is it okay, to ask for an request? (╥﹏╥) i've just readed some of your fics! after seeing the new one you posted about genshin boys and oh i so fall in love in your writings and especially how you gotten Wanderer 🥺🥺 just chef kiss
so uhm, yeah my soul wish for an req from you(・∀・) if its acctualy okay
an wanderer x s/o / reader but its fine if you want to add others boys to it!
and what if their found their s/o crying? realy crying crying, heartbroken on kness before bed with face hidden but yeah also feel free to suit yourself in what way you like ;D
Hope this doesnt sounded cringe cause i got shy meanwhile typing on the keyboard.
Have nice day or night! hope this catches your attention
🫧 ⋅˚ . IF HE SAW YOU CRY
PREMISE . . . In which Wanderer finds you crying, unsure of what to do at first, he stays by your side to comfort you until you feel better.
ꫂ᭪݁ ﹕ STARRING . . . wanderer
⚠︎ WARNING . . . › sfw!!, wc: 1.7k / 1.745 words, established relationship, emotional vulnerability, crying and reassurance, mild angst, fluff, physical affection, wanderer being very gentle with you
note . i miss writing for angst (even if it's mild angst) thank you for the lovely request anon i hope this is to your liking hmm,, <33
Wanderer would stop the moment he found you like that. He might have come looking for you intending to make some casual remark, perhaps irritated that you'd disappeared without telling him where you were, only for the words to die before they ever reached his mouth when he found you on the floor beside the bed, sitting on your knees with your back and shoulder weakly leaning against the mattress for support.
Your hands would be pressed tightly over your face, your fingers trembling as broken sobs repeatedly forced their way through them, your whole body shaking with each breath.
Wanderer would stay frozen in place. The sight would be so far removed from the composed version of you he was accustomed to that it would catch him completely off guard. His expression would immediately change, the usual disinterest disappearing as his eyes fixed on you with intense attention.
He'd close the door behind him without a sound and approach slowly rather than startling you, lowering himself beside you as he tried to figure out what had happened. "Hey." His voice would come out quieter than usual.
You wouldn't respond, too overwhelmed by the crying to even notice him properly, so he'd crouch down beside you and look at your hidden face. "Hey. Look at me." He wouldn't demand it again when you couldn't.
Instead, he'd sit down on the floor beside you, close enough that his knee nearly touched yours, and remain there while watching your breathing. The crying would continue, your hands still covering your face as each breath came out unevenly, and Wanderer would visibly struggle with what to do.
He's not someone who naturally knows how to comfort people with elaborate words, so his first instinct would be practical.
He'd notice the cup of water nearby and reach for it, placing it within your reach. When you didn't even seem to notice, he'd pick it up himself and hold it out. "Drink." Your hands would be shaking too badly to take it, prompting him to pause before carefully holding the cup for you without saying anything.
He'd wait patiently between each small sip, keeping the cup steady while your breathing remained uneven. Another particularly harsh sob would shake through you, forcing you to bow your head further into your hands, and he'd click his tongue under his breath.
"You're going to make yourself sick." The irritation wouldn't be directed at you so much as at the fact that he couldn't simply make whatever had caused this disappear. After another moment, he'd reach toward your hands, hesitating briefly before gently catching your wrists and lowering them enough to see your face.
You'd instinctively try hiding again, but he wouldn't move away. "I'm not asking you to stop crying. Just breathe."
He'd wait until you managed even one shaky breath before quietly guiding you through another. "Again. Slowly." His voice would remain low and steady, giving you something consistent to focus on while the worst of the sobbing gradually began to lose its force.
Once the crying finally became quieter, Wanderer wouldn't assume that meant you were suddenly fine. He'd stay seated beside you on the floor, watching your breathing carefully as you wiped at your face and tried to collect yourself, your back still resting weakly against the side of the bed because you clearly didn't have the strength to sit upright on your own.
An apology for making him worry would immediately earn a frown. "Don't say that."
You'd probably look at him through tearful eyes, confused by the sharpness of his response, and he'd look away for a second before adding more quietly, "You don't need to apologize for this."
Eventually, exhaustion would make you lean toward him, and although he'd stiffen for half a second, he'd allow you to rest against his shoulder without complaint. His arm would come around you, awkward at first, before settling more securely around your shoulders once he realized you weren't pulling away.
His hand would begin rubbing your back in slow, absentminded motions, especially whenever your breathing hitched and threatened to start the crying all over again. You'd eventually begin explaining what had happened, and he'd listen without interrupting. He wouldn't fill the silence with unnecessary questions or immediately tell you how you should have handled things.
He'd simply let you speak, occasionally giving a quiet response so you knew he was still following.
The moment another person's involvement came up, however, his expression would change.
His eyes would narrow, his jaw tightening as he listened, and for a moment there would be something distinctly dangerous in his silence.
"They did what?" He'd let you finish before saying anything else, but you would be able to tell that he was already memorizing every detail.
Still, he wouldn't leave to confront anyone while you were like this. You'd remain his priority.
Exhaustion would eventually settle over you after all the crying, and rather than letting you remain slumped awkwardly against the bed, he'd gently pull you closer against his chest and keep you there.
One arm would remain firmly around your shoulders while his other hand slowly brushed through your hair, smoothing it away from your damp face whenever it stuck to your cheeks. He'd repeat the motion several times, fingertips moving gently through your hair before tracing down the back of your head and returning again.
His hand would occasionally drift to your back, rubbing slow circles whenever your breathing became uneven.
The room wouldn't stay silent for long, but Wanderer wouldn't resort to endlessly filling the silence with random stories either. Instead, once he noticed your breathing had begun to settle, his attention would turn toward you more deliberately, and he'd start talking about things he normally wouldn't bother saying aloud.
He might quietly mention some small habit of yours he'd noticed, recalling how you always did something a certain way or how you'd once complained about something so trivial that he'd secretly remembered it anyway.
