#genshin reader insert

[genshin-scenarios]

jealous jealous jealous--

Summary: Jealousy headcanons! Reader is implied to be in Nod Krai with them right now, but isn't nessesarily the Traveler/MC.

Characters: Wanderer, Illuga, Flins

Wanderer

"They're a little busy right now. Sorry." Wanderer pulls you towards him - one hand on your wrist, the other circled around your waist. You stand there awkwardly, unsure of how to detach yourself from him when you're so obviously entangled. "Maybe you can look for them another time."

What is he, a cat? But you guess it could be worse; if he was still the Balladeer, you imagine the situation would involve a lot less words and decorum.

"They were just thanking me for helping with a commission..."

"Are you saying you aren't busy right now?" With a raise of his brow, Wanderer tugs you even closer for good measure, tilting up your chin.

"Don't think that after travelling all the way here, I'd be content with just watching you frolick around with strangers." His voice grows soft; though you aren't sure if the slight edge was truly from jealousy, or the thought that you may be separated soon because of his mission tasks. "At least for now... I need you to look at me."

Illuga

"Wait, Young Master, it really wasn't-"

Thud. A small amount of force hits the space next to your head, belonging to Illuga's palm. Behind it was a mix of annoyance and pent up frustration.

"...I've told you to stop calling me that." Illuga sighs, regaining his composure slightly, but not restracting from your position: his right arm caging you against the wall, and now his left snaking to the empty spot on the other side.

"We've known each other for years." His voice grows strained as he says your name, as if it is the cause of his headache. "Why do you still insist on such formalities?"

"I'm sorry, Cap-" You catch yourself. "-Illuga. It's... just a force of habit." Your gaze turns downward. "That, and I thought it wouldn't be right to act too casually with you, when the squad needs your leadership more than ever."

Finally, Illuga meets your eyes. But the intensity in his gaze makes all the words die on your tongue.

"That may be so," Illuga mutters, eyes flitting between your lashes, nose, then your lips. "But I need you just as much."

Oh.

He places his forehead against yours, eyes shut in a plea.

"If the squad is going to address you by your name, at least allow me the same freedom and call me as you always do." Illuga leans back, cobalt-red gaze soft. "It's... different when I hear your voice."

You're my light.

Flins

"...Sir Flins?"

"Yes?"

"I believe that the illusion has been defeated." You say with mild amusement as Flins continues to purify the spot where his Wild Hunt impersonation had stood, for the umpteenth time. "While I appreciate the caution, lingering here any longer will not do us any good."

"You don't seem appropriately alarmed." Flins appears in front of you in a crackle of electricity, hand cupping your cheek. There is concern behind it; but also an unspoken emotion as he looks down at you. "You spoke with it at length, and almost took his hand."

"I wouldn't have actually followed him." You try to calm Flins down, but his expression tightens as your fingers touch his wrist. "I was just buying time for you to arrive."

"You know that for you, there is little I wouldn't do." He picks up your hand, placing a kiss onto the inside of your palm. "But next time, do not engage with the phantoms. Even if they have taken my shape."

The illusion of Flins had not hurt you, but it was clear that it was impersonating a deeper sense of desire that he'd long buried within himself. One that shifted and curled its fog against your ankles and shins. Tickled the back of your neck as you were wandering through the darkness, smiling at you as if it too, could feel a warmth in its chest as you called it his name.

Just the thought of it sends crackles of his own power floating on top of your skin - searching for and burning away any trace of the phantom's memory.

[graveantics]

matchsies

You expected cold shoulders and emotionless stares from your fiancé, not...whatever this is.

Notes — arranged marriage with Lohen, short drabble, ooc probably, my research into lohen as a character includes 3 fanfics and all of his edits on tiktok, inspired by chapter 34 of Nakanowarui iinazuke no hanashi.

You knew arranged marriages would never end well, especially after having witnessed your own parents’ loveless marriage. Your family dinners were always spent in complete silence, save for the clattering of silverware and the occasional political discussions. So when you were told you will be engaged to a Knight of Favonius from Mondstadt, you already knew what to expect. “He is the vice-captain of the fifth company.” Your father said, grabbing a handkerchief to wipe himself.

You knew this conversation was going to happen tonight, you heard whispers from the maids down the empty halls, you have even heard other things regarding who you are to be wed with “I hear he has an insatiable bloodlust.” You’re not surprised your parents are willing to sell you off to some lunatic.

