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[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.

[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

[graveantics]

jealousy is a privilege, of which I don't have

They know they shouldn't feel this way, especially since you're not even theirs to begin with. But the heart knows what it wants, no matter how much it is denied.

notes — Furina, Diluc, Xiao, gender-neutral reader, slight navia, kaeya, and yantao cameos, part 2 soon

Xiao

If asked for his opinion, Xiao will say he definitely hates you. He was completely fine with solitude, yet you came like a whirlwind and forced yourself into his life. Asking him to have lunch together, insisting on walking home with him, trying to arrange outings on weekends, and so on. He could never understand you and your persistence. He wishes you would one day finally learn how to give up and leave him alone.

“I think [Name] is crushing on someone.” Hutao says to her friend as if it were a fact.

Xiao’s stomach dropped, he twisted his head so fast he almost broke his neck. He wasn't even included in the conversation–being a few feet away from them, but he couldn't just ignore what the girls had just said. Maybe he had misheard, or misunderstood something. Don’t be rash Xiao. He scolds himself, yet he can’t help it. His rationality flies out the window when it comes to you, another reason why he wants you out of his life.

“Now that you mention it, there were moments that made me a bit…suspicious.” What moments? there were signs? Xiao had never realized anything out of the ordinary. Xiao would definitely notice if you fancied someone, he has known you for long enough. Whatever could Yanfei be talking about? Before he could wonder further, Hutao answered for him.

“I think I first realized when they started baking for him. Apparently they made cookies specifically for him! I couldn't even try a bite!” Xiao is aware of your recent new hobby, he had become the taste tester for all your newest sweets, and you would ask for his opinions, to help you improve next time. Before, he had only thought of it as bothersome (purposefully excluding that he would always look forward to what you made and even waited for you at the roof every break time). However, with this new information…could it be that…

You had been trying to improve making desserts for this special someone? Unbelievable. Has he been unknowingly providing aid to you as you pursue someone else!? What a fool he was! tricked by your cute pleading eyes to help the enemy!

"Right! And they keep bringing him up in every conversation, like I could be talking about how a pig flew past me and they would STILL relate it to him somehow." Weird examples aside, Xiao racks his brain thinking of anyone you've mentioned often in the past few days. He remembers you excitedly bringing up the stoic man you met at Liyue from your work. He's also reminded of your complaint about a giant white haired delinquent with his eccentric and boisterous nature from Inazuma, and he couldn't forget how he froze in fear when you told him Childe had started befriending you. And he has only considered the male candidates, what if you were also interested in girls? Then there would be many more options to consider.

Each candidate he thinks of only succeeds in deepening his frown further. He detests even the idea of you with any of these people, They wouldn't be able to handle the entirety of you, your incessant nagging, your pushy and persistent nature, your laugh as the sunset paints you in an orange hue. They simply cannot bear it, they’re too weak for you (just like he was when you first flashed him your smile).

Then, is this it? Is he losing you for good…? wait no- this is good, he wanted this. He should be happy. He could finally move on from you, and pretend the butterflies in his stomach never existed.

Yet all he felt was uneasiness.

He starts to imagine a life without you, yet nothing comes up. It would be too dull, he cannot even remember what life was like before he met you. You have ruined him and his carefully designed self isolation.

He felt the need to do something about it, then Xiao walked away with resolute, unaware of the conversation he left behind. The two girls stare from behind as he powerwalks away.

"...Should we tell him that we knew he was there?”

Hutao stares at the direction the lovesick boy ran off to “Nah, it’s about time he showed a little chivalry.”

Yanfei gives her friend a deadpan look before responding,“I don't think him eavesdropping on our conversation was very chivalrous.”

“Shh, let him cook.”

“Hutao please never say that in front of me ever again.”

Furina

No no no NO!!! This is all wrong, you're not supposed to be spending your time with her. Someone like Navia does not truly understand the value of your presence. That heathen is wasting your time, time that you should have spent with Furina instead! She graciously went out of her way to invite you for tea time. You should have been ecstatic, Furina even kindly went out of her way to obtain rare tea leaves all the way from Inazuma, (because you mentioned your curiosity over a specific flavour one time) and dressed up to leave you in awe of her impeccable fashion taste and unrivaled beauty.