"You know, you're actually terrible at pretending you're fine." He'd say it with the faintest hint of a smirk, brushing a strand of hair away from your damp cheek before continuing. "You always get quieter first. Then you start insisting nothing's wrong. It's not exactly difficult to figure out."
There'd be no mockery behind it this time. If anything, his voice would carry an unusual gentleness as he admitted the little things he'd noticed about you over time.
He might mention how you always tried to take care of everyone else even when you were exhausted yourself, or how you'd become so accustomed to putting your own problems aside that you'd sometimes forget someone else might actually want to take care of you.
He'd grumble about how frustrating that habit was, but his hand would continue moving slowly through your hair as he spoke. "You're allowed to have bad days, you know. You don't have to make yourself useful every second just so people have a reason to keep you around."
The words would come out more sincerely than he intended, and he'd briefly look away before adding something lighter to keep the moment from becoming too heavy.
He might bring up Nahida and how she'd probably tell him he was being unusually considerate, only for him to scoff at the thought. "She'd probably give me that look again. The one where she already knows what I'm thinking and waits for me to figure it out myself."
A small, tired laugh from you would earn the faintest upward twitch at the corner of his mouth. He wouldn't point it out or congratulate himself for making you smile. He'd simply continue gently smoothing your hair back, occasionally resting his hand against the back of your head as you remained tucked against him.
As the last of your tears gradually dried, the conversation would become less about distracting you and more about reminding you of the things that were still there. He might quietly mention some place he'd like to take you someday, complain about something someone you both knew had done, or describe some ridiculous thing he'd witnessed earlier, but he'd keep circling back to you without even realizing it.
"You'd probably like it there," he'd remark casually before pausing, as though only then noticing that he'd started talking about taking you somewhere. He'd listen whenever you answered, occasionally correcting you, disagreeing just to keep the conversation going, or asking what you thought about something because he genuinely wanted to hear your opinion.
Whenever your voice faltered, his hand would instinctively return to your hair or slowly rub your back, grounding you without interrupting what you were saying. Eventually, your weight would settle more completely against his chest, the trembling almost entirely gone.
Wanderer would glance down at you, his expression noticeably softer than it had been when he'd first entered the room.
"There. That's better." His fingers would lightly brush through your hair once more before he added, quieter this time, "You don't have to talk anymore." He'd let the silence return naturally after that, keeping you securely against him.
Eventually, you'd become calm enough to rest fully against him without trembling, your weight settling against his chest while his arms remained securely around you.
He'd lower his voice and glance down at you. "See? You're breathing normally again."
Embarrassment over having cried so badly in front of him would earn an almost offended expression. "You're embarrassed?" He'd click his tongue and shake his head. "I've seen you covered in dirt, exhausted, half-dead after traveling, and making considerably worse decisions. This isn't exactly the most shocking thing you've done."
The dry remark would be deliberate, something familiar enough to make the room feel normal again. Another small laugh from you would visibly relax his shoulders, though he'd pretend not to notice.
He'd simply pull you a little closer and continue brushing your hair away from your face, his voice gradually becoming quieter as he talked about increasingly meaningless things just to keep you company.
Eventually, you'd settle comfortably against him on the floor, no longer needing the bed to hold you upright because he was doing it for you.
Wanderer would make no attempt to move you away. He'd remain there with you in his arms, occasionally smoothing your hair or rubbing your back, quietly talking until the heaviness in the room had finally lifted enough for you to breathe without having to think about it.
When Wanderer finds himself in the predicament of chasing away a mortal girl who seems to stick closely to him, even when he is being bitter and cold. What happens when he's nice?
warnings/tags: fluff, wan being mean, wan being in denial, crushes (both ways?), mc who has issues - implied trauma/relationship abuse (yeah that took a turn)
wc: 2.8k
chuu's note: based on this post of mine ! also if u get the teen wolf ref ily. this is all in wan's perspective cos I wanted to write a pt 2 in mc's perspective but that may never see the light of day
"Quit following me!" Wanderer snaps, glaring at the girl who flinches on command before stilling herself. She stares at him, wide eyed - he hated those eyes of hers, they were irritatingly mesmerising to look at.
She was the same girl who would regularly walk under his designated tree that he sat on during breaks after long, torturous hours spent inside Akademiya lecture theatres. The girl he also shared a fair few of those Archon-awful classes with.
But she’s broken the boundary of a mere classmate already.
She was more than that now.
She was a pest, someone who kept bothering him no matter where he went.
Someone who had confessed her liking towards him, one too many times. But Wanderer wasn’t one for petty things like ‘love’ or ‘romance’, Wanderer was distinctively clear with himself that he would never harbour such a feeling in the eternity he lives in.
Even if they were as beautiful as the false sky above him, even if they treated the animals gently when no one was looking. Even if they had eyes as mesmerising as the-
"I'm sorry-" you begin, but the words make Wanderer roll his eyes as he turns back around to stomp away.
Truthfully, he hated hearing those words - apologies were always so easy to speak of, but they never truly solved anything. He would know better than anyone else - he had an eternity to atone for his sins. If a simple apology fixed all of that he had damaged, the burden he shoulders every second would be far easier to manage.
"When you say it that many times, you render the very meaning useless. What is it this time? Be on with it already and leave" he grumbles – he’s heard you apologise almost as frequently as your visits.
"I was just wondering if you could help-" your voice speaks a little more meekly and Wanderer stops himself from wincing at the way he shuts you down immediately.
"No"
"But-"
Wanderer lets out a long and deep sigh as he turns back around, so fast that you bump into him - knocking your head in the process.
He scowls at the foreign expression you’re wearing, you almost looked a little pitiful this time round.
Nonetheless, he takes one step back to keep a fair distance. His arms crossed as he quirks one brow upward, "Wanna hear it in Inazuman? いやだ!"
When he sees you’ve shut your mouth closed that instant, he knows the conversation has ended. Before he can see your eyes turn glossy, he’s already on his way.
