So, I’ve been reading this fanfiction and from the most recent chapter, I read one the most cutest scenes. I just had to draw them. The fanfic is “Secrets in Our Quills” by Nebrasska. I recommend reading it. Here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61503340/chapters/157229068
Cute character x reader that popped into my head. Mild OOC yandere vibes. Genshin Impact scenario's to help with that seasonal depression. Requests are still closed.
Was not proofread! I'm still getting in the swing of things. I made this mainly to help get my writing back on track.
Xiao, Kazuha, Zhongli
Xiao♡
♡ His eyes widen at the site of blood trickling along your arm, unbeknownst to you.
♡He hurries over to you with the speed of a concerned partner. Much like he does anytime you are in danger or hurt. Xiao was always so concerned with your well being. After all you two have been through he finds himself wanting to protect you more and more as the months pass.
♡His yellow hues would scan over every part of you, taking in your figure with worry plastered all over his face. "Tell me what happened." His voice was strict, but caring. Curious hands would reach out for you, gently taking your arm to cradle the weeping wound as he scans the now bruising mark. "Hilichurls ran me out of the woods today. I must have gotten hit when I was trying to escape."
♡ Taking in your words he stopped his anger from bubbling up for now. His sharp eyes would examine the gash intensely as he began cleaning it with a damp cloth. A hiss of pain leaves your lips causing him to freeze, the cloth hovering over the wound.
♡concerned eyes gaze down at you as he silently waits for you to approve of his first-aid. Nodding your head in response he continues to clean the wound.
♡ Once the blood is cleared from your skin, he grabs a fresh gauze, wrapping it expertly around your arm. A soft smile rests on his face as he examines his work. Pride swells in his chest as he takes in how well he helped you.
♡But that was short lived because he was quickly standing tall, making his way to the door to face off against the monsters that harmed you. The mask he usually adorned in battle was brought to his face as he summoned his weapon. His weapon creaked under his vice grip as he vanished into a puff of black and teal smoke surly going off to kill your attackers.
Kazuha◇
◇ His eyes would widen at the site of you being carried aboard the ship by captain Beidous crew members. Blood dripped along your face as you were sat beside a few unconscious fighters.
◇Before he knew it he was by your side, reaching down to grab your hand. Kazuha had seen the aftermath of war so he was skilled with first aid, and comforting those in pain. "Tell me what happened." Your tired eyes peer up at him as he brings your head to rest on his lap. "Vision hunters."
◇His eyes dart to where he knows your vision usually is and he feels a wave of relief wash over him seeing the gods blessing was still attached to your arm. He smiles softly at you before tucking his hair behind his ear.
◇ "Glad to see you didn't let them have it so easily. I'm very proud of you for standing your ground." He helped the first responders of the ship that hurriedly rushed around giving proper medical attention to those who needed it, but he made sure to pay extra attention to you.
◇Kazuha held you softly, whispering to you his most recent haiku as his way of comforting you. Skilled hands brush along the back of your head as you laid in his arms, wrapped up in gauze like some half baked mummy.
◇His soft red hues gaze down at you lovingly as he makes sure you're well taken care of. It was too risky to move you right now so you both would enjoy a beautiful night under the stars tonight. He would be sure to give those who harmed you a proper burial once his informant gathered their location.
Zhongli ¤
¤ Your eyes danced along the horizon as the fireworks sounded around you. You had been working hard all week and finally had a day to yourself, well sort of. A tall man dressed in a very respectable suit stood right beside you. This man being someone you've recently befriended.
¤ You smile up at him holding out a small bag filled with candies and sweets from the festival happening around you. With a glint of joy in his eyes he takes only one piece, saving the rest for you. "I insist on you holding onto those. I fear if I have too many I may not be able to enjoy other foods." He clearly jokes as you both move through the crowd. That's when you felt a sharp pain shooting through you.
¤Within seconds you're whisked away. The world around you blurs and you fall unconscious.
¤ Waking up you find yourself patched up along your side. Zhongli sat beside you, cradling your hand in his as he told you what happened. Some theif that panicked after a failed robbery had fled the scene, stabbing multiple people in the city.
¤Zhongli's golden eyes drank up your soft face, something hiden well behind his them. If you were not as empathetic as you were you certainly would have missed it. Animosity.
¤ "You are safe now. There is no need to worry about him. He has been captured and is awaiting trial." Your heart skips a beat as your eyes lock onto his. What you didn't know is there will be no trial. There wasn't even a body to be found. Not anymore.
One of my favorite chapters, and one I think is good, in the story of the eighth child of the Weasley family.
The story is about Arthur Weasley's eighth child, the result of one night with Minerva McGonagall after the Battle of Hogwarts, and she remained hidden from him for eight years until he discovered it.
