My name is Jay! (they/them)
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Favorite Genshin trailer so far is Varesa's! The shift from cute and goofy to badass is just too good! Plus, she's such a cutie. Every character has their flaws but I wish she got more love!
Not sure if this is how requests work, but...may I request fluffy thoughts (any format) on Varesa with a very affectionate partner? Matches her enthusiasm about food and action stories, super cuddly and touchy, all that sweet stuff.
Thank you regardless of if you take this request!
From, a Varesa fan, who enjoys your writing and thought your recent Kaveh fluff post was so good.
I'm so happy you liked the Kaveh fluff post ^_____^ I decided to go for a similar format for these headcanons, if that's OK :)
And I agree, Varesa's trailer is awesome! I love how she's so happy living her life, whether as a carefree competitive eater or a fearsome wrestler.
Things Varesa Loves About You
You know exactly which meals she loves (and when she needs a carbo load). You get the food orders exactly right, ensuring she gets enough energy for an active day. As soon as she shows the slightest sign of feeling weak or dizziness, you rush to her aid with a tasty snack in hand. How did you now she wanted extra horse radish for her sandwich, or that she prefers pizzas to always come in deep dish style? Can you read her mind? Or perhaps you have paid close attention her unique palette.
You're the best spotter ever spotted for spotting lol. Seriously, you make sure she doesn't push herself too far during weight lifting. Many of her fellow warriors tell Varesa how much they envy her for having a wonderful spotter. She blushes, knowing full well she couldn't ask for a better significant other. Besides being a great spotter, you also are an overall terrific gym buddy. You and she always train together, whether by working with weighted ropes or running on treadmills side by side (Natlan's pretty modern, right? Xilonen has full on DJ equipment, so I'm convinced this is the most 21st century place in Teyvat). After training, you two take turns massaging each other's sore muscles.
You have a green thumb. As an orchard manager, Varesa is invested in having the healthiest crops. Watching you successfully grow your own crops or take care of houseplants touches her soul. She's happy you appreciate taking care of things. And when you ask to help her with the orchard, proposing new fertilizers or homemade compost, she's all ears. Pretty soon she renames the orchard after the two of you, declaring to all of Natlan this is a labor of love, literally.
You're the best camping buddy, period. Some of her favorite memories are going through Natlan's luscious forests or up its highest peaks with you for a camping weekend. You bring a kamera you bought from Fontaine and take couple's pictures with the majestic view being your background. She especially enjoys gathering food together for your evening meal, listening to you explain more about the flora and fauna of your homeland. After dinner, you two lay down and observe the sparkling starry night. You make a little game about who can find the most constellations. During these moments, Varesa wonders which shooting star she saw granted her wish for true love. She smiles, watching you enthusiastically talk about the stars.
Please don't copy, steal, or feed my work to AI. Thank you!
greetings and salutations! I arrive with a request: albedo x anxious and easily flustered fem reader where one day while they're talking albedo can tell that there's something on y/n's mind that she wants to tell him. Now because this something is the fact that she loves him a lot, y/n has been (metaphorically.. at least) backed into a corner and is left with no choice but to confess
a/n: I couldn't even tell you how old this ask is lol I'm so sorry anon I am very unreliable when it comes to asks which is why i stopped accepting them... but without even FURTHER ado...
pairing: albedo/reader
warnings: none <3 just tooth rotting fluff! maybe a little bit of hurt/comfort
Mentoring Sucrose meant Albedo spent no small amount of time around people who are easily flustered. In fact, after a long day of managing Klee's boundless curiosity, it was often even a welcome reprieve. He’d be silently appreciative of how carefully you handled every sample he handed you, a juxtaposition to Klee's typical overzealousness, his gaze softening when he'd notice the small tremors in your hand. Mind you, he'd never give you something he thought you could damage in the first place, but the care you treated his materials with served as extra testament to your character.