He hates that his chest pangs as if he’s capable of having a heart.
He doesn’t understand you at all.
You keep coming back, no matter how terribly he treats you.
"Seriously, you failed? Since when did you get so bad at... never mind. Guess you really are hopeless after all. Perhaps you should repeat the year instead?"
The words leave his mouth without a second thought, and he’s already regretting his condescending tone when he sees the way you've swallowed thickly.
You blink away at the moisture building up in your eyes and shake your head.
"I hope I don't. If I do... we won’t be in the same classes anymore"
Wanderer can’t help but scoff into a smile, there you were again, replying to his cruel words with something sickeningly sweet. As if his cruelty only made you like him more.
"Then I hope you do" he mumbles, leaving your side.
It was odd.
You were quite good in your academics. The sudden shift in your grades was certainly surprising to even Wanderer. He finds himself thinking about it a little too long. Perhaps your request last time wasn’t to bother him, it was for support with the exam.
Wanderer sighs, feeling his chest ache at the thought – he dismissed you as if you were a fly.
And yet, despite it all, you continued to come back.
You continued to smile in front of him.
It made him feel awful.
"If she likes you for how you treat her now, perhaps that’s exactly why fuel's her desire, no?" Nahida sounds ever so much like a child when she speaks, but the depth of her words always seem to pierce through Wanderer. He didn’t know why he felt so compelled to seek Nahida’s assistance, perhaps he was just needing more clarity – mentally, of course.
"You’re telling me she willingly enjoys being berated by someone she likes?" Wanderer deadpans, only to see Nahida's green beady eyes staring expectedly at him. That woman never changed her expressions, it drove him insane. But what drove him to the very brink of insanity, was that her logic was fair.
"That’s absurd"
"Love is a complicated emotion, child" Nahida says as if she is all knowing and Wanderer scoffs loudly at the use of the word "child". She certainly got a rise out of speaking like that, even when she was a mere baby of a god compared to the rest.
Wanderer thinks about you and the way you don’t seem to falter or back down whenever he throws a snarky remark your way – snarkier than usual, constructed with the purpose of driving you away.
Yet you come back, every time.
“You know. You’ve known.” Nahida speaks up to halt his memories of you – and with the tone of her words, Wanderer feels almost ashamed, “You’ve just chosen to ignore that possibility”.
He wasn’t being scolded, but, he understands her words a little too dearly.
He has known. He has chosen to ignore the possibility that a pure and sweet mortal could ever be capable of twisting their liking towards something this terrifying. Cruelty.
Something about that very notion, it troubled him, deeper than he could ever admit. Because it reminded him of himself – Kabukimono.
“Why don’t you try be nice to her? I’m sure you’ll gain a new result – one you’re looking for” her voice is softer now, as is her gaze towards Wanderer, “Or perhaps, you may find that it’s not”
Wanderer looks away – Nahida was a god after all – she may even be the smartest out of all of them and the heavenly principles combined. She could see right through him, even without her powers.
"Hat guy..." a new voice startles Wanderer into a scowl.
"I thought I told you its bad manners to eavesdrop, Durin" Wanderer narrows his eyes at the little boy who has his hands up as if he was being arrested. He shakes his head frantically,
"I wasn’t! I was in the room, you just didn’t notice"
"You blended yourself into the wall, don’t get cheeky with me"
As Wanderer flops himself onto his bed, he stares up at the ceiling above him, dazed. He remembers your face like it’s etched into his memory – as if it’s haunting him, even when you’re still alive and well. Somehow, every image he has of you renders him completely helpless.
“I like you” you spoke bravely to him, after many, many failed attempts at getting him to come down from the tree he leisurely sat on.
He knew it took a lot of effort since you were still quite meek, despite your spurts of courage every now and then.
Mortals, they were incredibly determined when they needed to be – he remembered that thought as he looked at your eyes, bright as a flame.
But a confession like that was something of nightmares to Wanderer, especially from someone as sweet and tender as you. A girl who was just as kind to the grass she stepped on, as she were with the care she places on her friends and family.
Wanderer knew everything about everyone in the Akademiya. There wasn’t a name that he didn’t recognise. He wouldn’t let that be known to anyone, but he paid attention, always. There was little to learn in the curriculum anyway, especially after having lived through the history they’re all learning about.
It was a pastime of his to observe how mortals were – each one was special, different. They were beautiful creatures, even if they harboured uglier spectrum of emotions, and made mistakes that even fools could avoid.
Mistakes like confessing their affection to a puppet who holds no heart.
He remembers the way you looked worriedly at him amidst his silence.
Surely, you weren’t expecting too much, but you must have not been expecting the face he made that moment – as if his entire soul had left him.
“You wasted my time for a lousy confession? How disgusting-”
Wanderer cringes at the memory, scrunching his eyes closed as he turns into his pillow. He doesn’t take back his actions – the words were a calculated attempt at pushing you away.
Your face, you didn’t look at all upset. In fact, you were trying to hold back a shy smile – as if you’d been complimented. You looked even prettier–
Wanderer groans again, throwing the pillow once under his head, away from his grasp with an angry speed. Only, it doesn’t land at all.
At the lack of noise, he sits up to see a smaller figure in front of him, clutching onto the pillow. His eyes, round and innocent, his horns sitting tall and proud as always.
“Durin? What are you doing here?”
It was past midnight now, it was well past Durin’s assigned curfew.
Durin’s fingers grip onto the pillow a little tighter when Wanderer motions him to come closer.
“Are you upset about something?” Durin’s voice was meek, it softened Wanderer all at once.
“I didn’t know you were there, I’m sorry. I threw it to hit the wall, not you.” Wanderer mumbles and Durin nods. Durin makes himself comfortable atop Wanderer’s bed, he’s quiet, but Wanderer knows the boy well enough to know he was dying to speak about something.
