Hi. If you’re reading this, you’ve probably read my works before (which I uploaded yesterday on 2nd July).
My previous account (shuzushii) was terminated without any email or warning and I still don’t know exactly why. It has been a very complicated few hours of trying to recover my other account and figuring out the reason for its termination.
I am here to make one thing very clear: I DO NOT use AI in my writing. The fast pace of postings my writing reflects the drafts I had left un-posted. If anyone wants to see my drafts/process/proof please feel free to DM. I am happy to show proof of my work.
Also, as mentioned in my bio and in the title of the works, my writing includes NSFW content. If you are a minor (MDNI) or feel uncomfortable feel free to read some other works please. Thank you.
Please enjoy. :)
CONTAINS. scenarios of Noy as a vampire who can't help but take a bite out of you nom nom nom a/n: i saw his trailer and omdd he is so vampire core ahh. genshin cooked fr i can't wait for his release!! i might do some noy + valeriy too so lmk if u guys enjoy these hehe!! („• ֊ •„)_/ written pre-release noy.
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IMAGINE VAMPIRE NOY! who would have this look in his eyes that would be so hungry. Oh, so so hungry at the sight of you – especially during a full moon. It would start off with a small glance here and there. Unnoticeable. Undetectable. Yet, undeniable that there was something there you couldn’t quite put your finger on.
When you pass him in those long, cold, echoing hallways on your way to deliver mail to the Tsaritsa, lo and behold, he’s there to catch your stare again. He glared at you – right through into your soul. His eyes were blessed with a dark red crimson that burned straight under your skin. A look that sent shivers down your entire body and into the very cells of your being. He was hungry. And he was hunting for you. “You should watch where you’re going, instead of looking at me.”
IMAGINE VAMPIRE NOY! who would corner you when it's quiet. Full moon. Snow falling. Alone. That was the recipe for perfection for him. His arm slammed behind you against the wall. Look at you with those doting eyes and fold completely into you. At first, it caught you off-guard, but it all made sense now. All that palace gossip about a man blood-sucking monster was coming into fruition. It was him.
He raises his arm, wrapping his hand around your cheek and bringing it forward towards his. Only then did you see his teeth. Larger than average canines that caught a glimpse in the snow-glinted dark of night. Fangs. He brings your face closer, his breath warm and ghosting over your cheek. “I could tell you what this looks like,” he whispered into your ear softly, a ghost of a smile with fangs catching the light, “But you know I would never lie to you.”
IMAGINE VAMPIRE NOY! who would lick your neck as a sign of permission. It would be gentle, as if settling you into your grave early in the kindest way he knew. Slowly and deliberately, his tongue trailed up your neck. A numbing cool sensation sends tingles down your neck to your eventual demise. "Last chance," he murmurs against your skin, fangs grazing, restrained. "Tell me to stop." You don’t. You never planned to. He needed this. His arms tighten around you like he's been waiting his whole life for permission, the moment he had been cursed to be like this.
He finally sinks his teeth in, and a low, broken moan escapes his lips like something starving had finally, finally been allowed to eat after thousands of years. When he’s finally done, holding the back of your head to keep it upright, there’s blood dripping down his lips met with a soft-eyed gaze that was wrecked and so beautiful. “Thank you…” He finally says softly before dropping his forehead onto yours, “thank you for letting me taste you…”
⋆. 𐙚 SEQUENCE OF EVENTS [ dottore x gender neutral! reader ]
CONTAINS. you thought talking with a fatui soldier wouldn't cause any trouble, only to find out the next day dottore decided he was perfect for his 'experiment.' TRIGGER WARNING. yandere-ish dottore (?), toxic/unhealthy relationship, emotional manipulation, possessive behavior, power imbalance, morally gray dottore, coercive control. WORD COUNT. 1K
a/n. my attempt in writing dottore for you all dottore enjoyers (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) eumm hope he doesn't sound out of character
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The laboratory door slid open with a metallic hiss, the sound echoing through the empty corridor before disappearing into silence. You hadn’t meant to wander this far. One wrong turn had led to another until the familiar scent of the dark room’s chemicals and polished steel surrounded you. Your footsteps slowed, then stopped altogether.
On the operating table lay a man you recognized almost immediately. Only yesterday he’d been laughing with you over something so trivial neither of you could remember how the conversation even started. Now restraints bound his wrists, his breathing shallow beneath the harsh glow of the lamps overhead.