Yet you rejected her offer because you had made "previous plans" with Navia!? Unacceptable. Someone like Furina absolutely cannot accept such a rejection. Navia must be scheming to take you away, she can't possibly lose you.

You are after all, her biggest fan.

In order to right this wrong, Furina will take it upon herself to find you. Oh! how terribly kind she is! Despite your audacity to leave her hanging, you are still allowed to be enveloped in Furina's presence. (Not because she hasn't seen you in days and misses your presence, of course. That'd be ridiculous)

Realizing the risk of losing a precious fan of hers forever, Furina understands that there is to be no room left for blunder. But not to worry, this master strategist has cooked up the perfect plan.

step one : crash your little date with Navia.

step two : impress you with her spectacular tricks and steal your attention with her impeccable wit and charm.

step three : you forget about Navia completely and swoons for Furina.

step four : you ditch your date, carry Furina in your arms and take her out on the best romantic evening in all of Fontaine! no, in all of Teyvat!

The plan is flawless! By the end of it you will barely remember the blonde girl’s name.

—

“Oh hi guys! Fancy meeting you here.” Of course, ‘tis was no mere coincidence. Furina had already been aware of your whereabouts and placed herself there. All part of the first step of her plan. She’s sure that you would be ecstatic to see her once more.

“F-Furina! What’re you doing here…!” For some reason you become tense at the sight of her. But she understands, being caught off guard by her presence tends to do so. Furina flashes you her sweetest smile.

“I had some free time! Thought I could find you to help around.” She spots a hint of blonde hair behind her, “Neither of you mind, right?” Your movements are incredibly awkward, avoiding Furina to look over at Navia, who nods at you. A small part of Furina is irked by it, it's as if you two are hiding something from her.

“Sure, the more the merrier right?” Step one is successful.

However it proves to be difficult to complete step two, due to how focused you are on your shopping. Why are you choosing between two different buttons like your life depends on it? She’s trying to charm you here!

“Navia, which of these fabrics would fit better?” You’ve been calling that name way too often for Furina’s liking. She’s quite knowledgeable in the art of textiles too you know. What makes Navia better than her?

There's a growing ache in her chest when she sees you smiling at Navia, Why don't you look at her that way? Then you giggle at something Navia said, Furina can feel strings tugging at her heart, breaking it apart, an uncomfortable feeling gnaws inside her.

She is quickly regretting her whole plan, it is clear that you are enamored with that girl already. And Furina is no match for someone that amazing, it hurts her to say but all she's doing right now is holding you back from true happiness.

Feeling dejected, Furina says her half-hearted goodbyes, leaves you two to the date that she almost ruined, then laid in the comfort her bed, embracing her sorrows. She doesn't remember much after that.

Before she knew it, Furina had been wallowing in her room for the past three days. What snaps her out of it is the knock on her door, followed by a voice she registered as yours. Wait, you're here!? But she looks like an absolute mess!!

“Uhm! Just a minute! I have some…confidential information I need to put away!” It’s not perfect but it's the only excuse she can think of.

“Oh, Alright then! Take your time.” Oh she definitely will. While she knows she can't compete with your beloved, at the very least she needs to look presentable enough for you. Yes, that's exactly why she’s dressed up and checked the mirror at least 3 times before finally opening the door.

She’s greeted by the view of you sitting down on her front porch, you stood up at the sight of her, huffing out a breath of relief. Did she worry you? Or were you just glad she finally opened the door? Or maybe you were huffing out of anger Furina’s inner thoughts clashed with each other.

“Forgive me for taking so long, there was- uh, some technical difficulties.”

You shake your head. “No need, It's my fault for coming over without informing you.”

“Would you like to come inside? We can chat over some tea.”

“I would love that.” You softly grin at her, which upsettingly sets off fireworks in Furina's heart. You're taken, she has to remind herself.

“Again, so sorry to bother you today Furina, I understand that you have a tight schedule and don't quite appreciate sudden visits.” You say as Furina goes to pour you a cup of tea. (the same brew she wanted to gift you that day)

“You’re lucky I had some free time today,” and the last three days, but you don't need to know that. “But next time, I’d appreciate a notice beforehand, then you wouldn't have to freeze out in the open for so long.” You nod once before grinning at her again.

And well, there's not much she can do when you give her your smile.

