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asking genshin men pointless hypotheticals (and how'd they respond)
a/n: i saw a reddit post today on aita that was related to this (relationship hypotheticals, not genshin lol) and i found it hilarious so i made some headcanons
i was pulling the last 2 out of my ass lmfao
alhaitham
"would you still love me if i was a worm?"
-ah, a classic.
-despite his knowledge across many fields, he has no idea what the fuck you are talking about
-he answers the question while multitasking if you ask him this at like work or something, and he doesn't look up. if he's used to your bs, he might barely react (while still not knowing what the fuck you are talking about)
-if you do catch him off guard, he will look up solely to give you some sort of glare that is a mix of "im so done with your bs", "what the fuck did you just say" and "that doesnt even make any sense"
-if hes in a good mood (rare, he lives with kaveh) , he might humor you. asking questions like "well, do i know you are a worm?" or "do you have a functioning human brain as a worm?".
-if hes been asked stuff like this before, he might know the right answer to please you (though hes also aware that these hypotheticals rarely do have a correct answer, as hes learned the hard way).
-if you havent asked a question like this before, be aware that you will not get the answer you hoped for
-yes, he will say something along the lines of "no, of course not. you're a worm."
-im not sure what you were expecting if youre surprised, honestly
durin
a/n: im not even good at writing him romantically i just thought this would be really funny
"if me, albedo, and wanderer were drowning and you could only save one, who would you pick?"
-baffled. utterly baffled.
-yes, sure, he's getting the hang of understanding humans but THIS? no amount of lessons and advice from albedo or the traveler could've prepared him for this
-if you're asking him a hypothetical like this for the first time, he's even more confused
-he thinks you're asking this as like an actual, serious question. he stays in thought for a solid two minutes
-(he didn't have an answer)
-after you asked this, he went to albedo with advice on how to respond. he didn't know either.
-if you've done this before he'll say something along the lines of "oh, is this one of those questions you ask that doesn't have a correct answer?)
-(him and albedo eventually reached this conclusion)
-would probably say "well can't you all three swim?"
-if he were to somehow think of an answer, it would be "well im pretty sure wanderer and albedo can handle themselves, so i'd pick you!"
-his happiness after he thought he had come up with the right answer was short-lived after you asked him if he thought you weren't able to handle yourself
wanderer
"if we were on a deserted island and we were starving and you died first, would you want me to eat you?"
-first thought is something along the lines of "what the fuck did you just say?
-honestly, he probably would've said that aloud.
-if you've asked him something like this before, he'd be un-phased though. he can adapt easily to your shenanigans. like alhaitham, theres a chance he wouldn't even look up from his stuff
-would quickly add "well i cant die, so that hypothetical is already stupid anyway"
-would also add that he would never let the two of you get stuck on a deserted island anyway (if you two somehow did, he'd just fly off)
-he's no fun, i know
-if you asked if you were starving on a deserted island would you let you eat him even though hes alive
-again, theres a "what the fuck did you say?"
-hes quick to shut that down too. "we would never be on a deserted island. we've been over this like two minutes ago."
-seriously, no fun
-he quickly understands that the best answer is no answer, (something he'd later have to explain to durin)
scaramouch x reader, where they were lovers during his fatui days (and maybe even before that) and they love each other sm but after he deleted his memory from everyone he also delete his memory from his lover wanting them to live freely without remembering him.
BUT reader always feels like something is missing in them, so after they see 'wanderer' again in nod krai (maybe reader is a fatui as well) they fall in love with him again not knowing IT'S THEIR OLD LOVER
saying wanderer is "not the type to fall in love" goes against the laws of his existence.
wanderer's whole story revolves around how he has too much emotion, and how he feels too much.
he is doomed to fall in love.
he will deny it, over and over and over again. but he will be plagued by the feeling no matter what. Its like his very own curse. he will forever ache until he fully accepts that he's in love and has to go about his round about way of confessing it or just simply acknowledging it within himself.
but he is definitely be the type to fall in love.
It doesnt even have to be someone important or special, it could literally be a random in the akademiya that caught his eye one day bc they were being gentle with the birds outside - but i definitely see him falling for someone.
he wont say it or show it, but trust, it will kill him inside if he doesn't.
wanderer feels love just as hes felt heartbreak after each of his betrayals. though he doesnt want to fall in love in spite of his past, he will.
same anon here. i like the route here much better, just that....