His favorite moments with you were when you'd spend quality time parallel working on your own hobbies. He'd look up from his beaker, the liquid bubbling faintly in his hand, and find himself captivated by the sight of you sitting across from him with your eyebrows furrowed in concentration. It wasn't usually like the Chief Alchemist to lose his train of thought, but he'd have to admit that he'd gotten lost in thought staring at you a few times… aaand then he'd promptly have to scramble to rescue his time-sensitive experiment.
Recently, though, he found himself ruminating over a shift in your demeanor. He's nothing if not observant, but at the same time he doesn't consider himself the most emotionally well-versed… but he had something of an internal tab of mannerisms that had dinged as odd to him that were getting increasingly harder to ignore.
For one, you averted eye contact every time he shifted his full attention toward you. This was odd because Albedo rarely did anything in half-measures and he was certain that the weight of his attention never bothered you before. He also noticed how anytime he drew near, your hands immediately started nervously twisting loose hems on your clothes, your gaze askance.
…Then there was that time Albedo had planned to accompany you on a trip down to the beach, as per your request. He had taken the day off and everything, but you cancelled last minute (albeit super apologetically, but Albedo still couldn’t help his confusion.) There was also that time you were in the foyer of the Knights' building talking to Kaeya, and Albedo approached because he's friends with both of you. That's what friends do, isn't it? Greet each other? (You have Albedo second guessing even the most fundamental rules of socializing.) Kaeya was receptive and smooth, as always, but you fell silent, staring at your feet instead of engaging in the conversation. This isn't out of character per se, he’s seen this happen in contexts with other people… but he swears you used to open up in his presence, not shut down.
Then again, the possibility is there that he might be misreading the signs. Being a renowned researcher didn't equate to being infallible. So while his analytical mind wanted to comb over the data until he reached a definite conclusion, how could he be certain these weren't just isolated incidents where your nerves were getting the better of you? That they weren't just another facet of your personality? He remembered the early days when you two were still getting acquainted, some of these characteristics remind him of that version of you... but he was also certain there was a time not so long ago where your eyes lit up at the sight of him. That image alone makes his heart sink.
Had he done something to upset you, or to make you uncomfortable? Or perhaps there was something else--someone else (that idea shot an unfamiliar pang of... something through his chest)--that was shifting the way you acted toward him? That was the risk with interpersonal relationships, he supposed. There are always so many unseen variables to account for that it's rather difficult to make a reliable hypothesis or try to predict any sort of outcome.
"Mr. Albedo?"
The Chief Alchemist didn't react, his gaze lost somewhere in the middle distance.
"Uh, Mr. Albedo...?"
The beaker in front of him foamed dangerously close to spilling over, the burette that should have been stopped minutes ago continuing to drip into it still.
"M-Mr. Albedo!" Sucrose called a third time, panic lending her voice an unusually forceful edge.
Albedo finally snapped back to reality. His hands worked quickly before his mind even truly caught up, before verbally acknowledging Sucrose, to stabilize the reaction. Sucrose stared at him owlishly as he worked, her own notes forgotten in front of her.
"I apologize." Albedo replied calmly once the threat of acid spilling all over his desk was managed. He grimaced at the beaker, knowing he overshot his goal by a longshot. He'd have to start the experiment over. "It seems my mind was elsewhere."
"Mr.Albedo… I don’t, uh, mean to sound rude anything, but you always say that--"
"That carelessness has no business in this lab." He finishes for her. He sighs as stands, brushing nonexistent dust from his clothes. He busies his hands with straightening out the papers on his desk. "I know. I don't take matters of our safety lightly. I should be leading by example. I... suppose my heart wasn't in it today."
She watches him for a moment, her expression shifting from alarm to empathy. "It might not be my place to ask, but... is everything alright, Mr. Albedo? I've never seen you so distracted before..."
Albedo's mouth quirks into a frown. His thoughts drift back to you as his hands continue idle work straightening out his tools with excessive care. Is everything alright? His mouth opens, then closes again without saying a word. He internally weighs opening up to Sucrose about his dilemma. She'd listen attentively if he did, maybe offer advice or try to console him... But he was supposed to be her mentor. Was that fair to her? Or... maybe it was the idea of deliberating over his relationship with you like it was some novel alchemical phenomena made him feel weird.