“But before that, could I ask you why you had been so distant the last time we met? I don't want to pry but I still want to help, is anything troubling you?” Furina panics, she didn't think you would notice, her mind is drawing blanks.

“Ohh that? I was uh-” She looks around her room, grasping for anything that she can get, she finds an idea when she spots the closet door she left ajar earlier. “–Reminded to clean out my closet! Yes, haha… Gotta replace old raggedy things with something better quality you know.” After all, what's the use of having some scrap and cheap imitation, when you can get something real, something far more suitable to you, something that’s not incomplete and considered a fraud by society.

“Oh I wouldn't be able to relate to that. I quite like my old clothes. It's the ones that have stayed with me through everything.” Furina does not give you a response, because she doesn't quite understand your interests in things that are deemed useless by most, and she probably never will.

“Anyways, I was mainly here to give you… this” You hand her a small box decorated with a blue ribbon on top, it was lightweight, and made a slight shuffling noise when she shook it. How did she miss your attempt at hiding this from her?

“I don't believe this is my birthday?” You chuckle at her dumbfounded expression.

“It is not a birthday present, Chiori was teaching me and Navia how to sew. So I decided to make something for you.” For her? You handcrafted this for her?

She opens the gift, to find a white haired doll with limbs sloppily sewn together, a crooked smile. Despite that, she recognises that it vaguely resembles herself. She also recognises the fabric it is made out of, and it finally hits her why you had been shopping with Navia.

how foolish of her! She tried to steal your attention when you were trying to make her the most thoughtful gift! The revelation badly embarrasses her, tinting her cheeks red, even just looking at you is far too much for her right now.

“W-well! it IS decent, not quite close to capturing my greatness… But, I appreciate your efforts. Thank you.” Damn it all, why did she have to stutter, and why can't her heart stop racing. She refuses to admit you made her feel this way.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, The Great Furina will need some time with herself.” She pushes you out of the room. “But—”

“Good bye!”

“Wait—” Furina slams the door on you before you could say anything. Once alone, she looks down at the beady eyes of the doll you handcrafted for her. Utterly ridiculous, she thinks. Who the hell is stupid enough to put that much effort on her? You did, and the thought of it ignites a giddy feeling in her chest, she cannot fight the smile forming on her face.

She keeps the doll near her person at all times, safe and unseen by others, but cherished just as much as she does you.

Diluc Ragvindr

Diluc believes that judging others before he gets to know them is incredibly shallow. What matters most to him is someone's values above all.

Yet, the guy you are currently speaking to brings a tight feeling in his chest. He can't stand him, it’s painfully obvious that he’s just trying to hit on you. Just who the hell does he think he is?

However Diluc deems it an irrational feeling, you are not his and he is not yours. No matter how many times his eye twitches every time that sleazy creature tries a pick-up line on you. Ridiculous he thinks, If Diluc were to court you he would do it properly, he wouldn't use something as immature as pick-up lines. You deserve the most beautiful flowers and sincere compliments that come from his heart, wait- but if you're into pick-up lines then maybe he would consider using them— He’s getting off track. Diluc could only sigh at the pathetic state he's in.

Despite how much he hates the vermin currently talking to you, he held some kind of respect for him due to his bravery. He has done something Diluc never managed to do, and that is to have the courage to court you.

That is why he’s stewing in jealousy while you're being whisked away by someone in the worst attire he’s ever seen. Your smile (that's not for him) tugs at Diluc’s heart, why can’t he be the reason you smile?

“You're practically shooting lasers at the guy.” A familiar, annoying voice stops his pity party, he can almost hear the smirk in his tone. “I didn't think you would be the jealous type.”

“Don't be ridiculous Kaeya, I’m just concerned whether or not his intentions with [Name] are pure.” He’s not being completely truthful, he’s aware, and so is Kaeya.

“Right, sure. And I eat slime condensate for breakfast.”

“Will you cut that out? I really am just concer—” Before Diluc could defend himself, something else distracts him.

The slimeball next to you raises his hand and reaches for the top of your head. Suddenly something hot flashes inside Diluc, his mind is empty, what's left is the pure rage he feels at that scum’s audacity.

“[Name].” The way he says your name held no warmth, it caught both you and the guy’s attention. His sudden attempt at diversion worked, the hand stops mid-air as you turn around to face Diluc. He releases a sigh of relief, the dark look he had before escapes, then panic catches up to him.