Part (2)
Minerva entered through the shop’s door.
She smiled as she looked at the many goods in the store, in all shapes, colors, and sizes, neatly displayed.
The shop had a fair number of customers, even at this early hour.
The employees, dressed in their purple uniforms, moved around actively, helping customers and presenting the newest and latest products.
Minerva felt a sense of joy she experienced every time she entered Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, as if she were a little girl. Though she had never admitted it, she believed that everyone needed fun and mischief from time to time, which was why she never banned all prank products in the school.
She began to remember the twins who founded the shop, and a wave of sadness passed through her when she remembered Fred Weasley. She always felt sorrow when recalling any of her former students who had died in the war against Voldemort and his followers.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a young man wearing a purple uniform, who spoke with a foreign accent. Minerva guessed from it that he was French.
“Hello, madam. How can I help you? Are you looking for something specific?”
Minerva said, “Hello. Actually, I would like to meet George Weasley or Ron Weasley—preferably both.”
Before the young man could speak, another young man arrived. Minerva recognized him as one of her former students.
“Welcome to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, Professor McGonagall.”
Minerva said, “Hello, Mr. Rudlis. I wanted to meet George or Ron. Is that possible?”
Rudlis became slightly nervous and signaled to the French employee to leave. Then he said apologetically, “Ah… I’m sorry, Professor. They both left a little while ago.”
Minerva raised an eyebrow.
“Both of them are not here?” She rarely found them in the shop whenever she needed them regarding school matters and their products. She added, “May I wait for them until they return?”
Rudlis swallowed and said, “I don’t know when they’ll come back, but I can deliver whatever you want to tell them, Professor.” He smiled nervously.
Minerva sighed. She wanted to settle this matter today, not through the mail.
Before she could move, someone came from behind her and said, “Hello, Jacob. Could you tell George to come immediately?”
It was Angelina Weasley, George’s wife.
Minerva looked at her. The young woman was holding a baby girl in her arms—Minerva guessed she was Roxanne—and beside her stood a small red-haired boy, whom Minerva assumed was little Fred.
Angelina said when she noticed Minerva, “Oh, Professor McGonagall! Welcome, Professor. What a lovely coincidence to see you here.” She smiled.
Minerva smiled back. “Hello, Mrs. Weasley.”
Angelina said, “It’s just Angelina, Professor. But what are you doing here at this time?” Then she added with a surprised smile, “Did you come to buy something?”
Minerva said with a smile, “No, I came to meet George and Ron, but unfortunately they are not here.”
Angelina was surprised. “How is George not here? He told me this morning that he would spend most of the morning at the shop because they have an urgent order to deliver.”
Rudlis was making unclear gestures to Angelina from behind Minerva.
Angelina said, “Oh, maybe they are in the hideout. It’s the place they go when they want some quiet to invent a new product away from the shop’s noise. Come with me, Professor—I’m sure they’re there.”
Rudlis widened his eyes and shook his head in refusal toward Angelina, but she didn’t notice. She walked, and Minerva followed her, along with little Fred, who was looking at Minerva with curiosity.
Fred suddenly said to Minerva while they were walking, “Hello! I’m Fred,” and he smiled, showing his small teeth.
Minerva smiled at him and said, “Hello, Fred. Nice to meet you.”
They reached a small door. Minerva might have thought it was an old cupboard door or an unused broom closet.
Angelina cast a spell on the door with her wand, and Minerva heard the sound of the lock opening.
At that moment, in a small room inside Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, George and Ron were sitting on two chairs with a small table between them.
George said, “Do you think she’s gone?”
Ron said, “I told Jacob to come here immediately after she leaves.”
George and Ron had quickly hidden in this room when they learned that Professor McGonagall was in the shop.
George sighed and said, “You know, Ron, we can’t keep hiding like this every time Professor McGonagall comes.”
Ron said, “I know, George, but she comes to scold us. I’m sure this time it’s because of Filch’s prank. That idiot Cironus will regret acting on his own.”
George narrowed his eyes at Ron. “Ron, I’ll ask you for the last time—did you know anything about this prank?”
Ron sighed. “I swear to you, George, I didn’t know anything about it. I was surprised just like you. Damn you, Cironus—you got us into trouble with Professor McGonagall.”
George said, “After we get out of here, we should send her an apology letter and promise to fix the matter.”
Ron said, “I agree with you, brother.”
The brothers were interrupted by the sound of the room door opening. At first, they thought it was Jacob Rudlis coming to tell them that Professor McGonagall had left—but they were shocked by who stood outside the door.
Angelina was standing there, holding baby Roxanne and gently rocking her. Little Fred stood beside her, and next to him was Professor Minerva McGonagall, looking at them with wide, astonished green eyes.