"I need you to stop being stupid" oh he's so full of shit.🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️ i'll even kiss the brick that i'll hit him with and pull my hand away like this: https://youtu.be/UWQNRzA9vkc 😂
😭 tbh you are so real for that. I have the biggest hate-love relationship with this man
maybe i'm just being petty af but what wanderer did here in the end (https://www.tumblr.com/mixiury/791075197137600512?source=share) still doesn't directly address the problem imo lol. it still looks like compensation (one of the most common defense mechanisms out there), bc to actually address it would be to... idk, fucking talk things out like adults? say he's sorry? im not mad at you btw, i just hate this part of him and this trope i see in a lot of fanfics of him. i would've asked for an alternative ending where reader presses him further, but i wouldnt wanna trouble you any further with this unnecessary(?) commentary.
You aren't petty. I can understand the frustration as it is something i have thought as well.
The reason why i didn't expand on the topic as much as i wanted is because it was getting too long and i just got lazy. I write for my own enjoyment, i don't want to spend my time on something i am no longer enjoying.
I do have the wip of how the conversation was going to happen originally, but I'm not happy with it. I was just pushing through it and you can really tell by how rushed it is at the end and how the conversation doesn't feel that natural, so i cut it off during the edition process.
I'll add it undercut if you want to read it anyways
[...] "Oh, really? How rich of you, taking into account you were the one shutting me off at the very start."
Your hand runs through your hair in exasperation. Yeah, fine, he may be your boyfriend, but that didn’t change the fact that he was an idiot as well.
"That's because I am tired— can't I catch a break without your nagging?"
He narrows his eyes at your response, the air coming in unstable waves. "Then? What is it? I am honest with you and you can't handle it, but the moment I stop I am running away? Yeah, sure, makes complete sense."
"I am not saying you can't talk, but there is a difference between honesty and being a jerk. You should learn the difference sometime."
"Is that so? Then why are YOU here?" The vision on his chest faintly glows under every word coming from his mouth. "If I'm such a hassle, maybe you should find someone tamable."
Then, he gets on his feet, about to leave. You are not planning to let him out of the hook though, not this time, getting up as well and grabbing his hand.
"Because I care too! That's why!"
His hand hesitates in your hold, caught off guard, but just as you think he might let the warmth sink in, he pushes it off.
"If you did, you would understand." He takes a step back, his gaze turning away from you.
"I want to understand! But I can't when all you do is go back and forth!" When you speak this time, it comes more desperate— another of your many attempts to reach out for him by standing on the dark. "Why is it so hard for you to talk with me?"
Yet his only reply is silence. And for a moment, it’s hard not to think that maybe that's all he can ever offer.
It hurts. God, it hurts like hell.
It’s familiar in the way it feels almost like grief— giving your heart to someone who doesn't know what it is to have one, to hold it in his hands without fear or force.
You sigh. The distance between you is still there, and you don't know how to reach it.
"I'm sorry." His voice breaks through. This time, you are the one to hesitate. But for better or for worse, he speaks again. "I don't expect you to understand. I, myself, don't understand it."
His vision glows brighter, the air turning into a gentle breeze. "You are... overwhelming. I never know what to expect with you."
"Well yeah, it’s the same with me." You manage to whisper, taking some steps further. "I'm not asking you to fix yourself or whatever, you are not broken, but it’s hard to know what you feel when almost every time I approach you, you step back."
He scoffs, but his gaze meets yours one more time. "Then what do you want from me?"
What do you want? What could you ask? For him to stop being so difficult? To open up? Either option feels too far away right now, so instead you settle on somewhere in between.
"... I want you to tell me what you need when you need it." You reply, trying to cross the distance one more time. "If you need space, fine; if you need me here, alright. Whatever it is, just tell me first instead of letting me guessing."
He glares at you. You glare harder. But after a moment, he gives in, reaching for your hand in one sharp movement.
"I need you to stop being stupid." He mutters, this time walking to your side as well.
"Okay." You whisper in response. "Only if you stop being an idiot." Your fingers intertwine together on a silent promise. You could work with this for now.
Bro I used to read your fics in like 2023 I can’t believe I happened to stumble upon this account again.
Anyway, how do you think scara would react to being in a scenario where while reader lightly teases him we peck a kiss on his cheek out of pure muscle memory since they are a loving person? The slight twist would be that reader does this while wanderer is still in the ‘warming up to touch’ phase with us.
Hope you have a fabulous day 🫶🏻💕
Character(s): Wanderer x GN Reader
Genre: Fluff, 686 words.
A/N: Omg hi!! I'm glad to see someone from back then still around, it's crazy to think how long is been 🩷 But back to the main topic, I loved writing this, thank you for your request anon!
"Come onnnn, just one kiss!" You giggle, your boyfriend pressing his hand on your chest to keep you away.