“Yes, Sir Diluc?” You inquire, tilting your head in confusion. Oh sevens. He’s lost it. The regret of what he just did is hitting him way too late.

He definitely didn't plan this far ahead.

But he feels the urgency to say something, anything as long as it gets rid of the man next to you.

“I- uh-” Yet he can't think of anything to answer, you and the thing next to you stared at him, waiting for an answer.

In the midst of his scrambled brain, Kaeya interrupts with a smirk. “He was wondering whether you would be available to help him with managing the bar, it's going to be a busy day you see.”

Your tense shoulders relax, then you smile at Diluc, which replaces his internal panic with butterflies in his stomach.

“I’d be glad to help, Sir Diluc.” Oh how he wishes to stay in that moment forever, just you and him, with no sleazebags trying to hit you up.

“Well, I-uh, I deeply appreciate it.” Diluc can already tell Kaeya is resisting the urge to laugh in his face. He supposes he’ll let him this time, Kaeya helped to give him an excuse to spend some time with you after all. The man next to you though, is clearly not okay with this at all, the frown on his face says it all. But it goes away quick, replaced by a sly grin directed at you.

“Oh come on! You promised me a date didn't you?”

“I didn't promise you anything. Now please excuse me, I have some important business to attend to.” you turn to walk away from the guy, you walk towards Diluc. The guy doesn't seem to understand your rejection though.

“But—”

“I believe they’ve already made their point clear.” Diluc intervenes, refusing to accept a no is something that he cannot stand. He stared him down like a hawk, no other words were said, Diluc’s cold gaze sent a shiver down his spine.

“Fine, whatever.” With his tail tucked between his legs, the guy finally decides to leave.

“Thanks Diluc, the guy just refused to give up, no matter what I said.”

His eyes lit up upon your clear disinterest. “It was my pleasure.” His heart was no longer beating quickly due to panic, but because of the warm look you gave him that made his knees weak.

“So you’re not interested in dating at all?” Fuck. He forgot Kaeya was still there. He sends his brother a deadly glare at his question, which he responds with a playful shrug.

You hum, thinking of a way to answer. Every second fills Diluc with dread, does he have any chance at all?

“I think my type is more the broody businessman type.” Even though you answered Kaeya’s question, you stared at Diluc intently. Your answer leaves him stunned silent, yet internally he can't stop feeling elated. He turns away to hide the grin on his face, he must look like an idiot right now.

“I see.”

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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. 

[albakore]

tighnari x gn!reader, wc 1100

warnings: NOT sfw! voyeurism, masturbation, tighnari being a pervert. if you don't like tighnari, maybe don't read this bc the premise becomes a lot weirder lol

reader should be gender neutral, i tried to keep descriptions vague. if you feel anything is too defining, shoot me an ask and i can see about updating the story or the tags!

Tighnari doesn't know when it started really.

He'd go out on one final patrol right before bed. Nothing strenuous of course, just sweeping the perimeter of Gandharva Ville. It helped him sleep knowing there were no more pressing matters to tackle for the day, and that everyone was home safe for the night.

One night while out on his usual patrol, he happened to catch a few odd noises drifting from the rear window of your hut while he passed by. His steps slowed almost subconsciously, eyebrows furrowed. It took his brain a few beats to process what was happening.

The first time this occurred, he turned and left almost immediately with his cheeks burning. He was a moral guy—he knew better than to invade your privacy! And he couldn’t help his preternatural hearing. His genetics had blessed—or cursed—him with the hearing of a fox. He could hear far beyond normal human range, from the faintest rustling of leaves down to the tiniest of peeps.

This helped him tremendously when he was tracking small game through the thick brush of the Avidya Forest.

…it did not help him, however, when all he could focus on were the muffled gasps and strained noises floating out from your window.

For both of your sakes, he’d act like nothing happened afterward. This was the kind of thing you assume might be happening in someone’s private life anyway. The… confirmation didn’t have to change anything! After all, it also wasn’t your fault he had preternatural hearing.

Now, you’re not the first person to get up to… ahem frisky business within Tighnari’s range of hearing. His days at the Akademiya saw no shortage of tuning exactly that kind of nonsense out.