Yet your fiancè alongside Mondstadt managed to surprise in more ways than one. The Knights-Of-Favonius greeted you with more warmth than you had ever experienced from your parents’ cold attitudes. And your fiancè–Whom you now come to know as Lohen, is incredibly welcoming since your first step off the carriage.

So much that it tends to irk you.

Really, why is he always so curious about whatever business you had?!

“Hello my love, are you out for a walk this afternoon?” The first stage of his plan, which includes ‘accidentally’ encountering you during his ‘free time’

“Shall I join you for today?” Then stage two includes him inviting himself to your outing, before finally bombarding you with useless small talk (Which you begrudgingly answer, lest he makes a disappointing expression)

Your relationship with Lohen is nothing like the arranged marriages you have seen in the past, it is nothing like the one your parents have, everything so far has been outside of your initial predictions, and it is driving you insane.

(You ignore the part of you that is beginning to anticipate Lohen’s presence on your outings)

…

“We should get matching rings.” Lohen suggested out of nowhere.

“If you are bored, then you should pick up a book too. Instead of thinking of outrageous things.” He knows he’s the one who insisted on staying here, but you are too engrossed in your book to actually entertain him!

“But I’m being serious! It feels nice to have something to make it official y’know?”

“I don’t find any need to do so.” Right, because to you this is just a loveless marriage. His attempts at trying to woo you bounce right off of you, he should be happy you allow him to spend time together with you, he’s the pathetic one for wanting more.

“Besides, we will soon have matching last names anyways.” You finally say as you close your book,

“No need to rush to make things official, it will happen either way.” Then you left the room, along with Lohen in a state of shock.

After processing what you just said, Lohen smiles to himself, unable to hold back the blush dusting his cheeks. “I suppose that’s true.” Damn your chokehold on him, he shouldn't be this happy over a few words from you.

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[carameldove]

꧁“There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.”꧂

✦ synopsis: your knight spending his summer break with you (aka getting cozy and domestic with Lohen <3)

✦ warnings: might be OOC and slightly suggestive? Wrote this because I was bored :p

• All knights have the chance to get a paid leave two times a year, and of course your knight has been waiting for the weather to warm up to use this opportunity.

• After his request for leave got approved, Lohen was barely able to sleep because he was so excited to spend the days ahead with you <33

• How great it is to wake up not having to rush, the sunlight dancing, lazily pulling you closer with the excuse that the air is still chilly in the mornings.

• Lohen loves that only he can see you in such state, hair messed up, your eyes slightly puffy from too much sleep.

• You’d basically have to drag him out of the bed and even then he is attached to your hip. Now that he doesn’t have knightly duties to do, all his attention is focused on you.

• Great until..its not so great. Lohen has always had an obsession with biting you, so now that he is home he gets to do that plenty. (Wouldn’t even hurt he just likes your skin in his mouth.)

• He gets the zoomies like a rabbit in the mornings, one of the many reasons he seeks the thrill of fight. Imagine dealing with this at home

• Would go from sleepy to bouncing off walls after hes calmed down a bit hes back to your side.

• Anyways! Lohen likes hearty meals so he’d make sure to bless you with one for breakfast and lunch.

• No shame whatsoever would slap your ass and then sprint around the house while you chase him.

• As shameless he is, Lohens just as romantic. Remembering your favourite dishes, taking you out for date nights every week (even if he was busy with his work now that he isn’t, those dates are present almost every night. “Almost” because whenever you don’t feel like going out cuddling and sharing a meal together at home suffices too. Atp everything does so down bad for his lover) , checking the temperature of your hot beverage before handing it to you, automatically pulling you to his side in large crowds.

• Although he loves to see you all pretty for him, he likes being at home more, Lohen doesn’t give much thought to public opinion he could pull you in for a kiss or more anytime, what he cares about is you being comfortable. Not that he wouldn’t pick a bone with whoever makes you purposefully uncomfortable… Lohen knows sometimes you don’t want all that affection in public so being alone with you is win-win situation.

• “No you don’t get it we have to shower together there is a water drought in Mondstadt :((“

• Every day is chaotic and different with him, you can’t really get bored the only predictable thing Lohen sticks to is that he needs kisses 25/8

⭑.ᐟ

[albakore]

wc: 1.3k, wanderer x gn!reader

how wanderer reacts to you being high

warning: this post continues themes of substance use. please do not read if you find that triggering.

it was a warm night. you’re sitting outside of the little wooden house you own on the outskirts of Sumeru City. You had nothing to do tomorrow—a rare day without any errands to run, classes to attend, or money to make.