Your vision blurred. The room suddenly felt too warm, your stomach twisting so violently you had to steady yourself against the doorframe just to remain standing.
“Oh?” Dottore’s voice broke the silence before you even realized he’d noticed you. He turned unhurriedly from his work, removing his gloves one finger at a time.
“My dear, you weren’t expected for another hour.” The apology in his tone felt almost convincing, yet something about the way he regarded you made it impossible to tell he’d genuinely been caught off guard or he’d anticipated this exact moment from the beginning.
Your eyes never left the unconscious figure.
“...Why?”
Dottore followed your gaze, a scoff subconsciously leaving his throat. “His condition made him exceptionally suitable for the experiment. Subjects with that level of compatibility are uncommon, and I see little reason to waste an opportunity when one presents itself. The decision was, by every reasonable measure, the most efficient one.”
His gaze lingered briefly on the restrained man before turning to you. “There was, however, one rather curious detail I found myself observing. He appeared to develop an unusual tendency to be… present. Circumstances that ordinarily would’ve remained unimportant seemed to place the two of you in remarkably frequent proximity.”
You could feel your surroundings grow cold from his words.
“People are curious creatures. Given enough repetition, they begin assigning meaning where there is none. It is a remarkably inefficient habit.” His expression remained unreadable. “Fortunately, his usefulness happened to outweigh any further complications.”
Your breathing caught. “...You did this because he talked to me?”
Dottore didn’t answer immediately. The quiet click of his boots against the floor grew louder until he stood only a step away. Your gaze falling to the floor, unable to look at him. “You’ve always been remarkably generous with your attention,” he said at least, his voice measured, almost thoughtful. “I merely found it curious how someone so insignificant managed to occupy rather more of it than circumstances warranted.”
You finally looked up to meet his masked gaze, your composure finally shattered as your hand shot upward. “How could you𑁋!”
The slap never came. Before your palm could reach him, Dottore caught your wrist with effortless precision. In the same fluid motion, he stepped forward, forcing you backward until your shoulders struck the cold stone wall.
The impact made you stumble, your breath catching in your throat as he held your wrist firmly above your head, leaving barely any space between the two of you. His grip wasn’t forceful enough to injure you, but enough to remind you that no matter how hard you struggled, he wasn’t about to let you go.
“Careful now,” he said quietly. “You’re allowing your emotions to dictate the conversation.”
You glared at him, trying once more to pull away. “You hurt him because he𑁋”
“No.”
His interruption was calm, almost gentle.
His grip around your wrist loosened just enough to ease the pain. “My dear, you have mistaken the sequence of events.” His eyes shifted briefly toward the unconscious soldier, you swore you could see him glare under his mask. “This was not a man burdened by innocent intentions. He had already begun speaking of you rather freely when he believed himself beyond observation.”
“The manner in which he watched you, the liberties he imagined he would eventually be permitted to take…” he briefly paused, his hand that held your wrist now intertwined with your fingers while his other hand freely traced the side of your body, moving below your waist, studying the flicker of change in your expression.
“He was under the impression that persistence would eventually be rewarded. Had circumstances continued unchanged, his confidence would have become action.”
You tried to avoid his gaze, “how would you know that?”
“Because I heard him.” The answer came without hesitation.
“I make it a habit to know precisely what transpires beneath my command. Conversations, habits, ambitions… even those spoken in confidence. He entertained very vivid ideas regarding you.” He tilted his head slightly, drawing closer to you. “They were neither respectful nor worthy of repetition.”
His free hand on your thigh then rose, gently smoothing a loose strand of hair behind your ear with a tenderness that felt almost impossible to reconcile with the laboratory around you. The action causes you to turn your head towards him again.
“You possess an unfortunate habit of believing courtesy will always be met with courtesy.” His thumb lingered lightly against your cheek. “It is an admirable flaw, little dove… but a flaw nonetheless. The world has never been so kind.”
His voice softened further. “I merely intervened before you were forced to discover the truth yourself.”
The room fell quiet.
You wanted to pull away. Wanted to tell him he had no right to decide another person’s fate. Yet the certainty in his voice left no room for doubt, and somewhere beneath the fear and revulsion, another feeling quietly emerged. The unbearable relief that if what he said was true, you had been spared something you never even knew was coming.
