Me searching for x reader after finishing a movie/show/game/etc. But all I found is SMUT and no ANGST that the reader died.
Edit/Note: Guys, this is just a meme, I like smut, okay? And people who told me to write instead of complaining, I do write, just not on this app. Hehe❤❤❤❤
Their lives were long, dragging out over generations, years pass by in the blink of an eye for them. Life’s were trivial. They saw so many in their own long living. Faces of those they met never linger in their memories, some fortunate people, who got their attention and interest, were recalled a few times by them but none of them stayed remembered by them for longer than ten years. Ten pitiful years. Most humans probably kept a dear person in memory till their own last breath. Such attachment was worthless to them.
Then you came. With your wit, stubbornness and determination. Arguing with them, disagreeing with their words despite them being laced with such correctness and knowledge, they spoke as if they did it themselves, as if they saw it happen and perhaps they did. You agreed unwillingly sometimes, sometimes not at all, leaving the debate open. At first they thought it’s just pride, foolish human pride but turns out you just liked to get on their nerves. They remember the first time they felt anger rise inside of them, something they hadn’t experienced in centuries, so easily coaxed out by you, and that smile you had tried to hide, tugging onto your face. A victory they didn’t even know was possible. That smile had ignited something in them, it felt like being reborn, at the end it turns out it was more of a seal. A punishment perhaps.
They found themself eager to see you again, days that were spent apart suddenly started to drag on like even decades couldn’t. The separation became too harsh and so they decided to keep you even closer. The day you two had exchanged those rings is etched in their mind, the kiss that followed felt like awakening in a field of blooming, exquisite flowers. If they close their eyes tight enough they can still feel your grin against their lips, they smile at that memory. Life became more… human for them, time seemed to slow down as they basked in the warmth and stubbornness of your love. They had forgotten that your lifespans are so different. That fact fell over them like a bucket of cold water when they the first noticed a single grey hair, they had stared at it as if it had personally insulted them and all their work, so quickly it was ripped out. You scolded them for that while rubbing your head, not understanding the punch they had felt in that moment. As more grey hair came and your skin began to slowly loosen on some spots they no longer could just ignore and rip it out. You had accept your aging with a soft laugh and smile while they wanted to run back to your first meeting. From then on time started to speed up for them, they blinked and suddenly you were years older, they tried not to blink. They remained the same as they have been for centuries while time was engraving itself into you. Soon your touch became weak, you had trouble doing things, a sad laugh would leave you as they helped, followed by your sad voice asking : “how can you still stay with me? I’ve grown old and ugly… you should find somebody new now, I won’t mind.” Those words filled them with such anger and hatred, not towards you but time. At themself for making you think they only were with you for your looks, you were so much more, you were their humanity, the drummer of their heart.
They cried when you couldn’t even get out of bed, body trembling like a little child’s as they clutch to the blanket covering you, your soft but weak hand softly rubbed their head as you whispered words of comfort. They had never cried before. Eventually they pulled themself enough together to lean up and kiss you softly, lips lingering in an attempt to seal your touch into their very soul, their usually sharp eyes suddenly didn’t know on what part of your face to focus. They wanted to remember everything about you till they knew you better than themself. As your thumb rubbed the skin beneath their eyes their eyelids lowered and they blinked. As they then leaned back down to kiss you once more their lips meet cold stone, the cold metal of your ring held tightly in their hand, clenching so hard it should’ve hurt but they couldn’t feel anything except numbness. Death was never something they had cared for, never thought of the possibility of dying but now it felt as if you had killed them with your last strength. Life had banished from them and they had returned back to the cycle of nothing -of tasteless time-. They had to rip themself from your gravestone, the only thing in mind, that kept them going, was to possibly of finding and returning to you. They’re more than willing to wait millennials to find you again, to feel the warm rays of your love and your soft touch. Hear that sharp tongue and see those determined eyes. They will find you. They have to reunite with you, that’s their only purpose and once they do they will either have you by their side till the world ceases to exist or join you in death because you’re the only life they have.
featuring: albedo, childe, ei, navia, kazuha, arlecchino
content: sub!genshin characters, dom!reader, begging, mentions of overstimulation + biting (arlecchino), a bit of degradation (childe)
albedo:
gentle and pure, like freshly fallen snow. albedo isn't the most reactive by nature, and on top of that he's pretty good at holding his voice back if necessary, letting no more than a few hums and hitched breaths meet your ears. but when the pleasure overpowers his self-control and he does let out a moan for you, it’s pure heaven. his voice is so soft and sweet, he sounds every bit as delicate as he looks. when you take him slowly, he lets out airy sighs that make you eager to push him further and see what kind of noises you can coax out of him. when you go hard and fast, tiny little whimpers rise in the back of his throat that surprise the both of you. they build up higher and higher in pitch until anything he tries to say makes his voice crack and his cheeks heat up a bit.
albedo doesn't talk very much unless you prompt him to, but every now and then he catches you off guard with the most sinful, filthy plea for more. he does have a smart mouth after all, and he knows exactly how to beg with it while sounding as princely as ever. his curious nature never stops for even a second, so the entire time you're picking him apart, he's trying to study you too, so he can see what reactions of his turn you on the most. everything he does, right down the noises he allows himself to make, is all for approval. he's not very loud when he cums. rather, he chants out frantic little "ah ah ah"s when his high approaches, sucks in a sharp breath as he reaches his peak, then lets out a long, feather-light moan that's like music to your ears. it's rare to get an intense reaction out of him, but the way your name sounds on his soft-spoken lips more than makes up for it.
