#genshin impact

[whichzwitch]

🫧🪸🐟

[hagihino]

[celestemona]

⋆˙⟡ — FOUR TIMES MUALANI SUSPECTED SOMETHING WAS GOING ON (AND ONE TIME SHE WAS RIGHT)

pairing: kinich x reader

cw: no pronouns mentioned. ajaw is in a vacation. slight but not slight pda. mualani overreacting but she is a sweet. best friends trio. pyro vision reader mentioned. not beta-read.

reblogs and comments are appreciated ♡

Mualani knew Kinich and you were friends—close best friends, just like you two were with her—but lately, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. 

It started with little things, almost too subtle to be noticeable but somehow it didn’t escape from her perception. Things like how Kinich, ever the quiet guy, had begun lingering a little too long when he talked to you, or how you’d run all your way to the Scions of the Canopy's village just to welcome him back after a mission. 

At first, she didn’t pay too much attention thinking you guys were just being more affectionative and caring to each other. However, as time passed by, it has been shown to be more than a mutual friendly appreciation and certainly beyond a mere coincidence. 

I.

The first time Mualani noticed something different was in an early morning by the coast, watching the waves curl and crash. She often started her day stretching at the shore and riding the first waves of dawn. But this time, as she rounded a cliff, she spotted Kinich and you sitting on a rock overlooking the sea. The two of you were close enough that your arms brushed every time the wind picked up.

Kinich’s usual stern expression was softer than usual. Mualani squinted at you suspiciously. Were you... holding hands?

She jogged closer, but just as she got near enough to say something, Kinich quickly stood up, putting a considerable distance between you and himself. “You're up early,” he said, his voice in its usual calm.

You smiled warmly. “Hey girl! How are the waves? We were just discussing about it.”

Mualani tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. “You were? Really?”

You let out a light and confusing laugh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Of course.”

She didn’t quite buy it, but you didn’t give her any reason to push further. “Well, the waves are good today! You guys joining?”

Kinich only gave her a polite headshaking, while you nodded smiling. Maybe she was imagining things.

II.

Except she wasn’t. 

A few days later, you were hanging out by Tequemecan Valley' canyons with Kinich standing quietly while you and Mualani chatted. However, every time she glanced toward him, Kinich seemed to be watching you a little too intently. It wasn’t the usual hunter’s focus; it was softer, caring, almost like... adoring.

The girl squinted, pretending to be interested in some flowers nearby while keeping an eye on you two. You didn’t seem to notice anything, or if did, you didn’t mind. You just kept talking, your laughter filling the air.

When Mualani caught Kinich staring again, she couldn’t help but ask, “Kinich, you okay? You’ve been zoning out all day.”

He blinked, his neutral mask slipping back into place. “I’m fine.”

“He’s just tired from all the training,” you teased, winked at him.

Mualani raised an eyebrow, astonished by the scene before her eyes. Something was definitely going on.

III.

The third time came on a day when Mualani was guiding a group of Sumeru’s travelers near the springs when she spotted you and Kinich again, standing by the water. As she approached, she saw Kinich leaning down to whisper something to you, his lips close to your ear. You giggled softly in response.

Wait a minute... Kinich never whispers to anyone. Much less in such an intimate way and even less to make someone laugh. Mualani's instincts flared up immediately. What was he saying? And why did you look so happy about it?

She cleared her throat loudly as she walked up. “Hey. What are you two whispering about?”

Kinich straightened up quickly, crossing his arms. “Nothing important.”

You smiled at her, but there was a glimmer in your eyes that made the girl even more suspicious. “Just a silly joke,” you said lightly.

A joke, huh? Mualani filed it away in her mind. This time she was very determined to figure out what was going on between you two.

IV.

It was late afternoon, and Mualani had just finished surfing when she saw you two by the waterside. Kinich and you stood close, so close as it has strangely been, and for a brief moment, she could have sworn Kinich was about to lean in and kiss you.

She froze, watching from a distance as you smiled up at him, your palm softly pushing his chest away. Were you two really about to kiss? It couldn’t be just her angle view. Could it be?

But just as quickly as it happened, Kinich stepped back, his usual stoic demeanor falling back into place. You turned and waved at her, your smile as bright as ever.