When they first met, Wanderer barked about his chatty attitude one too many times – it resulted to Durin growing quiet, asking with his eyes as permission to speak. He’s wanted to undo that habit for some time now, but it hasn’t worked.
“Go on” he prompts, falling back onto bed as Durin’s eyes light up a bit.
“About this person. Don't you think... that maybe there's a problem with her?"
Wanderer regrets giving the dragon any chance to speak. He doesn’t regret barking about his chatty nature either.
"Of course there's a problem, she’s deluded" he huffs, feeling the mattress dip a little as Durin lays beside him. Wanderer scoffs as the little boy makes himself comfortable under the sheets.
"Maybe... maybe that’s what was taught to her. Love is cruel, unstable..." Durin shakes his head from side to side, there's a certain sadness in his eyes, "my brother Albedo told me humans attach to what’s familiar to them"
"Don’t concern yourself with my issues. You're thinking too much."
Wanderer doesn’t want to discuss the very real possibility with Durin since it holds a lot more darkness than he may have imagined. For now, Wanderer pats onto the little boys head, before ushering him to sleep.
Even though Durin was new to Teyvat, there was one thing Wanderer knew well about him. That Durin was a smart boy.
And Durin was right.
Over the next few weeks, Wanderer employs the thinking of Lesser Lord Kusanali. And her words truly do prove her status as the ‘goddess of Wisdom’.
He speaks to you with a sickly sweet smile, and doesn’t so much as lose his temper – not even once. Sometimes, his own words made him want to throw up, but he’s even more startled with the way you reflect the very same expression as him.
You look the picture of someone who’s encountered an unfathomable stench.
“I really liked your discussion in class. You should speak up more, you’re incredibly bright”
Of course, none of it was a lie – you were incredibly insightful, but it was the way in which Wanderer spoke that was entirely foreign to you.
He watches as your eyebrows scrunch a little, taking in the compliments as if they were shards of glass, sharp, and difficult to digest.
He doesn’t think he’s seen you like this, ever.
Wanderer smirks when you leave, albeit, sweetly farewelling him, he can tell you won’t be returning to pester him again.
At least not willingly.
Wanderer doesn't believe he has ever felt excited to enter into his shared class with you, but today, he’s itching to see how you may avoid his expectant gaze.
A gaze he never truly ever bothered casting on you, till you so recently stopped visiting him during breaks.
He had successfully driven you away. For good, he believes.
He’s simply relishing the fruits of his labour, of course.
That is, until his professor introduces the final assignment; one of Wanderer’s least favourite – group projects. To make matters worse, his professor has even gone through the trouble of assigning groups himself.
And to Wanderer’s luck, he’s ended up with the one person he’s been trying to drive away.
When the groups are finalised, everyone moves to sit next to their groupmates.
Everyone flocks to Wanderer, knowing well he won’t move first - and though Wanderer isn’t all too sociable himself, he’s gained a higher standing as one of the brightest in the class. And by nature, many are attracted to the thought of befriending someone intelligent, especially when given the opportunity to, served on a golden platter.
But Wanderer isnt all too fussed about the chatter as his new groupmates seat themselves beside him. He instead watches as you slow your steps down so you end up last at the table, a lousy trick so you could sit furthest away from him.
Though it was satisfying seeing you avoid him, Wanderer couldn’t help but drive the nail in further. Just for assurance.
Wanderer smiles sweetly at you, and you flinch on the spot, giving him an uncomfortably awkward smile back – it was clear you didn’t want this as much as him.
And that in itself, was a rather satisfying sight for Wanderer.
During discussions, you don’t even look at him for more than a second, and you’re quick to leave the classroom when the lesson ends.
On one occasion, he watches as you drop all your papers during yet another attempt to try to leave first.
He holds back a scoff and crouches down to help you.
You mumble a small apology and shakily reach for one of the papers. Wanderer’s eyes narrow in at your bare wrist that was revealed when your sleeve pulls up. Then, his eyes then trail to the papers in his hands, and he looks over at you quizzically,
“You’re failing? Still?”
You grow hot that moment and reach for the test papers, only to be held still. You wince a little and Wanderer is quick to soften his grip, “What happened?”
“bruised it from hitting a wall” you reply quickly, as if you’ve had it prepared, “and I’m not failing, yet”
Wanderer doesn’t want to let go, but he feels his chest ache all of a sudden. A terrible feeling that churns inside of him. Something felt off.
You know. You’ve always known.
Nahida’s words ring into Wanderer’s ears once again and he can’t shake it away anymore. He’s known this. Something is off.
Something was always off with you.
The next day Wanderer sees you stood in the gardens of the Akademiya. Instinctively, he shrinks into the branch he was sat on as if he’d be spotted, even though you were a fair distance away.
Even though you’re clearly no longer interested in him at all.
He narrows his eyes at the way your head is bowed down – your hair falling across your face.
He couldn’t quite get a gauge of your expression. But one thing that made him still, was the way your hands shook at your sides.
Wanderer finds himself getting up from his seated position, only to stop at the sight of a hand. He realises you’re not alone. Behind the tree must've been another figure – from this angle, Wanderer just couldn’t see it.
But he definitely saw the way the hand reached out the base of your neck and then up to the bottom of your scalp.
The fingers grip onto your hair harshly, pulling at you to look up.
Wanderer feels himself grow hot with anger till he scans your expression that was now visible.
You looked fine. In fact, you didn’t look distressed at all.
An unease settles across Wanderers body, with Durin’s words replaying back over and over again.
Humans attach to what’s familiar to them; love is cruel, unstable.
And with the way you've let yourself be kissed by whatever monster that stood in front of you, Wanderer understands it all.
Mortals. They were terribly foolish creatures.
And perhaps this time, he too will learn to be foolish.
Foolish enough to get involved.
Foolish enough to be brave.