This is a game you enjoy playing, where you chase him around like some clingy puppy just for him to dodge it. At the start, he got tired rather quickly, but with time he has learned that it’s just a part of who you are, as frustratingly (cute) he found it.
"I told you, no." "Why?" "What do you mean why? I already said it before."
He is staring at you no differently of how he would at a misbehaving cat— but again, he knows better than anyone you won't stop until you get an answer, so with a sigh, he speaks again.
"I don't like it."
"Why?"
"Because it’s annoying."
"Why?"
"Because you smother me."
"Why?"
"Are you going to ask the same thing over and over?"
You hum in response. "Uh-huh. I don't buy your excuses." The words fall effortlessly from your mouth, filled of that stubborn fondness he never quite knows how to return.
"A better question is why would you willingly let anyone touch you." He replies, a bit sharper this time. You don't back down though.
"Why wouldn't I?" His hand moves from your chest to hover at the side of your neck, his fingers barely grazing the skin. "I could easily snap your neck in half right now. You are giving me full access to do it."
"Yeah but you won't really do it."
"You can't be sure of that."
"Oh, I can and am. Completely."
"Then you are more naive than I give you credit for."
"It’s actually called trust."
You lean into his touch to prove your point, just enough to feel the coolness of his palm and the softness of his touch, your eyes still sparkling with familiar playfulness and affection. But he is quick to pull away, crossing his arms defensively.
"What happened with the whole 'snapping my neck in half' thing, hmm?" You tease him. He scoffs.
"I may change my mind if you keep pushing your luck." But his tone is lighthearted at best and you know it. You know him way too well, to the point it almost makes him feel pathetic. Almost.
So, to be fair, when you reached again, you expected him to move away as always. It was the dynamic between you two, pull and push. However, while he was still reflecting on the lingering touch from his fingers, your lips were already on his cheek.
It felt right, so natural that you don't even realize the issue until you see his face, mouth half-open in shock. You stay still, waiting but not really sure of what— for him to snap? To turn around and run away?
Finally, his shock settles in and he pulls his hat down in a sharp tug, enough to hide whatever expression he is making. But his hair shifts with the action, revealing only the tip of his ears that are now a shade darker... could it be—?
"Are you blushing?!" You blurt out, eyes coming back to joy. You weren’t even sure that was possible! Except he, on the other hand, doesn’t take it as well, hat falling back again to reveal his face.
"HAH? Of course I'm not! You are hallucinating things now?" Yet you can see it clearly already. He may speak all he wants, but the warm pink on his cheeks doesn’t know how to lie. Not to you at least.
"Yeah, I sure do." You tease.
"You ARE."
"Mhm, that's what I said."
"Then stop it with the smug tone!"
"I have no idea what you are talking about. Maybe you are the one hallucinating after all."
He turns to glare at you, eyes squinted, pupils dilated. He sure can be adorable sometimes.
"I— UGH! You are impossible." Giving up on words, he storms out of the room, closing the door loud enough for it to echo through the halls.
And yet, his hand presses on the place you kissed him as he walks, holding onto the ghost of your lips.
Genre: Fluff with a bit of hurt/comfort, established relationship.
Summary: You take a break with your emotionally repressed boyfriend.
A/N: This was written with early relationship in mind! I didn’t proofread this so I'm really sorry for any mistakes, please tell me if you find one! ^^
When you started dating your boyfriend, there was one not-so-unspoken rule between him and you.
Do not touch.
Yes, that's right, because every time you would get even a little bit closer than necessary, he would pull away and start hissing like a stray cat.
Thankfully, he has gotten better with time (mostly because you couldn't imagine never being able to touch your own partner), but that didn’t stop him from having 'those' days, where just the idea of holding hands was enough to make his skin crawl.
You two had been strolling for ages now, feet dragging through the floor and making a whole new trail behind you.
This was one of those days.
It took some convincing, but after a while Wanderer agreed to take a break, sitting under the shadow of a tree to recover your energies, finally able to take a deep breath and just stare at the scenery around.
The first rays of sunset were starting to show, slowly painting the sky with warmer hues. And yet, what was truly breathtaking was nothing else but your boyfriend sitting to your side, the casting sunlight illuminating his features just right. So beautiful, maybe more than he had the right to be, hat set aside and making it easier to see the way his eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks.
However, you couldn't admire his beauty for long, because he was quick to speak again, opening his eyes to glare at you through the corner of them.
"If you have enough energy to stare, you have enough energy to get moving."
Ah, what a shame that his thin lips were made to speak instead of kissing you.
