he takes his bottom lip between his teeth when you squeeze your thighs and has his chest rising and falling so quickly.

your skin is so smooth, so soft and still drunk on your release, your perfect body taking him so well, alhaitham easily gets lost in you, quickly building his own orgasm. his hands on you tighten just shy of what could bruise and when his eyes open to look back down at you, his gorgeous, beloved, wife; seeing how your chest still exposed to him bounce with his each roll of his hips and every breath you to try to take, how you can’t seem to hold onto him enough, and how you look at him with so much love and desire, he can’t hold back.

the slap of alhaithams balls against you is mind melting with his thrusts becoming more erratic, harder, deeper. little drops of precum fall on your belly before, with a delicious groan, he bursts between your tender thighs, hot and throbbing and the mess of it splattering down the front and back of them, painting you in his seed.

you feel so so close again just from watching him fuck your thighs, you cunt aching and you’re thankful when he collapses forward, keeping your legs spread in the junction of his elbow and nearly pressed to sides of your chest, uncaring of the mess between you smearing on his abdomen, and he starts to rubs his still hard cock between your folds, his tip catching on your clits hood, as much of him that can flush against your cunt. 

the taste of you lingers on his lips with the passionate kiss you share, your bodies rocking against the bed in perfect sync and just as his tongue delves into your mouth, devouring and making you dizzy, your body can’t hold on any longer.

you’re trembling underneath him, he can feel every wracking tremor, the squeeze of your legs you can’t control, the air leaving your lungs as you find your release again. every noise you try to make is caught on his lips and tongue, swallowed down and gifted back to you in his own noises and a call of your name you will never tire of.

“i can’t get enough of you.”

✿✿✿✿

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[fuji-sen]

Monachopsis; SAGAU Creator!Reader Headcanon

Monachopsis: the subtle feeling of being out of place.

c/w: angst, homesickness, slight cult genshin impact characters.

synopsis: The adrenaline and excitement had worn off, what replaced it was a sense of detachment and the feeling of homesick-ness slowly building up. No longer feeling joy at being treated like a God in your favorite game, you could only feel that subtle but persistent feeling that you did not belong there coupled with the sadness and grief at your past life.

divider credits: @enchanthings

✨ you wonder how things became like this, perhaps it was because you were constantly detained and kept inside a lavish palace, unable to see the outside world.

✨ or perhaps it was how your acolytes treat you.

✨ they did not harm you, but they might as well have all together.

✨ they treat you so full of devotion and reverence. Their touches stiff and light never holding you for longer than it is necessary, their manner of speech was always formal, never jovial even the bard of Mondstadt had a more serious and deep persona when it came to you.

✨ although their goal was simply to respect you for you were their supposed Creator, that very devotion towards you became the very wall that separated you from them.

✨ you could not get close to them, you could not pass that damned relationship between a Creator and a faithful believer.

✨ Furina had been closed to you at least, perhaps because she understood your plights. However your relationship seemed sinful in the eyes of the other acolyte.

✨ you no longer were able to see the cheerful girl.

✨ Buer or Nahida who's ability to read minds and the hearts of people worked on you, but it seemed she had learned from Fontaine's leader, she did not get close to you, however she left more sincere gifts for you.

✨ handwritten letters, books with annotations, even Aranara's were given to you on the guise of being servants.

✨ speaking of gifts, wealth, gems, lavish furniture, clothes made from the rarest fur and the softest silk had been presented to you. At first it made you overjoyed, to received the things you had long for, to become rich and wealthy.

✨ now seeing the pile of untouched presents all you could feel was cold, it was impersonal really. The clothes did not suit you, the gems and gold were useless for you could not even go out to spend it, the furniture as well for it was too big for you to used by yourself and you lacked the friends to even sit together with and have a chat.

✨ however upon seeing your favor towards the dendro archon's gifts, they tried to follow in suit. Yet their letters were simply filled with compliments of your visage, poems and tales about how great you were, talking about you as if you were a historical person they had studied and were doing a greatly embellished report on but never truly getting to know you.

✨ to fight off the feeling of sadness that began to wallow in you, you asked for them, desperately, "treat me as your friend, if you truly love me as your God then treat me how I want to be treated." you'd say.

✨ they looked at each other, before carefully and hesitantly agreeing.

✨ now you felt guilty, they spend their times on you. Chatting with you, telling you stories.

✨ you feast together, with food made by Xiangling and other characters.

✨ but even as they surround you, their conversations became white noise to you and the food seemed tasteless under your tongue.

✨ you did not feel like you belong among them. especially with that nagging voice in your head, snickering and whispering that 'they aren't your friends, they're just acting like it all because their precious Creator begged them to.'

✨ In the past, or your past life, doing something for yourself, by yourself seemed like a chore. The mundane chores, your job, studying even, but now that seemed like a luxury with the title of God.

✨ they did not ask you to do anything, you did not participate in state of the nation addresses, you could not change laws or fight for the people. . at least they didn't let you.

✨ you could not even clean your own room or dress yourself, Noelle took care of the cleaning, Chiori took care with choosing a set of clothes each day for you to wear like you were a kid and Xiangling did the cooking.

✨ It left you with nothing to do, like you had no purpose other than sitting still and looking pretty like a piece of decoration.

✨ Nobody disagreed with you even, nobody argued with you, they were like yes-men. God you began to miss your parents and siblings, you missed your classmates/coworkers, you missed working, you missed being your own person!

✨ it was beginning to eat you up at this point,

✨ to the point you had became overwhelmed with sadness.

might make a mini-headcanon series for this or an actual series revolving around this idea/angst.

do you want a series like this tho? it'd be heavily angst and might just have a bad ending or good ending.

[vxnuslogy]

— empty souls do not breathe, they wait.

pairing: kinich x gn!reader

premise: ajaw has always thought that after kinich's death, all will eventually bow to him as their new king. what he didn't expect was to grapple with his host's loneliness and find the reason why he sought your presence during nights that grow too cold.

— warnings: slight angst if you squint

— author's note: ajaw holds a very special place in my heart so deserves to be the main character of this fic. and after almost 24 hours of having no electricity, it'll finally leave the basement. this is heavily inspired by this comic on twt so please go give it a read! art credits to @.n249 on twt. | 2.5k words.

— tags: @ryescapades @moineauz @mikashisus @https-sourlimes ; if you'd like to be tagged, please fill out the forms in my pinned!!

there was something wrong with kinich. mavuika’s eyes scanned over the wounds on the poor boy’s body and the blood dripping from his forehead. long gone was his usual bandana and golden rimmed eyes were now tainted with a strange red. 

this man is not kinich.

“so kinich has fallen, too,” her voice sullen, eyes barely able to look at the husk of one of her heroes. though her stance is not tense, it certainly wasn’t relaxed either. “kinich” followed her movements carefully—the way her hands twitched towards her claymore, her eyes he could not read, and the unmistakable tone of her voice. the pyro archon was disappointed.

“i, too, would be disappointed if you didn’t notice, archon.” kinich dipped his head low and let out a bone chilling laugh that scratched his throat the wrong way. blood stained glove came to push his hair back as mavuika stares at the eyes that did not belong to the dendro user of the scions of canopy. 

“it was a shame for that brat to die, but oh well,” a twisted grin tugged at his lips as mavuika’s face remained passive. “it is i! the almighty dragon lord, k’uhul ajaw!”

he takes a deep breath before letting his host’s arms fall to his side. “per our agreement, i will stand in and make kinich the greatest hero for all of natlan to see!”

“and would you be satisfied with that?”

ajaw’s gaze hardened as his lips tugged into a deep frown. the pyro archon’s eyes now held a fervor brighter than any hope this entity of chaos has ever seen. was she still hoping that kinich would miraculously survive?

“are you implying that not even celestia is celebrating my return? their gift is now mi–”

“the gift you claim for yourself does not respond to you,” ajaw flinches back, eyes zeroing into the vision of his person as his fists shook in rage. “dreams will die if their master has fallen. there’s more to the contract between the two of you than you think.”

ajaw sees red. teeth snarling into a disgusting scowl as he readied kinich’s weapon—ignoring the way this too did not answer his call for blood. “are you mocking me, archon?”

much to the dragon’s surprise, the woman laughs. she laughs. at him? he’ll never know because he’s already zipping away from the scene. 

“this is merely a trial, a simple waiting game.” 

“why the hell am i using that servant’s party tricks!” ajaw screams as he lands in the far distance. he’s been using kinich’s grapple hook to come to and fro natlan these days as his mind flies back to this boy’s archon and her infuriating claims. “bwah! forget it, i have other things to deal with like–”

“kinich?”

like you.

the person from kinich’s life that he’s persistently pined over for years on end—ajaw even thinks kinich does it unintentionally, the boy was missing a few screws in the emotional department after all.

ajaw doesn’t answer back. he just blankly stares how your face is drained of its color. the way your fist grips at your chest like you're about to rip your heart out and the shaky–afraid–smile you flash him as you come to sit beside him.

you kept your distance—normally you’d sit so close your fingers would slightly entangle with kinich’s. ajaw observes you from the corner of his eyes before looking at natlan in the distance. back in his pixelated prison form, he could barely see natlan as a whole, just bits and pieces as he focused his energy to disturb and plan kinich’s untimely death.