"use me," he breathes, quietly resolute. "i was made for you."
childe:
insanely vocal. not just in the sheer amount of sounds he makes, but verbally, too. childe is one to moan, whine, gasp, grunt, groan, whimper, and make every noise under the sun, all while trying to stutter out sentences in between because he can't keep his mouth shut to save his life. the more worked up he gets, the more he starts to babble, almost like a puppy wagging his tail in excitement. his attempts to tease you range from endearing to unbearable; usually in the form of throwing out weak, breathless taunts just so you can go harder and put him in his place. he makes it no secret when something feels good, and unless he's being a brat, he’s not ashamed to beg for you. even if his face starts to flush a little when he hears the pathetic noises coming out of him, childe gladly chases the pleasure you dangle in front of him, moaning and whimpering for you like a dog in heat.
he has a filthy way with words that drive the both of you wild, and the way you degrade him for sounding like such a whore just makes him throb harder. he swears a lot and repeats words over and over like a broken record. when he gets close to cumming, his speech starts to slur together into one long, incoherent whine, only made worse by the drool pooling on his tongue. you can cover his mouth with your hand to try and quiet him, but even, then his muted whines still break through. he'll almost definitely start licking and biting at your palm like the little freak he is, too.
“please, please, please—ah, fuck! please, lemme cum ‘m a good boy," his frenzied whines echo off the walls. "been so g-good for you. so so—mmph—good!”
ei:
a combination of elegant and cute, ei’s true voice is a stark contrast to the cold, commanding tone of her shogun puppet. she’s not very loud or vocal at first—especially because she has a tendency to suppress herself, it can be hard for her to let her voice ring out naturally. so when she holds her breath to try and keep in a gasp of pleasure, she ends up making muffled squeaking sounds instead that are painfully cute. it flusters her a bit when she can't control herself like she normally would, but she feels more encouraged when you coo over how pretty she sounds, even if she doesn't quite understand why you're so enamored with something she finds to be an embarrassing lack of composure.
if ei is service topping (which she often does, she’s very obedient and will bottom if you ask her to, but she gets antsy if she feels like she’s not working hard enough to satisfy you) she lets out soft but enthusiastic grunts of effort, so concentrated on making you feel good that she doesn't worry about keeping her voice down. her breathing gives away how turned on she really is, as it grows more labored every time you praise her for doing a good job. when she's on the receiving end of pleasure, especially when she’s close to climaxing, she breathes out quick little "oh oh ohs" that are as sugary sweet as the desserts she loves so much. even when ripples of pleasure are shaking her body, she has a certain poise and grace to her, moans spilling out of her as soft as flower petals followed by blissed out sighs so gentle that listening to them could soothe you to sleep.
“please…i-if you keep going so fast," she murmurs breathlessly. "i still want to please you, too. let me be of good use to you.”
navia:
passionate. navia is so expressive in anything she does and this is no exception, so controlling her volume is the last thing on her mind when you’re making her see stars. she’s receptive to your every touch, eager to let you know how good you’re making her feel with sharp gasps of pleasure and the most irresistible, high-pitched whines for more. it's very hard to deny her what she wants when she begs so sweetly. playfulness is a given for navia, she loves making cheeky remarks to spur you on, though usually not to the point of full-blown brattiness. communication is a big part of sex to her, it eases her nerves to have a comfortable back and forth with you, knowing she’s safe to fall apart in your hands.
sure enough, though, her banter slowly fades out along with her boldness once you take things further, replacing her teasing with moans so pretty you’d think they were practiced. but navia is far too focused on your mouth and fingers to force any of her reactions, and it shows with all the cute, involuntary squeaks every new sensation earns from her. her glossy lips fall open and stay parted the entire time your fingers plunge in and out of her, spilling out pleas so primal and desperate that they send shivers up your spine. she’s so lost in the pleasure that she doesn’t notice how loud she is until you murmur "listen to yourself" in her ears, but even as her face flushes with embarrassment, she can’t help how vocal she is. when she reaches her high, it’s a burst of passion, crying out your name over and over until her voice breaks and trails off into tiny, satisfied mewls. having to muffle her volume with a kiss as she cums is a very common occurrence, and it always leaves her blushing up at you with a shy pout.
“don't tease me! y'know i-i can't...help it," her protests lose effect when she’s stammering over every word. "you just m-make me so crazy. please, baby, i’m so—ah!—close.”
kazuha:
angelic. it’s almost unfair to you, how every word, every sound that leaves this man's mouth feels like a silk blanket draping over your brain. his voice is gentle and melodic as a songbird's, and though not very loud, kazuha is incredibly vocal. he wants to appear calm and composed in front of you so badly, he cherishes being able to spin together the most beautiful sentences for your ears, but all of his eloquence effectively crumbles to dust the moment your lips find his neck and your hands roam his body. he’s sensitive. his unique constitution has all his senses perfectly in tune with the natural world, after all, which is something he typically considers a gift until a simple touch from you elicits the most pathetic whimper from him. you’ve gotten used to having to tug his hands down when they fly up to cover his burning red face, mortified by his own moans echoing off the bedroom walls. they're sweet and airy, sometimes rising so high in pitch that his pretty voice cracks. kazuha isn't much of a whiner, but embarrassing him like that is one definite way to earn the cutest whines from him, pleading shyly for you to let him muffle himself.
broken whimpers and hums rise in his throat over every little burst of stimulation you give him, and he’s hyperaware of every single one. he bites his lips a lot in an attempt to hold himself back from moaning, turning them into breathless squeaks just like the ones he lets out after giggling. it’s hard for him to get words out between all the sounds he makes, and when he does manage to speak, it's all stuttered and slurred together in a whirlwind of “please” and “more”. the complete contrast to his usual poetic word-weaving makes it all the more satisfying to see what a mess you’ve made of him. when his orgasm hits, kazuha’s honey voice almost always breaks because he’s not used to crying out with such intensity. he doesn’t swear very often, even when you’re fucking him senseless, but sometimes when he cums, a few hushed curses slip out in between his moans. it’s a crime how even the filthiest words can sound so sweet and innocent on his tongue.