"Give me a break, will you? We have been walking all day." You retorted with an exasperated sigh, leaning back to focus your gaze on the leaves instead in hopeful thinking he would drop it. But of course, this was your man we were talking about.
"Hah? Don't tell me you are so weak you get tired this easily? Humans are truly absurd."
His voice came with the tone. Maybe a lure for a trap, maybe an invitation to your familiar bickering. Either way, you weren't in the mood nor had the patience for either.
"Cut it off, Wanderer. Not right now."
Your tone wasn't exactly sharp, but was firm enough for him to get the message, holding back whatever counterargument he had on the tip of his tongue. Then, he turned away, crossing his arms.
...
Silence followed for a minute or two, enough for you to actually start overthinking. Sure, you hadn’t been harsh, but you knew exactly what type of thoughts ran through his mind at the smallest hint of rejection. Maybe you should have worded it better? Should you say something to fix it?
Well, your shift in expression must have given you away, because after a quick glance at you, he spoke once more, his tone a bit more neutral.
"We still need to find another five of those yellow lotuses." He shifted a bit closer, even when his eyes refused to find yours once more. "If you want to actually complete the commission, that's it."
You stared back at the skyline, the sun almost halfway through hiding behind the Sumeru trees. "We should head back before it gets dark. We can go searching tomorrow." But you didn’t make any attempt to move, closing your eyes and letting the sunlight gently caress your skin.
He hummed in acknowledgement, his fingers awkwardly brushing yours before gripping the grass instead.
You didn’t think twice, your hand already moving on top of his. However, the contact didn’t last long, recoiling as soon as he felt the warmth of your palm like the touch alone burned him.
Your eyes snapped open to check his reaction, just to see his expression shift from calm to something way closer to ick. Yeah, okay.
Swallowing your own feelings back, you returned your hand to your lap. "Sorry" you mumbled under your breath, so quiet you didn’t even know if he caught it.
He opened his mouth, then closed it again, debating between snapping, changing the subject or apologizing himself. He didn’t do any of those, settling by glaring at you while trying to find the right answers. Too much to both of your disappointment, things weren’t that easy, and you knew beforehand that this fog in between was thicker than it would seem from afar.
It went without saying how many times the blurred lines made you hesitate, and how many times you were completely in the dark on what to do. And it was that same reasoning that made him so afraid.
"It's not—" He started, but cut himself, words failing him for a second. "It's not you."
"I know." That was all you could give him as a reply, the acknowledgement of how this ran bigger than you. But knowing didn’t make it better, and now things were too weird to pretend it did.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." You spoke again, offering a clean closing to the topic. He didn’t take it.
"I want to. Why else would I be with you?"
"Because I'm cute and I make you laugh?"
"All you do is embarrass me."
"Then pity it is."
His body turned to you, completely facing you this time. The sky was already dark blue, but those indigo eyes still shone brighter than any star above, annoyed, yes, but also helplessly in love, more devoted than the most loyal of fallowers. And just that was enough to make your heart skip a beat.
"Are you serious right now? Do you seriously think I would even waste a second of my time on someone I 'pity'?" He leaned closer, as if trying to make a point, crossing the space he placed before. "I am with you because I care dumbass, and I will spell it to you as many times as I need."
The tip of your ears must have been a deeper shade now— you were sure of that. But that didn’t stop you from doubling up, if anything, it just made the burn inside come out of the depths of your chest. Awfully so, the way only he could do.
"Then you could try actually acting like it instead of running away at the first sign of affection."
He sneered. "Oh, really? How rich of you, taking into account you were the one shutting me off at the very start."
"Maybe if you weren't so annoying I wouldn't!"
...
More silence. However, this time, none of you turned away, instead you squinted your eyes, and he mimicked the action, able to see your own reflection in your irises. You could practically count his eyelashes by how close he was, red eyeliner making them stand out even more... with that porcelain skin that was, oh so soft to touch.
Yet, to your surprise, you were not the one to initiate the touch this time, lips on you before you could even react. Surprisingly tender, maybe even more than he had the right to be in this situation, melting every doubt and argument you had to say.
Because god, if he didn’t make it hard, always so sharp where he was nothing but soft to you. From every single angle he took, and for every breath that got stuck in your throat.
He loves you. Terrifyingly so, but he does.
And this time, when your hand found his in the middle of that heat, he didn’t pull away.
A/N: Sorry for disappearing for two years, I actually forgot about this account XD. I had this on my drafts, so i thought of posting it while i cook something new. I also plan to come back to writing, so feel free to send me any requests :)
To live for centuries means to see people come and go, all of them different in small ways but overall the same when you see them in the big picture. As time goes by, everyone just becomes stains in the wall, amusing when they first appear, at least until the novelty turns boring and plain.