“Lani. Hey! How was the surf?” you called out.

Mualani, still in shock, shook her head. “Uh... good. Really good.”

She stared at you both for a moment longer, convinced she’d almost witnessed something, but there was no proof. Again.

V.

In the several days that followed, Mualani continued to witness that strangeness that kept repeating itself every time you thought she wasn’t around, creating a certain tension between her and you and Kinich—although she doubted that you had noticed any difference, treating her as you always did from the beginning.

Even if it relieved her to know that nothing had changed in your friendship, the surfer couldn't help but feel upset too. Was it that bad if she found out? Didn't you trust her the same way she trusted you? She wanted to be able to release all of her thoughts and ask you if maybe there was something in your bond that was bothering you. But she didn't. And so, things remained the same.

That was a quiet evening, and the moon hung low over the mountains. Mualani had been taking a stroll, enjoying the peaceful night, when she stumbled upon you.

This time, though, there was no mistaking it—Kinich and you stood together under some trees, locked in a slow, deep kiss.

The girl’s cheeks burned as red as the pyro vision you hold so dear closely, eyes widely opening and heart skipping a beat. She gasped, louder than she intended, and both of you quickly turned toward her. You blinked twice before smiling stiffly, even daring to look a bit embarrassed, while Kinich gave her a calm look, his hands still resting on your waist.

“You two!” She exclaimed shaking her head, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me earlier! I mean, I knew something was up, but really?”

You bit your lip while Kinich just blinked at her, slightly starting to look more guilty as well.

“We didn’t mean to keep it from you for long,” you said as you stepped out of Kinich’s arms and reached for her hand. “We were just... taking our time.”

Mualani arched an eyebrow. “Taking your time? You two were being so weird and annoying with all those suspicious interactions for weeks now! I’m supposed to be your best friend!”

Kinich rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable with the attention. “We wanted to keep it quiet,” he said, his voice low. “At first, anyway.”

Mualani softened, her fake scold melting away into genuine affection. “Still, I would’ve loved to know sooner,” she said, her tone gentler now. “You know me better than anyone else. You know I would never judge you,” she sighed as she watches the sorrow on your face. “Nevertheless, I’m really happy for you both. Really am.”

You beamed and even Kinich’s usual stoic expression seemed to relax slightly.

Mualani continued, her voice full of warmth. “I’ve always known you two had something special. And now that I know for sure, you better believe I’m fully on board with this!” She shot Kinich a playful look. “Just make sure you treat (Y/N) right, okay?”

Kinich nodded, his eyes softening as he glanced at you. “I will.”

You squeezed Mualani’s hand, your eyes sparkling with gratitude and pure happiness. “Thank you, Lani. Your support means a lot to us.”

Mualani grinned, pulling you both into a tight hug. “Just don’t keep secrets from me again, alright? I’m always here for you two.”

You all laughed but shared a quick but sweet bond moment, the atmosphere light and easy. And somehow, Mualani couldn’t help but feel like everything had fallen into place just the way it was meant to.

“But just for your information. If the day comes of you get engaged and don’t tell me immediately, I’ll crash the proposal myself, make a huge scene, and tell everyone how long I’ve had to put up with your not so secret glances and not so subtle hand-holding. Trust me, it won’t be pretty!”

[quimichi]

Can I request making out with kinich

𓂃 MAKING OUT WITH KINICH ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 - MDNI

Kinich kisses you as if you are the very air he breathes.

One of his hands tangles in your hair, pulling you closer. The other rests at your waist, his fingertips slipping under your shirt, gently tracing a pattern against your skin. His kisses are reverential— slow, measured, as if he is memorizing your lips like scripture.

His tongue dips into your mouth, and a quiet moan escapes from his own, lost quickly in the space between you. He shifts his weight, sitting up and pulling you into his lap. His kisses turn hungry, the hand on your waist slipping further up under your shirt until his cool skin is pressed against yours. "You…" he whispers. The word is barely audible, his voice lost between gasps of breath.

He kisses down your neck, each press of his lips against your skin leaving a fire that races through your veins. "Hm?" You humm. "The way you taste is…" There is no word that can describe the way he feels at this moment. The way you burn him.