…and you just so happened to have the perfect night alone activity in your drawer.

the sun had set, the street clear; it was just you, the stone balcony, and the starry sky for company. you pulled out the joint, lit the match, flame flickering in the breeze, and took a slow, smooth inhale. you let your whole body relax with the exhale, your posture molding to the seat as your awareness slowly drifted upward.

you were somewhere between your bench and the canopy above when you caught it.

steps crunching up the gravel to your front door.

ah, shit—you panic. Your gaze skitters around for a place to put the ember out and away from sight. the issue was that your high had already started to dampen your awareness, leaving you fumbling awkwardly. you finally tuck it behind a potted plant and face front again.

your eyes locked on the direction of the footsteps, heart thudding against your chest.

finally, he rounds the corner enough for you to finally see the outline of his familiar, unmistakable hat.

The Wanderer.

You felt a flicker of relief—at least it wasn’t someone with the authority to ruin your plans—followed closely by a more tedious apprehension.

see, the wanderer had started doing this thing—I don’t know—maybe 3 months ago? where he liked to drop by unannounced, treating your home like it was his own. he would let himself in, drape himself over your couch like he was the one who bought it, do his work at your desk, point out with almost too much glee the most inefficient parts of your daily routine.

this man was going to be insufferable if he caught you with your guard this far down. but it was too late to stop yourself from drifting off, so you might as well grin and bear it; stressing out was only going to make you paranoid.

“you are the last person i want to see right now…” you groan almost theatrically once he’s within earshot. you drag a hand down your face for extra dramatic effect, though the corners of your mouth twitching into the ghost of a smile belies your underlying amusement.

“and why exactly is that?” comes his low drawl, sounding almost mocking.

How do you even explain to him..? You had no clue how he felt about human vices; it wasn’t exactly something you thought to ask the puppet about.

His eyes dragged over your form; your movements were languid, almost sluggish, slumped unceremoniously against your outdoor furniture.

you finally lowered your hand from your face and he got a good look at your face. your eyes were starting to droop half-lidded, tinged red at the corners.

his eyebrows furrowed—what in Teyvat was wrong with you? He couldn’t help the momentary sense of panic he felt, he was always a ‘worst case scenario’ person. Did you eat something poisonous or rotten on accident? Did you require medical attention?

Then, you started to giggle. He stopped a few feet away from you and blinked, perplexed.

His gaze finally drifted over to the subtle movement behind the plant, the slow billows of smoke wafting up like incense.

That’s when the smell finally hit him.

Oh.

His lips curled into a predatory smile as he pieced together why you were acting so out of character. He took another step closer, eyes glinting with amusement. He looked, for all intents and purposes, like a cat that had caught its prey.

“What’s so funny?” He pries, his voice a low gravelly drawl. He took a few steps closer, stopping just shy of looming over you. He crosses his arms, eyes dragging over your slumped form, your shoulders still shaking with laughter.

“why do you always pick—“ you choke out between fits of laughing, “—the worst times to show up??”

you finally look up at him, “why can’t you, I don’t know, visit me for lunch like a normal person?” you gripe, but your critique feels empty, flimsy underneath the warmth in your smile.

“why would i want your mediocre cooking?” he retorts effortlessly before his posture finally softens just slightly. “you look… relaxed.” he observes neutrally, his tone dipping to something more conversational.

“i am… high as hell right now,” you finally admit, though you get the sense that he had long since figured it out. you lay down against the bench fully, torso twisting like a cat’s as you crane your neck to keep looking up at him.

he chuckles dryly—more of a scoff, really—and takes a seat beside you, keeping a careful few inches of distance. he leans over you, his wide hat blotting out the moonlight. you two were trapped together in this pocket of shadow that felt like a shared secret, a window of privacy even sitting out in the open.

You meet his probing gaze, but your smile doesn’t fade—if anything the idea of being ‘caught’ is proving entertaining to your half-faded brain.

“what’s the occasion?” he finally speaks, his voice a low hum.

you tilt your head at him, expression flickering with confusion. “what do you mean?”

the wanderer pauses at how earnest you sound; if he didn’t know better, he’d almost call it endearing—though he’d definitely deny it if you asked.

“oh,” you figure out his question before he has chance to clarify. “you mean, why am i smoking?” you shrug, “it’s just fun to sometimes.”

he tilts his head just slightly, studying you, the ornaments at the end of the tassels on his hat clinking softly.

then, to your surprise, he pinches the joint with two careful fingers and hands it back to you. “you don’t have to stop on my account. this is your home after all.”

