#genshin impact ficlet

[nanaluvs]

"Diluc" His name on his lips should have felt foreign for he had not met the man for a good decade. But it felt familiar. It felt home

"Thoma" The red-haired man smiled a genuine smile, the one that eased years of tension between the muscles of his face and made him appear more youthful. The smile that only Thoma had the privilege of witnessing

A gentle breeze caressed it's fingers inside the now empty cavern, for Lord Barbados was the ever-romantic who wanted to witness the reunion of two yearning hearts

On the other side of Teyvat, a kitsune jumped off the railing from the Kamisato estate. For a mourning heart was in her place, soothing it's wounds under the moonlight

#genshin impact #genshin impact hcs #genshin impact fic #genshin impact ficlet #genshin impact thoma #thoma #genshin impact diluc #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #genshin impact ayato #ayato #kamisato ayato #thomaluc #thomato

[peonysgreenhouse]

hunt you down. (arlecchino x reader)

summary: you should've known she would find you here. (gn!reader x arlecchino, possessive arle)

forest ranger log #176

tonight, all is quiet. which frightens me a little, not even the chirping on insects can be heard from my post. i have patrolled the entire perimeter, and nothing seems out of place, but i can’t help but worry…

your seelie illuminates your notebook. it was the only source of light besides the few stars that were able to peek through the jungle canopy. the camp was not too far back, and though you had another hour until your shift ended, you feel it would be best to return. the silence of the forest told you all you needed to know.

tighnari has always taught you to trust your instincts, after all.

you knew the way back to your post well by now; it took longer in the dark but the uneasiness building in your chest quickens your usual pace.

and then the sound of footsteps breaks the quiet. heavy and slow, whoever it was that was behind you wanted you to know they were there. you clutch the hilt of your sword tight.

“found you.” the voice whispers, so close to your ear you could feel their breath. you draw your sword, reeling back and nearly tripping over the roots of a tree. she laughs, and it’s then you knew exactly who you were dealing with.

“arlecchino.” you breathe out, hands trembling as you hold your sword out in front of you.

“did you really think you could hide from me, dove?” you shiver at her low voice.

you couldn’t fight her. the battle would be lost before you made your first swing. running was not an option either, she would find you wherever you went. she steps forward, pushing close enough to where the only thing between you two was your sword.

in the dim glow of your seelie, she’s as handsome as death itself. the knave grips your chin in one hand, making sure you would not run.

perhaps a few years ago you would be happy to see your old lover so suddenly, but now you knew the cruelty she was capable of. in that time, you’ve pondered over the relationship you both once had.

were you a mere trophy for her to possess? something pretty she could dangle over the other harbingers heads? a perfect doll for her to marionette?

“the tsaritsa will not miss me.” you clench your teeth, trying your best to not fold underneath her. “i was easily replaced.”

you’re still not sure. you knew you loved her but…

“the tsaritsa…” the barely contained rage in her eyes bubbles over, and her grip on your chin tightens just enough to hurt. “for you to even mention another when i came all the way here to retrieve you.”

“you do not belong to the fatui, nor the tsaritsa. you belong to me.”

#arlecchino #arlecchino x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #gi imagines #gi x reader #ficlet #imagine #x reader

[chisel-light-mirror]

honestly i don't think that haitham really argues that much naturally with kaveh.

sure, he has a lot of confidence in himself, and yes he's very smart and doesn't fail to point out how others are wrong. but he doesn't seem like the type of person who would willingly argue with others when he deems other people's interactions rarely useful to him.

haitham is about efficiency. haitham is not about caring about other people's opinions, even if they are extremely incorrect.

given the light of the leaks, this only furthers my opinions about this, that haitham argues with kaveh not because they don't see eye to eye (kaveh is one of the few people who haitham deems his equal. there is no doubt in his eyes that kaveh is a smart and capable person, even if they have different thought patterns and ways of dealing with things.) but because kaveh rarely has an outlet for letting out his negative emotions.

kaveh bottles up all his feelings, thinking that no one around him should see him when he's upset or angry, but it only makes it worse. having an outlet is better for him, especially when he can't find one normally, his friends too emotionally far from him due to his trauma, and no family around him.

and thus, haitham purposely starting an argument, over something tiny and miniscule he really doesn't care about, stinging only enough to where kaveh is biting back, all his suppressed emotions surging forth and snapping at full force, because where else is he going to put these emotions?

haitham doesn't care. honestly, he's glad to see that the faux happy architect is finally showing his emotions, and knows him well enough that he's not serious about what he's saying when his feathers are ruffled up, just upset and hurt from literally everything other than this tiny disagreement.

and, yeah, kaveh feels horrible for fighting with haitham like that, getting flashbacks from when he had that awful fight that almost (?) made their friendship entirely break apart, but haitham, unlike that time, is pretending like nothing happened. in fact, he even silently makes coffee for him the next morning, leaving a baffled kaveh standing in the kitchen, wondering when haitham had memorized exactly how he likes his morning coffee.