"Perhaps I just need a day's rest." He offers, the excuse sounding weak even to his own ears. He doesn't wait around to see if Sucrose will press the matter. "I'll take today off and return tomorrow to re-attempt this when my mind is clearer. Don't forget to blow out the lanterns when you're done, please."
With that, the Chief Alchemist was out the door. He couldn't waste any more time, he decided, waiting around while his relationship with you strained. His feet carried him mindlessly while his brain worked overtime to analyze the same clues over and over for something he might've missed, something he might've done or said that slipped even his attention but affected you so dearly. He was going to drive himself mad trying to figure out this problem on his own.
Albedo's expression creased further. He'd always preferred relationships with a little bit of cordial distance anyway... so why did it bother him that you were pulling away in the first place? Come to think of it, he didn't actually realize how much he looked forward to you visiting him until it stopped. Anytime the door to his office or lab would open, his heart would skip a beat as he silently hoped he'd look up to see you entering.
The sun was setting, the walls surrounding Mondstadt casting slanted shadows over the city. His feet carried him aimlessly down side alleys and various patches of public garden. His restless pace only faltered once a familiar voice reached his ears. He turned almost subconsciously. You were sitting alone at a table outside of Angel's Share, book open in your lap. You thanked Charles as he took your empty glass and replaced it with a full one in that same polite tone that had been haunting Albedo for days.
Albedo turned before he could overthink it. He walked toward you, purpose in his usually measured stride. You took a sip from the fresh glass, your gaze dropping back down to your book. You hadn't noticed him yet.
"Is this seat taken?" His tone was as gentle as it ever had been, but the look on his face was uncharacteristically distraught. You startle, nearly tipping your glass over as you went to set it down. Albedo steadies it without saying anything.
"Oh! U-uh..." Your eyes go wide as you look between Albedo and the seat across from you, your self-consciousness immediately increasing tenfold as it always seem to around him. Suddenly the outfit you had on felt clownish, and you found yourself stressing over whether you had remember to brush your teeth. "Sure! --I mean, n-no. No, it's not taken. Sure, you can sit there."
You stare down at your book, lips pressed into a thin line. Archons, why did you have to be so awkward around him?
Albedo took the seat with characteristic grace, but his gaze never left your expression. You could feel it on you almost like a physical weight. It felt like you were a rare specimen he had stumbled across with the way his gaze seemed to parse through you. You only mentally chided yourself further as your gaze stayed glued to your book like the words would morph themself into an answer before your very eyes. Is he finally confronting you about cancelling that beach trip weeks ago? You had planned to confess your feelings for him then, but the words you had written felt all wrong at the time, your brain too scattered.
"Are you upset with me?" He asks plainly.
Your gaze went wide and snapped up to meet his. Albedo felt his breath catch in his chest. When was the last time you really looked at him like this?
…Were your eyes always this pretty?
"What?" You respond in genuine surprise. Your gaze flits over his face, searching his expression desperately for some kind of context. Was this some sort of joke? Did Kaeya put him up to this? You didn't find any hint of humor in his face, though, nor any kind of malice. He looked... worried. Tired.
"Archons, n-no! Why would I be upset with you, 'Bedo?" You asked, your voice so genuinely full of concern. He almost flinched at the nickname. Maybe he had been overthinking things after all?
"I just... can't shake the feeling that you've been avoiding me." He admits, his tone soft, almost vulnerable. He looks down at his lap, his mind running through all of the reasons he had come to this conclusion in the first place. Maybe he missed something? He wasn't very good at this... relationship thing. He did know one thing for certain though, "you haven't visited me at all this week."
Archons, I sound like a child. He sighed, running a hand down his face. Did he always sound this pathetic around you? Maybe that's why you stopped spending time with him. His brain kept grasping at straws as the silence stretched, desperate for any kind of concrete answer.
You stared at him, stunned. You'd seen the alchemist face down Lawachurls with more confidence than he had right now. …He's this stressed because of me?