He kisses your collarbone, his tongue tracing your skin. "You're like..." He doesn't finish his sentence, breathlessly nuzzling your neck. He pulls you closer, his hands tracing an intricate pattern on your back, your hips pressed tight against his lap. He buries his face against your shoulder, his breath heavy at the crook of your neck. Each exhale makes your skin tingle, as if his mouth was filled with electricity rather than air.

"Your skin," he whispers. "You feel like the night." Even Kinich doesn't know how to describe the way you feel.  "Warm," he tries to explain, his voice wavering. "Like… Like the air on summer nights. It's hot and cool all at once and you feel like you're burning even though you're not."

His hands clutch around your hips, holding you close. "That's what you feel like," he whispers, his lips against your shoulder.

"What the fuck am I even saying."

[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ POV: the good ending 💍

(you defeat him in a battle and this is the result)

[nagarnia]

🐉💥🐉

[hawberries]

they are like. BEST friends

[genshin-impact-updates]

Happy Birthday, Razor!

Hat? I put it down, by the shore. Very dry there.

The sun is dry too, the water is cool. In the water, it feels nice.

You wanna come too? Okay. Be careful, don't slip.

Huh, Paimon splashed water at me. Not good. Gonna splash back!

[syscardinal]

Proposal~

Piece made for @xiaovenwedding zine!

[kokoasci]

these were funnier in my head

[lvnesart]

fem hkvh to carry my week

[mlem0817]

His one and only star✨

[erabu-san]

Chiori Perfume

[https-sourlimes]

"i used to have a big crush on you, you know?" — genshin impact

synopsis: is it too late to win you all over again after those times they've never realised that you used to be there all along?

– featuring: alhaitham, neuvillette, zhongli x gn!reader (separately)

warning(s): angst and fluff (mostly angst idk why i tell my mental self it's fluff but still...) help the way that i write😭 yearning and stuff. not proof-reading!

author's note: genuinely nervous and is about to cry. see how i struggle to make a good plot in neuvi's part? yes, that's why it's a little bit longer than the two remains. (please spare me) i hope it hurts...(?)

ALHAITHAM is leaning against the balcony, pondering; the images of you tonight flash across his mind, he has never realized before how you are so beautiful in the silk material and accessories, your graceful laugh, your enthusiasm while cheering for nilou on stage, how you interact with people with that pretty smile, and your attention no longer last the usual amount of time on him,... all of that makes him feel muddled.

alhaitham pursues wisdom and the peace of his dear nation, sumeru. now this one is new for him, the feeling of loss that he somehow has to figure it out himself. what is it? why is there an obnoxious feeling he is having?

the applauding crowd snaps him out of his trail of thoughts, ah... the show has come to an end, and everyone is making their leave, which means... alhaitham panics, his eyes quickly dart to you, observing the way you hug nilou and wave goodbye to her, his mind wants him to stay still, but his legs, they're itchy. then, your eyes meet him, and he jolts; you make your way through the crowd, giving him a reassuring smile that says: "hold on, i'm coming to you," and alhaitham feels his heart lighten.

"not enjoying anything, i see?" you rest your chin against your palm, elbow positioned on the balcony, eyeing him.

"we see this show every week, why the enthusiasm?" he glances at you, you note the way he is sighing softly.

brushing some strands of hair out of your face, you question.

"you seem perplexed, is something bothering you?"

alhaitham's gaze fixed on you for a moment, leaving your question unanswered with a silent scoff.

"if so, let me tell you something interesting," you say, grinning sheepishly. "this one might pique your curiosity, or not."

he raises an eyebrow at you, all attentive.

"i used to have a big crush on you," you say, giggling with your hand clasps over your mouth, alhaitham's heart skips a beat.

oh, right... he recalls the days you were wandering around him, asking if he needed anything, the way he paid no mind to a bored you sitting at the opposite of him in the library while he studied on his own book, he never forgot how he brushed off the praise for you in his mind, calling you cute. he also memorised the way you always prioritized him, sticking beside him instead of having your own time with others. he never noticed you then, but he saw the way you cared, which, unfortunately, he absenmindedly took for granted.