Dottore studied your conflicted expression with the faintest hint of satisfaction.
“You needn’t trouble yourself over the intentions of other men,” he murmured, his gloved fingers briefly brushing beneath your chin, your faces now barely apart. “So long as I remain beside you, no one will ever be afforded the opportunity to lay claim to what is precious to me.”
His touch remained impossibly gentle.
The way he brushed your hair back, the quiet way he called you my dear, the certainty with which he placed himself between you and the rest of the world, it all felt so painfully convincing. You loved him, you knew you did.
You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away. In fact, a part of you longed for Dottore’s familiar closeness, yearning for a moment like this. Yet as you thought of it more, a question quietly settled in the back of your mind, refusing to leave.
⋆. 𐙚 how they react to you getting amnesia / forgetting them
contains. a short headcanon of how the genshin men (wanderer, varka, lyney, tartaglia) would react to finding you having amnesia and not remembering who they are, whether they would stay with you and how they would react if you apologized for not being able to remember them and having them deal with you. a mix of angst and fluff. sfw.
a/n. this was supposed to lean more towards angst but oh well..
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.𖥔 ݁ VARKA
varka’s smile would falter the instant you looked at him with polite confusion instead of recognition. at first he’d assume you were joking, chuckling as he asked if this was some new prank, but the moment the doctor quietly explained the diagnosis, every trace of humor would disappear. he wouldn’t pressure you to remember or overwhelm you though, varka would take it surprisingly well and introduce himself, shaking your hand if you’d allow it and begin from the beginning again. treating every interaction as a chance to earn your trust rather than reclaim what had been lost, he’s extremely patient with you.
so the moment you broke down apologizing, varka wouldn’t let you finish. he’d meet your eyes and gently take your trembling hands before you could hide your face. if you kept insisting you were sorry for making him 'deal with' someone who couldn’t remember him, he’d shake his head immediately, reassuring you with the same certainty he’d use to encourage one of his knights after a failure. the next few weeks he’d make a point of never bringing up what you’d forgotten unless you asked first, wanting every new memory the two of you made to be free from guilt rather than overshadowed by what was missing.
.𖥔 ݁ WANDERER
the moment you asked who he was, wanderer wouldn’t answer. he’d simply stare at you, the silence stretching long enough for the doctor to step in and explain what happened. he wouldn’t ask questions after that and immediately leave the room before anyone could see the shock on his face, needing time to process the cruel irony of finally letting someone into his life only to have them forget him entirely. for several days he might stay away, convincing himself you’d be better off without the burden of a relationship you couldn’t remember. yet he wouldn’t be able to stay gone. he’d eventually return, simply sitting nearby and speaking as though you were strangers getting to know one another.
wanderer would be completely off guard when you start apologizing, out of everything he’d imagined happening, he never expected you to be the one comforting him by apologizing. when he hears you choke out that you were sorry for forgetting him, his expression would tighten before letting out a sigh and stepping closer. without saying much he’d gently pull your hand away from your face and intertwine them with his, “stop crying,” there’d be a hint of firmness in the way he spoke, “i’m not staying here because i want you to remember, i’m staying because you’re you.” from there he’d become surprisingly patient whenever you had a hard time and wanted to remember something, never allowing you to apologize twice for the same thing.
.𖥔 ݁ LYNEY
lyney would stand completely still after hearing you ask who he was, the bouquet he’d brought slipping slightly in his hand as he searched for any sign of recognition that never came. he’d try to smile through it and introduce himself with the same warmth he always carried, but the doctor confirming your memory loss would leave him unusually quiet. the thought of you seeing him as a stranger hurt him deeply, every moment he shared with you now long gone in your mind. even so, he wouldn’t disappear from your life. instead he’ll slowly grow closer to you again, visiting with little magic tricks to make you laugh, bringing books you might enjoy, and telling stories about the person you used to be without making you feel guilty for forgetting. he’d tuck away the pain because your recovery mattered first.
seeing you cry because you felt guilty would hurt lyney far more than the memory loss itself. the instant the tears began falling, he’d gently wipe them away almost on instinct, his own smile softening into something painfully genuine. he’d quietly tell how kind you were being even in your confusion, how typical it was for you to worry about someone else’s feelings before your own. he’d make sure you understood that the fact you were apologizing only proved your heart hadn’t changed. “don’t apologize for something that was never your choice. if anything, i’m just relieved you’re still here for me to meet again.”