"p-please, my love, i can't take much more," he begs, voice turning up in a helpless whine. "you make me feel s' good, so, so good. i really...hah...won't last."
arlecchino:
the epitome of discipline and self-control, arlecchino has spent her whole life ensuring that she always has a secure handle on her emotions. it makes her the perfect sub if she’s willing to obey you, but it also means she’s not very expressive. the most reaction you typically get out of her is long claws digging into the mattress or a few shaky exhales through her nose, even when you've pushed her to her limit. it takes a while for arlecchino to unlearn the belief that being vulnerable in bed isn’t a sign of weakness, and that you want to know what makes her tick. she doesn't exactly get it, but she's willing to comply, for your pleasure, if nothing else. when she first allows herself to let a sigh slip out, she's a bit stiff, almost awkward in a way that you probably shouldn’t find so endearing. if it weren't for your consistent orders for her to let loose, she'd revert back into old habits immediately and go quiet.
she relaxes her breathing little by little until every exhale starts to hold a bit of a rasp to it, letting you know that her guard is gradually lowering. her voice is so seductive without even trying. it's low both in pitch and in volume, a husky, rich tone that only makes you more determined to get some proper reactions out of her. sinking your teeth into her skin is one of the best methods to achieve that, the way her breath hitches in her throat, followed by a soft grunt, is addicting to you. her exhales get heavier the more the pleasure creeps up on her, as do the content hums bubbling in the back of her throat. with the delicious edge her voice has, it almost sounds like she’s purring for you. as her peak draws closer, the heat in her core combined with the feeling of your mouth sucking marks into her neck becomes all-consuming. her groans rumble under your teeth when you bite down on her flesh, and when you swirl your tongue over her skin, she hisses softly. her orgasm comes with a quiet warning and a sharp inhale. then, she goes silent for a moment before a deep, sinful moan rings out. but the best part comes when you keep going without giving her a chance to recover from her high, overstimulating her into louder, less controlled reactions. it leaves her panting heavily, voice hoarse and a trembling plea for mercy on her tongue.
"am i...doing this right?" she mumbles. "whatever you desire, just say the word and i'll obey."
you know what would be kinda funny? Those absolute mommies femme fatale characters who are absolutely pathetic for their wife (aka us lol) like they are too obsessed with their wife and literally face plant on them the moment they come back from whatever job they’ve done
Fem! Childe, Arlecchino, and Ei :)
Cw: mentions of sex, can be read as yandere if you want
Ajax who, while away on deployment, only thinks of your soft figure and loving embrace :( she’s so pathetic for her wifey back in Snezhnaya!! Tearing apart enemies, watching their blood and flesh be ripped apart by her own blades isn’t as fun as it used to be while she knows your back home in your (un)waiting arms. Every night she wishes her job could be over sooner in hopes of getting to see you quicker! She can imagine it now: you infront of a fireplace, waiting so eagerly for your amazing harbinger partner to come home.
So, when Ajax finally gets to go home after a long month of work, she basically flings herself into your arms. She’s basically hanging off of you, resting her head in your chest and talking a million words a minute about “how much she missed you” and “she wanted to come so badly” and “I missed your boobs”! But you just roll your eyes and pat her head like one would slow clap after a horrible performance. Ajax doesn’t mind through, as your still the one in her arms.
Arle who acts mean and cold to everybody, who rarely smiles and silences those who may interrupt her missions. Arle who, in the same breath, absolutely melts for her wife. That attitude is never for you sweetness! As her loving partner, you get the arle who rests her chin on your shoulder and has her arms wrapped around your waist while she whispers sweet nothings in your ear. She’s more composed than Ajax, as she won’t whine everybody’s ear off about her longing—but internally she’s feeling it :(
She loves her wifey so much! Luckily she gets to spend much more time with you than most others in her position would be able too, but that just makes her going away even harder! You’ll never tell from her well-concealed expression that she’s only thinking about your time in bed last week while threatening information out of somebody. Absolutely pathetic wife-woman.
Ei, as the god as eternity, spends most of her day meditating. She’s composed, unmoving and in tune with the world around her. She lets the eons race by as she stands alone, in the name of foreverness. To bad you ruined that, as you invade every peaceful though she has! She’s sooo sick of you popping up everytime she’s about to truly relax, your cute face and voice overtaking her ideas!!
No matter what she does, she just can’t you get out of her head :( it’s gotten so bad even the raiden shogun has noticed, although shes even more annoyed than Ei because her creator is being stupid over some “wife”! It’s takes all of Ei’s willpower to not leave the plane right then and there, and pick you up in her waiting arms! Poor Ei, she’s never gonna get to meditate in peace.
They would do it in a heartbeat because without you there is no world. They don't care if it's wrong, all they care about is you, so don't you dare think they would ever let something harm you. Screams were heard all around you, and it wasn't very pleasant, they could tell, so they held you close and never let go. The danger was gone, nothing could harm you now and you were safe, all is fine... They swore to protect you and they will never break that promise. "I love you more than you could ever imagine" They said, trying to make you focus on them and not the fire behind you, "I love you too"
--: SCARAMOUCHE, Xiao, Acheron, CAPITANO, Arlecchino, Raiden Ei, Aventurine + Your Favs
I would let you burn for the world
They love you, they really do, but their Hero of a heart can't just let all those people die, they can't do it. They would rather kill the 'love of thier life' than watch so many innocent die. They cry as they hold the sword to your throat, they cry so much you would've thought you were dreaming. But you weren't, and the pain was real, so very real and you couldn't even cry. "I loved you..." were the last words they heard before your lifeless body fell into their arms.
"Someone pursuing you when they aren't present" | BELOW CUT!!!