They are all going to be washed away by the time anyway. Why should he brother on finding out a meaning behind their existence if they never mean to stay?
That same mentality is one he has kept for many years, slowly losing interest in everyone who he crosses paths, only finding purpose in keeping around those who can be of use for him. But you? You are not useful at all. Actually, you are not even boring, like most of the other mortals he has met. No, you are straight annoying. Frustrating.
Frustrating your tone to speak; unable to hide his irritation every time he hears your voice, never afraid to say your thoughts aloud for others to listen and making it everyone's problem, echoing through the deepness of his mind as a haunting melody that he just can't seem to get rid of
Frustrating your sense of humor; the same one that makes him wonder if there is any braincells left inside that empty brain of yours, and the same one that causes so many pity laughs and smiles to those around you, wishing that he was the one hearing your jokes instead so he could tell you on the face how unfunny they are.
Frustrating your eyes; lighting up with enthusiasm everytime you talk about something you are passionate about. Blindly sharing that light and joy that only you are capable of creating with anyone interested, not even realizing how easily it can be extinguished if left within the reach of others.
Because it doesn't matter how many times he tries to come with a logical conclussion, Wanderer simply can't understand how someone so gullible and naive has survived until now; for everyone he knew who was fool enough to remain soft over the progression of time ended up murdered at the hands of the reality.
Everyone but you, apparently.
That's what he can't wrap his head around.
You, somehow, against all odds, have managed to stay true to yourself without letting others hands drown you and, at the same time, without falling into the cruelty of this world. Soft but steady. Sparkling but constant. Defying everything he knows and everything he believed to be an absolute truth, the puppet finds himself in an endless internal conflict over you.
You have took a shape and color in the wall of his life that he had yet to see.
It's stupid how complex humans can be. He could almost hear you laughing at him for not understanding somethingas basic as humanity. But you don't do it. You never do. And that makes it all more frustrating.
Unable to get the answers he search for, trying to guess your hand in this card game that you are not even aware you are playing. The different possibilities run through his mind as he attempts to figure out your next move, reading between the lines for any hints and hidden meanings.
Maybe it is all an act you are performing. Maybe there is more in the surface than he can see. Maybe you are hiding your true self behind a facede he has yet to uncover.
There has to be something. It must be.
However, all his conclusions quickly discarded the moment your hand lingers with his, just like a soft breeze in summer days, able of take away all his doubts with just one touch; strong enough to blew away each of the cards on the table, only for him to realize that there was never a winner in the first place, for it was never a competition but only a way to spend time with you.
And it's frustrating. It's frustrating how you can just tear down everything he took so many years to build; How all this time he spent analyzing your every move over and over was for nothing.
But somehow, now that he is in the other side of the conversation, listening to the same unfunny jokes he has heard before, instead of pointing out all their flaws as he once wished, everything on his mind is how he doesn't want you to ever stop speaking.
To think you are the only person able to shine like that. To make him feel like that.
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Summary: You have to leave for a long period of time. What do they do after it? (Basically them missing you)
A/N: I am alive!! Sorry for not posting in a while. Honestly I haven't been very motivated to write but I randomly got this idea so I hope yall like it! (I edited some parts and typos I noticed so hopefully now it is better :)
Wanderer has no need for things as transitory and insignificant as the attention of others— specially if it comes from an human being— so what makes you believe that you would be an exception?
It's been decades since he last sought companionship after all. The only reason why he asked you to accompany him is to complete the tasks Nahida assigned him. It is just easier for you to do all the hard work instead of him. Don't get it twisted.
Yes. Of course it was necessary to stop in the middle of Sumeru's forest to contemplate the surroundings for the past hour. It is part of his job to ensure that there are no potential dangers near the city.
Actually, the fact that the path you were taking was blocked by a tree that mysteriously collapsed in front of you due to a strong blown of wind has nothing to do with him. Why would you think he did that in the first place? You're imagining things.
The only reason he's holding your hand right now is so you don't get lost or delay him by this absurdly long new path he's chosen. Yes, it's clearly the only option you two have, so don't complain and keep walking.
But if you need a moment to rest he won't refuse. And if at any point you decide to lean your head on his shoulder, he won't push you away either. Just don't get used to this, he only allows it because he knows how fragile human bodies are and he prefers to avoid Nahida's scolding for leaving you in the middle of nowhere.
And if you still have doubts, that's right, the fact that all these things happen after not being able to talk to you all week is totally a coincidence.
Itto, on the other hand, doesn't seem to know the word discretion.