and it happens again, this time over kaveh going to the bar again, just outside the door, haitham biting one of his sore spots, and then kaveh nipping back just as hard, except it rolls off of haitham like oil in water.

it isn't until months later that people have commented on how often he bickers with his (ex?) friend that he realizes what haitham is subtly doing.

at this point, it's second nature for them to bicker over tiny things, like who did the dishes last or who left a stray book where, but surprisingly, sometimes kaveh stops for a second when he realizes that haitham is leading the conversation where he wants it to go, egging kaveh to snap and bite back, and feels a rush of warmth into his chest.

after every morning they had a disagreement, there's a mug of coffee on the table waiting for kaveh. it has to be for kaveh, because haitham only drinks tea.

kaveh wonders how long it's been since someone has genuinely cared about him in a way like this, so quietly yet powerfully.

the next morning he finds his favorite pastry sitting next to his coffee mug.

#kaveh #alhaitham #genshin impact #ficlet #kavaitham #kavetham #haikaveh #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff

[marragurl]

ICE UMBRELLA

LISTEN. TO. ME.

ICE

UMBRELLA

WRIOTHESLEY MAKING AN ICE UMBRELLA FOR NEUVILLETTE

SHUT UP - NO - I CAN’T -

This thought just hit me and I am writing this out of pure mania at like 2 am

We all know that the rain brings comfort to Neuvillette but is also a metaphor for his emotions yea? And everyone and their great-grandmother knows about the Umbrella Scene™ between Wriolette, I DON’T NEED TO EXPLAIN IT AGAIN-

SO PICTURE THIS

Pre- or Post- relationship, doesn’t matter, but Wriothesley knows about Neuviellete’s relationship with the rain, and how he can be found standing in it after long, difficult days in the court, but never really finds the rain itself to be a bother.

Now, he came up to see Neuvillete a bit last minute, a bit of a spontaneous choice for that day. He gets to the Opera Epiclese to try and catch Neuvillette after work before he heads back to his office. However, he’s not there, even though Wriothesley knows that the day’s trial has long gone overtime and it is nighttime already.

And then suddenly, it starts raining outside.

Aight, Wriothesley knows the drill by now, and he’s ready to get his umbrella and go out to find Neuvillette - except, drat.

He forgot it.

He can see Neuvillette’s silhouette in the dark outside, he knows where to look after so many times of this happening.

But Wriothesley didn’t get to his current position of power without some creativity on his end, a forgotten umbrella wasn’t about to stop him from reaching Neuvillette.

Cut to Neuvillette just outside in the rain, lost in his thoughts. It was a long hard trial, another gruesome showing of humanity, and he’s just trying to get his bearings under the rain.

He’s lost in thought enough to not hear the heavy boots coming up behind him, but not enough that he isn’t brought back to reality once he realizes he can’t feel the rain anymore.

It’s familiar to him, he’s gotten used to Wriothesley finding him in the rain and providing shelter with an umbrella. He finds comfort in the action, and so he turns around to once again politely thank him, even if he was perfectly fine in the rain unlike humans. He stops though when he sees Wriothesley holding what seems like a frozen handle of ice.

He follows it up only to see the thinnest layer of ice connecting it and forming a delicate canopy over the pair.

He can see the faint swirls of frost patterns at the top, as well as still see the raindrops forming and sliding off the edges.

A beautiful umbrella made of ice is above them, sheltering them from the rain yet still allowing Neuvillette to enjoy the weather.

The rain clouds cover just enough of the sky for it to be dark while they also stand quite away from the Opera to be out of the light. It’s not the same sort of privacy as Wriothesley’s usual dark umbrella, but there’s something enchanting in being able to see the rain from above as light bits of snow fall off from the edges of the umbrella, surrounding them in a different barrier from the outside world.

They spend a while in comfortable silence under the umbrella, taking in the sound of nature as the rest of the world seems to fall away.

Idk wtf just happened. I blinked and suddenly this was all written.

I JUST WANTED TO RANT ABOUT HOW PRETTY AND THOUGHTFUL IT WOULD BE IF WRIOTHESLEY ACTUALLY USED HIS POWERS FOR A PRETTY ICE UMBRELLA, I DIDN’T MEAN TO WRITE A FICLET!!

I guess if we’re here-

I just like the idea of Wriothesley still wanting to keep Neuvillette company in the rain, but he’s still a human who can catch a cold under the rain. But he also knows Neuvillette likes the rain and the cold, so he makes an umbrella made of thin ice, so it still allows Neuvillette to feel the cold and see the rain while keeping Wriothesley dry (AND I’M A SUCKER FOR WATER AND ICE PAIRS USING THEIR POWERS TOGETHER. NEUVI AND WRIO DANCING ON WATER WHILE WRIO MAKES ICE FLOORS AND NEUVI MAKES PRETTY WATER MOVES AROUND THEM??? YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS)

Give me Wriothesley and Neuvillette using their powers to be thoughtful of each other while still keeping their boundaries, give me loving verbal AND non-verbal communication showing how well they know and care for each other!