.𖥔 ݁ TARTAGLIA
the question would hit childe harder than almost any wound he’d ever taken. he’d instinctively answer with a laugh, convinced you were teasing him, only for it to die the second he saw how genuinely confused you looked. after the doctor explained everything, he’d excuse himself for a few minutes, sitting inside because he needed somewhere private to collect himself before coming back with the same easy smile you were (supposed to be) used to. from then on, he’d refuse to let the situation become gloomy. he’d reintroduce himself, tell you embarrassing stories about himself before telling you stories about the two of you, and happily let you tease him all over again if it meant seeing you smile. accepting this as a challenge to win your heart again.
the second you started blaming yourself, childe’s entire expression would soften. he’d immediately move closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders before you could retreat into yourself and pull you in his embrace, refusing to let you cry alone. every time you apologized for forgetting him, he’d answer by pointing out something new the two of you could still do together, deliberately steering your thoughts toward the future instead of the past. “hey, don’t waste today apologizing for yesterday, we could always make those memories again.” if you buried your face against him, he’d simply hold you there for as long as you needed, making no attempt to pull away.
CONTAINS. In which wanderer, kaveh, wriothesley, and aether plan to surprise you by giving you a kitty as your new companion. FLUFFFF! a/n. nothing better than genshin men giving you adorable little kitties 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
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.𖥔 ݁ WANDERER
wanderer would spend far longer thinking about the decision than he’d ever admit. he isn’t the type to make impulsive commitment, especially when another living creature is involved, so before even considering bringing home a kitten, he’d quietly make sure the two of you had the time, space, and ability to care for one properly but once he’s decided, he’ll keep the entire plan secret. he’d disappear for a few hours under some vague excuse before returning with a small carrier in one hand, setting it down on the floor with an expression that tried very hard to remain indifferent.
he wouldn’t make a dramatic announcement but he’ll simply watch as the curious kitten stepped out and wandered toward you. seeing your face light up would be more than enough for him. “WANDERER DID YOU- WHY’S THERE A KITTY..?” as you knelt to meet your new companion, he’d already be quietly unpacking the food, toys, and supplies he’d secretly purchased beforehand, pretending this had all been a perfectly practical decision rather than something he’d planned purely to make you smile.
.𖥔 ݁ KAVEH
kaveh would never be able to keep the surprise completely under control. He’d spend days excitedly researching everything a kitten might need, accidentally dropping suspicious hints, and nearly giving the whole plan away every time the topic of pets came up. on the day itself, he’d insist you close your eyes before practically bouncing with anticipation while pacing a tiny, sleepy kitten into your arms. the second he saw your expression, all the nervousness he’d been hiding would disappear, replaced by a grin so genuine it was impossible not to mirror it.
within minutes he’d already be talking about where the kitten’s bed should go, what to name it, and how the furniture might need to be rearranged so it could climb safely around the house. before long, the two of you would find yourselves sitting on the floor together, completely abandoning the rest of the day’s plans just to watch the kitten explore its new home.
.𖥔 ݁ WRIOTHESLEY
wriothesley would approach the surprise with the same calm confidence he brings to everything else. he’ll simply ask you to come home a little earlier than usual if you’re busy, acting suspiciously casual the entire day. when you arrived, you’d immediately notice he was sitting in his usual chair with an oddly amused expression, one hand absentmindedly scratching the head of a tiny kitten curled comfortably in his lap. he’d pretend nothing was out of the ordinary, continuing to sip his tea while quietly waiting for you to notice the new little occupant.
the moment the kitten wandered over and rubbed against your legs, your reaction would tell him everything he needed to know. he’d hide his satisfaction behind a small chuckle before getting down on the floor beside the two of you, already pulling out a bag filled with toys, food, and blankets he’d secretly prepared days ago.