Foolish enough to change your fate.
chuu's note: yeah, look... this as meant to be funny and lighthearted but when I was writing I was like, "hang on... why IS mc like this? lets give her some trauma" <3
but in all realness, I feel weirdly anxious posting which is weird cos I don't ever feel anxious... idk. maybe its cos its the first time I haven't been consistent w posting but I hope that feeling goes away cos I feel so yuck rn. anyways. goodbye~ pt2 may never see the light of day btw <3
When you get overwhelmed by your first kiss(combined)
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Combined part 2(a request) and 3 to this post.
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Neuvillette
Is perplexed when immediately after he kisses your lips you crouch holding your hands over your lips with tears in your eyes. He kneels beside you trying to get a good look at your flustered face but you shy away unable to look at him. He feels he's done something wrong and asks if he has. When you explain that you're just overwhelmed but happy about the kiss he feels relieved. More than happy to give you another kiss once you've calmed down.
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Alhaitham
Isn't surprised when you curl into yourself after the kiss and instead holds you close in his arms waiting for you to calm down and explain yourself. First kisses can be overwhelming he gets that and is a little overwhelmed himself. He let's you cry into his shoulder until you're ready to talk. Kisses your forehead after you explain yourself instead of going for another kiss just yet.
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Kaveh
Is startled when you start to cry after having your first kiss and begins to panic over if he's done something wrong. Did he kiss you to fast? To hard? Did you actually not want to be kissed by him even though you gave permission? His mind is running in circles trying to figure out what's wrong so he gets overwhelmed himself. When you stop him and just say you were overwhelmed by it he stops panicking and relaxes though he's more worried about you and how the future looks if a single kiss makes you cry like this. Suggests kissing again if you're comfortable to get use to the feeling.
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Gallagher
Immediately follows you down when you crouch and hold your hands over your lips. When he sees your tears he quickly asks what's wrong figuring out that the kiss must have triggered them though he's more concerned as to why. When you say that it just overwhelmed you with emotion he laughs but not at you. Brings you into a bear hug and rubs his stubble on your cheek until you laugh before peppering your face with kisses. When you've finally calmed down from your laughter and tears he asks for another proper kiss.
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Wriothesley
Initially thinks you've gone faint when you start dropping your body to a crouch and quickly wraps his arms around you just in case. When he sees you crying he's relieved that you didn't faint but now he's wondering just what made you cry. Asks you what triggered your tears and when you respond he's glad to find out you aren't crying because you disliked the kiss but rather just got emotionally overwhelmed. Sighs before lifting you up in his arms in a strong hug and saying he can't promise you won't get overwhelmed by his kisses in the future with a wink.
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Zhongli
Doesn't panic when the first bit of tears leave your eyes after he kisses you. He knows you're rather sensitive to things especially when it comes to emotions so he calmly wipes away your tears while asking if you're alright. He gives you a moment to collect yourself and let him know how you're feeling a bit too much joy so it's leaking out basically. He smiles at the knowledge that you're not feeling upset in the negative sense and presses a kiss to your forehead. He'll ask a bit later for another kiss later and focuses on keeping this moment in his memory.
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Diluc
Is more flustered than he seems after having kissed you but that melts to concern when he pulls back and sees your tears. Immediately asks what's wrong and if you liked the kiss or if he went to fast or etc. When you manage to speak up and say you were just so overwhelmed by happiness that you just burst into tears he feels relief but now he's worked up again his cheeks nearly as red as his hair. He clears his throat and asks if you wouldn't mind another kiss then? He does want to make you happy after all.
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Kaeya
Honestly feels like he's melting after having managed to kiss you got the first time and is enjoying the moment at least until he notices your tears and how you're curling into yourself. He loses his cool for once and is rushing to do damage control but it's unneeded as you begin to laugh and curl into him. You reassure him that you were just feeling too much in the moment and he wraps his arms around you a little miffed that you were able to get him so worked up so easily. But he's not actually upset and teasingly says he'll just have to kiss you until your tears dry and proceeds to kiss your cheeks playfully until they stop. When everything calms down he asks for another kiss and he's melting again with a warmed heart.
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Albedo
Is a bit confused when you curl into yourself after the kiss but he recognizes right away that you're just overwhelmed. He holds you close and strokes your back possibly even guiding you some place to sit if you two aren't and then pulling away to get you something to drink. If you don't want him to leave to get you something he'll stay and just hold you until you calm down while pressing kisses on your hands and then moves to kissing your face. He starts with your forehead then your cheeks and nose and when he gets back to your lips he asks if he can kiss you again noticing how much calmer you are now. The kiss is just like the first: short and sweet but not lacking passion.
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Wanderer
At this point in the relationship with you knows you're the sensitive sort prone to crying when your emotions get a bit too much. So while he's not surprised it still shocks him to see you cry because of him. He's sort of a mess juggling between wanting to comfort and wanting to curl into a ball and hide away overwhelmed by both of your emotions. But he can't exactly run when you wrap your arms around him and hold him tight. He stills but eventually relaxes as he feels your heart beat against him and eventually wraps his arms around you too closing his eyes. He lightly scolds them for being so dramatic and for soaking his clothes with their tears. If they feel moisture on their clothes and his own quiet sobs they don't say a word.
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Dainsleif
Might be more overwhelmed than you even if he doesn't cry his hands tremble as they hold onto your back. He rests his forehead against yours and let you cry and asks what's wrong though he likely already knows. When his suspicions are confirmed he wipes your eyes and sighs. You both need a moment to just feel and calm down before you both kiss again.
Wanderer is the type who, when romancing someone, will remember something the person he likes talked about months ago and get it for them as a present for their birthday. he remembers all of their likes and dislikes, dates, and even stuff that seems insignificant.
he loves hard and intensely. but won't admit it.
"you're thinking too much into it. hmph, stop giving me that look and enjoy your cake before i change my mind!"