"'Bedo, I..." your sentence trails off as you struggled to find the right words. “I’m sorry. I hadn’t realized—Well, I-I thought I had been pretty transparent.”
Albedo looks at you, confusion written in his futures. But more than confusion, he looked desperate for you to continue explaining. What did you mean ‘transparent?’ Transparent about what? Albedo wasn’t used to being the one not understanding something in a room.
"I'm not upset with you. I... I just--um. I-I've been trying to..." The more you stumbled over your words, the more flustered you became. This isn't how this was supposed to go. Maybe you should've gone through with the beach date after all? Well, it’s useless to regret it now.
"You can be honest with me." Albedo's reassurance came almost like resignation, like he was coaxing out whatever criticism had most certainly been festering inside of you. He was no stranger to it after all, the people of Mondstadt had no shortage--about his work, about his 'flat' or 'cold' demeanor, about his existence, about his practice of the Art of Khemia. He just wished he could understand what had changed between you and him.
"Albedo." You repeated, tone soft but firm. He looked up at you and, for once, you didn't look away. A few heartbeats passed as you held each other's gaze before your eyes dropped to your lap again. You took a deep, shaky breath, "I was trying to figure how to tell you that I... I-I have feelings for you, Albedo. I… well…" Your momentary burst of confidence drained faster than anticipated.
You reached into your pocket and pull out a crumpled up note, sliding it across the table to him with a dull hiss. It was Albedo's turn to blink at you, stunned.
He looked down at the paper. With careful fingers, he unfolded it to read the words scrawled inside. His eyebrows furrowed as he read through the sweet sentences, the admissions of self-consciousness, the gratefulness for all the ways Albedo’s learned to read your timid demeanor. Albedo’s eyebrows finally shot up as he realized what this was.
This was a love letter. From you to him.
"I-I get it if you don't feel the same way. I hadn’t planned to tell you like this," you started to ramble, the pressure of the silence fraying the edges of your composure. "I just kept getting distracted when you were around, and--"
"Me, too." Albedo breathes incredulously, using the reverent tone he usually reserves for his best academic breakthroughs. The pieces finally started to click into place.
"--and I was trying to ask Kaeya for advice that one time and I made it so obvious and--" you continued, oblivious to his revelation.
That was it. He was in love with you.
His hand found yours, your nervous rambling dying down as you stare at him. "Do you mean it?"
"What?"
"That you have feelings for me?" His gaze searched yours desperately.
“I… uh…” Something in the earnestness of his gaze was disarming. “Yes, of course I mean it.”
He leaned closer, scooting his chair around the table.
"What are you doing?" You watched him with wide eyed, a flicker of both hope and fear in your chest.
His thumb stroked soothing circles into the back of your hand. He leaned a little closer, his usually cold gaze warm with emotion. "I’m sorry if this is sudden, I’m… not the best with relationships, but may I kiss you?"
Your face shifted through several emotions at once--shock, skepticism, awe--before you finally slowly nodded your head.
He leaned in, he lips finding yours tentatively. His all consuming or demanding, nor was it filled with fiery passion… rather, it held the patience that he’s cultivated through years of meticulous research. He eased you into slowly. His kiss was exploratory, reactive. Attuning itself to you. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours gently.
"I love you, too.” He breathes. Your eyes fly open—love?! But Albedo’s eyes remained closed, and his hand cradled the back of your head like you were the only thing anchoring him to the real world.
(Dottore and his segments x gn!reader, a bit of obsessive behavior?, 8 is platonic, rest are all implied to be romantic, reader gets injured, reader gets drugged by Dottore, possible medical inaccuracies)
Your mission was in all forms of unpleasant, though you're not really sure what to expect since it was the doctor, second of the harbingers who assigned you this.
There was apparently some weird sort of plant that grew in Snezhnaya in the most specific of locations and bloomed in the most specific of timings. Oftentimes they're buried under the snow and ice, and people step on them all too often so it ends up looking a tad bit deformed. 35 wanted to research on this one plant, believing it to have some kind of hocus pocus property that you hadn't really paid much attention to.