“what are you doing here?” 

how strange, ajaw didn’t mean to voice that question out in the open. especially with the way you look at him as if your world had crumbled to dust, leaving no trace of your home to pick up. something tugs at ajaw after your blank answer. the great almighty dragon lords do not feel, they wreak havoc, instill control, so why? why was this heart beating in such a melancholic rhythm?

“let’s go,” he says as he slowly comes to a stand, trying to mimic kinich’s attitude and actions towards you to the best of his abilities. you look at him, tears threatening to spill, yet you still smile and take his outstretched arm. ajaw doesn’t voice how you immediately drop his hand when you stand—you always hold kinich like your final lifeline, so why are you letting go?

ajaw understands, he simply won’t accept this fact.

you loved kinich, not ajaw.

you wanted kinich, but you still treated ajaw with the same treatment.

you treat his wounds with care, apologizing whenever he winces and flinches, pressing soft kisses to the calluses of his hands and his forehead. you let him listen to your beating heart that drummed the same melancholic melody and wipe away at the tears he never acknowledges whenever the figure of kinich’s dismantled body haunts him at night. 

you acted as if you loved him and ajaw can’t live with this anymore.

so he runs away—punishes himself into confinement until you won’t be able to follow him. and then he thinks. sitting silently on a patch of grass as the sun slowly fades into another dreadful night. now that he’s left alone to grapple with all the uncontained emotions kinich himself couldn’t answer, ajaw finds himself at a loss.

“hey kinich,” he whispers to the wind, a bare hand filled with scars and scratches—free from the gloves that didn’t fit him—tug at the fabric of his shirt, right above his heart. “have you always been this lonely?”

ajaw hugs his knees, hand grabbing at his hair harshly–this body did not belong to him, he does not deserve your kindness or love. he won’t admit it, but now under the scrutiny or judgment of no one, ajaw comes to finally admit of his stretched jealousy for you and kinich. how come this insolent servant of him had someone who deeply cared about him despite his attitude? someone who was born to accompany him through thick and thin, to infuriate and fret over but still share whatever he or you could share with one another. neither of you left each other, and ajaw wanted that.

will ajaw have to live his life like this? chasing after the shadows of your relationship with kinich until his legs finally gave out? 

“ugh! i hate you kinich!” he screams into the wind as they howl back.

“don’t say that, ajaw,” his world stills and the already chilly breeze turned colder. there you were, under the light of a fading sun with a small smile on your lips. “you’ll hurt kinch’s feelings.”

he scoffs. grip tightening as he buries his head on his arms. “then he can stay dead if he can’t handle some words from me! my servant,” his voice quivers slightly. his breathing shakes and turns shallow as you step towards him. “don’t come near me!”

you take one step, then two, then you’re sprinting to ajaw before he could run away for a second time. you cradle his head to your chest as you let his iron grip bruise your arms and silent tears be soaked in your heart. 

“my kinich would not be offended by me!”

“i know he won’t,” you say in a whisper, hand rubbing circles to his back and ajaw finally comes to understand why kinich always sought you out each night when his past comes to haunt him. you kept his fears at bay with your overwhelming love for him. ajaw wonders if there’s also some love from you reserved for him. 

the following nights, ajaw spends his time in your arms as you tell him stories from your childhood. how kinich had saved you from a safety malfunction when you went bungee jumping, the kinds of flowers you press into your journal, and the many photos from your family in different nations.

“do you not miss them, human?” ajaw asks, another photo from your mother as she stands in front of a quaint flower shop in fontaine. you only smile and tuck away another album under your bed. the sight of ajaw curiously sifting through your photos—from family, friends, and kinich—makes something swell in your chest. it bloats and bloats until you’re sure it can hold all of natlan with ease.

“i do,” you reply, sitting by the edge of your bed and looking at the dates written behind each photo. “but at least they send me things so i know they’re doing well.”

ajaw frowns in contemplation. “will they come home?”

will kinich come home?

you don’t voice out the question that’s floating in ajaw’s mind and just smile. watching the flame from the small lamp on your bedside table flicker, your reflection staring right back at you as you meet ajaw’s gaze. 

“they will, we just wait.” 

ajaw frowns. “waiting means to waste your efforts to hope for a miracle.”

despite his harshness and pessimism, you chuckle. gathering all the stray photos, you put them back neatly in the album. as you make your way to the window to close the window, you turn back to ajaw. “an empty soul does not breathe, it waits. you’re waiting, too, ajaw.”

“i am not waiting for that vermin!” he protests with a huff. you laugh as he falls back on your bed, both hands behind his head as he stares at your bedroom ceilings. a contemplative expression falls on his face as the furrow of his brows from embarrassment finally eases. “is he even still alive?”

you hum as you lay beside him. your eyes gaze at the still blazing vision on his pants and close your eyes. “a person’s vision is their ambition. they die out when it's been fulfilled or when its master passes,” ajaw looks at you with storm clouds in his eyes but you shift in your position and gently close them with your hands. “so long as kinich dreams, he’ll still live. he’s not the type to leave business unfinished.”

tonight ajaw dreams—he hopes that your belief turns out to be true. in the blanket of night he’s grown to be afraid of, he sees you and kinich. but strangely enough, he sees himself in between you two—not as an obstacle, but as a part of your happiness. ajaw finds himself really liking this dream. 

the night kingdom, like its name suggests, is a perpetually cold and dark landscape with only the wayob in front of him casting a faint light. small engravings of his ancient name glows in a light purple as he gazes at his hazy body. surprisingly enough, his bandana still stayed securely on his head. 

“seems like i’m still under the wayob’s protection,” he says to no one in particular as echoes about a flame burning bright eases his worries. “if i’m still here then surely we must have won.”

kinich was about to turn and walk away—to where? he’s not quite sure. as he takes a step after another, the wayob—the original bearer of his ancient name—speaks to him in a voice he can only describe as all knowing; omniscient like his archon.

“you seem troubled, “malipo” kinich,” it said and this makes kinich stop in his tracks. “do you not trust your little companion to bring you victory?”

kinich doesn’t answer immediately. he takes his time to weigh out the answers he could reply with. “trust is a strong word. we’re only bound by a contract after all. i’m simply weighing the chances of my gamble.”

the wayob chuckles, deep and fatherly. kinich felt his shoulders start to relax a little more as the wayob continued to speak to him. “bearers of the “malipo” name are often accompanied by saurian companions through thick and thin. some, if not all, of them had an unbreakable bond between them.”

“so i’ve heard,” kinich says, arms crossing over his chest as he questions, “but a lot of people have questioned your judgment because of it.”

kinich hears a chuckle again as he hears something akin to glass breaking in the distance. 

“i’m well aware, “malipo” kinich. which is why i’m glad,” when kinich looks up to the dark sky, hundreds of shattered fragments rain down on him but he doesn’t shield himself. he feels his heart beat a little faster when he catches sight of his body—lacking his bandana and gloves—land a few feet away from him.

“my judgment was proven right, once again.”

“wait–” but the wayob had lost its glow. kinich doesn’t get the chance to dwell on it further as his own body possessed by a small dragon is grabbing him by the shoulders and screaming at his face.

“consider yourself lucky that i see some value in you “malipo” kinich!” the dragon shouts as he raises his hand, the same hand he always uses to summon ajaw’s power before being blinded by a green glow. “consider this an investment! so you better bring in some profit or i’m taking your beloved as hostage!”

a persistent series of knocks on your front door rudely awakens you from your slumber. grumpily leaving your bed, you try to rub the sleep out of your eyes as you prepare yourself to berate whoever is at your door at this ungodly hour.

“what is it—”

“you win this time, human!” a small dragon screams at you. you blink a few times as you hold out both your hands for ajaw to land on as he huffs and obliges. “i’ve fulfilled my end of the deal, so you better keep yours!”

“please don’t tell me you actually made a deal with him…” when you look up, you feel tears threaten to spill from your eyes again. kinich stands there, a sheepish hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looks at you in distress. you let ajaw go and let your hands drift to kinich’s face, dragging them under his eyes and tracing over his lips as a ghost of a smile starts to form.

you chuckle in disbelief. “yeah, maybe i have.”