“how gallant of you,” you tease.

“don’t make me regret being nice to you.” he warns, but there’s no real threat in it.

he watches as you prop yourself up on an elbow and take another long hit from the joint.

you flop back down against the bench, your head landing in his lap. he doesn’t scoff or pull away like he probably would have had you been sober, perhaps too captivated by your shift in demeanor.

“come here.” you demand.

he quirks an eyebrow at you, but your question catches him more off guard than he’s willing to admit—you can tell by the way he complies without arguing for once.

you feel him stiffen under your touch as you grab his cheeks and hold his face a breath away from your own. your lips hover just over his, careful not to let them touch, and exhale slowly, blowing the smoke into his mouth.

it probably didn’t matter, puppets didn’t have a circulatory system that could react to the smoke to get him high in any meaningful sense… but he inhales anyway, letting your breath guide his in an even exchange. if he had a heartbeat, his pulse would most certainly be pounding right now.

after a few moments, you pull back. you lay back against his lap, smiling wide with contentment. the look on his face is as carefully guarded as ever, but the fact that he doesn’t snap at you—or, his usual favorite, simply leave—speaks volumes. he watches you with his eyebrows furrowed, blinking once, twice, as he processes what just happened.

“you’re insufferable.” he grumbles, exhaling the smoke over his shoulder, mindful not to blow it back on you. his hand comes to rest tentatively on your head, his thumb stroking your temple with feather-light motions.

the puppet had spent literal centuries ensuring with every fiber in his being that this level of intimacy never reached him, he’d all but forgotten what this felt like. and yet, as he sits there with your head in his lap, all he can think is that he wished he would have closed the gap and kissed you while he had such a perfect opportunity.

guess he’ll just have to wait for you to do it again.

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[genshin-side-piece]

A/N: The 6.3 Dottore stuff changed my brain chemistry. Canon yandere Dottore was not on my Genshin bingo card. Let’s just hope Pantalone isn’t super pissed the first time we meet him. 

Warnings: Yandere Fauti Non-Sense, obsession, possession (desired), g/n reader, sfw

Imagine Pantalone shares Dottore's obsession with the traveler. Whether it be grief due to the “loss” of his friend, or that our value to him is nearly immeasurable, he still wants us.

It didn't start out that way. Pantalone's orders in the beginning were only to keep tabs on us through our various tasks with the Adventurer's Guild. It was easy enough to draw us in with the promise of ample rewards, provided we completed certain tasks. We had nothing, so the chance to earn something was welcomed. At first, the tasks were small. We were given simple challenges designed to measure our character, figure out our personality, our likes, our dislikes. Then the tasks grew into feats of strength. How invincible were we? How many monsters could we defeat in one go? How far did the limit of our physical capabilities extend before we could be defeated? Then finally, the bar was raised with the intention of testing our resolve. How much could we take, before we cracked under the weight of our own ambition? All of it would be compiled into reports that Pantalone would then pass on to the higher ups in the Fauti. 

He never really paid them much mind. While the reports gave a glimpse into our true value when it came to the Fauti’s plans, Pantalone was already well aware that we were nearly invaluable as we were unique to this world. A true one of a kind. Decent people were a mora a dozen, weren’t they? Immortals, especially powerful ones, were rarer but still easy enough to find. All anyone needed to do was look at his comrades as proof. Descenders though, they weren’t just strolling down the frozen streets of Snezhnograd were they? Especially one that is so easily manipulated as us.

We were so generous with some of his other comrades, surely we could be persuaded to do the same for Dottore and him, right?

The desire to possess us stemmed purely from Dottore’s interest in us. It was hard to know when or how Dottore’s interest had sparked, but as Dottore's desire to have us grew, so did Pantalone's. As Dottore's patience waxed and waned, so did Pantalone's. The only relief that abided the mutual need to have us, were the reports that told them we were drawing that much closer with every step we took. As Pantalone readied himself for the journey to Nod Krai, the excitement of being so close to finally bringing us to his and Dottore’s side was nearly impalpable. Natlan was very near to Nod Krai, wasn’t it? With the Captain’s unfortunate demise and the abyss still lurking, it would be nothing to steal Natlan’s famed hope from them, would it? Pantalone loved nothing more than realizing a long standing goal. Whether that be taking control of the world’s economy or us, he would enjoy the victory immensely.