ScaraLumi Headcanon (more like Wanderer headcanon but I gotta sneak in ScaraLumi)
I think Wanderer might appear indifferent towards other people's compliments towards him but he actually likes it deep inside, especially if it came from those people important to him—like the Traveler. Wanderer does seems interested with the Traveler during his Fatui era after all—slightly at least—even though learning informations regarding the Traveler is probably for the sake of defeating them, but I do still think there's a slight personal interest that he has for the Traveler. Like I doubt him examining them from different angles when Haypasia fell unconscious isn't partly because he find them interesting.
What about him being interested to them? Well, compliments of the Traveler for Wanderer does affect him due to his interest towards them, especially with the Traveler's reputation too—he might find their compliments on him interesting and somehow maybe boast it either subtly or loudly, never in-between, or at least feel smug about it. Like come on, knowing him, he's cocky. Boasting his only one difference in rank between him and Sandrone, him saying he wrote more papers than her (Sandrone), and how proud he seems when Nahida praised him for being useful (or something during 3.x archon quest something I forgot).
Heck, I might even say that it's not only about compliments but their opinions also. I do think Wanderer is interested with Traveler's opinion which is probably loosely similar with what happened during 6.3 archon quest.
I like to think that he's one of the kids who's parents won't let him get therapy so he choses to take Psychology in order to understand himself better
For the uninitiated, there's BS Psychology (which is more medical and technical iirc) and AB Psychology (which is more corporate centered). I believe that Scara would be a BS Psych student since he's more inclined to assess himself, to control his emotions, and other people, to understand others more.
That and his mom (Ei) would be the type to want him to be a doctor methinks
Needless to say that he's a schoolwork > socializing type of student and is very responsible
He assumed that college would be an every man for themselves situation, and was disappointed to find out that there were group works in college too.
He's not against socializing, he just doesnt see the point in doing anything other than his work. Hes not an outcast he's just doing his own thing
Got adopted by some outgoing ginger kid who he kind of thinks is annoying but can't seem to get rid of. Said ginger kid claimed that they were friends after doing on group project together and he never left Scara's life after that
His academic rival is this nerdy astrology girl who he shares a glare with every time he walks past by her in school. She's in his general (not major) courses and they usually compete to be the top of his class
Scara didnt really care about being the top of his class at first, but he did it to spite her and to please his mom
Ei gives him allowance to buy food near the campus since she doesnt have time to cook her kids (Raiden and Scara) packed lunch. Scara appreciates this, since he gets warm food and is able to save money for himself
Scara's trying to get a part time job but because of his schedule, he keeps wandering for one (ha ha)
That's all I got for now. I'd love to listen to other people's College!Scara headcanons too (I beg)
chuu's note: these are all my opinions abt wanderer based on how i view his character. obviously you don't have to agree, but this is generally how I see him, and generally how I write him in most my stories!
૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა okiii anyways, enjoy ~
♡ blinks out of years and years of mimicking and trying to be more human-like. If you challenge him to a staring contest, he'd get spooked by his new urge to blink when he physically does not need to
♡ if you fluster him, he wont blush, he'd heat up.
♡ similarly if he's stressed out, he will heat up. If someone he loves is ever in danger, you should keep an eye on him bc there might be smoke coming from his skin (please cool him down before the poor boy overheats)
♡ talking about heating up, there is a way for him to control it, so on colder nights, you might find that he's heated his (usually cold) body so you can sleep easier.
♡ anytime you're holding his hand he's always listening to your heartbeat - he finds it comforting. for this reason, he also enjoys cuddling (he wont ever admit this tho)
♡ is very neat and organised, he hates mess and you will find him cleaning when you've accidentally left a dirty dish out (yeah, he's the type to guilt trip you by cleaning it without a single word said, but like, right in front of you so you see him cleaning it and feel bad - expert guilt tripper im telling u)
♡ an amazing cook - look, he's over 500 years old and has been going from place to place. I can assume he's gained a lot of knowledge over food
♡ niwa once told him that food was the most important thing for humans and he hasn't stopped his interest for is since (even if he himself doesn't need for, nor does he have the tastebuds to care for it)
♡ if he ever gets into a relationship, he'd be the main cook. I can't guarantee the dishes taste good, bc he'll prioritise your nutritional intake more than anything else. you hate carrots? too bad, he's read abt the benefits and has blended them in the pasta you got.
♡ tea lover (both herbal and verbal)
♡ genuinely, he loves gossiping, especially about people and their characters - he has such a deep interest and fascination on people's personalities and characters
♡ likes people watching
♡ knows everyone's name in the akademiya, their face and their major. he doesn't even have to have had a conversation or anything, he just mentally knows everyone - he wont ever admit to it tho
♡ hates loud noises and environments - it echoes in his hearing receptors and it makes him dizzy
♡ gets very anxious when you show signs of sickness. He cant help it, its a trauma response. he will drop everything to be beside you and take care of you.
♡ might scold you in the process of taking care of you, but know that its out of love
♡ same with bruises, cuts, scratches - he hates seeing them on you and it hurts his chest
♡ yes he feels pain in his chest when he's sad, he doesn't understand it either.
♡ cries quite a bit when he's in his head too much - mostly at night when its really quiet and you're fast asleep
♡ he hates that he is able to cry because it reminds him of why he was abandoned - thinks its his weakness, still.
♡ tries really hard not to cry, but sometimes he cant help it. you've never seen him cry but there are times where you've found him fast asleep with tears in his eyes.
♡ he thinks often about how fragile mortals are, about his past, about his creator, about nahida who was willing to take him in.
♡ cares for and loves nahida more than he will ever admit. he wants to stay with her forever, and is always anxious for the day nahida tells him that his debt has been repaid
♡ wishes nahida would read his mind even when he tells her not to, because sometimes he wants her to know stuff even when he physically doesn't say it
♡ can't take a compliment to save his own life. will either get snappy or just won't believe you.
♡ don't get me wrong, he's very confident in himself, he just doesn't trust easy.