"ah..." he exhales, a frog in his throat. "i-i've acknowledged that."

"really? i thought you never noticed! you acted like you didn't really care back then, so i thought i wasn't being obvious enough." you laugh heartily, completely not picking up the sour expression feigned casual he is wearing right now.

"but i'm still glad you knew, it's all the past now, anyway." you flash him a reassuring smile, a smile that might have just cracked his heart and stabbed right in it with his own doubts and confusion.

now that you mentioned it, he has, too, noticed the amount of time you visit him has significantly subsided, he spotted you around the city, having a great time with somebody else that wasn't him, the way you read your book alone at a cafe instead of staying with him, feeling all bored while he minded his own business; those sights started to bother him and maybe it clicked in his mind by now that the feeling he was dying to get rid of because it was torturing him with so much stinging in his heart was love.

well, does that mean you've no longer had feelings for him? alhaitham's feels like a wave of regret crashed within him, he begins panicking, his mind muddled with so many questions, do you know he is completely smitten with you by now? or are there any chances left for him?

ah... he feels like a fool... if only he realized sooner –

"alhaitham?" he blinks, being pulled back to reality by the tender touch of your hand on his arm. "what's the matter? are you feeling unwell?"

alhaitham flinches and captures your hand in his grip so suddenly that he is scared if he didn't do so, you would slip away from him. but then he sees the tense and worried expression you wear, his hand loosen, he shakes his head as a response to your question.

alhaitham never asks you why you've fallen out of that unrequited love of yours, the bitter sight of your hand pulling away from him, the picture of you waving goodbye, wishing him a goodnight sleep, then all he can see now is your back as you are walking down the stairs, leaving the place. he lets the realization sinks in for some time, long enough to address his own feelings and being decisive of what to do next, yes... he must... win you over again, he marks.

a chief justice's catastrophic working schedule is what restrains NEUVILLETTE from answering your letters sent for him.

recently, he didn't even have time to spare a glance on them, so with the thought of 'i may seek for it later', a couple untouched wax-sealed letters lay cold in his drawer, now that is a heartbreaking fact because the chief justice usually responses to you in just a day or two after reading.

you understand, of course you will. because you understand, your letters to him are much more pleasantries – greetings, exchanging on your status, how your days have gone and his well-being – oriented, your discreet feelings is expressed though concern and care, rather than direct words that may end up making things feel awkward.

while you're managing to maintain a healthy distance, you can't help but question whether the chief justice is overlooking the signs of your affection or if he simply hasn't noticed them at all. often, you convince yourself that neuvillette is just an oblivious individual, as he only offers polite greetings and occasional updates, with no indication of any mutual feelings.

neuvillette, on the other hand, was very well aware of your secret admiration, he was rather flattered by it and didn't feel bothered at all, (you are his close friend, anyway,) however, as he never gave you any other thought, the replies you got from him were just words of friendliness.

nevertheless – neuvillette might not realize how his heart races when he receives your fragrant letters, brought by sedene during work. he often overlooks the smile that appears on his face as he reads your tidy handwriting, picturing your warm voice filled with enthusiasm. Your words bring him joy, as it feels wonderful to have someone who cares for him and engages in conversation.

but, then, you stop sending him letters... perhaps discouraged? it feels new to him, but he doesn't let the occurence affect him and his work despite the confusion and an empty feeling gradually building up inside of him.

neuvillette is spacing out on his desk, his hand pulls out the drawer where your letters are at and checks the dates, huh... the last one was a week ago already? and then tears of carefully for their contents inside. he reads them one by one, starting from the oldest – which is probably sent a month ago – to the latest. the smile you wear in his imagination at the first unread letter is vivid and bright that he cannot hold back a sigh, the feeling of missing you filling his heart. but his smile falters as he scans through the next two letters: usual concerns, reminders and... a little bit of anguish, he senses.

"i noted that you are quite busy these days, monsieur neuvillette. thank you for your time if you read any of my words in this letter. i'm sorry if this one bothers you, i'll completely understand if you choose to only see and not responding, as it may take a quite much amount of your time."

no... why would you say that? it was rather rude of him for not responding to you as soon as he received, yet you waited so patiently and never blamed him for it, you were–

"monsieur neuvillette!" his eyes dart to the closed door, he lets out a breath that he doesn't know he was holding; neuvillette recognises the familiar melusine's voice and grants permission for her to come in.