What do you mean you have another important commission to do? But didn't you just finished one yesterday? How about you join him in a beetle tournament instead? Or maybe you can spend time with the gang? Come on, he knows you can't refuse this unique opportunity!
Hmm? That you always spend time with them..? But this time is different! This time they will do something so different and so incredible that you just can't loose! Trust him. Arataki Itto always keep his word!
And it is just that it seems like the entire universe is sending you signals to spend time with him. From Itto posters that mysteriously appear on paper airplanes to his name in the alphabet soup you eat.
But if all that is not enough to convince you that it is the destiny the one putting you together, somehow you both end up meeting multiple times a day. No matter where you look, he will be there.
Do you have to collect different flowers from Inazuma for your commission? It turns out that floristry is one of his hidden talents! Do you have to give them to someone? How curious! He was just talking to that same person! Are you saying he is brothering them? Of course not! He would never do that... On purpose.
There's no point in questioning him, somehow he always has an excuse- (although it doesn't mean they make sense). It's only until you look up at the sky and see fireworks with Itto's face, his signature, and the words "I miss you" that he finally tells you the truth behind all the coincidences that has happened during the day.
However, the moment does not last long, because shortly afterwards different guards come running to capture Itto for alleged harassment and "illegal use" of fireworks without authorization. Complete defamation if you ask him.
At the end, you and Kuki have to visit him in jail and take care of all the paperwork for the damage him and the gang caused. But hey, at least that means his plan worked?
Kaveh directly doesn't seems able to function properly.
Don't get him wrong, he knows better than anyone how hard it must be for you to be so busy. After all, he has found himself in the same situation as you multiple times in the past.
It's just that he had never noticed the influence you have on his life until that moment, where instead of having breakfast together at the same place as always he finds himself eating preheated noodles from the microwave.
For the first time in a long time he's having trouble concentrating on his work, unable to finish the commission he's been putting off for the last week— not so surprisingly— the same amount of time since you traveled to Fontaine.
Because every time he looks at the paper on the desk he can't stop his hand from drawing sketches of you, his mind clouded with questions about your safety and how you are doing.
Kaveh doesn't really know how to control that feeling so he does the only thing he knows in situations like this; Overwork himself. Going from basically doing nothing all week to creating almost a month's worth of work in a few days.
Of course, it doesn't take much for his friends to notice, trying to reason with him more than once. However, if there is something to recognize from Kaveh it is his stubbornness, reassuring them that everything is completely under control.
It's only until he ends up falling asleep during a conversation with Tighnari that he decides to take action into his own hands, sending you a letter telling you about the situation because your boyfriend can barely stay awake during the day and has been living of coffee.
And despite his reproaches towards Tighnari, he can't help but feel glad the moment you return to Sumeru a few days earlier than anticipated, updating you on every little detail that happened while you were gone and sleeping for almost a full day no long after. He may thank Tighnari later.
Unlike the others, Neuvillette feels totally fine after you left.
Of course he notice your absence and perhaps your name has appeared in his mind more than three times in the day but that's all. There is no need to worry about it, Take all the time you need.
He continues with his routine as always. He is also a very busy person so he doesn't think a lot of it. He's just walking around in the same place where you met because he's taking a short break. Nothing more than that.
In fact, you might even be able to see him ordering at the same coffee shop where you had your first date, sitting at the same table he sat at back then. But that isn't related to this situation, so please continue what you are doing.
But if you notice how Fontaine has fallen into heavy rain this last month, he will just reassure you that it's completely normal. Probably is just the weather that hasn't been stable lately. Nothing to worry about. Everything is under control as it always has been.
Yet, even if he manages to fool himself, all the melusines notice the way his gaze wanders from the documents on his desk to the empty seat next to him. His eyes shining every moment he hears the door of his office open just to met with the disappointment in them when he realizes it's not you on the other side.
Because despite his attempts to distract himself, it's simply impossible when every place he goes has some memory of you. He knows you won't be away for long so why does he feel like something is missing when you're not around?
Melusines try to talk with him, even requesting help to Furina, but it doesn't seems to be an end of the countless rains that has been occurring since you left.
He will just continue denying his feelings over and over, completely oblivious of them and the attempts of others to cheer him up.
It's hard for Neuvillette to understand the reason for his the emptiness he feels, but when he sees you once again he can't help but notice the great sense of relief that comes with you, immediately asking you how you are doing and making sure you feel welcome.
Maybe with the pass of the time he will be able to come in terms with his feelings but for now all he wants to do is to spend more time with you.
Summary: Trying to finish your commission as fast as possible you get sick, walking to the place of the closest person you know.