General warnings: typical yandere scenario warnings, unhealthy relationships and insecure characters.
Albedo
Unlike some others, he isn’t alert enough to the rumours that circle through Mondstadt to know when someone’s been talking to when he’s not around. He doesn’t pay attention to rumors (though, if they mention you, he will admittedly listen anyway just in case…), since they’re usually some form of factually incorrect biased assumption. Not worth his time or energy. Instead, what he has is the other close connections he keeps.
Klee loves you. Adores you just as deeply as she would any of her other caretakers– except Albedo. Siblings will always be loyal to one another in the end, even if she isn’t aware of the complicated mess that unwillingly connects you and Albedo. She loves to update him on your coming and going when he returns from Dragonspine, including if anyone was being ‘extra nice’ to you. While he feels a small hint of guilt at using his kid sister as an unknowing informant, kids simply have a way of telling even the darkest of secrets without meaning to.
As for his other information… Kaeya has a sharp eye. Perhaps not sharp enough to understand the murky depths of what Albedo feels for you, but enough so to understand there’s some sort of infatuation occurring. It’s dangerous enough to be aware of, but not to interfere with (yet). He loves to tease, both to Albedo alone and with you present. Yes, you were on a date he recalls… or perhaps, a frequent guest at your workplace has been leaving gifts at the counter with letters addressed to you… Nothing outwardly gets a rise out of Albedo, and he thinks himself incapable of feeling something as petty as jealousy towards strangers who know very little about you. After all, many of his observations have proven that humanity has a natural draw to companionship, often led by physical attraction. Still, when he thinks of your reactions (ones he’s yet to elicit from you…) he finds himself gripping his pens unnaturally tight. He’s not fully sure. And so, his interest in you deepens.
It doesn’t take much to ward off threats to his ‘research’ (you), but for the most part he keeps himself uninvolved with the menial pests. A complement here, a flirtation there– as long as you don’t show signs of reciprocation or overt discomfort, he won’t interfere. He trusts he’d catch you before it went any further. As for if his intervention is deemed necessary… let’s just say, the Knights of Favonius will soon be instructed to conduct a raid and arrest on that suitor’s home. Something about dangerous alchemic mixtures that only Albedo seems to understand the seriousness of, or that some other evidence of illegal behavior was found. At the very worst, they disappear off one of the many wooded trails surrounding Mondstadt city, never to be seen again. He’s very neat about it.
Childe
Even when he’s not with you, trust that some poor lackey has been tasked with following you and noting down every single interaction you have. When they inevitably must return to Tartaglia and present the information that someone seemed overly interested in you, they fear for their life when the Harbinger rises from his seat. Childe needs to take a walk around the block to cool off. Or rather, a walk around the block and a quick stop to this ‘rival’ and make it known that your affections belong to him… but if they’re willing to fight for you, he’s more than willing to name a time and place! In fact, he proudly boasts his want to fight for your hand– why not do things the proper way? While Liyue might have different customs, he was raised in a culture that valued duels as a way of settling conflicts just as well as a contract would. Just know that he doesn’t believe in giving pity to his opponents, and unless the circumstances are phenomenal, he fights to kill.
By the time you notice something’s changed, Childe is already approaching you with a fresh coat of red staining his clothing and hair. If he’s in a foul mood, he may bring home a small trophy of your (failed) hopeful suitor, but otherwise he’d simply lift you up into his arms (or over his shoulder if you’re unwilling) and safely back to his supervision. The rest of your week would be spent decaying by his side in his stuffy office at Northland Bank, or practically trapped in the house he’s made into a temporary resident while in Liyue. No more wandering for you until he calms down back to normal.
Rosaria
Sure, she might not be omnipotent, but Mondstadt is a rather talkative city. Everyone knows everything about everyone– it isn’t hard to keep a keen ear out for any mention of your name in passing conversation. Barely a day passes before word of undesirable flirtations make their way back to Rosaria, who spends almost no time at all before ultimately deciding to nip the problem in the bud before it spins out of her control.
By the time you see her next, nothing seems amiss quite yet. She’s still as aloof as always, yet adamant to keep you within her line of sight. You only begin to notice the small peculiarities once you return to the parts of your day to day schedule that, normally, Rosaria would be far away during. Your coworker who once shared flirtatious banter with you refuses to even look at you, and soon, they switch professions altogether. All that’s left for company is Rosaria, who finds herself by your side in the after hours on your way back home. Rarely does she accompany you in the daytime, which you first took as a sign of vampirism (a running joke, before it eventually ran dry). It’s at night when she’s lurking by your front door, or in taverns where you get drinks with friends.
She’s watchful. Even more dangerously, she listens. Even if you were to briskly touch hands with an attractive stranger, Rosaria would find out one way or another. Even though you can barely understand her and her strange behaviors, it seems she knows you well enough to tell when someone’s caught your eye. Something you do alerts her of it, every single time. You suspect it’s the rumors that lead her straight to them, and suddenly they scurry away from you with a fear you can only imagine was forced onto them by the unordinary nun.
In truth, Rosaria knows the stain on your reputation that she’s causing. But by this stage, she doesn’t care. To associate herself with you would mean it would happen sooner or later, and it might as well happen now. The world is vile. Herself included. She’s selfish, and she’d like to covet you for herself– romantically or not doesn’t matter. As long as she can have her passing conversations, her brief interactions, her illusion of companionship (but not friendship… this is something much deeper than such a superficial concept). Injury isn’t even necessary to send your suitors running. The mere threat of it, or the threat of a watching shadow following them home at night, is enough to have them running far from Mondstadt’s streets and away from you.