Victory though, would not be that easy. 

Part of the job of a harbinger was to expect disappointment. Whether it be in business or in war, not everything went completely to plan. Even if one achieved the desired outcome, things could often get messy, especially if the right variables were introduced at the right time. We were one of those variables and Dottore’s failure to fully capture us was certainly a disappointment. Pantalone, though, could only grit his teeth and endure it. His disgust at the defeat could be quelled with the knowledge that he knew we wouldn’t stay in Nod Krai forever. At some point we would leave. With one archon left to find, Pantalone knew at some stage we would have to journey to Sneznaya. His patience would have to hold a little longer, even if his desire to take what he felt was his was already overriding all logic and reason.

He could wait. He would wait. Because the second we crossed into his territory, he knew it would be over for us. Pantalone would achieve what Dottore could not. He would bring us to heal once and for all, and when he did so he could finally call us his. 

[willowmillen]

​A Gift Beneath the Sky

content:wanderer x gn!reader, fluff-fluffy Valentine's Day gift.

This was made for Valentine's Day.

​The cool evening breeze of Sumeru rustled the leaves of the trees while you stood already prepared, waiting at the spot you had agreed upon. To be honest, you had your doubts about whether he would actually show up for something as worldly and—in his eyes—"ridiculous" as Valentine’s Day...

​However, just as you were about to lose hope, you felt a familiar gust of wind above you. The Wanderer descended gracefully, landing right in front of you. His hat cast a slight shadow over his face, but it wasn't enough to hide those sharp, piercing eyes.

​"You're still here" he said, his voice carrying its usual mocking yet soft undertone. "Did you truly believe I’d come, or were you just waiting out of sheer stubbornness?"

​

​You approached him with a smile. "I knew you’d come."

​He let out a light grunt and averted his gaze. "Tch blind faith... But since I’m here, let’s not waste time." He reached into his cloak and handed you a small, carefully wrapped box. The knot on the package was tied a bit clumsily—proof that he had struggled with it himself.

​"What is this?" you asked surprised.

​"Don't ask, just open it," he snapped back, though you could see the tips of his ears turning slightly red. "It’s not some piece of junk I found on the road. It's just a little something for that endless obsession of yours with 'collecting meaningful memories."

​When you opened the box, you found a small pendant carved from Anemo Crystals, with your name engraved upon it. When held up to the light, it shimmered as if a tiny storm were trapped inside.

​"Wanderer... this is wonderful."

​He stepped closer to help you put on the necklace. Though his fingers were ice-cold against your neck, his touch was incredibly gentle. "Don't overstate it," he whispered near your ear. "It’s just so the wind can always find you. If you ever get into trouble and I’m not around, this will remind you whose protection you are under."

​As he pulled back, one of those rare, faint smiles played on his lips. "Happy Valentine’s Day, you foolish human. But don't go making a habit of this, understood?"

All that remains is the laughter and giggles of the two of you.

[sheep-from-rad]

Note: This is just an Idea. I don’t know if I’m going to make a full fic or incorporate this into future fics. 

You know what’s not always talked about? Alfred’s angst potential in the neglected!reader fics. We know Alfred left his life behind to work for Martha and Thomas Wayne and then later on becoming the adoptive father to Bruce. Along with his old life, he had to leave his daughter Julia behind (I don’t remember which timeline but i think this is flashpoint) 

I would love to see a fanfic where the reader realizes that Alfred sticks with them not because of familial love or duty, he stayed because of guilt. Reader realizes that Alfred doesn’t see them at all, he sees Julia and what it’s like if he raised Julia. 

Bonus angst if Alfred started pushing the reader towards the things he remembered Julia likes: her favourite colour, her preferences in clothes, food, the things she hates, etc. Bonus angst (2x) if Alfred once accidentally called reader as ‘Julia’

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[madamemachikonew]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/88368331

Too Many Notes - Zandik x Gender Neutral Reader, 6k

Rating: Mature (kissing)

Pantalone sends his favourite subordinate to Zandik for treatment. Noticing the tension that develops between the two of you during your convalescence, he suggests a physical rehabilitation as part of your treatment – a piano lesson.

Gender neutral reader. No use of pronouns or Y/N or significant physical descriptors to preserve immersion.

Zandik is not wearing eyewear (mask, monocle, etc.), so as to allow flexibility for Reader to age him however they prefer.

TW: description of using needles to take blood tests

NB: all references to 'Dottore' in the tags mean Zandik in this fic.