"i understand, i may take my leave now," sedene obliges, preparing to leave the office after a while discussing work related matters.

"sedene, a moment, please," neuvillette stops her in her track, his expression pestered. "have i received any... special letter this week, by any chance?"

the melusine ponders for a moment, "perhaps not yet, monsieur neuvillette. but if you're asking about the person who usually come by to send such, i think i have met them a few days ago."

neuvillette's eyes widen, you came by? but why didn't you inform him? and when asked, sedene just shakes her head and tells him that you requested not to disturb him with such trivial matters.

"i was afraid my words were offensive, they seemed so down, telling me something i couldn't quite grasp, but i think monsieur neuvillette will understand. human's emotions are always very complicated..."

the melusine then tells him your remarks, and as she does so, sedene fails to observe the chief justice's slightly wounded expression or his gradual restless movements, unpleased.

"no, it's alright. i feel like a nuisance seeking for his attention all the time in just words, significant matters must be prioritized, not a mere relationship." – originally said by you – "i must stop, and right just now, perhaps i can say that... i used to adore him a lot..."

the sky is crying tonight, akin to one's reflection of a wretched heart weighing deeper in the undeniable love. the chamber at palais mermonia that is still bright with light is the only one that no one dares to disturb or knock on; and in the guest room, sedene soon received a message of a particular chief justice not being available at his office tomorrow, stating that he has something else to take care of, something more important than any matter else, to take back what is meant to be his, the amiable individual that he has neglected for so long. no, it will never be too late, won't it? neuvillette prays.

you have been distant lately, that's what ZHONGLI is puzzled about.

the former geo archon you know (initially) stays indifferent to the idea of romantic relationships, it's not like he requires it and certainly he thinks he will do quite fine like he usually did without any of them in his thousand years of life.

but lately, perhaps being tamed by your persistence, he is well aware that something fascinating about you is going on in his mind; he is convinced of it by the way he notices how pretty your face actually is and finds himself staring at your gentle smile for a little too long on several occasions. however, he never knew that the last time he saw you would be the time you exited director hu's wangsheng funeral parlour in a hurry, just not long after the small conversation about you with hu tao that zhongli had, in which he mentioned that romance wasn't a thing for him (for how many times you have lost count already, but perhaps... that statement of him that day was really your last straw).

yikes... the look on hu tao's face at that moment confused him: a scowl, and then she sighed, commenting a brief "you are a very wise individual, yet such an oblivious one, mr. zhongli." leaving him humming in thoughts.

zhongli saw you around yesterday, taking a pleasant stroll near the harbour, visiting shops and buying souvenirs; your delighted face unknowingly made his heart flutter, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. then, for the first time in a while, zhongli urged himself to be the first to start a conversation with you, and you reciprocated his words kindly with that usual grin he loved, offered him a mooncake you brought along; it was fine, he wished those moments could last forever, except... to some extent, the feeling was somewhat unnatural.

zhongli swallowed a thump in his throat upon seeing that apologetic smile on your face as you hesitated, not until his invitation to listen to some storytelling at the third-round knockout that you had always wanted to go with him was turned down – that part inevitably sank his heart.

...what? he was taken aback by that. originally, you were always the one who offered to accompany him to the tavern where he often finds delight in enjoying tian's monologue regarding his knowledge of the wide world, which zhongli subsequently declined with politeness, claiming to be busy and everything else.

and yesterday, when he did, he was starting to feel that you were slowly drifting away from him; there was a brick wall between you two that caused the frog in his throat. and while being stunned by how the distance had grown, he only cleared his throat and nodded understandingly.

"my apologies, mr. zhongli. as much as i wanted to accompany you, i have already accepted a similar invitation from somebody else tomorrow night..."

and the very sight in front of zhongli's eyes tonight is rather dejecting: you, sitting beside a particular tangerine-headed fatui harbinger, smiling happily as you lean in to hear his whispering of something, very intimate, very heartbreaking.

it doesn't take the director of the funeral parlour long to recognise the burdened state that he carries along a few days after; she decides to start a conversation, offering her advice.