#genshin impact #wriolette #wriothesley #neuvillette #wriothesley genshin #neuvillette genshin #ficlet #writing #ICE UMBRELLA #SEE MY VISION #PLZ #I NEED MORE ART OF WRIOLETTE USING THEIR POWERS TOGETHER #HYDRO AND CRYO DUO #i need more #everyday I wake up and go: is this the day I stop thinking about wriolette? #the answer is no

[yllirya]

of Wriothesley's wordless love

Before they are together and even after, there are many things that Wriothesley does - and he only thinks that Neuvillette doesn't notice. The Judge appreciates the signs of his affection deeply.

When they hug or pull the other into a passing embrace, often, Wriothesley is not letting go in time.

There's one moment when he's still holding him - and how could Neuvillette not notice? Even if he extends his embrace, Wriothesley lets him go just that one moment later.

The Duke has dry but good humour that is saved for selected ears. Neuvillette takes a notion of how Wriothesley looks his way - secretively - every time he says something funny. As if his reaction would matter the most, even if someone else is present too.

It's not apparent at first, but Wriothesley leaves many open questions that can prompt Neuvillette to say something small about himself. He never has to. But the option is offered and if he shares even a small detail, Wriothesley always listens and reacts.

Neuvillette learns of small things Wriothesley does - mundane and easy yet it affects him in a positive way. It's the small motions and actions of care the Duke commits as if they'd be the most natural things to do. For him, maybe, these are.

It wasn't said between them how Neuvillette likes gentle fingers brushing through his hair and petting the back of his head at one specific spot. But Wriothesley knows where and how to touch him - let it be kind affection or something more.

When they are together at night, in the other's embrace, and the Duke does something Neuvillette likes but has never told him, he whispers, "I love you too."

It takes one moment for Wriothesley before he smiles and kisses him with the same affection that is in his actions.

#genshin impact #wriothesley #neuvillette #wriolette #drabble from twitter but why not share here as well #fluff #i'm not over how disgustingly healthy they are #i'm up for writing small ficlets and/or sharing hcs - send me an ask if you're interested!

[alieinthemorning]

Pragma [Furina]

Content: Genshin Impact Version 4.2 Masquerade of the Guilty Spoilers, Kingdom Hearts III Spoilers, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft

Pronouns: None

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don't forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

This work's concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

You have always had sensitive hearing. And yet, despite the seriousness of the situation surrounding you—You could hear the faint sound of song. A finale of bittersweet release.  And then you felt the urge to dance—to join her on the stage.

You disregarded those around you, disregarded the violent waters that threatened to consume all of Fontaine. All of that disappeared as your dance partner began the final dance of this half a millennium masquerade.

You followed in step, completely in tune with her. You tasted the sweetness of her sacrifice. And the sourness—your hand shot out, unable to reach what was just ahead—of her death. You did not cry. You smiled, just as she had.

And as the song reached its climax, you found yourself ascending the steps of her throne, joined by the beautiful remnants of your dance partner. The remnants reached her before you, but you could still hear the whispers.

"Thank you, Furina. For all you've done. From this moment on, please live happily as a human. Just as I wished we could."

Then as you yourself reached her, you dropped to one knee grabbing her right hand, allowing your lips to just barely brushing against the fabric as you whispered your own words to her.

"What an outstanding performance, Furina. Your time in the spotlight is now complete. Let the rest of the actors finish this tragedy, and when you open your eyes next—the dawn of a new day will come to greet you. And finally, you will be able to take your final bow and receive your roses and standing ovation."

When you opened your eyes, you found that hers were still filled with a pour of tears. Tears that you didn't dare wipe away. After five hundred years of keeping the secrets of an Archon's love, she should be allowed the freedom to finally let it all out. No matter how silent she sounded.

You turned to look back at the spot where Neuvillette, the Traveler and Paimon had been, now gone to take on the All-Devouring Narwhal. Your gaze then flickered toward where the others had been, they too had left. You assumed that they had left to help deal with the storm of sin.

You smiled, turning back to her as you leaned against the balcony's railing.

"Shall I tell you a story, Furina?"

You told her the story of another prophecy—of a boy of light and an old man of darkness. You told her how that boy played into the played into the hands of prophecy even at the very end. The prophecy being conducted by the old man, who had actually been a victim of prophecy himself.

And yet, despite the old man conceding and the darkness receding. There was always a sacrifice that needed collection.  The boy had scarified his life for that of his friends, and although he was a bit frightened, he was still okay with the outcome. Because he knew—

"They can take your world. They can take your heart. Cut you loose from all you know. But if it's your fate... then every step forward will always be a step closer to home."

He knew he would return home one day, no mater what.

"So did she, so will I and so will you, Furina."

There will always be those waiting for us with a smile on their face.

When Furina had finally gained the courage to lay eyes on her ruined kingdom, she was quite surprise to see that her people were not dissolved into the waters, bringing the waves of the torment as their final verdict as they plunged her beneath the waters to dissolve in her death sentence.