Diluc
Truthfully, he wouldn’t have any way of knowing unless he overheard the rumors that someone was pursuing you while tending the bar at Angel’s Share. He doesn’t trust even the staff of his estate with the knowledge he’s utterly obsessed with you, and he’s far too inept to know how to listen through Mondstadt’s grapevine. What he can get is simply bits and pieces of drunken conversation or taunts that Kaeya passes on in between rounds of wine.
He’s relatively tame when it comes to competitors for your affection– there’s not much he can do to them without breaking his own code of justice. It’s not worth sending them running or burying them deep into the ground. Not for something as simple as admiring you (something anyone would do… he’s aware he’s not the only one who stares at you). The only thing he can do, aside from brooding like a petty teenager, is to force himself to become more ‘brazen’ with his affections. Of course, for Diluc, this usually means simply conversing with you directly more, and perhaps mentioning once or twice that you look nice that day, in that lighting, or when your hair is a particular way. Though, at his absolute worst, he might consider letting the Darknight Hero give them a scare (he’d feel terrible abusing his code of justice for days after… but the new attention you give him when asking where your ‘friend’ went would make it even just slightly better).
Scaramouche
Like Childe, he has no shame over sending agents to watch you. There’s no time in the day when you aren’t being watched by a minimum of two or three Fatui grunts (given that you’re not in private alone with Scaramouche), and everything you do comes back to him in overly descriptive reports. When he hears of an ‘overly-friendly’ or ‘salacious’ encounter with practically anyone, it’s an immediate death sentence for them. Some agents will take care of it at the risk of their own life, meanwhile you’ll find yourself barred from wandering too far from his side for at least a two or three months. He’s petty and insecure like that.
Trust that he’ll repeatedly bring it up for the weeks after, snapping at you about how ‘he bets you wish you had run off with that tramp’ or something else featuring somewhat outdated language. Of course, no amount of reassurance (faked or not) will cure this. It’s unsure what he wants, given that not even he knows. He’s annoyingly complicated and hard to read when it comes to these things (entirely a repercussion of his feelings for you, as it’s an unknown territory that makes his head spiral out of any normal thought patterns).
Kaeya
He’d find out eventually. Kaeya tends to lurk around hotspots for rumors and secrets, and when he does figure out someone’s been lurking around you, he’ll have to admit he’s a bit impressed by the audacity. Everyone in Mondstadt knows well that he’s pursuing you, and even passing travelers could get the idea that he was interested in you. It’s simply just another thing he’ll have taken care of and brushed under the rug before you ever even suspect something was amiss. Be it false imprisonment, tainted reputations, or even a simple and mature conversation about not coveting what belongs to others. Nothing he can’t handle and nothing you need to worry about.
Raiden Shogun (+ Yae Miko)
It simply would not happen. If she’s still deep in her meditations, then perhaps this suitor would have some form of access to you while she’s away, but trust Yae Miko would pick up on it quickly enough to put a stop to it. Her shrine maidens would report it to you, if not gossip doing the work for her, and you’d find yourself with much more limited freedoms when supervision isn’t readily available. For Yae Miko, she simply doesn’t want others trying to play with things she deems hers (including things that otherwise would ‘rightfully’ belong to Ei…). After all, she knows just how upset it’d make Ei to know you could be moving on rather than waiting dutifully for your archon to return. It’s a win-win to keep Ei’s wishes and to continue to covet you.
Part 2 of genshin women as red flags because why not
Also yes, i added Hu Tao again because she's a walking red flag. Could possibly go hand-in-hand with her "not like other girls" vibes
Also also the femcel trope applies to both Ei and Fischl im afraid 😔
"Yandere" Hu Tao: Grew up watching Mirai Nikki and playing Yandere Simulator, and never grew out of it. She genuinely believes threatening any potential suitors of yours with violence and rambling about kidnapping you in graphic detail is romantic. Legit tries to pull off the "if i can't have you, no one can" shtick. Please get a restraining order :D
"Femcel" Ei: Hasn't left her house in well over a month, chronically online with like 30 hours per week on discord, and a hikkikomori in the making. The two of you have met up irl like once or twice - the rest is e-dating. You put an end to your miserable relationship after a sex-over-text session that had you questioning your life choices
"Friendzoned" Eula: Swears up and down that she doesn't care who you date as long as you're happy, but it's obvious that she grows bitter whenever you bring home someone else. Keeps third-wheeling on all of your dates, glares at your significant other and is there to comfort you when things inevitably go south. But she will never EVER ask you out herself
"Performative lesbian" Xilonen: Decided to give women a shot after half the brands she uses went rainbow for pride month. She posts photos of you kissing, holding hands and even cuddling after sex - always tagged with #pride #loveislove and #lesbians. Dumps you over text once she gets bored with girl-on-girl action and moves on to the next best thing.
"Really gets around" Yae: Appears really friendly and charismatic at first, so you're genuinely wondering why she has no friends. And soon after you start dating, you realize why. She's a competitive homewrecker who doesn't hesitate to start flirting with all of your friends' partners. Girl, you better send her on her way before she tears your friend group apart
Do you have any modern au ideas for other characters? Ones I’d specifically be interested in are Eula and Ganyu. Or maybe Ei and Yae? Or whoever you like honestly your writing is great
Aww thank you so much!!! :o I have thought a fair deal about modern versions of the last three, but nothing about Eula—until now! So thank you for the lovely idea mwa mwa mwa
Modern Genshin Girlies x Reader - feat. Eula, Ganyu, Ei, and Yae Miko
- Eula -
Since her backstory involving her clan is a little impossible to translate directly to a modern AU, seeing as having a marred family history in that kinda way is so commonplace, I'm going to switch it to something that still (hopefully) gets the heart of it across—a relative that's an across-the-board hated politician. And, of course, they share the same, incredibly rare last name, so everyone clocks that they are related and shits on her for it so bad. She can't even try to make friends because the second she talks to someone, people are already whipping out their phones and gossiping with one another, blasting her every move.