But he couldn’t help it if he was also specially tuned in to everything you did. It’s only because when you stayed in Gandharva Ville, you became the Forest Watchers’ responsibility—and by proxy his responsibility should anything go wrong. That’s how he justifies it to himself anyway…

(It doesn't have anything to do with the feelings he's denied harboring for months.)

He doesn't change his routine on account of this new development. He can't just… stop his patrol. It's a vital part of his job, regardless of whatever distractions you inadvertently throw his way. (He also definitely hasn’t been skewing his path closer each night after he first heard you…)

He slows down, just close enough for the glow from your window to shine off the dead leaves at his feet. He can’t see anything—no, that would be taking it too far—but his ears twitch, drinking in the stolen noises that should be lost to the wind and the privacy of your bedroom.

To your face, he acts the same as ever—maybe a little shorter, a sign of his guilt, but Tighnari’s always been sassy so you might not think anything of it. Still, like clockwork, he finds himself making up excuses to linger in the patch of forest behind your hut, just within range to catch if you decide to indulge yourself. His heart pounds in his chest, a mix of carnal excitement and fear of being caught, ears twitching at even the slightest sound that resembles your voice.

When this started, he’d do nothing but listen—anything more would be creepy and immoral, he reasoned with himself. He’d linger nearby, shrouded in the dark of the forest foliage, cock throbbing at each shaky inhale you took. He imagined it—the way you looked with your lips parted and your eyes screwed shut as you worked yourself toward your high. His favorite part was, obviously, when you would finish. He could always tell—the sharp intake of air, the brief moment of suspension right before the crash.

He doesn’t know when it changed. It must’ve started with a small touch, just something to stifle the ache from being hard for too long. Then, he let his palm work slow, almost hesitant, circles, unable to resist the urge to enjoy this moment with you, all the while chiding himself internally.

This isn't right, Tighnari. He'd tell himself, I should leave and stop coming back.

Until one night, he finally caved. Maybe you were especially vocal, or maybe your movements especially audible. The lewd sounds painted a definitive picture for him. His hand slipped under his waistband, the rough bark of the tree he was leaning against scratching his skin the only thing grounding him to the present. Every noise he caught made his cock jump, his hand working in time with your thwap thwap thwap

He hasn’t been this hard since he learned how to manage his mating season urges.

He’d edge himself until you were ready to cum. If you kept going after one orgasm, he’d keep going with you—even when tears dotted his lower lashes and his thighs started to tremble. He’d learnt to carry an extra cloth with him because, try as he might to aim it elsewhere, he’d always manage to get cum on his shirt or his hands in the heat of finishing at the same time as you.

Sometimes, he would be too down terrible to even care. He’d make a mess all over himself and wouldn’t think two ways about it… until he was stressing about running into someone on the walk back to his own hut afterward, that is.

It got to the point that, when he’d spend time with you outside of that context, his cock would instantly get half-hard at any unsuspecting noise you made. He could hardly even look you in the eye. He wasn’t proud of it. He couldn’t even bring himself to admit it to Cyno. Surely that man, as an arbiter of justice, would be disgusted by Tighnari’s actions, even if they were best friends. He kept it to himself, sneaking around in the darkness like some… scoundrel.

That was until recently. He was there, like he was reliably most nights—back pressed to the tree, head tilted back, mouth ajar in a silent gasp. The fabric of his pants were shoved haphazardly down his hips, just enough to free his cock. His hand worked himself furiously. One ear was pinned back, the other perked in your direction. You were getting closer—after all these nights, he could tell. His thumb brushed his flushed tip, as he teetered on the edge of his high, waiting for you. He imagined it was him working your body like he was as familiar with it as you were. Imagined it was his hands, his mouth, his tongue.

That’s when he heard it. It was soft, almost swallowed by the breeze, but unmistakable once Tighnari caught it.

“Tighnari…”

For one illogical second, his heart dropped. He thought maybe you knew he was there. He risked a glance at your window, hand still wrapped around his cock, chest heaving. You weren’t there. No, there’s no way you know he’s here. Then why…?

Then, as if the Archons themself answered Tighnari’s prayers, it happened again. His name fell from your lips, pitch lilting as you approached your high. Wait… that could only mean… were you picturing him too??