"i told you that you are such an oblivious one and i still believe it now," hu tao giggles. "let me tell you, that friend of mine has got a huge crush on you, i wonder if any of that remains since our conversation last week, do you remember?"

"ah..." the smug smirk on the director's face upon seeing his eyes lighten in realisation stands for ugh, yes, finally you got it!

"now, i know them; they came over to my place last night and we had a small chit-chat. based on my understanding, they haven't fully moved on from you yet, it's best to take action now or you'll regret it!"

the director's words ring in his mind, zhongli is breathless, capturing the picture of you chuckling heartily, your hair fluttering in the light breeze, looking so pretty and graceful with your delicate movements while flying a kite, kids running around you, cheering.

now, he gotta tell you, he needs to make you understand, and you need to know that he loves you, only if he acted fast enough not to let 'anyone else' take you away before he does.

© 2024 https-sourlimes. all rights reserved.

ending notes: finally, i get to bring my 1000 years old idea out in the light. it has been sitting in the other blog's draft for a very, crazy long time.

[charliem-69]

can't believe i forget about this piece of art

scaralumi atla au @enilehtnorevol 's

[chiscaralight]

hi! i want to say that you write very well! and if possible. request: Scara, Tartalia, Kinich, Aventurine, Blade. how would these guys react if they found out that they have a son?? you can ignore if you don't like this 😅🍀

fully sfw! the son is with the reader btw. not exactly sure how you had invisioned this in ur mind but this is how i interpreted it lmfao

sfw, all the babies are either giggling or asleep. kinich’s kid is more of an infant/toddlers

scara would be a little bit uncomfortable at first. this little boy is just staring at him so hard, digging into his skin with those eyes that are looking up with all fours on the ground.

but his eyes, they looked just like yours. he’s almost in stark disbelief when he picks him up. he’s holding him weird and the kid laughs, so you call over from the next room to stop holding the kid like a toy. you come over and almost snatch him out of his grip, but keep the child facing him. he almost has your entire face! it’s so weird. is that really his kid? a semblance of his life in your arms? but when you press a kiss to the messy purple head of hair, the little babbling noises solidify his answer.

tartaglia is just ridden with joy. he’s trying so hard not to make too much noise as he holds the sleeping baby in his arms. the freckles scattered around the small face are just identical to his. he’s tearing up a little and you’re trying to hide your smile. the baby starts to stir and he’s quick to rock his arms and shush him. when his son opens his eyes. same color as his and full of life, just as his once were.

he can feel your warm hands on his shoulders as he pulls the child closer into his chest. you’re perfect, his kid is perfect. everything is just perfect.

i feel like kinich is entirely expecting it. he’s been with you for the entire process, it’s also why your kid is slung over his shoulder like a very small bag of potatoes. your scold him to put your son down, but he only shrugs. the giggles haven’t seemed to stop since he got thrown up there in the first place, obviously he’s enjoying it. you sigh.

and he cranes his head just a little bit towards the kid who offers him a very small high five, which he graciously returns. it’s him and his dad against the world now! even though you still have most of the authority over the two of them.

aventurine can’t help but smile. he’s digging his finger softly into his sons belly while he coos at him, and it excites a laugh out of the little ball of sunshine. his smile is so bright, and his face is a perfect combination of yours and his. when you return to the room, the baby is babbling over at you.

your steps are soft as you make your way over to the two. aventurine is the first to pick him up, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before handing the baby over. he’s all smiles and laughs, and he reminds you so much of aventurine, he’s basically stolen his whole face! you’re a little jealous, but you’ll just have to make do with the little head of hair that matches yours.

blade seems almost indifferent when he sees you holding the kid. you’re almost offended. it’s his son, why does he not care?

expressing his emotions isn’t something he’s good at. it’s why he’s eye-level staring at the child. his eyebrows furrow as the kid moves to touch his face, but he allows it. he’s very still as the little one feels up his face before determining it’s okay to bury his father in as big a hug as he can. your face softens when blade moves to wrap around the kid.