Naturally, this messes her up a lot. She feels the need to be the definition of perfection and elegance every waking second, because everyone's watching all. The. Time. She can't eat messily without eyes on her. She can't trip without phones clicking and posting it on social media at every possible angle. Eula literally cannot be a human being without being publicly mocked for it and it's eating her alive from the inside out.
So, like any other social outcast in the modern age, she turns to video games. Of course. The exact genre doesn't matter too much to her, although she does heavily enjoy both the action side of things as well as romantic visual novels. It's just about the humanity of it all. Sure, she isn't delusional; she knows full well that the companions on the other side of the screen are either not real or—in the case of co-op content—people who'd turn on her in a heartbeat if they knew the truth, but even then... This is all that she's got. Nobody knows the sins passed onto her like shitty hand-me-downs here, and if things go as planned, they never will.
This heavy dependency on non-fiction media for socializing is also the origin of her... unique way of talking. Chuuni Eula superiority!
Cut to one of her many game night seshes going ham on some open world RPG she's particularly fond of. Most days, she doesn't even touch the co-op option, but now that a limited-time event is going on? You better believe she's teaming up with people left and right just to try and get all the various free goodies day one. This is where you come in. See, not many people are willing to stay teamed up with her for long (even with the anonymity) because she's so goddamn weird. So weird. When she meets you, though, she finds you're not like that at all. You always give her the time of day, even long after the event is over. Heck, you even like to play along with her roleplay shenanigans from time to time!
You're special to her. So, so special. And that's why she tries so hard to doll herself up with silly nerdspeak, why she's constantly throwing in emoticons and throwing out punctuation that she worries might make you misconstrue her as genuinely angry when she's not. Now that she's gotten used to you being there when she logs in every day, she can't go back to the way things were before. She just can't.
Except, you're way friendlier than even she gave you credit for. When she goes to log in the next day, her heart starts racing like a startled horse at the sight of something peculiar—another username, but instead of it being your in-game alias, it's the one you use for Discord. You want to call her. Of course, that should be an absolute no-go (what if you somehow recognize her voice), but... if she refuses, will you stop talking to her?
A friend request comes in on your end. You accept it right away.
She keeps herself muted the first time you two wind up in a call together, claiming to still be recovering from some generic illness. Thankfully, you accept the excuse without a second thought and are perfectly fine with chattering away while she stays on mute and just listens. God do you sound so nice. When's the last time she's had someone be this accepting of her, other than customer service workers who didn't hear her full name to know any better? It's terrifying, honestly, but it feels amazing. Euphoric, even.
As the days pass by, her excuse grows stale. You start moving past generic wishing her wells and into deeper levels of concern over her health, and she just can't bring herself to keep worrying you like this. And so, the next time that good old call-starting melody rings out, it's without the shield of the mute icon protecting her.
Thank God you don't clock who she is right away like she feared. Instead, she hears an adorably elated gasp from the other end of the screen as you overflow with gratefulness that she's finally recovered. She even hears you say that you wouldn't have ever been able to guess she'd been so sick, not with how pretty and smooth her voice sounds. It's a good thing you're not here to see how red her face got from that one.
Over the next few months, the relationship slowly blossoms. You two have gotten so accustomed to each other's presence by this point that y'all talk about literally everything. From what you had for breakfast to the nights where neither of you can seem to rest, you're practically glued to one another every hour of every day.
Maybe that's why she slipped up. She grew comfortable with you—too comfortable. And now she's paying the price.
It was supposed to be just another innocent picture of her meal, the same way all the others you've mutually shared in the past have been. The way you responded so casually to her almost allows her to believe that's all it was and carry on with her day as if nothing happened. But she sees it. Her full name in frame, clear as day. God, why did she have to be so careless? All these moments of bliss, the ingraining of one another into your daily routines so intensely that you talked more than most married couples, and she doxxes herself. Over a photo of pizza of all things.
Still... you don't seem to be treating her any differently. It's not because you didn't see it—she knows you had to have seen it—so is it that you actually accept her for who she is? Even the thought alone sounds so ludicrous that she nearly denies the possibility altogether. But... why else would you still act so friendly to her? She knows you well enough to read your signs of discomfort at this point, and she can confidently say that there are none.
A week later, she gets an answer.
Like any other day, you two are busy yammering away in a call with each other. It's been so long that she even starts letting her guard down, feeling almost like everything's the same as before, when—
"There's something I've been wanting to talk about..."
And here it is. The moment you inevitably reject her for good and leave her to rot as an antisocial corpse all alone in her gaming chair, no one left to yap or laugh or cry with but herself. She tenses up, bracing for impact.
"This is going to sound creepy, I know, but I accidentally saw your name in one of the photos you sent a bit ago and I'm pretty sure we live in the same area. If I'm right, then would you maybe want to meet up sometime? I live over by..."
She swears her heart stopped beating for a second. You want to actually meet her??? You're willing to be seen with her in public??? What??? It takes her forever to collect herself enough to respond, but when she does, a faint sniffle carries over through her mic.
"I would love to."
- Ganyu -
Ganyu's one I could see going quite a few ways depending on the exact type of job position she ends up with. While I do love imagining her in a secretary role and wearing one of those really pretty black and white office outfits, I also find the idea of her working at a nonprofit that's centered around helping those in need really endearing. She's totally the kind of sweetheart who would be willing to overwork herself for a low-paying job, all with a smile on her face from knowing that she's giving back to her community.
The unfortunate thing is that, in reality, people like her aren't treated fairly. Not even remotely. Cruel individuals see people like her and use them, overwork them, and all while talking down to them as if they aren't the ones actually carrying the organization singlehandedly on their back. It's horrible, so much so that it nearly crushes her ideology of being willing to give her best for the sake of those less fortunate altogether—except it doesn't. Yes, largely due to her own strength and ability to persevere in hard times, but also because of you.