A/N: Forever thankful with my friend who offered to proofread this for me <3. This was in my drafts since a long time ago and I decided to post it after getting Kabukimono cat plushie. Please enjoy!! ^^
Wanderer takes the wet towel from your forehead with his hands, submerging it into the basin of cold water next to his bed to then wring the excess water and placing it back in its original place.
He has been doing the same thing over and over for the last few hours, or maybe days? Your mind is too clouded by the fever to know how long you have been in this miserable situation, envying the people you hear through the window walking on the streets of Sumeru and going on with their day by day, ignorant of the suffering you are enduring.
His movements are monotonous but precise, almost delicate. It is as if he had done this multiple times in the past, something you wouldn't expect from someone like him. And maybe it's that silence and acceptance on his part that brings so much uneasiness to your thoughts, slowly consuming you until they simply become impossible to ignore.
"Come on, you can say it." The words fall weakly from your mouth, worsening the burning pain in your hoarse throat that feels like your vocal cords are being torn apart one by one. Still, you try your best to hide it from him, failing miserably. It would be almost impossible not to notice it when the simple act of breathing hurts so much, responding you instantly.
"Stop talking. You will make it worse." You don't know if it's because you've been too focused on your own misery to pay him any attention during all your stance, yet this is the first time you've heard him speak since you got sick, the words barely making sense in the moment that reach your ears. Yet, although for any other person in your situation the pain would be enough to listen to his words, his response does not completely satisfy you, ignoring them just as he was expecting.
"I know what you are thinking. Just say it." He sighs, already knowing where this conversation is going. "What would the point of scolding you now?" "I don't know, you are an expert on it."
Wanderer finally stops his movements and looks back to you. It's something so insignificant and small but it's enough to let you know that he is at least listening to you. However, the silence between you two after it is so loud, spreading throughout the room as you two stare at each other. You've seen that look in his eyes before, like he's analyzing every little aspect and movement of you. From your shallow breaths to the way your body keeps sending shivers from the ferver.
"It was your choice to stay late on the rain to finish your commission, not mine. I'm not responsable for your own well being."
"Then why are you taking care of me?"
"Nahida would have scolded me if I had just left you outside in the rain, but now I'm starting to wonder if letting you be on your own was the best choice."
Despite the pain, you can't contain the laughter that forms in the back of your throat, which quickly turns into a dry cough in response to your lungs desperately seeking oxygen to keep themselves functioning. This seems to bother him even more, averting his gaze again and pouring water into a glass cup. It's hard to know exactly what's going on in the deepness of his mind, this whole situation bringing up memories from the past that he had buried long ago.
"Drink this." He hands you the glass of water, helping you lean on the bed so you don't end up choking on it. It's rare to see Wanderer worried about anyone, much less caring about them. It feels wrong to depend on him this much, but you still can't help but feel the warmth of the moment spreading through your chest, selfishly basking in the attention he gives you.
While you drink the water, your eyes follow his gaze, observing the last rays of sun softly entering through the window and the wind running through the curtains. Despite everything, the world continue without waiting for anyone, everyone walking to their houses to finally end the day. All pain is temporary and it is possible that in a few weeks you will end up forgetting about this moment, so you try to get the best out of it, enjoying Wanderer's company in silence.
And when you were finally going to lie down in bed again and try to sleep your pain away, he whispers something one last time. "Just rest. You'll be fine."
It feels like the words are more for himself than for you. You still can't tell what is going through his thoughts, but you know that even if you ask him he will probably brush it off. So instead, you take a different approach to the issue, reaching his hands and holding them with your own. Your hands are still shaky and sweaty from the ferver, but when you talk the words come out strangely soft, trying to reassure him in some way.
Summery: You have been trying to approach him without knowing he was always there.
A/N: I think I haven't like a character this much since Wanderer and Dimitri so I needed to write something about him <3. Since his character isn't out yet and all we have are his interactions in the Archon quest it may be a little OOC, but I tried my best to keep his character like in canon. Also English isn't my first language and I'm dyslexic so feel free to correct me if you notice any mistakes. ^^
If only one word was needed to describe Neuvillette, it would be "Unattainable."
Like the clouds that float upper in the sky, everyone admires him from the ground, giving their own interpretations of the shapes they present. So lofty and magnificent, people find themselves raising their hands with the dream of touching them, ignorants of the fact that it's impossible for a human being to feel them with their hands.
But unlike most who gave up over the pass time, you kept trying over over, extending your hand towards the sky, hoping to reach them someday. He couldn't understand your persistence and your determination behind it, but even though he questioned it multiple times, he never protested, slowly letting you in without you even noticing.
"Do you see the same sky as I?" You asked him once.