“i hope you know the consequences of your decision,” you sneak a peek at ajaw who has his little pixel arms crossed over his chest. you turn back to kinich, a smile on your lips as you tug him inside your not so empty home. “you’ll just have to wait and see.”

ajaw quietly watches as you make kinich some food, a homely ambience blankets the house as you and kinich catch up. he’ll never openly admit it, but he’s glad you agreed to his deal. he feels kinich’s eyes follow him like a hawk as he sits himself down on your shoulder. you offer him a spoon of food but he only huffs in decline. 

you’re waiting has paid off, though ajaw will never verbally admit. the other half of both your souls has come home and your statement was proven right: ajaw’s soul—as well as yours—will always wait for kinich to come home.

and kinich smiles, because like ajaw, he’ll never verbally admit how he’s been waiting for him to save him from the night kingdom all this time.

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[diz-eaze]

SANCTUARY. (soft yandere! wanderer x gn reader)

: written weeks after the release of inversion of genesis (2022).

; Wanderer loves you to the point where it sinks deep into your bones. For obsession and he are synonymous - there's hardly any difference in your eyes.

“To be loved is to be changed.”

WINTER DOES not come in Sumeru, as opposed to Snezhnaya where the icy breeze and pure white snow are everyday occurrences. In Sumeru, the air is humid and the sun blazes down with no mercy upon those treading the streets and grounds. The heat on some days is unbearable and the citizens loathe it. And between the biting frost of Snezhnaya or the sweat-inducing atmosphere of Sumeru, Wanderer does not know which one he’d prefer dying to. 

But one thing he’s sure of is that living life in Sumeru City feels normal, to the point he feels like it’s abnormal. It’s abnormal because someone like him - so embedded and stained with sin - should not be living life the way he is now. Someone like him does not deserve the leisure of strolling through the streets and calmly inspecting the fruits and vegetables the vendors have on sale, only to hear their grating voices urging him to buy as many as possible.

Someone like him, the Wanderer, does not enjoy this life of luxury - this sense of normality. Not when his sins bore deep into his soul and clutched on like an icky stain on his clothes - always there and reminding him of the atrocities he committed when he was still Scaramouche. 

He knows that he does not deserve the current leisure and freedom his life has right now, yet the benevolence of the Dendro Archon serves proof and weight that despite it all, she found kindness within her heart to allow him a chance to live - to flourish under the land of Dendro and her protection. The restoration of his memories and identity is his form of atonement, a journey that’ll span for years and centuries to come; of him bearing his sins.

Yet admittedly, he can’t help but feel a bit lost on what he’s to do now - he’s clueless. The Wanderer knows that he wants to explore the vast lands Teyvat has to offer, but he’d prefer to stay and linger around Sumeru for some time (to recuperate? To get his bearings together? He does not know). And as he watches the people of Sumeru live their lives, something deep within the deep void of his being aches and twists in agony.

He’s envious.

The Wanderer watches in envy, so much envy it consumes him whole, as he sees a child tugging on their mother’s sleeve, drawing her attention to a seller. He sees an Akademiya student lounging around in Puspa cafe, complaining to their classmate about upcoming deadlines and thesis defense. He eyes a man sheepishly picking out a bouquet of flowers, most likely a gift for his lover. He spots children haphazardly running around alleyways and how they avoid the nagging hands of the adults, urging them to stop. 

It’s like this every day, where The Wanderer idles around and watches countless people pass by him, taking in the mundane lives of such fragile, visionless humans as it invokes deep jealousy within him. These people may not have visions but they have things he can’t - to be human, to be complete, and to belong. 

Nahida, the ever-kind, advises him to stop gawking at humans so much. ‘It’s fine to be curious about their nature’ she said, ‘but to develop deep negative emotions is not beneficial at all. I suggest you cease your habit before it goes out of hand, you know the lengths you’ve gone to because of your hatred for humanity. I simply do not want history to repeat itself, nor to see you hurt. Have you tried cooking as an alternative? Or perhaps attending the Akademiya would suffice?’

He had brushed off her words of course because he knows his limits and where he stands - he’s something akin to a phantom, his identity should not exist within this quaint world and all previous traces of him have been erased through the Irminsul. He knows what he is and that yearning for a place to belong in the society of humans is nothing more than a mere pipedream. But he refuses to budge on his hobby of people-watching.

And so Nahida resorts to other methods, if he does not desire to learn cooking or to study in the Akademiya, then perhaps companionship is what he needed all along.

But companionship does not easily to The Wanderer - to be vulnerable is to be weak. To be loved is to shed all the hard layers and tear down the towering walls he built upon himself. It’s no easy feat, and he knows what humans are capable of doing in the name of greed - to hurt, to betray, and to break with no remorse. 

Deep down, as reluctant as he may be to admit it, he fears the concept of ‘love’. He knows love from the betrayals he faced, and experienced it, even. Love from his mother, or lack thereof. Love from his newfound friends, the warmth he felt at having an actual connection with humans. Love from the child he’d taken under his wing, the joy he had as he treated the child like a sibling. 

And he knows how love can destroy the entire being of a singular person. He knows what it’s like to live without love - a slow and suffocating death. The feeling of just drifting aimlessly and living for the sole purpose of revenge; to thrive on the feeling of hatred and chaos. Because as a Harbinger, he preferred it that way. Love was not a necessity he needed or wanted, and so he let the foolish yearn for such a measly thing while he walks the path of becoming a god. 

Even now, as Wanderer, he can’t say he fully embraces love. Nahida cares for him and knows that, to her, he’s more than some useful asset to her nation. But he does not know if she loves him or if her kindness to him is genuinely caring and he struggles to understand the concept of her taking care of him, the him who has been stripped of all power and social hierarchy from his position. 

‘Because we’re quite similar, more than you’d think’, her voice echoes in his mind. ‘And due to that, I’d like for us to treat each other as family. Do you not agree?’

‘Why?’ he recalls answering.

‘Why not.’ And he remembers the way the Archon struggled on her tippy toes, trying her best to pat his head. ‘I think you deserve to be loved.’

The Wanderer disagrees. He does not deserve love, in any shape or form. He does not need the love the Archon offers to him, and he knows that she’s trying to fill in the spaces and spots where his creator (mother) lacked - a proper parental figure. But, he has no need for it. Not when all is said and done. 

Love, like his want to be human, is just one of his many dreams. 

Somehow, his feet lead him inside the grand Akademiya, aimlessly wandering at a time when it’s nearing night. The scholars and researchers around know better than to apprehend a ‘person’ who does not don their traditional outfits - their Archon heeded that a man with an Anemo vision should not be bothered at all costs, after all. Thus, he has free reign to go over whatever the Akademiya has to offer. 

No one knows how and why Lesser Lord Kusanali shows such favoritism over someone they’ve never seen before, let alone someone who didn’t take part in the mission of rescuing her (if only they know that he was part of the problem, back then). But their Archon’s words are absolute and her personal affairs are none of theirs to pry into - so they nod obediently and refrained from letting their curiosity peaked. 

He walks the halls of the Akademiya, ready to depart soon. The sun has long set and the world is slowly being dyed in dark blue with the moonshine being its only source of light. It’s relatively quiet, the only notable sounds are his steps and the quiet chatter of lingering students. Wanderer makes a turn to the corner and meets someone he wasn’t expecting to; Nahida. 

Next to the Archon from his peripheral vision, he spots green, a particular shade of it, intertwined with white robes and finished off with gold linings. He knows that attire - it’s the Akademiya’s standard uniform, worn by all students (with some rare exceptions). Indigo eyes trail over to the owner of the robes and find a rather pretty face. But what’s unusual is for a student to be so buddy-buddy with the Archon herself, walking the halls of the Akademiya as if it’s a normal Tuesday afternoon. 

The Akademiya student is as normal as they can get; visionless, and pretty but not someone you would take a double glance at, they seem to be an Amurta student from the icon in their hat, and their lips are animatedly moving; clearly passionate about the topic at hand. His legs’ steady rhythm of walking comes to a stop; right in front of the duo. Their conversation is halted and the Akademiya student’s eyes are inquisitive as they take his appearance in. Scrutinizing.  

Nahida’s eyes light up and she greets him in good nature. “It’s been a while, Wanderer.” A few weeks, to be exact. “How has life been fairing for you? Did something in the Akademiya pique your interest?”

He indignantly scoffs, “As if.” 

Unfamiliar with their banter, the Akademiya student cuts in with a sharp edge to their tone. “I respectfully ask you to not talk to the Archon like that, Mister.”

Wanderer raises a brow, taunting as he takes a step closer to them. “Huh, and what is a visionless nobody like you going to do about it?”

The student steps forward, too. Brows furrowed, annoyance dancing in their eyes, and the Wanderer almost forgot how fun it is to rile people up. Their distaste for him paints a smirk on his lips. “Well, this visionless student is capable of-”

Nahida’s giggle is reminiscent of bell chimes as it cuts through their hostile exchange. She merrily claps her hands and her eyes hold a spark in them that the Wanderer knows is up to no good. This can only mean one thing; the Archon has thought of a mischievous idea and plans to execute it, possibly right now. 