You're one of the few coworkers that both pays attention to her and actually does so with her well-being in mind. It may be true that you can't save her from the higher-ups' nagging and berating, but hey, you can still be there for her when she hides in the break room to cry over it afterwards. It's honestly her lifeline. After all, the entire reason she's suffering like this is to try and help goodhearted people like you; bad actors like her boss, then, shouldn't dissuade her from such selfless acts.
Except... she's breaking.
You watch it happen in real time. The way the bags under her eyes keep sinking further and further down into her skin. The way that she's always got a coffee cup pressed to her lip between tasks and, on the rare day that there is none, her body wobbles back and forth uncertainly, as if on the brink of losing consciousness altogether.
You try your best to intervene—encouraging her to take all of her breaks, even once suggesting that maybe this place isn't worth her time and how you're sure she could land a job elsewhere if she really wanted to. But she doesn't listen. Every single time, without fail, she looks up at you with that fragile, warm smile of hers and tells you that it's okay. She just hasn't been sleeping well and, once the weekend rolls around for her to catch up, she'll return good as new. She never does.
Of course, there's only so much of abusing her body and mind that she can take, and she finds that out the hard way. Literally, because she straight up collapses onto the floor in the middle of a meeting. When she wakes up, she finds her head snuggled right in your lap. The stare you're giving her alone is more than enough for her to know what's coming next.
"Ganyu, you can't keep doing this to yourself."
She knows. She knows. But her lips move on their own to retort you anyway—half out of habit, half pure fear.
"But what about our clients? They need our help. I can't just abandon them."
"And what about you? Even if you want to, you can't afford to keep sacrificing yourself for the sake of others. The only way that you can help others is by taking care of yourself first and foremost."
God she knows, she knows. She always has deep down. How could she accept that, though, when everyone else around her has wanted the exact opposite her entire life? It was always about them and what they need and what she was supposed to do for them. Even when others have said kind things like to take care of herself, they've never really meant it. They just wanted her pain to be less obvious; that way, they wouldn't have to feel guilty about leeching off of her.
And even if you do really mean it, since knowing you, you might... that's almost worse, because the thought alone makes her want to cling onto you. And yet, listening to your advice would mean leaving you behind. How cruel fate is. She forces a smile.
"It's okay. Really. I'm feeling better already thanks to you being here, so you don't have to worry about me."
You take a few seconds to reply, but when you do, her heart stops.
"About that... I actually just gave my two week's notice earlier. You should, too."
"Huh?" The sound leaves her lips like the wheeze after a punch right to the gut. Her stomach even aches the same. She'd been so caught up in her own troubles, her own inability to keep up with the soul-crushing tempo this job demands out of her, that she hadn't even considered the possibility that you wouldn't be able to handle it either. That you would choose to take care of yourself and leave this toxic environment.
She's so, so selfish. Why else does she start crying at the thought of you leaving her behind, despite knowing that this is what's best for you?
In the end, she submits her resignation letter.
As she clocks out and leaves the building, she finds herself staring emptily into the sky. Logically, she knows she should feel relieved at the weight being lifted off her shoulders, but she doesn't. She just feels... lost. That is, until you call out to her and break her out of her daze with that dazzling smile of yours she's going to miss so very much.
"You did the right thing."
"I... I'm not sure about that, but thank you." Her lips curl to match yours.
"You did. I promise. Oh, and by the way, I wanted to give you something." You pull out a folded notepad from your pocket and slot it into her hand. "There's my number. Message me whenever you're free so we can set up a time and place to hang out, okay? Only if you want to, of course—"
"I do!"
She blushes. Oh, why does she have to be so awkward? Thankfully, you don't seem to mind too much.
"Good. Then I'll see you soon."
When she finally returns to her humble apartment, she all but collapses onto the floor once again—only this time with her consciousness hopelessly intact. In retrospect, all of her angsting over how either of you quitting would mean never seeing each other again felt so silly. You really did like her, after all, and not just her work ethic.
Which is perfect, because she likes you just as much—no, even more.
- Ei -
Maladaptive daydreamer Ei my beloved... I must use this opportunity so graciously bestowed upon me to resurrect you. Also sorry this part be so angsty/borderline horror qwq I can never help myself with Ei content (T^T)
Your story first starts when you were all children—you, Ei, and Makoto. The three of you held a bond so tight and eternal that, if it weren't for the twins' distinctive hair, you could easily be confused as all part of one giant triplet trio; even with that identifying detail, though, you still often got lumped in with them purely out of how blatant your attachments to each other were to everyone around you.
You all loved talking about the future together. Dreams about what each of you would become. Makoto first wanted to be a superhero, but quickly switched gears once she asked her parents too many questions and figured out the unviability of that path. After that, she decided that a politician role would work just fine. Ei decided to become her future bodyguard, to no one's surprise; even with her tiny frame, she'd always been the sort to pounce into action the moment a whiff of danger hit her nostrils.
Perhaps that's why she never managed to recover from the accident. The one time she lunged to her sister's defense too late to do anything but watch in high definition as her other half turned into nothing more than a husk of a human being.
You wanted with all of your heart to help, to do something—anything—to drag Ei outside of the shell she sunk herself into after that fateful day. But what were you to do? You were just a kid. You all were. And so, when your parents cautiously sat you down at the dinner table some weeks later and broke the news that you all were leaving this cursed town of yours to start life anew, all you could do was nod and silently accept it. Accept that you, too, were now abandoning her during the time she needs you most.
She, on the other hand, didn't react at all.