No, what she saw was quite different from that.

"The prophecy was—" Furina threw a hand up to shield her eyes from the sudden ray of light. And when she removed it, she found you in the sunbeam's place.

"Good morning, Furina." You presented her a hand.

She gave a watery smile, giving you her right hand.

"Yes, it is a good morning indeed."

Furina found you sometime later, telling you that she was going to embark on a journey.

You knew this was to come, so you simply smiled at her, presenting her with a Lakelight Lily.

Neither of you said the usual parting words, already knowing them by heart. Furina did surprise you, however, by grabbing your left hand and pressed a petal-soft kiss to your knuckles. Then with a flourish only a true god could muster did she bow to you and leave with elegance.

You held your left hand to your heart, hoping to cherish its warmth as you waited for Furina's return.

Yeah, this whole AQ fucked me up real good. Highkey wished that Furina came after this version, just so that people could play it and have more time to save for her. Because, like, Furina is my absolute favorite character now. I love her so much (and as a writer/reader you know why this is actually a bad thing :3c ).

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#alie ficlets #genshin impact x reader #furina x reader #genshin 4.2 spoilers

[minhxiao]

from wangshu inn to the fleuve cendre xiao/aether | rating: G | 1.6k words Xiao reads of Aether's journey in Fontaine in The Steambird. He realizes that in Aether's absence, he's picked up the habit of collecting little pieces of him everywhere he goes.

Adeptus Xiao never used to keep track of the days of the week, but now he knows that it is a Sunday. 

And it is precisely because it’s a Sunday that he now stands before Verr Goldet’s desk, arms crossed and waiting at the earliest sliver of dawn.

“Morning, Adeptus Xiao,” Xiao can’t understand the hidden meaning in Verr’s smile, but lately he’s been wondering if she’s teasing him. “The courier came early today.” 

Xiao knows. He had heard him arrive just ten minutes ago to deliver the mail at the foot of the Inn. 

“Paper?” Xiao tries not to look too impatient. Wei meows and nudges her head along Xiao’s wrist and this time, he doesn’t flinch. 

Verr flashes him that unknowable smile again. She slides the freshly pressed newspaper across the counter before hiding a yawn with her palm. 

“Looks like he’s solved some cold case this time after getting roped into standing trial for that Fatui member,” Verr mumbles. “But well… that’s Aether for you.” 

Xiao snatches the latest edition of The Steambird from the counter, the paper crinkling in his hands. 

Washed Up Mysteries Brought to Light: Spina di Rosula Brings the Longstanding Serial Disappearances Case to a Close

 Golden Haired Traveler Unearths Key Evidence Amidst Trial

Xiao quickly skims the front page and that ever present anxiety in his chest loosens just a fraction. He releases his grip on the paper.

He’s alright. 

When Xiao turns the page, his eyes widen. The Steambird always included photos in their features, but every so often, when Aether did something big enough to make the headlines, they would sometimes include a photo of him. 

And this one did. 

It was a clandestine, but striking picture of him standing inside a large courthouse, speaking to a man sitting upon a high dais. Aether appears to be in the middle of a speech, his arm raised upright as he holds some kind of book in his left hand. His face looks uncharacteristically grave.

Even through the photo, Xiao catches the tired line of his body, the hard set of his brow. The adeptus’ heart aches with a restless worry. 

He stares at the photo long enough to bore holes in the paper. Verr clears her throat. 

“Was he injured?” Xiao asks bluntly because he can’t be bothered to slowly read through the flowery, sensationalist paragraphs right now. He would, later. He would read them over and over again until he’s committed the series of events to memory. But at present, Aether’s safety is his most immediate, pressing concern.

“I don’t believe so,” Verr blinks at him slowly. “All they said was that he rushed into the Opera House to deliver the key piece of evidence against the criminal behind this case. It was… really harrowing stuff.” 

Xiao frowns slightly at the ambiguous answer. He knows by now that the papers only cover the most noteworthy and relevant details to the story. But any number of unknown and unseen dangers could have happened behind the scenes. 

Xiao exhales through his nose. There is so much he may never know about Aether and his own lack of knowledge frustrates him.

“What is Spina di… Rosula?” Xiao points to the words. Verr peers over the counter.

“Hmm, like an organization of private investigators. They were the ones that Aether was working with on this case.”

“He is safe with them?” Xiao’s brows furrow. Verr’s expression softens into something unreadable as she gives a gentle sigh. 

He knows exactly what Verr is going to say but he wants to hear it again anyway.

“Aether is a very capable traveler, Xiao,” Verr says, as if she hasn’t told him this ever since he started reading the paper. “You don’t need to worry about him.” 

“… Right,” Xiao folds the paper neatly under his arm and nods to Verr. 

“Thank you, Verr,'' he turns to leave, but this time, Verr calls out to him before he can disappear.

Her voice is hesitant, “You could write to him, you know.” 