The student’s posture straightens out and they stiffly turn to apologize profusely for causing trouble. “My deepest apologies, Lesser Lord Kusanali. I should have kept my emotions in check, rather than letting annoyance get the best of me.”

The Wanderer makes a point to roll his eyes in annoyance. “Whatever.”

Nahida sweetly smiles at them. “It’s fine, please don’t worry yourself over meaningless things, (Y/N). In fact, I think the two of you were quite amusing! It’s always a wonder to witness conflicts in real-time. It makes me ponder the different ways to resolve it, and how each factor contributed to starting the said conflict.”

“When you put it that way…” The student, now named (Y/N), nods resolutely at Nahida’s words - clearly absorbing any and every knowledge the God of Wisdom gives.

“Hmph, if you have nothing better to say, I’ll be on my way now.” Wanderer swivels and turns to make a swift exit, only to stop at the feeling of Nahida’s hand clutching onto one of his sleeves. 

“What.” He hisses out, red-lined eyes squinting at her dwarf figure - feeling like the God is onto something nefarious - no, he knows it. 

The Dendro Archon puts on her best puppy face and baby voice as she pleads to him. “Please walk (Y/N) to their apartment, it’s getting late now and I fear they might attract the wrong type of crowd -  or worse, encounter monsters.” 

(Y/N) gasps in utter disbelief, mortified at the prospect of their nation’s God pleading for a favor just for them. “Oh, dear Kusanali, there’s absolutely no need for that! I cannot fathom troubling you or that Mister over there. I’ll be fine, I assure you.”

But Nahida, as wise and smart as she may be, refuses to let go of her grip on the Wanderer’s sleeve. “Please, Wanderer? I simply hope to keep one of my citizens safe.”

“Lesser Lord Kusanali, it truly is fine! Please don’t trouble yourself over-”

“Please?”

Right now, she’s no different from a child near a temper tantrum -  and he would have laughed by now had it not been him who was the target of her schemes. 

There’s an ulterior motive to the Archon’s words and he can’t decipher what her exact intentions are, no matter how hard he tries to search for an answer on her face he comes up with point blank. Had it been anyone else, the Wanderer would not hesitate to give a middle finger and refuse them with no second thought. 

But Nahida is not just anyone, this is the God kind enough to allow him another chance at life; a way to pay for his sins. This is the guardian of Sumeru who treats him like he was born in this nation all his life. She is the Archon gentle and persistent enough to establish a genuine bond with him - this the same person that tips toes between the standing line of sister and mother in this new life of his. Nahida is the closest thing he has to a family. 

So, with a resigned sigh, he stares deep into (Y/N)’s eyes - as if he wants to peer into their soul. “Okay, fine. You win. I’ll escort them to their apartment.”

(Y/N) sputters in disbelief, at a loss for words while Nahida cheers, finally letting go of his sleeve. 

In hindsight, perhaps that day was the beginning of his fall. And he doesn’t know if the person to blame is (Y/N) or Nahida. 

In the first month of knowing (Y/N), Wanderer disregards them as someone close to the Archon he now serves - nothing more, nothing less. And maybe there is merit to be found in the way he thinks of them a little higher compared to an average human being, but that’s only because of their affiliation with Nahida. Purely because of Nahida.

When stripped away of their friendship with the benevolent Archon, they are merely a visionless student of the Akademiya - one of the many. A nobody that has nothing to stand out in a crowd. A pretty face, but not a face people would fight tooth and nail over. Intelligent and studious, but their research papers are nothing groundbreaking.

(Y/N) is not the odd one out, nor are they the showstopper - (Y/N) is simply mediocre.

So painfully mediocre that it baffles him as to why Nahida insists on him walking them back home every single night, without fail. Her cover-up of simply being concerned for (Y/N)’s safety weakens day by day as through the time he’s escorted them, there had been zero casualties. Not a monster in sight, and no drunkards harassing them either.

It’s clear to both Wanderer and the Archon that (Y/N) needs no protecting, not when they’re in the city of Sumeru - where the Matra are active day and night, patrolling the streets for the safety of people and to look out for any dubious scholars.

This begs the question and the reason for his confrontation with her right now; why insist?

“Spill it out already,” He sighs, exasperated with her antics as he corners Nahida inside the Sanctuary of Surasthana. “What are you trying to get out of this?”

“Haha…” Nahida forcibly laughs, aware that he now knows she’s planning something. Raising her tiny hands up in surrender, she smiles to placate him. “You’ve caught me!”

“That I do.” Wanderer doesn’t relent with his interrogation. “Well?”

“Well,” Nahida clears her throat, racking her brain for the best way to formulate her response without causing him to feel insulted or looked down upon. “I think they’re right for you - (Y/N), I mean.”

Wanderer arches a brow, prodding her to continue.

“I’ve thought about it for some months ever since I took you under my care; every day I asked myself; what is it I can do for him? For you to lose at least a smidge of that scowl on your face?” Nahida’s voice quiets down to a small whisper. “You watch people night and day without fail, and I’ve warned you that it might bring some negativity to your life. But you still continue to do so.”

“…What of it?” And Wanderer hates the way his voice edges on being weak, close to cracking and being vulnerable - because he will never fathom the lengths Nahida goes through just to make him comfortable living in her nation.

“You crave companionship and love, yet you’re unable to take the first step of initiating.”

“That’s because I don’t need to-”

“Yet you want to. You live off fear of rejection and abandonment, and I can’t have that - if I let you wither and ruminate in negative feelings then I will be no better than the previous people you’ve associated with.” Her small hands move to grasp his, akin to a mother comforting their child. “Wanderer, I’ve said this before and I will say it once more; I want you to flourish. I want you to find companionship and to find a place or someone you can call your home.”

A beat of silence passes before Nahida speaks again. “I want- no, I need you to be happy.”

“And the first step in doing that is to make friends, hence my insistence on you escorting (Y/N) home.” Nahida smiles, as comforting as the setting sun and as sweet as her favorite desserts. “It’s fine if you don’t end up being friends with them, let alone acquaintanceship, what’s important is taking the first step. There’s no rush in creating bonds, please don’t feel pressured that you have to be on good terms with them.”

“If it is fated, they will be your first friend in this incarnation of yours. If not, then there will be an inevitable time when you meet someone else.”

Wanderer scoffs, “If you are not my first friend, then what are you?”

He knows what she’s about to say, he just needs confirmation and reassurance that he’s not entirely alone in this lonely world of his.

Nahida giggles, “Your family, of course.” She childishly puffs out her cheeks, and Wanderer is reminded of the ill boy he took care of, many centuries ago. Ah, but what’s in the past must stay in the past.

He is not Kunikuzushi, Kabukimono, or Scaramouche - he is a Wanderer, a drifting phantom who serves the Dendro Archon in the nation of Sumeru.

“So please, at least try with (Y/N) before giving up?”

Wanderer furrows his brows and gives in. “Fine.”

Stars are brought forth in Nahida’s flower eyes as she claps in glee, letting go of his hands. “Oh! If that’s the case, then you have to know their interests and dislikes!”

“Is that not my job to wrangle out of them?”

“It’s to speed things up! This way, you’ll know what and which topics to avoid or lean into.” She skips around her pod, rummaging through trinkets Wanderer never even knew existed. Is this where Nahida stores information of whatever she deems fit, or is everything locked within the vast expanse of her mind?

That day, Wanderer spends the entire time getting his mind overloaded with information (courtesy of Nahida) about (Y/N), as if he was being prepared for a life-changing exam that determines his future and entire worth. It’s troublesome and Wanderer wants nothing more than to bail out of it.

But he promised that he’d try, promised that he’ll make an effort.

If he wants to belong, then he must put in the work.

Nahida’s words echo in his mind, once more. ‘I think you deserve to be loved.’

‘I think you deserve to be loved.’

‘I think you deserve to be loved.’

‘I think you deserve to be loved.’

Love.

…

If she must think so, then he must believe so.

Wanderer has always known he’s not one for conversations, especially those that entail past the surface level of getting to know a person. He wholeheartedly admits that being social is not a strong point of his - for socialization was not a requirement he needed to get stronger.

He somewhat regrets that sentiment now, walking side by side with the Akademiya student he’s been escorting for over a month, choked up on how to properly maneuver an interaction - at a loss for a conversation starter. Should he comment on the weather? Or maybe it would be preferable if he mentioned how their research progress is coming along? Or do they prefer topics that stray away from the Akademiya, instead preferring questions that entail their hobbies?

Ah, as expected, socializing is as taxing as ever.

But he must try, if not for him then for Nahida.

Taking a deep breath, Wanderer abruptly swivels around to face (Y/N), halting their quiet walk. “Uhm-,” His tongue stumbles for a second and he curses himself.

“Yes? Is there anything wrong?” (Y/N) is quick to voice out their concern, for Wanderer to say anything is no regular occurrence.