It didn’t take long for his body to catch up once his brain had puzzled together what was happening. There was a single suspended second where his whole body tensed before his orgasm crashed over him so hard it knocked the wind from his lungs. He gripped the nearest branch for support, his knees buckling as ropes of cum painted his knuckles, his shirt, even a few nearby leaves white.

The weeks of shame and guilt eased from his shoulders—not completely, he still didn’t think what he was doing was right, but enough for the idea of making this fantasy a reality to take root.

He looked down at his shirt, chest still heaving as he caught his breath. Well, it’s a good thing he travels with a spare shirt now.

[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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[sevenwishesonshootingstars]

Stolen Light of a Fallen Star: Prologue

This has been sitting around forever and I haven't updated my other fic in awhile so I might as well post this. This is my take on a sagau imposter au that will hopefully have a reasonable enough explanation for the angsty stuff like being hunted.

Next

Teyvat was made through contract, or at least yours was. A few years ago, you made an account for genshin impact. Though it was no more than a game at the time, it was an agreement about the world. The company gifted you a seed to grow a world in exchange for your agreement to nurture it. Upon the activation of your account, Teyvat, your Teyvat was born from the seed and, in this moment, you were its creator.

In the minutes the game was downloading, thousands of years went by to catch up to the moment the Traveler began their journey with you. Teyvat was far older than you, and yet you existed before it. In your relation to Teyvat, you were the energy that kept it going. It is stagnant without your gaze. Though time will pass, life stands still. 

When the fruits of your labor brought down stars from the sky and the light changed, connections were formed. By design, the Traveler was their own person, but first and foremost a primary and initial vessel. Even when out of sight, when you guided others in their place, they were there in traces because you were. In this way they were almost you and the world was a gift that's yours. 

Unable to see beyond the fake sky and past the coded stars, the people could not truly comprehend this experience past its warmth. They got hurt in battle, but you were always there to bring them back, uttering apologies they could feel even though they went unheard. You were a guide, and you wanted the best for Teyvat despite your frustrations. They felt this, and caution turned to friendship turned to idolization.

What was a connection through the stars if not a blessing?

You existed beyond them, but never treated them as beneath you. You knew so much without being there to witness, you poured strength into your vessels until they were ascended warriors blessed by your labor. Of course you were adored. You were the everything that was nowhere they could ever reach. 

Of course, for all you could do, there was a limit. The deal could only let you do so much at a time and, for all the criticism it deserves in its methods, it worked. You had to have some obstacles and caps on your abilities lest you grow bored of the world and leave it behind. 

It didn't matter to them that you couldn't do it all though. They didn't know that. Celestia wouldn't let them, having jumped on the opportunity…

The knowledge of you spread like gossip of a debuting idol group, and soon every NPC and their dog had heard of this being, a star above the heavens, shining down on Teyvat to shower them in nurturing light.

Somewhere along the line, Teyvat rewrote itself for you. You couldn't see the changes on the surface that you grazed in your gameplay, but it was there. You were everything, and so everything must include you. A change was made beyond even what Irmunsil could do. You had never been seen, never met in person, but you'd always been there. In their history, their culture, and their hearts.

Your “reappearance” through your vessels and the shifting of the stars was a sign, wasn't it? Soon you would be home. That's what they believed.

But through whispers, flickers, in the light, watching your guidance of the Traveler who would surely one day point their blade at Celestia’s neck with your support, they knew they couldn't let that happen. For all they used to be, Celestia had warped itself into chains of fate instead of shields of life, and you'd be damned to think they'd let you break those chains so easily. Even their own archons were turning against them. You'd surely be the death of them unless they were yours.

And so they made “you”. While the gods below made puppets to steer the fate of their nations, Celestia made a puppet to steal the fate of the world.

A gilded lie, a glittering illusion, the theft of your visage. Your face and body with a soul modelled in the image of Celestia's vision for the world. A beautiful poison to the mind. The fake descended, and Teyvat’s people rejoiced. Overexposure eroded the mind and forced them to believe so they did with all their hearts. 

Teyvat rebelled but no one knew, led to believe this was the work of the Abyss. A warning, they knew, but of what they'd been given a lie. The “Creator” warned the people, and most of all the gods, of an imitation from the void. A weapon of the Abyss, a deceptive reflection of them whose very existence was a harbinger of the world's every evil. 

But worry not, dear shining star, your fall is not the end.

This world will free from heaven’s chains. One day you shall ascend.