Xiao pauses, turning slowly. “Write?” 

Ver nods. “A letter. In the mail. I know he’d appreciate it.” 

The adeptus actually considers it, for the briefest of moments, before he gives a small scoff. How would you send a letter to someone without a home? And what could Xiao possibly tell Aether that would be of value to him in his journeys in distant, foreign lands?

Writing a letter would be useless. Xiao would hate to distract him from his duties. 

“No need.” 

***

Xiao is aware that he never used to be like this.  

He never read newspapers. He couldn’t have cared less about current affairs or the latest fashion trends in other nations. Up until a week ago, he didn’t even know the meaning of things like “pressing charges” or “court cases.” 

But now as he unfurls the latest Steambird in his chambers alongside his copy of the Updated Teyvat Idioms Dictionary, he wonders if his behavior is perhaps more than a mere idle fixation on Aether’s whereabouts and safety. 

In his chambers sits a stack of various newspaper cut-outs forming a timeline of Aether’s journey across Teyvat from the time that he first stepped foot off Liyue. Everything from the grandiose to the mundane― the traveler seemed to make headlines wherever he went, not that Xiao was particularly surprised. 

“... evidence dismantled the defendant's prior defense…” Xiao mumbles to himself. 

Once he’s finished thoroughly reading the article, he reads it again, then crosses his arms deep in thought. A sharp pang of admiration and pride warms his chest, alongside an uncomfortable, aching kind of pain. 

He picks up the page with Aether’s photo on it. 

It’s been two seasons since Xiao’s last seen him in person at the last Lantern Rite.

Before the traveler, Xiao never thought about things like seasons and dates and couriers and newspapers.

But he has never felt the pull of time and distance so strongly as when Aether leaves him. He finds his mind drifting in between his duties, conjuring up images of him meeting new people, seeing new sights. 

What is he doing right now? Xiao would wonder in the morning. Has he rested well? 

Is anything troubling him? At noon. Has he eaten? Is he safe? In the uneasy quiet of the night. 

Xiao would sometimes even find himself staring at the sunset and imagining Aether is watching the very same one, in some city far out of his reach. It seems that every waking hour, Aether finds his way into Xiao’s thoughts but all that he’s left with are scattered newspaper cutouts and stolen, eavesdropped conversations from passersby. 

Verr voice echoes in his head. You could write to him. 

If he wishes to hear from me, he’d call, a small part of Xiao thinks firmly. 

But Aether rarely calls Xiao’s name. 

“I don’t want to use you in that way… You are more to me than just a weapon, Xiao,” Aether had said. 

Xiao hadn’t understood it at the time, but now he’s deduced that Aether merely doesn’t want to trouble him―although that doesn’t make his absence feel any less total. 

All he can do is wait. And perhaps it is this waiting, though unbearably heavy at times, that has also colored Xiao’s world with meaning. Each day is now filled with the possibility of him everywhere and Xiao finds himself watching for a speck of gold in the distance.

He only wishes he were able to make sense of the strong tug inside his chest that threatens to steal his breath every time he sees Aether’s photo. Or the steady ache he feels when he sifts through his memories of Aether one by one like precious stones.

 It wasn’t pain, but the ghost of it. He sets the photo of Aether aside and turns away, feeling the feeling right now, in every pulse of his heart. 

Perhaps he should write a letter. Perhaps he shouldn’t. 

Regardless, until he sees him again, Xiao would wait. Someone like him had nothing but time, after all. 

***

The next morning, Verr Goldet spots a sheet of paper on her desk, the page filled top to bottom with loose handwriting. A letter, she realizes. For the Traveler.

Of course Adeptus Xiao would have no concept of secrecy and had simply left the open letter on her desk with the trust that she would send it to the right place. Verr smiles a little to herself, scanning briefly over the letter. She wonders how many tries it had taken the adeptus to write it properly before settling on the one before her now. 

It reads as follows: 

Aether,

I read of your deeds in Fontaine. 

Once, you referred to myself and my fellow Yaksha as “heroes” but to me, there seems no one else more fitting for such a title than you. You are admirable, honorable, and above all, kind. 

Lately I have taken to reading “The Steambird.” This is how I have come to know about your actions in other nations. I hope you do not mind.  As you know, engaging in mortal pastimes is new to me, but I have found the activity to be rewarding if only because it has made me feel a little closer to you. 

Although, I think that… I would much prefer hearing these stories from your own lips, in your own voice. 

I know well that you are adept and capable of fending for yourself but I still worry about the dangers you face. You have a habit of intentionally putting yourself in harm’s way. The stories in the paper can only tell me so much. Tell me that you are alright. 

And… if you have the time, I would love enjoy your company. Come and tell me about your time in Fontaine, I will listen. 

If you don’t have the time… I will wait.