Angelina said, “Here they are, Professor! I told you they were here. Come on, George—I need you for something important. Don’t stand like a statue.”
George and Ron froze in shock.
George recovered and said, “Ah… Angelina, my dear, what brought you here? Did something happen?”
He stepped out of the small room, followed by Ron, until they stood in front of Angelina.
Angelina sighed. “Yes, something happened. You know our neighbor, Mrs. Smith—and you know that her daughter and grandchildren came to visit this week. And you also know that your dear son sometimes goes to play with them. Well… your son Fred managed to convince Mrs. Smith’s grandson to steal his father’s wand and—”
“I only borrowed it, Mama!” little Fred shouted in his childish voice, but Angelina silenced him with an angry look.
She continued,
“Then Fred and Mrs. Smith’s grandson started playing with the wand, until Fred decided to try one of the spells on him. And of course, I don’t need to tell you that the result was very bad—and that the poor child is now at St. Mungo’s receiving treatment to reverse your son’s spell.”
George’s mouth hung open in shock, opening and closing before he finally said,
“Oh… that is really bad.”
Angelina looked at him angrily.
“That’s all you have to say, George Weasley? But what can I expect—you are the reason for all of this in the end.”
George said,
“Wait a minute, Angelina—why am I the reason? I didn’t tell him to do that. Why do you always blame me?”
Angelina replied,
“It’s your genes, George. You passed on to my son the love of pranks and mischief—even at this young age.”
George said,
“He’s a child, my dear. This is normal for children.”
Trying to calm his wife, George smiled lovingly and winked at her.
“But you too, my beautiful wife, are quite mischievous—and last night is the best proof of that.”
Angelina’s cheeks turned very red, and she glanced around at her son, Professor McGonagall, and Ron after hearing her husband’s bold teasing.
Minerva and Ron both pretended to look elsewhere, though a faint blush spread across Minerva’s cheeks, and Ron’s ears turned completely red.
Angelina said,
“What are you saying, George, you idiot? We are in a public place, and Fred is here!”
George said casually,
“Don’t worry, Angelina. I’m sure he doesn’t understand what I mean.”
Angelina gave him a sharp look, and he quickly added,
“Sorry, my dear.”
After a few moments of silence, George said,
“But I still don’t understand why you came. I think Fred’s punishment could have waited until I got home, and then we could agree on a suitable punishment.”
Fred shouted,
“No, Papa! I don’t want to be punished, please!”
Angelina looked at him and said firmly,
“Of course you will be punished, Fred Weasley. Playing with a real wand is very dangerous, and I warned you more than once not to touch any real wand. Look what happened to that poor boy because of you.”
Fred looked down at his feet, his face showing signs of embarrassment, his cheeks flushed red.
Angelina sighed and said to George,
“I need to take Fred to St. Mungo’s to visit Mrs. Smith’s family, to apologize, and to wish the boy a speedy recovery. And I can’t take Roxanne with me.”
George immediately said, after understanding why she came,
“No, Angelina, I can’t take care of Roxanne right now—we have a lot of work today.”
Angelina said,
“You are their father, George. You must share the responsibility with me.”
She handed the bag containing extra clothes, diapers, and Roxanne’s milk bottles to Ron, who was standing beside George.
Then she handed baby Roxanne to her father and said,
“Don’t worry, I won’t be long. I’ll come back to take her as soon as Fred and I are done with the visit, alright?”
George sighed and said,
“Do I have another choice?”
Angelina, holding little Fred’s hand, said,
“Be careful not to let her put any of the toys or prank items from your office into her mouth. She likes to explore everything with her mouth.”
George replied,
“Don’t worry, my dear Angelina. I’ll take good care of her.”
Angelina looked at Minerva and smiled warmly.
“I wanted to talk with you a bit, Professor, but as you see, I have to go now. Goodbye, Professor.”
Minerva smiled.
“Goodbye, Angelina. Goodbye, Fred.”
Fred waved at his father, Uncle Ron, and Minerva.
“Byeee!”
Ron stood holding the baby bag, George holding Roxanne, and Minerva beside them.
Minerva said,
“So… you have been hiding from me all this time.”
Before anyone could respond, baby Roxanne began crying loudly after realizing her mother was gone.
George tried to calm her.
“Easy, my little one… what’s wrong? Look, we’re in the shop—we’ll play together and have fun until Mama comes back, my beautiful princess.”
But the baby continued crying and squirming in her father’s arms.
George looked at his brother for help. Ron stepped forward, gently wiping the baby’s tears with a handkerchief.
“What’s wrong, Roxanne? Don’t you want to play with Daddy and Uncle Ron for a bit?”
The two brothers kept trying to quiet her and make her laugh, but she continued crying. Nearby employees and customers began looking at them—and at the baby.