“No, there’s no such thing.” Wanderer is quick to shut them down, and he mentally cringes at the harsh way his tone came off. He must think of something - quick. “…The weather is quite, satisfactory.”

…

A deafening silence follows after his words, and it feels like even the annoying crickets have quieted down just for a brief moment.

He fights the urge to grit his teeth.

Wanderer feels like floating off the ground and retreating into Nahida’s Sanctuary, just to give her a piece of his mind, because in what part of her pea-sized brain thought that her plan would work out, thought that he’d be able to conver-

“Yes! It is indeed, uhm, satisfactory.” Akin to snapping out of a stupor, (Y/N) hurriedly agrees with him. Then they relax once more, taking their time to appreciate the skies above them. “It truly is a sight to see… the setting sun.”

Wanderer mutely agrees, copying their action and setting his indigo gaze up ahead. From the corner of his eyes, he sees (Y/N) staring like the sky was a form of miracle - it befuddles him so. “Do you like the sky? The sun, the moon, and the stars?”

(Y/N) glances at him for a brief second before it settles back into gazing up. Their tongue peeks out to wet their lips as if buying time to formulate an answer. “I suppose so, I appreciate them like just as normal people do.”

What qualifies as normal people? Wanderer scowls.

“I am not a student under Rtawahist, after all.” They finish, leveling their gaze to meet his. “How about you, do you like the sky?”

“…Neutral.” Comes his belated answer, lackluster and bleak, going back to looking up at the sky, letting silence befall them. So much for an attempt at conversation, he supposes.

His companion simply hums and basks at the moment as is. He dares not to acknowledge how pleasant their humming is, lest he be teased for it.

After a few moments, (Y/N) voices out, “As nice as this may be, I’m afraid I really must be going home soon. I do not intend to cut your sky-gazing short, so I’m fine with trekking alone.”

They dust off the particles on their clothing and send him an inquisitive look, waiting for his final verdict. But as if a lightbulb went off, their mouth makes an ‘O’ shape.

“Which reminds me, what caused you to pause our walk earlier? Is it truly just because of the weather, nothing else?”

Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Perhaps consulting friendship advice with the person he intends to befriend will benefit him more - if they laugh at his face and belittle him, then who will blame him for the sudden strong gust of wind?

You win some, you lose some when it comes to taking risks. And perhaps, the person in front of him is a risk he’s willing to take.

He opens his mouth, hesitant to voice it out - yet in the end the words tumble out like Pandora’s box. “I want to be friends with you.”

And (Y/N)’s breath must have been taken away by the Anemo Archon with the way their voice hitches. Caught off-guard. Not at all expecting his words.

Their eyes widen and suddenly Wanderer feels scrutinized - like a butterfly with its wings pinned, like a bacteria under a microscope, like a slime being inspected. It’s foreign, to feel this way.

Then at long last, they finally say something. A measly, “Oh.”

Wanderer’s eyebrows pinch, and he scoffs incredulously. “Oh?” He echoes. Taunting and meant to resonate with them - because what do they mean by ‘oh’?

“Ah! It’s not like that, I was just caught surprised, my apologies!” (Y/N) placates him and tries to describe their distress by making vague and wild hand motions - in which it’s just them waving around blindly, overcome by distress.

“It’s just that,” they sigh. “I didn’t expect you’d want to be friends with me, to be truthful with you.”

Wanderer furrows his brows even more. “Why is that?”

“You always seemed so closed off when it comes to,” They vaguely gesture to the space between them. “This. Like you’re above making friends, which I guess is true - if Lesser Lord Kusanali’s words about you are anything to go by.”

So Nahida has been talking about him to (Y/N), and he jeers at the thought. He stays quiet, sensing that (Y/N) isn’t quite done yet.

“But don’t get me wrong.” They take a step forward. “I’m not against it, if anything, I’m delighted at the prospect. To be sincere with you, I don’t have many friends at the Akademiya. Research always takes up too much time, and-”

They pause, sensing their voice becoming vulnerable. “And, In the Akademiya, friendships are incredibly fragile. All it takes is one incompetence in a partner study before it crumbles.”

Wanderer finishes it for them. “It’s frightening.”

(Y/N) nods, “Indeed.” Their eyes peer up at him, hopeful, and a smile is threatening to break out. “Which is why, I don’t mind.”

“I wouldn’t mind being friends with you if you tell me your name,” Their smile blooms like flowers on a field, joyful.

Perhaps, Nahida had been right. He does need a friend, this person - (Y/N) - in particular.

And Wanderer feels like Icarus, with the way he’s flying too close to the sun - hands and wings reaching out to reach the impossible.

He feels it prickling at the back of his mind, this impending sense of doom. That all good things will come to an end.

Just like Icarus, he knows he’s bound to burn and crash. Knows that after the high, he will be left trying to stay up float in the middle of the ocean - but if it’s your doing, then he does not mind. Not one bit.

Like a stamped seal to an envelope, he gifts you the name he had thought was long discarded.

“Kuni.” He gazes at them with triumph in his eyes - a cat that got the cream. “Call me Kuni.”

Months fly by like the wind, and before he knows it, Wanderer has known (Y/N) for half a year.

Having one, sole friend inescapably ends up with his life revolving around theirs - unknowingly or not. After becoming wholly and fully comfortable with (Y/N), Wanderer accompanies them morning, noon, and night; up until he bids them goodbye at their front porch. Nahida would compare him to a leech, or better yet, a parasite - had the comparison not leave her fighting for her life should she bring it up to him.

Nevertheless, it’s an amusing sight. And for the first time in a long, long while, Nahida feels like she’s done something to help a citizen of Sumeru. If his actions are anything to go by, the Wanderer is content now, for now, at least. He’s stopped his habit of people-watching, not when his time is occupied with (Y/N). He no longer lingers around the Bazaar with heavy feelings of envy.

While he’s reluctant to admit it, Wanderer is the closest thing to being happy as of now.

And if he’s happy, then Nahida is overjoyed. Nahida roots for him behind the scenes, pushes him to attend some of the Akademiya lectures, makes him create the occasional political paper to submit and publish, and urges him to help out (Y/N) in academics - essentially turning him into a student of the Akademiya, just for the opportunity to spend more time with his newfound friend.

And Wanderer huffs and puffs, complains and sneers all he wants in the face of Nahida, but they both know that he appreciates the lengths she’s going to for his friendship. He had always shown appreciation in the most unorthodox ways, after all. As words have never been his strong suit, never had, and never will.

So when Nahida sees him and (Y/N) exit one of their shared lectures, oblivious to the world around them and too engrossed in their conversation - Nahida opts to cheekily smile and leave them be.

Because Nahida doubts that friends look at friends the way he does with (Y/N).

(Y/N) is Kuni’s self-proclaimed best friend (and unknowingly, his only one). The person he sticks with when he occasionally shows up to the lectures, the person he eats breakfast, lunch, and dinner with, the person he immediately goes to partner up with when needed, and the person he consults to beta read his political papers.

To be frank, (Y/N) is the moon that revolves around him, the earth.

(Y/N) orbits around him like a buzzing bee, like an axis. And people would usually ridicule them, for they are blind with the way Kuni returns these actions albeit in a more concealed, hidden manner. Because while (Y/N) may be the one orbiting around him, Kuni could never fathom the thought of his eyes looking anywhere else but at theirs.

Because truthfully, you are more than the moon to him. You are the axis of his universe, the reason why there's a sun, the solution why life thrives, and the answer to every question he has.

(A thought lingers in the back of his mind every time he gazes at you, like a bee’s buzz.)

(That perhaps, everything he ever suffered for was all to meet you. That all the pain and betrayals he faced was the price he had to pay just to welcome you into his life. If that had been the case, then it all makes sense now. Because he’d go through hell and back if it means ensuring that he’ll meet you in the next life, and the life after that, and lives following after)

Kuni is not stupid, he knows that his relationship with you at this point tip-toes between the thin line of friends and lovers. More than friends, but not quite lovers.

Yet like a chicken hesitating to cross the road, like a coward scared of taking a leap - he’s scared to cross the line and furthering his relationship with (Y/N) into a romantic territory. And so, he bids his time and contents with himself by being a friend.

Because that’s what he is, a good friend. And he dares not to ruin the Sanctuary he’s find within their presence - a haven he’s not willing to risk.

But who’s to say he can’t adore them?

The amount of his love is something that can't be contained in his body, because his love shows in everything he does - bleeds through his every action, most especially when it’s done for the sake of helping (Y/N).

His love shows in the way he puts in care, it shows in the way he handles their requests and favors with utmost delicacy, showcases in how he’d always prioritize what (Y/N) wanted over everything else - because that’s love. Love makes people fools, and he’s hopelessly captivated by someone who laughs at the most ridiculous things and looks like the most ethereal person he’s ever had the grace to chance upon.

And everything he does now, is all for them. Had always been for them.