.𖥔 ݁ AETHER
aether would be determined to keep the surprise a secret… unfortunately, he has paimon. after carefully planning everything and finally bringing the kitten home, he’d spend the entire walk trying to stop paimon from blurting anything out. she’d promise she wouldn’t say a word, only to become increasingly excited the closer the two of you got to meeting. when you appeared, aether would subtly signal for paimon to stay quiet, only for to immediately shout “wait, don’t come over here! aether definitely isn’t hiding a kitten behind his back!” the surprise would be ruined in spectacular fashion before Aether even had the chance to say hello.
after a brief moment of complete disbelief, aether would let out an embarrassed laugh as the tiny kitten poked its head out from behind him, having clearly chosen the worst possible time to reveal itself. watching your face light up anyway would make the failed surprise completely worth it, while paimon proudly insisted she’d “helped”, aether would simply kneel beside you as you scooped the kitten into your arms, unable to stop smiling despite the fact that absolutely none of his careful planning had gone according to plan. next time he definitely won't be involving paimon in his plans to surprise you though...
hii I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE LYNEYY!! it genuinely makes me so happy when someone writes about him and i also love your writing so much its so pleasant to read, i hope you continue writing more of him in the future 🥹🥹🤍
THANK YOUU so much i'm so glad you enjoyed reading the lyney part and im very happy myself to see people enjoying his part in the headcanon!! i definitely will try to write more of him in future headcanons along with other characters, he deserves so much attention huhu 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 ♡
CONTAINS. NSFW, smut collection of scenarios where a devoted yandere lohen displays his unhealthy obsession and habits in the name of his sick, twisted definition of love for you. MDNI !! tw: brief mention of nonconsensual sex/poisoning/fingering/panties stealer/nibbling
a/n: this was my first ever full smut piece! I've had this idea for a while now, and I really tried my best to freak out and maximise Lohen's yandere freakiness to its full potential, so please enjoy my interpretation of him in this. :) also: if you have read this post before, please check out pinned post.
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YANDERE LOHEN who would steal your panties for his own personal collection. He swore it only started out with hair ties scented with the latest perfume you wore. He'd steal them, wearing them as keepsakes on his wrists as his own form of comfort during training – the light, sweet honey floral scent reminding him of last night's ministrations when he’d dig his face into your hair. That was until he decided it wasn’t enough; he needed more. Hair ties turned into your freshly drenched training shirt that was soaked with the scent of your sweat, but it still wasn’t enough.
Day after day, his collection of you grew, and so did his greed. Then one day he saw his prize peaking out of your drawer, as if they were hanging out there just for him. Your panties. Red cute little laced panties, the fancy ones he would rip off of you so carelessly when he was fucking. How could he have been so ignorant? The very thing he was trying to find was right there the entire time. The first time he picked it up, he immediately dug his face straight into it. He took a deep breath in, making sure to etch your scent into his system. The familiar scent of your cunt, of what rightfully belonged to him, where your scent was the strongest. Your scent immediately overwhelmed his senses, locking him in a trance that intensified his greed and his neediness for you. You still wonder to this day where your favourite pair of panties went.
YANDERE LOHEN loves to watch you squirm under his touch. He knew the human body well. He knew yours the best. His fingers would tease your cunt, teasing the edges of your folds as you squirmed inside his lap, spreading your slick all over his gloves, so needy for him. He always made sure to hold you down firmly, one hand firmly gripping your head facing forward to look at him while his other hand teased your sensitive folds with the absolute tenderness and care of a man who wanted to watch you moan out his name like no tomorrow. He wanted– no, he was making sure you understood with every part of your body that only he was allowed to touch every inch of you. Only he was allowed to make you feel like this, only he was allowed to command when you were going to cum at the mercy of his own gloved leather hand.
YANDERE LOHEN loves to mark you. It would start off with nibbbles. Little bites here and there on your neck that would leave flitters of pink and red against your pretty skin from his mischievous intentions. No matter where you were, he would always find ways to mark you. He would snake his arm around your waist, tugging you in just snug enough so that the delicate skin on your neck could feel him, feel his warmth before he began his work. Little bites he’d leave: behind your ear – down to the column of your neck – at your jaw line – desperately nibbling away at your skin like a fucking rabbit needing to claim his mate. After he would finish nibbling, he would lick the bites gently as if to bandage the wounds he had left behind, knowing all too well that it was all for his own pleasure. “You should tie your hair up more… everyone needs to see my hard work mm?”
YANDERE LOHEN who would force feed you poison to keep you just conscious enough for him to fuck. He would sneak poison nonchalantly into your cup. He would slip it into your favourite drink while you're not looking or offer it as an innocent act of his love. The poison wouldn’t be strong enough to kill you or anything. No, no, you were far too precious for him to EVER harm like a pathetic Fatui agent. Instead, when you would wake up blurry-eyed, he would be lying right on top of you, the warmth of his skin pressed deeply against the arch of your back as his cock was buried deep inside you right where he belonged.