♡ adores mortals so much and wishes they were stronger than they are - most times he's spending alone, he'll be like a sumeru batman; helping cats down trees with his anemo vision and helping lost kids find their parents
♡ adores all animals, children and elderly; will visibly get annoyed if he sees anyone disrespect them
♡ finds beauty in everything: the trees, the birds, the way mortals so selflessly get themselves hurt for the ones they love
♡ finds so much beauty in everything and everyone that he finds himself falling in love with every aspect of life, despite how bitter his past was
♡ he falls in love very easily, but constantly rejects the idea
♡ it will kill him inside until he decides to own up to his feelings
♡ finds the aranara cute and funny, he wants to spend more time with them but he's embarrassed of being caught
♡ often cringes about kabukimono, but also really cherishes how easily trusting he was and wishes he could have spent more time appreciating himself then.
♡ misses niwa a lot, cannot face kazuha for the longest time since his red hair streak always reminds him of niwa
♡ remembers niwa whenever he encounters someone who is soft spoken and becomes extremely protective over them. he doesn't want anyone to take advantage of them (even if he does so from a distance)
♡ doesn't want to let go of scaramouche completely, he understands his pain and understands why he acted the way he did
♡ occasionally misses the fatui harbringers, especially after his time in nod krai. he has garnered a new appreciation for them, especially Sandrone. wishes he was nicer to them
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♡ If this boy ever gets into a relationship it will be after years and years of denial and eventual acceptance (and thus healing on his part)
♡ OR it was completely unintentional on his part (for example, you spend so much time around him and he just let's you hang arounf thinking its innocent till one day you tell everyone you're his partner - this man will be spooked but will be too stunned to say anything and eventually just settles)
♡ again, he falls in love easy. he denies this fact, but it is a fact set by the laws of teyvat
♡ and once he falls, he's fallen and can't get up to leave - once he realises that, he's all in
♡ nonchalant at first, but if you're the sensitive type, he'd be pretty sweet to you. as mean and sarcastic as he can be, I assume he'd be super kind to the one person he tolerates (loves** with every irminsul wood in his puppet joints)
♡ very protective but not overbearing - he's lost enough, if he loses you, he knows he wont be able to go on
♡ very rare of him to ever get jealous (again, hes 500 yrs old, this man is mature) - but don't test his limits, he does have a history of abandonment issues, his insecurities may rise of you go too far
♡ don't break his trust, it'll cause irreparable harm to the relationship
♡ he finds a stubborn bratty lover just as amusing as a sweet and shy one. I honestly think he can get along with anyone, and its probably why this man gets shipped with literally every character in genshin
♡ If he ever snaps at you he'd stay hidden for the rest of the week and constantly berates himself for going too far
♡ If you ever piss him off, he's probably going to be bratty back
♡ I assume, since he's the most mature (age wise), he'd be the one to awkwardly try mend it back tho
♡ likes calling you by your name bc its so pretty and names are significant to him (since he never got the blessing of having a proper name from his mama)
♡ will absolutely melt whenever you use his name to call on him in front of other people, since most people just call him "hat guy"
♡ the first person he introduces to you is nahida. he knows he doesn't need to do this, but deep inside he seeks nahida's blessing
♡ sometimes calls you "sweetheart" or "heart" bc you are exactly that
♡ calls you "doll" when he's feeling a little sarcastic and sassy (even though he is the doll)
♡ doesn't need sleep but has gotten into the habit of it because of you
♡ he gets lonely when you're sleeping and often emotional and overthinks so he decided he might as well try sleeping beside you
♡ finds it easy to calm himself down when you're fast asleep and he's listening to the steady beating of your heart and the softness of your breaths, in and out.
♡ usually he "wakes" earlier than you, but sometimes he is completely worn out - on those days you leave him be and he'll nag you about not waking him.
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♡ doesn't get "horny" - that's not wired in him nor does he have the innate desire to have sex
♡ for this reason you're almost always on the recieving end
♡ for this reason also, he's never the one to initiate physical contact. but he definitely can sense when you're needing it
♡ sometimes he acts oblivious to your obvious cues because he likes it when you get all embarrassed, sometimes he'll just decide to be nice and pull you in (very dependent on his mood)
♡ probably tracks your cycle so he knows when you're feeling what type of way (also to feed you the right things on the right days of the month)
♡ again, he's very interested in mortals, so he can't help but care for those things
♡ anyway, back to sex
♡ he doesn't need it, doesnt feel it either, but he understands if you want/need it
♡ its the same as food to him, he doesnt need it, but that doesn't mean he can't indulge in it.
♡ starts to enjoy intimacy when he realises you're completely at his mercy (there's the scara in him coming back)
♡ really starts to enjoy it when he realises this is the only part of yourself that he and he alone gets to see and that riles him up a bit.
♡ like i said, he is sentimental, he notices these things - because it is so meaningful, he cannot help but get emotional abt sex now.
♡ is not kinky, in fact is pretty hesitant abt going too far with things.
♡ absolutely no bsdm or hard kinks - he would hate anything that harms you - doesn't matter if its in the name of pleasure, he will talk you out of it or try to rewire your thinking.
chuu's note: I got bored waiting for the last 2 eps of single's inferno so I wrote this lol... I think I ended up yapping too much. I can't help it hhh, out of every character genshin has come out with, wanderer will still have the most depth... he is so loved, even by his literal creators (hoyo)
You call your ex to get rid of a spider - (though Wanderer is not impressed, he's definitely going to make use of this golden opportunity.)
tags: FLUFF, romance, suggestive content
wc 1.3k
author's note: short and sweet, I thought this would fit Wanderer the most since he's a cheeky boi ahah (based on a true story lmaoo)
“Show me where it is” though Wanderer’s voice was deadpan as always, you almost teared up when you saw him. To you, he was your knight in shining armour, an angel who had descended the heavens just to see you.