(He became a reluctant Akdemiya because that’d mean he’d be in the same environment with (Y/N). He tones down his aggressive nature with his fellow peers in fear he’d drag down their reputation. He works hard on his political analysis papers in hopes of impressing them and indirectly giving them credits. (Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N).

(Y/N).)

Today, he had chosen you accompany them along star-gazing. Kuni had never been one for Astrology, but if it means to be with them, then he can pretend to at least be interested in whatever that fake sky entails.

The soft, muted steps of their shoes repeatedly sound out against the ground as they work toward their destination - Kuni not far behind. With the night sky blanketing over Sumeru, and most of its occupants soundly asleep, Kuni feels content as he feels the cool air hit his exposed skin.

This slow, walking pace of them both has him appreciating Sumeru - in a way he never had before. He has never noticed the certain way that small field of flowers near the village was planted, had only noticed the amount of Sumpter beasts increasing in number as they near the Rainforests, and just now noticed how good (Y/N) looks basking under the moonlight.

Its light paints them like an ethereal and unattainable piece of art, and it reminds Kuni of the painting back in Fontaine. If (Y/N) had been a Fontaine painting, then he’d drop whatever fortune was necessary just to obtain them.

Soon enough they arrive at their destination, atop a mountain, with no sweat broken due to the cold air. (Y/N) moves to set up their workspace and babbles about how they’re doing this for a friend of theirs - Kuni can barely recall, Lilac, was it?

Kuni should feel guilty - should feel shame with the way (Y/N)’s words are going in one ear and out in the other, but he can’t help it. Not when they look like a dream just mere inches away from him.

And he stares.

Stares, until (Y/N)’s eyes catches his own and they just smile his way - all sweet and addicting all the same, reminiscent of all things good in this world - before returning back to getting the Astrolabe to work.

And fuck, he’d always known since day one that he’d inevitably become entangled with (Y/N), to the point where he begins and where they end are discernable. But shit, the feeling itself - the sheer realization hits him all at once and it’s so overwhelming. In the best way possible - in the most liberating method and it fuels life into him like it’s pumped gas.

Kabukimono, Kunikuzushi, Scaramouche, Wanderer (but most especially Wanderer, because he’s the carnation that met (Y/N) ) - all pieces and bits and fragments of himself, all his incarnations; past, present, and future are irrevocably, deeply, devastatingly in love with (Y/N).

He loves them as a friend, a best friend, a soultmate, a partner, a lover, a spouse, a partner in crime, and fated match. He loves them in every possible way.

It’s like every cell of his lit up on fire at that thought alone, and he wonders if his creator made him to love this monstrous way or is this just how he truly loves, like a monster, like a beast?

He loves (Y/N) - loves them so much he’d repeatedly say it until he’s bleed his throat dry and broken his voice box. Wants to show it to the point where he’d turn Teyvat in and itself upside down just to prove it. Because those measly Inazuman novels could never capture this feeling of love, pales in comparison, even - the all encompassing feeling that swallows and envelopes him whole with no room to breathe - just overloading on them, them, them.

He’d stop time and space, rewrite over the irminsul over and over again, bleed and cut his body, traverse the Abyss for archons know how long - just to see them smile, just to see a spark of joy in their eyes. Just to keep the flame in (Y/N)’s iris alive and burning.

Because (Y/N) are the stars that decorate his night sky, the shining beacon to his bleak life. The light to his shadow. He is him, and they are them; two halves of a greater whole. Great by itself but better when together.

And he gazes at them with pure love and bliss in his indigo eyes - looks at them like they’re all he’s ever known, as they continue to map out the placements of the stars. In this moment, Kuni makes a silent prayer to Nahida (a silent thank you, for everything she’s done for his sake, because had it not been for her then he never would have met them).

For there are stars and galaxies swirling within their eyes as they gaze up at the night sky and he can't help but think that love has never felt this good.

Love has never felt this addicting.

But he wants it all the same - wants (Y/N) and their love, and everything else they have to offer. Wants it all with nothing, lest a crumb, left. Their laugh he’d die for, their smile he’d kill for, and their love he’d sacrifice for.

(In the quiet of the night, “I love you.” slipped past his lips as he basks in every feeling of bliss known to man - whether (Y/N) had heard him or not, does not matter, there plenty more opportunities to repeat his word.)

Because he is nothing but a mere seeker for his Sanctuary.

[kinichval]

haiiii ;3 can i request kinich and a reader who’s like half siren? like in h20 where when they’re dry they have legs and mualani finds her injured and keeps her in the springs and one night when he goes to see her she’s singer and he like falls in love? i’m not the best with ideas but ignore if you don’t want to lol

hi !! ty for requesting :3 i love the idea so i gave it a shot. i'm not deep into the siren mythology so i switched the lore and tried my best writing this one < 3

"you can't just take in a random stranger in your house just because they're injured, mualani."

"but they were suffering and needed urgent help!"

"then, you should've taken them to the clinic. who knows how severe their injuries are or if they have good intentions."

the conversation of your savior and a stranger stirs you awake from your slumber, eyes fluttering open as your mind gradually processes that it is time to get up. well, maybe if your legs weren't a bit impaired then standing up would've been useful.

except you're not in the best shape as you found yourself tangled in washed-ashore seaweed causing you to trample over rocks and bruising your legs; this means that you can not transform back to your siren appearance (and vice versa if your tail was injured). thank archons, your ridiculous situation ended soon when a kindhearted mualani decided to tend your injuries.

you were honest with your true self with mualani, believing in your instincts that she is as kind as she shows herself to be. like you, she was one with the waters, a soul that's tied to the flow of the oceans and destined to live freely just as the waters liberty to just be.

in the silence of mualani's shelter where you rest and heal, there's the envy creeping up in your heart that you desperately want to repress. but no, it makes itself known for you are not like mualani.

mualani is a free-spirited surfer, an adventurer of the seas; while you were a siren shunned out by society, viewed as a menace and a threat to the land's safety. kill a siren on sight before they destroy your life is what the people would say.

but you do not have the heart to decline her kindness, rather you want to see her heart as a chance to be seen by humans in a different light. because if mualani can, then why can't they?

still, you uphold the value that your mother had instilled in you; there's no point in proving your kindness when they do not believe in your existence. so you remain hidden within the confines of mualani's home, waiting for your injury to subdue until you're able to become siren again.

"kinich, this is yn. yn, this is 'malipo' kinich." mualani introduced you to a trusted friend of hers with enthusiasm high enough to reach the heavens. simply, you give the dendro user a nod and a gentle smile, he returns the gesture with a civil nod of acknowledgement. kinich's reserved attitude is intimidating, given that mualani is the only human you had ever interacted with, you're confused how human relations work and whether the land culture is different from those who reside under the waters.

you trust that mualani hasn't let a word out about your identity, yet it doesn't assure you when you feel the man's skepticism clawing at your skin as if he's ready to capture you the moment he confirms your true nature.

or maybe you're just overthinking.

kinich never intended for his lingering stare to feel like a dagger pointed at your neck, on the contrary, he harbors the curiosity to learn about you. he often finds how his mind wanders off to mualani's newfound friend whenever the usually occupied space in his head is vacant. who is she? why is he so subconsciously adamant on knowing her? only he fails to grasp a clear picture of reason as to why the voices inside his head are telling him to seek at least a fragment of her soul.

"mualani, thank you for taking care of me."

as a parting token, you granted mualani to experience your siren form. the two of you are within the privacy of the springs that only a few ever come to visit under the moonlit night sky.

your heart sinks at the thought of returning back to the deep, uncertain if you shall ever come up to the surface once your clan learns about your predicament knowing that despite you were well taken care of, they will only emphasize the what-ifs and assert the dangers of a siren caught on land.

natlan's springs are peaceful. you requested to have time in the waters for yourself the next night; promising that when morning comes, you are off to return to the ocean where you belong. but right now, you are neither your ascribed identity or whom you want be, you are just part of the waters.

cold air hits your skin, you lightly splash the water with your luminescent tail and softly smile at the quietness. sometimes, the water doesn't have to be constantly flowing, staying still is alright.

in the midst of your solitude, you hum a tune that your mother used to lull you to sleep when you were a young siren. your voice mimics the gentleness of a mother's love, a cradling feeling of tenderness and comfort. slowly, it shifts to a song, your voice becoming louder and alluring.

and just like a serenade, your song had captivated a certain saurian hunter's attention, he stands on the opposite edge of the spring right across where you were situated in. your eyes still closed and immersed in your enchanting euphony.

"i believe i'm not under a spell, but allow me to compliment your melody. may i stay here and listen?"

kinich fixes his composure, hiding the nervousness inside his pocket. but oh, the moonlight acts like a spotlight on your figure, your true nature completely open for him to realize that you are not human at all.

but kinich isn't fazed, neither does he yield the urge to capture you in exchange for the prestige that comes with catching a siren alive.

"are you not afraid?"

instead, you were the one afraid, wrapping your arms around your torso as if it's any help in shield your true form from his green and amber eyes.