Minerva’s heart softened at the sight. She stepped closer and said,
“Give her to me, George. I will try to calm her.”
George handed her over carefully.
Minerva took little Roxanne, gently rocking her.
“What is it, little lady? Everything is alright… shhh… shhh…”
Then she began singing in a soft, sweet voice—a lullaby she used to sing to her daughter Athena when she was little.
The baby’s crying stopped, and she looked at Minerva with curious eyes, listening to her voice.
When Minerva finished, she smiled and placed a gentle kiss on the baby’s tiny nose. She wiped away her tears and adjusted her position until Roxanne rested her head on Minerva’s shoulder, her small finger in her mouth.
Ron and George stood staring in shock for several moments.
Minerva looked at them and said,
“What is wrong with the two of you?”
Ron said,
“Wow… I didn’t know you had such a beautiful voice, Professor.”
George said,
“And the world still manages to surprise us.”
Minerva narrowed her eyes at him.
“What do you mean by that, George Weasley?”
George quickly said,
“I didn’t mean anything, Professor. What I meant is that your voice is beautiful, and your singing is wonderful.” He smiled.
Minerva sighed.
“Thank you.”
George said,
“I believe you came to us, Minerva, because of one of the pranks. Come, let’s talk in the office upstairs.”
He reached out to take Roxanne, but she buried her face into Minerva’s neck.
Minerva said,
“It’s alright, George. Leave her for a little while until she calms down. Let’s go to the office.”
Ron, George, and Minerva—carrying Roxanne—went to George’s office on the second floor.
During the short walk, Minerva noticed that Roxanne kept putting her hand in her mouth and sucking on it strongly. A thought crossed her mind about why the baby had been crying.
They arrived at the office, which was of medium size, filled with scattered toys, prank items, and designs.
George sat behind his desk and gestured for Minerva to sit.
Minerva sat in one of the chairs opposite the desk, while Ron sat beside her after handing the bag to George.
As she sat, Minerva noticed Roxanne opening her mouth and leaning toward her chest. Her suspicion was confirmed, and she smiled.
“I think Roxanne is upset because she’s hungry. George, look for her milk bottle in the bag.”
George searched the bag until he found it.
Minerva said,
“Do you know the warming charm, young man?”
George replied,
“Of course, Minerva. I’m a good father—I take care of my children.”
Minerva smiled apologetically.
“Alright, don’t be offended. Warm the bottle.”
George sighed, took out his wand, and cast the warming spell. After warming it slightly, he tested a drop on his hand to make sure it was warm—not hot.
He handed the bottle to Minerva.
“Should I feed her?”
Minerva said,
“I can feed her.” She smiled. “As you know, I have a child—I have experience.”
Ron asked,
“How is Athena, Professor? Why didn’t she come with you?”
Minerva replied, while looking at Roxanne now feeding peacefully,
“She’s at school. And I’m not here on a family visit—as I believe you already guessed. Which is why you were hiding.” She looked at both of them.
George sighed.
“This is about the prank targeting Filch, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
Ron said quickly,
“I swear, Professor, we didn’t know anything about it. One of the shop workers thought it would be funny to make that prank and label it with Filch’s name.”
George added,
“Don’t worry, Professor. We’ll take care of it and resolve everything today. You have our word.”
Ron nodded.
“Yes, Professor. Don’t worry.”
Minerva sighed.
“Very well, boys. I will trust you.”
George said,
“Well then—it’s settled. Ah, Minerva… how rude of me. I forgot to ask—would you like a cup of tea?”
Minerva smiled.
“No, thank you, George. But that’s kind of you.”
Ron stood, opened a drawer, took out a small colorful box, and returned.
“Here, Professor—these are very good sweets. They haven’t been released yet. We only offer them to special guests.” He winked.
Minerva narrowed her eyes.
“Ron… this isn’t one of your tricks, is it?”
“No, no—of course not! Look.”
He unwrapped one and ate it.
“It’s completely safe.”
Minerva accepted the treat and thanked him.
They chatted for a while, including about Athena. During that time, Roxanne finished her milk and fell asleep peacefully in Minerva’s arms.
Minerva said,
“It’s time for me to return to Hogwarts, boys. Thank you for your hospitality—and don’t hide from me again.”
George and Ron said together,
“Yes, Professor… and we are sorry.”
Minerva gently kissed Roxanne’s cheek, then carefully handed her back to George so she wouldn’t wake.
George held his daughter carefully, kissed her, and smiled.
“Sweet dreams, Daddy’s princess.”
Minerva said goodbye to both Ron and George, who asked her to send their regards to Athena.
Minerva then left Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes after resolving the prank matter.
And afterward, she returned to Hogwarts.
NOTE: The chapter was written and published some time ago, but I made some minor adjustments to the translation because it was previously a literal translation.