You rush up to him with teary eyes and hug him. It doesn’t matter that you hadn’t so much as even spoken to him for the last 4 months. It doesn’t even matter that he is still your ex. You still adore him, now of all times.
You step back and point to the corner of your room, and you watch as Wanderer’s eyes follow. He narrows onto the insect and sighs. He doesn’t say a word more and walks forward. You turn away, and run to your doorway. You didn’t want to see a single thing.
You hated spiders. You despised them. You couldn’t stomach even the sight of them, let alone catch them.
Wanderer knew this. In the years you had spent together, he was the designated spider catcher. He would usually be the type to squash them, but you had scolded him on one occasion to spare their lives. He didn’t understand you at all, but he didn’t bother to argue with you either.
But now that you weren’t together, you had to deal with these things yourself. It didn’t occur to you then, how troublesome your petty fears were. But here you were, hiding in your own house, with your ex back in your room catching a spider for you.
When you hear your window close and Wanderer huff, you assume the deed was done. You poke your head from the frame of the door to see him stare blankly at you.
To be honest, Wanderer found the whole ordeal amusing. But he wasn’t going to let you know that. And he most definitely wasn’t going to let you know that he was enthralled at the thought of being the only one you could call on. Or that he was finally able to see you after what felt like years.
The steps towards him feel like a walk of shame.
“Thank you, I really appreciate it. Is there anything you want in return”
Wanderer crosses his arms and thinks for a moment, and he speaks plainly, “a kiss”
You blink once, then twice, the already pink in your cheeks turning scarlet at the thought. It’s not like you hadn’t kissed him before, but things were different now. You weren’t together. But as you thought deeper, nothing really has changed.
You still missed him.
You still liked him.
“Okay” you say softly, but you don’t look at him. The silence after would be a testament that he was surprised with your answer too.
“I was joking” he says again and you feel yourself grow hot, your eyes snapping to him, almost scolding him through your gaze for embarrassing you further. It was bad enough you had to call him out for something so minor, now here he was teasing you.
You open your mouth, and close it again. Wanderer can’t help but swoon at the sight. He missed this. He missed you dearly. And sure, teasing you wasn’t the nicest thing to do, but he couldn’t help himself. He was aching to get closer.
“I’ll go get my wallet” you mumble lowly, turning to leave but you’re pulled back by the wrist. Wanderer is wearing a scowl on his face now,
“Don’t be ridiculous. You barely afford your rent, I don’t want it.” He spits, though you know this wasn’t a direct attack towards you, you still feel hurt. You speak softly as you try to pry your hand away from his grip but he doesn’t seem to budge.
“You’re being mean, you know”
Wanderer scoffs with a bitter smile, “Me? You contacted me after 4 months to get rid of a spider? Don’t you think that’s mean?”
You freeze a little. He was right of course. Your break up wasn’t messy in any way. And for the most part, you both ended it on good terms. You just ‘naturally’ distanced yourself. You couldn’t stand it otherwise.
“I’m sorry” you say, looking at his eyes that seemed all too shocked at how easily and sincerely you had just apologised. He felt like he was falling in love with you all over again, even though he had never stopped loving you. Not for one second.
Not a minute longer did you feel him tug you into his chest all at once. And all too soon, were his lips on yours. You were startled, but you didn’t mind it at all. After all, you had just agreed to kiss him as payment only moments ago.
Seconds into minutes, minutes into hours.
It was as if 4 months meant nothing to the two of you.
You were right back where you started, on your bed, under him, panting.
Wanderer’s eyes are full of love and adoration, his pupils blown out as he dips down to kiss you softly. His palms, reach below, neatening the clothes he had wrinkled only moments prior, soothing your skin.
“You don’t have anyone else to call over for something this petty?” he whispers, a shine in his eyes told you he was in the mood for more teasing. But you were far too tired for it. He always had inhumane stamina, that you could never keep up with. But you never complained about it.
“I don’t” you whine, as you feel him giggle against your lips.
“That’s such a shame. I swear you had a friend who lived nearby?”
You want to groan, so he knew. Of course he knew. But you didn’t care anymore. You had already reached your daily quota for being embarrassed. So what if he found out you had a choice between a friend and your ex? So what if you chose your ex because you secretly missed him and needed an excuse to see him? He took the bait, didn’t he?
“I do”
Wanderer’s eyes light up hearing your confession. He wasn’t all to sure about his hypothesis, but he was glad to hear it from your pretty lips. He caresses your cheek tenderly,
“You like me that much huh?”
“I do” you sigh,
“Cute”
Wanderer thinks he’s won back what he’s lost. What he’s been ruminating over for the past few months. He didn’t think it would be this easy, really.
“Is it a bad time to tell you I didn’t get rid of the spider?”
You eyes open wide and you sit up in an instant that you knock your forehead with his. Wanderer winces in pain as he holds onto it and chuckles when he looks at your face – it was drained of all colour now.
“Relax, it’s gone in the crack”
“Wanderer!” you almost shriek. The nerve he had to pretend to have let it go by opening the window, all for show. Wanderer smirks softly as he watches you frown. He crawls forwards and kisses you in attempt to calm you down. He knew more than anyone else how seriously you took this.
Your hatred for spiders was like no other.
“We can always seal the crack and let it die in there” he mumbles as he pulls away, a knowing smile already on his lips as he anticipated your huffy reaction. You scowl adorably,
“I don’t want a dead corpse in my walls!”
“I’m kidding” he pecks your lips and pushes you back so you lay down. He can’t help but adore the sight below him. Your brows furrowed, lips pouting. You were riled up again. To think you were so tired only moments ago, whining and crying about how you couldn’t take a single second more of him.
He leans down and savors your lips in his own, sucking onto your tongue and easing a small moan out of you.
“I guess I should stay the night, yeah? I can keep watch till it comes out.”
You nod your head innocently.
Who were you to deny such a kind offer? Your knight in shining armor may be cunning, but he wasn’t going to leave till he has done his service.