Xiao

#ficlets #genshin ficlet #xiaoaether #aexiao #xiaother #genshin impact #fontaine #minific #might post to ao3 later cause this ended up longer than a drabble but idk

[wistfulwilds]

SETTING: you're an orphan apart of the hotel bouffes d'ete group. normally, you sleep with stuffed animals at night — something your siblings weren't aware of until they came looking for you. [ requested ]

RELATIONSHIPS: lynette & gn!reader, lyney & gn!reader, freminet & gn!reader

lynette pauses in your doorway, hands tucked in front of her while lavender eyes glance over the scene before her. she had no idea of your collection of plushes, though when lyney comes to see what the hold up is, she's quick to shoo him away so as to not disturb the scene.

standing there, the young woman is thoughtful. finally, she leaves to retrieve something.

when you wake up, you feel something warm and fuzzy moving on you. your first thought is one of your plushes came to life, which is debunked when you hear a soft meow. opening up sleep-filled eyes, your blurry vision sets sight on one of lynette's kittens crawling all over you.

you barely have time to process as lynette picks up the kitten by the middle to hold it, petting it.

"i won't tell lyney if you carry the cat food back home," she tells you, and you can feel your face paling as you manage a meek nod. your brother wouldn't let you hear the end of it.

lyney knows better than to barge into someone's room when they're sleeping — so, his entrance is quiet, one hand braced against the door frame while the other turns the doorknob and pushes the door open. leaning into the dark room, he spots your sleeping figure amongst a mountain of stuffed animals.

the sight makes him pull back with a thoughtful pause.

still, he had to get you up, so he does as he was instructed to do without much fuss. it's what happens after that makes you more embarrassed and exasperated he found out.

"ma puce," he calls out, holding up a plush from the stall he's at in the commercial district. "do you have this one yet? i can get it for you if you don't!"

you hold up a hand to block him from your vision, turning your body and beginning to walk away as the onlookers look between the famous magician and you. at your lack of response, lyney calls out and runs after you, lack of plush in hand.

"i was just teasing!" he says, huffing as he catches up. "i'll find one you don't have yet and get you one! it'll be a great trick!"

an "uh-huh" is only offered to sate him before he starts pouting.

[ * ma puce stands for my flea. it's a term of endearment that can be used for friends, lovers, and family. ]

freminet cracks open your door to look through the small opening, making sure he isn't overstepping anything going on. when he confirms you're just asleep, he finally pushes the door fully open as light from the hallway floods into a narrow opening that illuminates the scene in front of him.

you'd always shown interest in pers whenever he had it out, something that freminet had taken note of. upon seeing the mountain of plushes you've had hidden away in your room, he understands now why you were so drawn to his little penguin companion.

while he's an individual of little word, he is one of action.

closing the door to your bedroom, freminet sets off to work.

the next time you go to bed, you're thankful for a decent rest after a long day. kicking your feet up, you lay back, and your head collides with some sort of metallic object covered in a plush texture that is just similar enough to your plushes that it could be easy to miss.

when you fish the object out, you realize it's a lookalike of freminet's pers with a note attached to it.

the note is a fast read in small but recognizable handwriting: "please take care of it."

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #reader insert #genshin reader insert #gender neutral reader #platonic reader #lyney and lynette #genshin lyney #genshin lynette #fontaine siblings #genshin freminet #freminet #★ platonic // lynette & reader #★ platonic // lyney & reader #★ platonic // freminet & reader #ʚ “a process of elimination.” // request completed ɞ #ʚ “fallen leaves adorn my night.” // ficlet ɞ

[chickenparm]

for ficlet requests... any words to offer on a needy wanderer?? nearly pining but can't get close to admitting it...

maybe not SUPER needy, but i don't see him crumbling into despondency without being at least kind of standoffish about it first.

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Nahida frets over you as you sit on the edge of the infirmary bed. It’d been under her supervision you were hurt, on an errand she’d asked of you, so she felt obligated to see your recovery through to its resolution. Though the Bimarstan wasn’t going to ever breathe a word of complaint that the Dendro Archon herself was in their presence, it was causing a bit of distraction and the two of you had been ushered into a private room to keep the peace. 

“It will leave a scar, but time and patience will lessen its presence.” Nahida informs, wrapping the bandage around your forearm to keep the stitches from catching on anything. You nod dutifully, listening to her list out the steps you should take to ensure your health after such an injury. 

You’re glad everything was finished when the door opened and a silhouette stands there, nearly bristling with unspent energy. Neither of you need to address him to know who he is, and Nahida pats you kindly on the back of the hand before slipping past him out the door. 

And then you’re alone with the Wanderer, his lip twisted in an unusual expression as he takes in the sight of your arm cradled in your lap, wrapped in gauzy white bandages. 

The door swings shut behind him as he enters the room, reaching out without question to pick your arm up and look at it with narrowed eyes. Finally, he speaks, and his tone doesn’t quite match his body language. “You need to be more careful.”

“I didn’t choose to get caught up by that ambush.” You explain, giving your arm the briefest tug. He doesn’t let go, and you give up immediately as he holds it now with both hands, his thumb dragging along the skin where the bandage ends. “Mistakes happen, you know that.”