There wasn't much she did after that day, honestly, despite her parents' great efforts to coax her into some semblance of a normal life. She would just... sit there. Her eyes would flicker from side to side occasionally, but even then, she was never looking at them, or anything that existed in reality for that matter. That blurry, unfocused gaze of hers was always set on some other dimension nobody else was privy to, a place and time where everything was different. Okay. Maybe even happy, if the occasional curvatures of her lips were anything to go off of. The one thing it never managed to be was real. Never that.
Her parents hoped that age and enough rounds of therapy would change things somehow. They thought that, perhaps, time would be enough to heal that gaping wound of hers. The opposite happened. The more and more years that went by, the harder it hit her that you both were gone. Knowing how she couldn't save her sister already ate away at her like ever-growing infected flesh, but once she truly processed that you were gone? It obliterated her. How was she supposed to smile and go to school and pretend like everything was okay when you weren't there? What if you got hurt? What if you were already hurt? What if you—
Stop. She had to stop thinking. And so, she did.
Giggling enters her ears. She aims her gaze downwards at the floor, littered with toys and trinkets and two children. You and Makoto are huddling over some picture book you've been obsessed with lately—something about nature? You turn the page with a smile.
"That's a monarch! Isn't it pretty?"
Makoto gasps with childlike wonder at the sight, but Ei's too far to see it. She's always too far to see it. Before she can make her way over and grasp at the page herself, it's already gone. Changed into something different, redder, splotchier.
"And this is a cr■■■n ■■■■■..."
Why are her ears ringing? Why can't she make out the words you're saying? Please, she wants to hear them again so bad, please ■■■■■, please say it again. She can't hear you. She can't hear you.
The butterflies soar off the pages and onto her throat. Into her throat. She's drowning in them and their wings are splattering their red liquid all over her and she knows the stains won't come out because she's tried already and she knows that no amount of water will make her clean.
No amount of water will make her clean.
No amount of water will make her clean.
No amount of water will make her clean.
No amount of time will make her clean.
No amount of repetitions will make her clean.
No amount of water will make her clean.
No amount of waiting will make her clean.
No amount of praying will make her clean.
No amount of saving her will make it past this dream.
No amount of saving you will make you come back.
She's alone.
Giggling enters her ears.
She lifts her gaze up towards the butterfly that's made its way onto her wrist. It doesn't hurt this time. It's not red. It's not even a butterfly.
It's you.
It's... you?
But you don't look anything like the child sitting on the floor, flipping pages of a book that gets blurrier by the day. No, the person she sees in front of her is from another dream entirely—yours. She sees you in that work uniform you always mention whenever the topic of the future comes up, all grown and mature and nothing like the child you actually are. You give her a strange smile she's never seen you wear before.
"I'm back, Ei."
She doesn't know whether to believe you or not.
- Yae Miko -
Okay, I love love love making modern Yae a certified mean girl. Buuuuut since I've posted a little about that version of her, I wanna talk first about the exact opposite—nerdy Yae Miko!!!!!
I've never really explored all that much on this blog who Yae was before the character growth off-screen that made her the mature, conniving woman she is, but just know I've thought about her. A lot. Which is good because, in a modern AU, that younger version of her translates really well into the stereotypical geeky high schooler who hasn't quite figured out how to get their acne under control. Or how to eat without a bunch of food bits getting stuck in her braces. Or anything, really. She's a mess, but a super cute one!
Of course, the fact that she's also a total bookworm doesn't help her case. It's not that she's introverted like many with similar interests are—the opposite, actually—but she loves a good story to help pass the time. School's just far too boring, don't you think? Fantasy novels, on the other hand...
So, it's only natural that you two first cross paths in the school library! You're looking for a book to read and accidentally brush hands with her, prompting her to offer sharing it with you. Without a second thought, you nod, expecting her to propose some sort of hot potato where one of you'd read a couple of chapters before handing it over to the other. Nah. The instant you agree, she latches her arm right under yours, drags you to her designated corner, and plops you right down beside her.
What follows is pretty much a carbon copy of the DDLC Yuri scene. Only, she's not the least bit shy about curling up to you and brushing shoulders; you are.
It's true that you've seen her around from time to time, but you had never gotten the chance to really look at her up close like this. Her hair, her eyes, that charming smile of hers... Even with all the aches and awkwardness that naturally come with this stage of life, she still manages to retain this air of sophistication like none you've ever felt before. So much so that you find yourself forgetting what you came here for—much to your companion's amusement.
"As much as I appreciate the attention, I don't think you can read and stare at my face at the same time."
"O-oh, right. Sorry."
The bad news is, there's only so much time before classes start back up again and you're forced to part ways with your newfound crush. The good news? You've still got a long, long way to go before completing that book of yours, and she's more than happy to keep meeting up with you however many times it takes to do just that.
This routine of yours quickly becomes something of a tradition between you two, even well after that specific story's last page was turned. First within the confines of the library's walls, then those of the school's cafeteria, until you don't even need the pretense of school at all to be snuggled up by each other's side.
Time skip to a few years down the line. In the blink of an eye, Yae Miko's somehow transformed all the way from the girl you once knew—mouth riddled to the brim with metal and occasional voice cracks—to the elegant yet bold woman we all know and love. Her job position's slightly different, this time solely being a businesswoman in charge of running a popular bookstore rather than a shrine maiden, but don't worry. She's just as much of a baddie as always, even down to her fashion sense. Yae in a suit supremacy!!!!!!!!!!
I gotta say. You REALLY lucked out with marrying her. Not only do you get the pride of knowing you won over the heart of the prettiest girl in town, but you also have a ton of freedom to pursue whatever goals of yours you wish to accomplish by virtue of her being hella rich! Whether it's an intensive college degree or a simple, domestic home life with her, she'll support you all the way.
Just don't let your guard down too much... After all, she's still a prankster at heart :p