A long silence followed that question. It was unusual from him. That composed and unalterable person whose job is to answer questions and find them to the ones which didn't have, not knowing what to say when a simple one was presented in front of him. And yet, the silence between the two of you lacked of tension. In some strange way it was comfortable, even comforting.
"I do. " He finally responded in an almost inaudible, soft tone. Nevertheless, the implication of it felt surreal. How can someone, who stands so firmly from above, capable of changing someone's life with just a few words, and at the same time so human to grief for the fate of others, coexist in the same world as yours?
It only took a rainy afternoon to find the answer you were truly searching for.
Those days when the clouds suddenly darken and their tears don't stop shamelessly falling from the sky, only to realize that all this time you outstretched your hands you were unawarely touching them.
Even though everyone can feel the rain, you're the only person who has seen him weep, you realize, gently caressing his cheeks as his crystalline eyes simply stare at you. Admiration and sadness accompany his gaze equally, plunging you into a storm of conflicting feelings that slowly consumes both of you.
However, in the moment you lean towards him, Neuvillette doesn't fade between your fingers as you always thought he would, indulging himself in the warmth of your touch as the sky slowly starts clearing again.
Summary: After a long walk with Wanderer, you ended up exhausted, taking a small nap with your companion in the middle of the forest.
A/N: I corrected some typos I noticed after reading this again. I am dyslexic and English isn't my first language so I'm sorry if there is still some. Please feel free to point them out!
"Come here, lie with me."
"Why would I? To get my clothes dirty like yours? No thanks." Wanderer answered to your request almost instantly, showing little interest in changing his mind.
Both of you have been walking for hours now, enjoying the cool breeze that the trees of the Sumeru forest release.
It's hard to keep track of time in a place like this, especially when the silence and calm stretches out in its entirety and all you can hear is the soft melody of the birds with the snapping grass and leaves you are stepping on the ground while you walk.
But even though your hiking companion doesn't need to take breaks and the beautiful views of the landscapes along the way help in motivating you to continue exploring, you soon end up finding your feet and legs demanding you to rest, lying down on a small and comfortable hill, while Wanderer reluctantly agrees to wait for you a few minutes.
"Are you sure you don't want to join me? The sun is nice." You know what his response is going to be, but you keep insisting anyways, hoping that some miracle will happen that would make him change his mind and rest alongside you. However, as was from being expected, his head just turned away, ignoring your request with the same stubborness that characterizes him.
Defeated, you find solace in the warm sunlight and fresh grass you lie on, slowly imbuing yourself in its trap as your eyelids fight to stay open.
It is not until he notices how quiet you have become that Wanderer's gaze finally returned to your sleeping figure, noticing each deep breath you take as your chest rises and falls steadily, with nothing to interrupt you from falling into your calm, soft slumber.
It's annoying how you allow to put yourself in such a comfortable state in the middle of nowhere. As if, in this precise moment, nothing else mattered.
It seems like you don't know how easy of a target you are right now, not worrying about your surroundings and all the dangers that are around you. It only takes a few seconds to end a human's life and it's much easier when you're in such a vulnerable and peaceful state that you wouldn't even be able to react before you feel the pain of your aggressor hurting you.
And yet, the mere thought of it makes him feel sick and jealous of you at the same time. How can you live your life so carelessly? Is it because you don't have any self-prevention instincts inside that empty brain of yours? Or are you just so naive that, even knowing how he can easily leave you to your own devices, you still trust him enough to allow yourself to be in this position?
Knowing you will probably never tell him, he decides to search the answer by himself, quietly approaching you and laying down next to you, hoping that the sound of the grass rustling next to you won't wake you up or interrupt your dreams as he watches you in complete silence.
And it's only now, after he finally gave into your request, that he understood what you were talking about.
The faint rays of the sun really feel like a bliss the moment they caress your face, intense enough to embrace you with their warmth but not to the point of burning you. Contrasting with the cloudy and gloomy Inazuma mornings he had grown used to.
It has been so long since he felt this warmth and calmness, still staring at you steadily and letting himself enjoy the peaceful nature of the moment.
It feels illegal that him, out of all people, could experience an instance like this. He, whom from the day of his creation the only birthright that has been given to him was an eternity of grievance, shame and solitude, simply lying on the grass without any other concern but you.
He doesn't understand it but he wants to. Your presence itself has already helped him understand a hint of your normalicy, something that he had spent decades chasing and longing for but was never able to hold for long enough to call it his. And yet, he lets himself fall into your trap and comfort, finally taking a break from all the thoughts that have been stuck in his mind as he simply rests by your side.