“Not to you. Don’t let them happen to you, or I’ll-” Wanderer pauses, taking a sharp inhale as he reconsiders what he was about to say. Averting his eyes and stubbornly gazing at your injured arm, he tries again. “You have people who care about you. To treat your wellbeing so carelessly is only going to… to hurt them, too.”

A little sound leaves you - a laugh, or maybe a sigh, but neither quite matter as he tries and fails to be subtle about approaching a topic that you’re not sure either of you are prepared to handle at the moment. But instead of dodging away from it, you use your uninjured hand to flick the brim of his hat back just a bit. 

Are his eyes a little more wet than usual? That can’t be. It must be the light playing tricks on you, or perhaps a bit of blood loss. Wanderer really must be in some sort of state, if he doesn’t even snap at you for messing with him like this. The muscles of his jaw work as he clenches his teeth, then gripes, “Just be more careful. I need you in one piece, that’s all.”

“Because I’m more useful that way?”

“...Yeah.”

#scaramouche #wanderer #genshin impact #req #request #fic #ficlet #fanfiction #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #gn!reader

[peonysgreenhouse]

presentable. (kaveh x reader)

summary: you help kaveh do his hair after he oversleeps.

tags: kaveh x gn!reader, just fluff!

You find him fast asleep at his architect's desk, neck craned at such an uncomfortable angle you wonder how long he had been awake before drifting off.

"Kaveh." You call, quietly, as not to startle him awake. When he doesn't stir, you creep closer, putting a hand on his shoulder and gently shaking him. "Kaveh, you have a meeting soon, you need to wake up."

When he wakes, he does so slowly, the middle of his sketch paper sticking to his cheek as he raises his head from the desk. He groans, blinking slowly against the light from the window, then tilts his head towards you.

Kaveh's face scrunches up when he does so, and it seems he notices two things at once. One, that his choice of nap location has smudged his precious work, and two that he now has a horrible pain in his neck. He groans once again and stands up, huffing.

"I can't believe I fell asleep like this!" He throws up his arms and starts rifling through his clothing chest. "I don't even remember being tired, it's like I finished the working drawings and then I passed out."

You look down at the top sheet and see what looks to be a floor plan, with lots of text in the margins and mathematic symbols you don't quite understand. It gives you a headache just looking at it.

"This is for the lighthouse renovations, right?"

"Right." He answers, shucking off his old shirt and putting a new one on. He shakes out his hair, and then turns to you. "Do you know what time it is? It's not past midday, is it?"

You figure you shouldn't mention how some of the graphite from his paper had imprinted on his cheek. "Ah, well, it's just a little past twelve."

Kaveh curses, striding angrily across the room into the bathroom, angrily muttering to himself. He curses again when he sees his reflection, and starts scrubbing at his face.

"I can do your hair, if you want." You offer, trying to keep him from catastrophizing further. Kaveh continues scrubbing until the pencil markings rub off onto his hands, then leans against the sink.

"...That would be nice." He says, quietly. "I'm already going to be late, might as well be presentable."

You laugh to yourself; you think that sleep-ruffled Kaveh was still more handsome than anyone else in Teyvat. You grab his wrist and tug him back to his architect desk so he could sit, and work on taking out the feathers, the hairpins, the braids in his hair.

Kaveh looks over his working drawings one last time, content to let you brush out his hair with your fingers. He tries not to shiver when you scratch lightly against his scalp.

"Do you want me to style it like you usually do?" You ask, starting to separate the strands for a braid.

Kaveh shrugs. "Whatever looks best. I trust you."

"So I can put it up?"

"Of course." Kaveh takes your hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly. "Like I said, I trust you."

Your heart flutters at his honesty; you feel you might never get used to it. You braid the small section you had started on and gather his hair into a ponytail. His hair had gotten long since you last messed with it.

You tie it off with a hairband, and move around him to brush his bangs out of his eyes. His cheeks pink at the contact.

"Handsome, as always." You say, content, as you stick his feather behind his ear. "You ready to go now?"

"I've decided that I need to change one little thing." He leans back in his chair, tilting his head back to look at you. Kaveh winces as it pulls the strain from earlier.

"Kaveh, you're already late." You playfully chide.

"I know, I know." He leans forward, grabbing a pencil and tapping it to his lips. "But I'm telling you this is going to be worth the extra minutes. If my employer is passionate about this project, they'll understand."

You sigh. You know in your heart that his employer would most likely not understand, but you couldn't tell him that. You can't help but admire his never-ending optimism for hoping that one day, he'd meet an employer who cared for the art of architecture as much as he did.

"I'll come and drag you out in fifteen, then, alright?"

Kaveh is already so engrossed in his work that you're sure he doesn't hear you. You shake your head, laughing, placing a quick kiss to his hair before leaving him to his work.

You said fifteen, but you'd give him twenty. Art can't be rushed but sometimes it needs to be nudged gently towards the finish line.