"i'm fascinated. you are a beauty."

at this point, kinich does not intend to supress his longing need for you. he's conscious and sober, implying that a siren's song is not all about luring prey into the waters.

sometimes, just like yn, a siren's song is an open book to her innermost thoughts and heartbeat's poems. it doesn't need to hold words for kinich to depict the sentiments carried into the wind as she sings; to be known, to be understood.

"may i stay with you for tonight?"

this time, you wish for the moon to stay in its place, for time to pause, and for kinich to stay in the springs with you.

[kefiteria]

reading scaramouche x dendro archon reader is like watching a paper boat drift lazily down a gentle stream, carried by the soothing current (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)🩷

green thumb

request from anon - "requests for dendro!reader and scara? aaaa maybe a small scenario/set of hcs or something, where the reader teaches scara how to be patient with plants n stuff? gardening? maybe they guide his hands with theirs when he’s being a little… aggressive? something to do with the nurture of plants, maybe?"

a/n - gugughgh this is the cutest thing ever oh my godhggbfk i'm MELTING /pos !!! you got it nonnie, one gardening post coming right up! :D

S/O IS THE DENDRO ARCHON VOL 2 (KAEYA, SCARAMOUCHE, AND DAINSLEIF) (would help for context if you’ve read scaramouche's part in this before reading this drabble!)

pairing - scaramouche x DENDRO ARCHON!gender neutral reader

word count - 2014

genre - fluff

format - headcanons + drabble

warnings - skinship, established relationships, spoilers for scaramouche's identity (found in the 2.1 archon quest), not beta read! (might be some editing errors)

summary - in an attempt to further his bond with you, scaramouche takes it upon himself to learn the art of caring for flowers

"gentle" isn't exactly a word that scaramouche would describe himself with

he didn't concern himself with keeping up appearances that didn't paint him as a terrifying force to be reckoned with

after all: he's the sixth harbinger, and a harbinger who appears weak loses their authority and power

but there's a slight exception: you

all he really had to do was let his lithe fingers brush against the cool crystal of the gem that clung to his earlobe and he'd be red in the face and soft in the eyes

not even factoring in that your touch drove him to the brink of insanity and back

and though you've shown him nothing but beautiful blue skies and lingering morning touches bathed in sweet honey, he can't help but feel like he hasn't done very much for you

it's always him who stumbles in at precarious hours, all bloodied and bruised and asks you to heal him with you vision

and it's you who takes initiative to touch and hold him; to form beautiful flowers from your hands and weave them through his locks

compared to him you were softer than the delicate petals of a rose and somehow seemed to read him like an open book

though he'd never admit to the insecurities that ate him up alive at night when he's tangled up in your arms, he still resolves himself to try and do something for you

because though he struggles to show it: he really does love you more than anything else in this wretched world

continued utc!

you adored your flowers; adored the sweet smell of roses in their brightest bloom and little daffodils that begun to sprout from the green grass of the estate's land. on days that he was able to return home to your arms, he'd usually watch from afar as you tended to your ever-growing field of flowers and timbering trees that you had sprouted from the ground with careful hands and attentive eyes shrouded in a mossy hue.

scaramouche had never truly known what beauty and mysticality were until he laid eyes upon you in your craft; threads and spools of vines crawling up from the ground to weave around your arms and nestle at your shoulders where fluffy, snow-white birds sat chirping cheerfully away at your ears. divinity was scorned and scorched in his eyes; the picture of malice yet you were no gentler than the roll of ocean waves at the crack of dawn.

and it was that picture—your stunning visage bathed in the glow of nature that made his heart pound and throb against his chest.

if only being close to nature made him feel the same way that you do.

"these cursed," he scowled as he threw the cloth satchel of seeds to the ground, "wretched-" this time, the gardening trowel was flung to the earth, "ridiculous plants!"

the small bed of dirt he had dug up in the backyard was perfect in every sense except for the practical sense—practical being that the grown tulips he'd bought were accidentally ripped by the stem from their roots and now useless (since no one had informed him that yes, the roots are crucial). the soil he'd bought from a wandering merchant seemed rancid and unusable, the ferns delivered from natlan had wilted by the time they reached inazuma, and the rose seeds he bought had troublesome caring instructions that would put even a fontanian engineer to shame.

despite wanting to produce something of note for you, who could grow an entire field of flowers with a wave of your hand, it seems he failed in his task and that fact alone made his blood boil.

"darling? what are you doing?"

he whipped his head around to find you standing with a curious look on your face, arms crossed over the span of your chest as you tried to peer at the work he had done in the yard with a smile on your face.

"nothing, i am doing absolutely nothing." he grumbled and rose from the ground to face you with a scowl, "shouldn't you be out right now? or did you finally get tired of that puny, little town?"

"now, now," your hand rose to tenderly smooth back the frazzled strands of hair that fell in his face, "don't talk so rudely about the people, my love. i simply got what i needed in town and returned home early. though, this is quite the surprise. haven't you said before that gardening is a task far below a harbinger?"

"i've said many things before." he mumbled as he drew you close and pressed a kiss to the gem that hung from your ear, letting his fingers skim just over the shell of your ear.

"that you have. well, are you going to explain to me what you're doing, or will you continue glaring at my poor trowel?" you giggled and pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek.

he chewed the inside of his cheek and cast his eyes to the side, unable to meet your gaze. how low he's sunken—one of the most feared harbingers now a bumbling fool in love who couldn't admit to his defeated feat before you.

"love? what's happened?" your thumb brushed airily beneath his eye and quelled the nervous jumping of his stomach.

he muttered lowly, "i wanted to plant flowers for you," before planting his head into the juncture where your shoulder and neck met.

"oh my, is that all?" he felt you heave a sigh breathily—most likely out of relief—and sank further into his arms, "why didn't you ask me? you know that's an area i'm proficient in."

"i...i wanted...i-," he sucked in a harsh breath through gritted teeth before pulling his face from your neck and gripping your shoulders within his hands. there was no doubt that his face was burning bright red but he'd always push aside his pride for you.

"i wanted to show you that i love you!"

a beat passed, then two, and suddenly he was regretting his honesty and the silence was far too loud for his ears. the noon sun beat down on his skin and made him want to crawl underground and burrow.

"scaramouche, my love, look at me. let me see your eyes." you called for him just under your breath, hands moving to cup his cheeks and tilt his head towards you.

a tender expression blanketed your face, eyes swimming with an unshed gloss of tears and a warbled smile on your face,

"you always, always show me you love me," he nearly hummed beneath your touch; your hands felt so warm and smooth as they caressed his face and brushed aside the sweaty bangs that stuck to his forehead.

"and if i've ever given you reason to doubt that you do then i'm truly so sorry-"

"no! nothing like that." scaramouche scowled, tongue desperately trying to find the words to convey to you what he meant.

"you're so unlike me—so kind and warm, and i am...i..."

"you worry that i don't receive the same affection from you just because of our different displays of it?"

curse you for reading his mind—he'd have to hound you later on whether or not all the archons (or former archons, in this case) held the divine power to read minds.

"don't forget—wisdom is not only academic, it's also personal." you giggled and placed the palm of your hand onto his chest. he scowled but he hoped you knew that he wasn't mad or irritated, not with the way the tips of his ears glowed.

"you little minx," he jeered and pinched the soft of your cheek with a malicious grin on his face, "you could've spared me the formalities if you knew what i was saying and i would've made you squirm instead."

he bit back a laugh when you squealed and gently hit his knuckles to yield his pinches of doom.

"well i am your minx after all." you mumbled with a smile as you rubbed your cheek to soothe the dull ache.

"that you are, never forget it."

he took your hand within his despite the dirt that dusted them and ran his thumbs along your knuckles.

"scaramouche, do you know how loved i feel when i'm with you?" you hummed and squeezed his hands.

before he could reply, you urged him to stoop down to his poor, sorry excuse of a flower bed and picked up a rose seed from the discarded cloth bag with your free hand.

"you may not tell me you love me verbally, but i can feel it in how you hold me and all that you do for me—like that time you demanded that poor fontanian painter redo my painting because apparently she got my eyes wrong." you giggled at the snarl that spread across his face.

"what, you think i would let her depict you in any other way than you are? ridiculous, the nerve of that painter. i should've had her blacklisted from the industry." he grumbled and squeezed your hand.

"see?" you bumped your shoulder with his and smiled, "that is how you show me love. and that is how i feel your love. you may consider yourself no more than a puppet but i know that your heart is tender and kind and so full of love. i only wish that you have more faith in yourself as well, my love."

the rose seed in your hand began to glow a gentle green—it suddenly shot up, a spark of green from the seed, and blossomed so quickly into a beautiful, healthy, purple rose.