CONTAINS. NSFW, smut (in call), mastvrbating, fingering, lohen calls you in the middle of the night and finds out you're turned on by his voice. MDNI !! a/n. haven't written much smut but enjoy nontheless ❤︎ also: if you have read this post before, please check out pinned post.
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LOHEN who calls you in the middle of the night just to hear the sound of your voice, savoring every soft sigh you slip and the way your whispers curl through the phone like warm breath against his ear
LOHEN who listens for your whimpers, falling completely silent the instant he hears them, wondering what you’re doing on the other end while his own breath grows heavier
LOHEN who murmurs tenderly through the darkness, “nhm I wish I was right next to you” and catches the shaky, trembling sigh that escapes you in reply
LOHEN who asks in that low, teasing tone what you would be doing if he were there beside you, and waits while you stay silent because your fingers are already moving between your thighs
LOHEN who urges you to keep going, telling you how much he loves the sound of your moans spilling out over the phone, his breathing slow and deliberate as he listens to every subtle shift in your tone, whispering how badly he wants to feel you clench around him
LOHEN who’d whispering how he would press his mouth to find the curve of your neck while his palm glides over your trembling thighs, urging you to spread yourself wider and circle your fold with slow deliberate strokes, listening to you calling his name through the phone and feeling hot all over his body
LOHEN who describes in explicit detail how he would replace your fingers with his tongue, licking long and firm between your folds before sucking it into his mouth.
LOHEN who immediately gets up to come over to your place the moment he hears you finish
⋆. 𐙚 what living with them would be like (slight nsfw); lohen, wanderer, lyney
CONTAINS. what living with them would be like and how clingy they would be when living with you! a/n: you all can tell i just love writing for the twinks um.. ( ._. )""
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living with LOHEN means not getting any space for yourself. He’d walk past only to hook an arm around your waist, or trap you between himself and the kitchen counter just because he wants your attention, leaning closer to your lips, only to pull away with a playful grin as though nothing happened. lohen especially loves seeing you in casual clothes. there’s something about seeing you completely at ease; an oversized shirt, loose pants, hair a little messy that never fails to steal his attention. one moment you’re stretching your arms above your head, your shirt lifting just enough to reveal a sliver of your waist, then you’ll feel a pair of familiar arms slip around your waist from behind. before you can ask what he’s doing, he’s already smiling against your shoulder, leaving a trail of light kisses along the side of your neck, “mhm you keep looking like that and i’m going to forget what i came here for.”
WANDERER would spend most of his time teasing you, he might not be as affectionate in front of others but oh does he love seeing your flustered look when you’re both alone. there would be moments where you’d find him reading a book, but the moment you walk past him, he’ll grab on to your wrist and refuse to let you leave, “where do you think you’re going?” he wouldn’t mind if you teased him back or deliberately tried to get under his skin, but if you pushed him a little too far, you’ll find yourself pinned underneath him. his gaze would narrow with the faintest hint of amusement before meeting his lips with yours, his hand tracing down your waist slowly before stopping. your lips then parted, breathing uneven, “you were awfully confident a second ago. what happened? cat got your tongue?”
living with LYNEY would be filled with him constantly admiring you at everything you do. he would be abundantly clear that he thrives on affection. you two are in different rooms for a few minutes? he’ll suddenly appear behind you, his hand already wrapped around you because he misses you already. if you were wearing one of his shirts or had just stepped out after a shower with your hair still damp, he’d inevitably pause whatever he was doing to admire you, unable to resist brushing a hand along your side before pulling you in for another kiss, your back already pressed against the wall and he has you right where he wants you exposed, “oh I just can’t seem to get enough of you, my love.”