The segment waltzed in on you while you were using your typewriter for another mission report, gloved hands drawing invisible lines on your clothed upper arm, pointy tip of the mask prodding against your ear and with an oh so sultry voice asking you to just be a dear and grab his latest object of interest.
You never finished that report.
In any case, the amount of vines and branches that snagged onto your clothes, piercing the skin and unable to be shoved out because of course they had to be barbed. Then, when you pressed a rag against the injury, the fabric hardened with frost now that it was wet with blood. Then frost started to build up on an open wound. Just great! Thinking about how you had to bribe Pantalone just so he wouldn't reveal your predicament to the segments had you visibly shivering.
In any case, you got the plant, stuffed inside of your leather pouch, and a whole bunch of scars along with it.
Instead of just walking into the abode, you decided to just use the trees right outside to climb into Dottore's (you forgot which segment's) office. If your memory served you correct, Pantalone's office was right beside this one, and you could always just hide in his closet while pulling out the splinters that hurt like an absolute bitch.
Only, when climbing the windowsill, and nearly falling due to the build up of the slippery frost, did you realize your plan would be an absolute failure when 8 decided to walk into the office just then to pick up a notebook of his.
He looked at you, you stared at him, and you just knew that you weren't going to escape the scolding.
25's tweezer holding an alcohol-soaked cotton ball dabbed at your cuts, and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop the violent wince that would've wrecked through your whole body. 18, unfortunately, noticed and gave you a dirty look for apparently trying to hide your embarrassing noises, before returning his glare to 35, who was holding a test tube filled with the petals of the flowers you managed to grab.
"This is all your fault old man." Aaand that was the beginning of your never ending migraine.
"Who, me?" Remaining as nonchalant as ever, he used a syringe to pour in a mysterious liquid into the flowers, and you watched in awe as the petals began to glow.
"Yes you! Look at them, they look like they've gone swimming in a sea of cacti! Could've asked a subordinate to get the job done."
"Hey what did you just say about me-"
"You're getting far too aggravated 18, no one could have brought such a fine specimen as they have."
"Aren't you such a flatterer..." You grumbled into your cheek.
"Don't listen to his flattery (Name), I'd much rather you listen to mine. I have much better things to say about you," 25 applied a salve on your cut, and you shivered at how cold it was.
"That's beside the point-"
"And besides, they're such a recluse even though many of us segments have offered to take care of them for the rest of their life. Don't you think it's better that they're hindered like this, since they can finally spend more time with us?"
The silence might've just been a death warrant. You sighed, breath fogging the air and pinched the bridge of your nose with the arm not held in a death grip by 25.
"... You do know I'm still in the room, 35."
He hummed. "I do, but this should help you understand the gravity of the situation no? You don't even know how much you hurt all the segment's, including mine, hearts when you insist on being so independent."
"Not me though, they sometimes come and talk to me." A childlike voice interrupted, and you heard the feral hiss similar to that of a cat coming from the volatile 18.
"Shut up 8."
"Now now, we are getting out of topic," 35 swatted away all the interruptions with a smile on his face, all the while you tried to escape 25's deathly grip when he wrapped your arms and midsection with those horrifically scratchy bandages.
"What was even the topic... Oh right, it's you guys being all overprotective freaks when all I got were a few scratches!" A cough erupted your throat, and this time you let the wince take place on your face. Maybe the cold got to you worse than you thought.
"Alongside hypothermia." You're not sure which segment responded, for you were cradling your face in your palms, absolutely defeated.
"I'll be fine," you grumbled, stepping out of the operating table with only one objective in mind, getting the fuck out of this room.
... Until 35 stabbed a syringe into your neck and you fell down promptly, limbs turning to jello.
"See, my dear (Name)," amused snickers entered your hearing range, "the flowers you brought works wonders as a mild pain reliever and paralytic without causing permanent nerve damage. I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to take advantage of your helplessness."