"this," you peered at him with hearts engraved in your eyes as you gestured to the rose, "is how you make me feel. forever and always."

it was uncharacteristic of him to get shy, and surely if he had his hat he'd use it to cover the blush that spread across his face as you tucked the thornless rose behind his ear. a "thank you" was on the tip of his tongue and yet he couldn't muster enough strength to say two little words that most likely would've meant so much to you.

but somehow you seemed to know either way, and he'd take a guess that you'd managed to study all his body and the language it speaks well enough to know what his mind speaks.

you tossed the bag of seeds to him and squeezed his hand, "would you like to help me plant the rest of these, darling?"

"if you insist i must." grumbled as his response might be, his heart was overjoyed and there was no denying the small smile that embedded itself onto his lips.

any time he felt the doubt of his worth crawl back up to bite and tingle at the nape of his neck, he remembered this moment: the moment where, as he flung the tulip with no roots to the ground in the heat of frustration, you stood beside him, moved behind him, placed your hands over his to guide him to plant the tulip with much more gentle hands than he would've ever done so as you breathed life back into the tulip and regrew its roots.

similarly, you breathed life back into him and allowed him to grow new roots within your arms.

from that moment on, scaramouche often accompanies you when you delve into your craft and return outside to garden

sure, he's not the handiest of men with flowers and your poor, poor cecilias are sometimes squashed unknowingly between his hands (because what harbinger can really control their strength?)

but he learns and he's quick to learn when your hands take his and guide him to be gentle with fresh daisies and soft ferns

and just like the spring that comes and brings new winds on the horizon, he finds himself falling more and more in love with the god who smiles among their flowers and sings songs to both him and the turtle doves that sit just outside his window

date published: april 7th, 2022

[primalsouls]

your eyes

'malipo' kinich x m!reader

I don't care how long it takes As long as I'm with you I've got a smile on my face

theme: general, fluff

warning: none, i think, maybe a bit ooc?

summary: (name) has been crushing on a certain saurian hunter for a while already and wayna was getting tired of just watching him stare at the hunter with loving eyes with no plans of making a confession. just how long until kinich notices?

notes: got some inspiration lol i finally got kinich a couple of nights ago xD I was so happy, so I started writing this fic for him lol hope you like it! reblog & comments, any feedback is appreciated!

(colored) eyes stared at the back of a certain saurian hunter. he was talking to one of the tribe’s elders. (name) sighed. a longing gaze watching the dendro user walk away with a small bag of mora in his hands, his annoying companion yapping away beside him about any little trait he could use to berate the other. with kinich out of sight, (name) returned to sorting through a box full of gems but another figure blocked his way, startling the young seller.

“you keep staring at him like that, he’ll feel holes burning in the back of his head.” joked the tribe's chief Wayna, a playful smirk displayed on his features. (name)’s cheeks burned, a pinkish hue decorating across them. “c’mon, when are you going to tell him? you’ve been pinning him since the day you came from Inazuma.” wayna added with a tilt of his head and his arms crossed firmly over his chest. (name) glared at him lightly, smacking the chief’s arm while gesturing to shush. 

“shut up! you can’t say that aloud.” (name) huffed, walking over to the chief to return to his latest shipment. part of him regretted telling wayna about his secret crush on the dendro hunter. well, more like the older man found out within the first few weeks after (name) arrived in huitztlan and got rescued by kinich and the self-centered dragonlord k'uhul ajaw in a near-death attack by some of the wild saurians. Wayna, of course, teased the inazuman merchant for a while about his little secret crush on the hunter after promising not to spill it out to anyone else, especially on kinich, or worse, ajaw. but wayna was getting a little tired of the electro user just staring at the guy whenever he was around. it had been almost half a year since (name) came to natlan. he was surprised kinich didn’t sense those yearning glances… yet. maybe he already noticed but doesn’t bother looking into it. maybe he didn’t. wayna was curious now. 

wayna sighed, shaking his head. “young people these days.” he said, looking over the seller roamed through his shipment. “you two aren’t staying any younger. you should confess, (name).”

“and for what? to get rejected? get made fun of and berated by the oh-so-great dragonlord k’uhul ajaw?” (name) said through gritted teeth, annoyance sipping into his tone. “i’ve rather died in the night kingdom than confess my feelings to kinich.” wayna winced at the last part of (name)’s statement. not wanting to get electrocuted, wayna simply patted (name)’s head and walked away to attend to other matters in the tribe. the merchant clicked his tongue before moving around his little shop to display the new various gems he received from kirara. as he pulled out another small box with more gems stored inside it, (name) noticed a pretty gem that had a familiar color of a familiar pair of eyes. oh, great. now kinich was beginning to affect his line of work. maybe he should confess… but how? no, maybe he shouldn’t. his feelings are only going to get hurt and he would have no choice but to move back to inazuma. archons, his mind tends to be exaggerating. 

(name) shook his head. maybe next time. when he has enough courage to confess his pining feelings. 

the gem matching kinich’s eyes was too pretty. (name) had no choice but to make it into a bracelet. it looked beautiful. just like kinich. ugh. he just can’t get rid of him. The saurian hunter kept plaguing his mind every day and night. his heart raced at just the mention of his name. (name) frowned. he put the bracelet away in his pockets as he walked down the dirt path leading to the scions of the canopy. he was still a long way from home. (name) had a delivery he needed to do personally, to make the gems the customer asked for delivered safely and he did so by delivering them himself. he should have just hired kirara. it was a long walk. too long. 

“you pathetic, lizard-brain worm! you dared tried to defy the almighty dragonlord k’uhul ajaw!? you truly dared to invite the wrath of the almighty dragonlord k’uhul ajaw, a sovereign of the nation of flames!”

(name) paused. he recognized that voice. that aggravating voice. even from this distance, he could feel it getting under his skin. but if ajaw was nearby… does that mean he was too?

biting his lower lip back, (name) debated eavesdropping into their conversation. he shouldn’t but… archons, he sounded like a creep thinking this, he wanted to see kinich. it had been almost a week since he last saw him. it was just a little glance. that’s all. 

quietly walking over behind a tree, (name) peeked over the trunk. ah, there he was. standing tall with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed as he let ajaw talk his ears off. but it wasn’t just him there. the legendary traveler and their companion paimon were there, too. (name) honestly didn’t pay attention to the other three. His longing gaze was set on the dark-haired dendro user. 

wow. how can a human being like him be so pretty and strong-willed?

(name) sighed with a heavy heart and blinked. but when he looked over to where kinich stood, said hunter was gone. oh, no. the other three were still arguing with one another, so where had kinich gone to?

“i’ve seen the way you look at me when you think i don’t notice.” a voice spoke lowly behind him. (name) let out a small, frightened shout at the sudden presence of kinich behind him. his eyes widened. his face flushed brightly. his words quickly registered into his mind before shaking his hands in defend. 

“wha-wha-what are you ta-talking about?” (name) cursed mentally for his nervous stutter, his (colored) eyes looked anywhere but at the saurian hunter. 

“that longing look in your eyes… noticed it for a while now.” kinich answered, uncrossing his arms as he took a step closer to (name), who instead took a step behind. and they continued for a bit until his back met the tree, kinich never breaking eye contact. 

(name)’s brows furrowed, his anxious gaze staring down at the ground beside him. a hand went into his pocket where the bracelet was, trying to see comfort from it. 

getting no response back, kinich tilted his head as he leaned his face closer to (name). he was a few inches taller than him, finding the little height difference endearing. “started noticing it after the first month you stayed in the canopy. the way you have this yearning look in your eyes. they’re always set on me. you wouldn’t even flinch whenever i caught your stare.” oh, no. (name) inwardly groaned. he must have zoned out as he stared openly at the claymore wielder. the merchant wanted to dig a hole and died in it out of embarrassment. so kinich knew for half a year. how humiliating. 

“i-i didn’t mean to… i’m sorry. i just, um.. I…” (name) was at a loss for words. he was sure his face was as red as those dendrobiums that appeared around the shipwrecks in nazuichi beach. his heart beat so fast, he was afraid it was going to burst out of his chest. part of him hoped so to avoid this worst-case scenario. 

kinich shook his head at the unfinished apology. “there’s no need to say that.” he started, his own gaze now looking at the tree behind (name)’s back. “i’ve…been having the same longing look, too… towards you. for a while now.” kinich said, pulling himself together to look into (name)’s eyes, after said seller found the courage to do so too. he stared down at the other with a small intense look in his eyes before shifting his gaze back towards the trio he left behind. “i’m not busy right now. ajaw is busy with a couple of behavioral teachers right now, so… would you like to take a walk back to the canopy?” kinich offered his arm towards (name). The electro user stared at him in shock before smiling timidly, taking his arm in his own. 

“that will be lovely.” (name) had a feeling wayna would be too surprised the moment they arrived at the tribe. his smile grew a bit, already feeling the teasing miles away. at the very least, things turned out in a good light, unlike what his overthinking mind had clouded inside his head. (name) was happy with this outcome.