CONTAINS. aether, wanderer, lyney, tighnari, and albedo. headcanon what if they attended hogwarts and the houses they'd be assigned to. sfw!!
a/n. was thinking of watching harry potter again and i just HAD to write how the genshin men would be like if they attended hogwarts and what i think their houses would be! ( lyney in hogwarts would be so cute.. && i miss harry potter so much!! ˙◠˙ )
.𖥔 ݁ AETHER
aether would fit naturally into gryffindor, though the sorting hat would likely spend a fair amount of time considering hufflepuff as well because of his unwavering loyalty. at hogwarts, he’d quickly become nearly every house knew by name because he somehow always finds himself helping everyone. whether it was accompanying younger students through the forbidden forest, tutoring classmates before exams, or volunteering whenever a professor needed assistance, he’d quietly earn the trust of both students and teachers alike.
he’d excel particularly in defense against the dark arts, and while he wasn’t the loudest student in class, he’d have a habit of stepping forward the moment someone else was in danger (also if the teacher wants one of them to give an example everyone would already be staring at him and expecting him to go forward and do it lol), his dorm room would constantly have people coming and going, with paimon somehow becoming an honorary member despite not technically being a student.
.𖥔 ݁ WANDERER
the sorting hat would barely touch wanderer’s head before declaring slytherin. At hogwarts he’d earn the reputation as one of the most gifted but also most difficult students there. he’d consistently earn top marks without appearing to study and disappear for hours into the restricted section despite being repeatedly warned not to. he’d avoid unnecessary socializing, skip house celebrations whenever possible, and spend much of his free time (secretly) wandering the castle late at night when everyone else had gone to bed (also he’s surprisingly never caught outside of bed..).
if he did form friendships, they’d be few but fiercely protected, even if he’d deny caring. during dueling club he’d quickly establish himself as someone nobody enjoyed facing. he’d have little patience for hogwarts’ traditions or arbitrary rules, following them only when they happened to align with his own judgements.
.𖥔 ݁ LYNEY
hear me out, I was contemplating whether lyney belonged in slytherin because of his talent for illusion and deception, but after some thinking, I think the sorting hat would place him in ravenclaw because his greatest strength is creativity, curiosity, and he has an extraordinary ability to think several steps ahead. at hogwarts he’d become famous for putting on elaborate magical performances that blurred the line between spell work and stage magic, leaving even professors wondering how he’d managed to do certain tricks. he’d definitely excel in charms and transfiguration, often inventing unconventional solutions to problems that left classmates impressed.
outside of class, lyney would constantly organize little performances for other students, secretly using them as opportunities to lift morale during stressful exam periods. despite his playful demeanor, he’d quietly keep an eye on those around him, noticing when someone seemed lonely or overwhelmed long before anyone else did. although he’ll look extroverted in front of others by the end of the day he’d enjoy his time alone to think of new and much more fresh magic tricks while recharging his energy from the constant playful attitude.
.𖥔 ݁ TIGHNARI
the sorting hat would place tighnari in hufflepuff almost immediately, recognizing not only his patience but also his unwavering dedication to help others. at hogwarts, he’d become the student everyone sought out after class, whether they’d accidentally mishandled a poisonous plant, needed help identifying magical herbs, or simply wanted someone to explain difficult coursework without making them feel foolish. herbology would easily be his strongest subject, and he’d spend so much time in the greenhouses that professor sprout would jokingly wonder if he planned to move in permanently.
his room would always be filled with potted magical plants in various stages of growth, each carefully labeled in his own handwriting, and he’d constantly scold his classmates for touching dangerous specimens without gloves. he might be patient when helping those who are struggling academically but he’d have absolutely no patience for students who ignored safety instructions. even outside the classroom he’d somehow know exactly which forest paths were safe to explore and which ones absolutely weren’t, becoming an unofficial guide whenever his friends wanted to venture around.
.𖥔 ݁ ALBEDO
albedo would definitely be ravenclaw. he’d be quick to establish himself as one of hogwarts’ brightest students, earning outstanding marks in nearly every subject while displaying a particular fascination with potions, ancient runes, and transfiguration. rather than chasing academic recognition, he’d simply enjoy understanding how magic functioned beneath the surface, often questioning accepted theories if they didn’t satisfy his curiosity.
it wouldn’t be unusual to find him quietly sketching enchanted diagrams in the library or discussing magical theories with professors as though they were colleagues rather than teachers. younger students would gradually begin seeking his guidance, and while he’d never openly advertise himself as a tutor, he’d patiently explain even the most complicated concepts until they finally understood, finding genuine satisfaction in watching someone learn.
honestly wondering who else would fit into the "harry potter" au, maybe i'll write another for alhaitham, kaveh, and other characters?? & honestly i wasn't sure either whether wanderer fits slytherin or ravenclaw but this will do hmm