#kaveh #kaveh x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #gi kaveh #gi imagines #fluff #imagines #x reader #ficlet #repost !

[cocrante]

I can't stop thinking about the modern au where Haitham is invited to Kaveh's house to pose for him. He is initially embarrassed, feeling quite uncomfortable because he's at the painter's house who had depicted him naked months ago, and now he's even getting paid to pose, although Kaveh assured him that if he didn't feel like it, he could stay dressed, as all he cared about were his melancholic eyes. Terribly captivating and as dramatic as they were, one could easily drown in those green irises.

So, Haitham settles down where Kaveh instructs him, trying to put him at ease during the portrait, engaging in conversation and asking questions, smiling kindly at every response he gives. As the days go by, Haitham becomes increasingly attached to Kaveh, to the point of being irresistibly drawn to him. Kaveh is a handsome man, amiable and charming in his gestures and speech. Every movement he makes seems like a performance or a dance, and for Haitham, just feasting his eyes on that sight would be enough to intoxicate him with Kaveh's presence. As the days pass, Haitham finds himself visiting Kaveh's house more and more often, sometimes to pose and sometimes for

Eccetera, eccetera... :)

#📌 : wip #the art of seduction #kavetham #haikaveh #genshin impact #kaveh #al haitham #fanfiction #ficlet #genshin smut #genshin ficlet #soon on ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #genshin modern au #modern au

[dustofthedailylife]

Tbh I like the sagau where reader is just happy to be in the world and avoids everyone, just to live their life happily.

But this idea has been stuck in my head. Imagine as reader is dragged to the execution, a ruin guard charges at one of the characters. Reader manages to wiggle out of their grasp and take the blow.

Because I love angst I imagine the guard charging at Xiao, creator reader is tossed aside and the adapti and archons spotting the golden blood and reader's body goes limp.

Just as some of the healers rush the them they burst into a million golden crystals.

Not even moments later reader appears unharmed in a flash of lights. Just giving an awkward smile. "Huh I didn't think that would work"

While I haven't dabbled in SAGAU myself yet, I love the concept in general and have read a few fics here and there. This idea is fantastic.

Like, can you imagine how shocked Xiao would be?

Seeing the ruin guard charge at him, he is just about ready to dodge out of the way and deal the final blow. He is used to this so he could get rid of it efficiently. Practically a piece of cake for him.

He didn't calculate that you would jump between him and the ruin guard to shield him. In his stead, you're the one getting hit by its large hands which in turn fling you against a rock with a loud crack. Everyone present falls silent as they look in your direction.

I could imagine after Xiao's instincts kick in he would quickly deal with the ruin guard only to then rush over to your limp body. He would just slowly drop to his knees by your side, without ushering a word. His eyes blown wide in shock. In disbelief that you'd give yourself in order to save him. You may have been executed either way but he did not think you'd go in such a way.

The dawning realization of who you really are as everyone spots your blood and the turmoil that ensues as soon as your body bursts into a thousand crystals before ultimately appearing again unscathed as if nothing ever happened.

Everyone would reverently kneel down and bow their heads in front of you, ushering their sincere apologies.

#🍁 dust mail #🍁 garden visitor: anon #genshin impact #I was considering to make a full ficlet out of this #but I am not confident enough to write SAGAU (yet anyway... I won't say I'll never try) #but I love this brainrot and idea!! #thanks for sharing nonnie!! #🍁 dust brainrot #genshin sagau #genshin imagines #genshin brainrot #genshin x reader #xiao x reader

[yllirya]

Red Blanket

[wriolette drabble of a gifted red blanket. see the full drabble collection here]

After Wriothesley becomes the administrator of the Fortress, and Neuvillette gets closer to him (for official matters first), one day, the Judge gifts him a very soft, fluffy, red blanket. 

Neuvillette feels embarrassed but he explains – he feels after Wriothesley's hard days, this could be comfort.

He thinks it’s a silly action, but it was something like a winter bazaar in Fontaine. And when he strolled there on his way back to the Palais, his eyes got caught up on that blanket. 

At this point, Wriothesley is only the head of Meropide for a short time, and when he becomes that, Neuvillette helps him to settle the new arrangement with the overworld. He voted to trust him and put faith in the young man. As all prisoners stood behind him, it would have been a riot to remove him anyway, even if some governors would have wanted that. Anyhow, Wriothesley takes over Meropide, and Neuvillette offers him help to settle the correct paperwork regarding some changes - all by the laws.

They spend some time together but Wriothesley also has to make order by his gauntlets to shut down riots at their core. Neuvillette can see him halfway beaten up during their meetings, sometimes before Sigewinne could heal him. They never speak any of this.

Wriothesley always just shakes it off as if it'd be nothing. But Neuvillette wonders when he got comfort - even if only in the sense of having a good night's rest. Because not on the streets. Not in a cell in Meropide under the old regime.

So when Neuvillette sees that red blanket, he just can't help but think of Wriothesley and he buys it. Do humans gift blankets? He does not know. He keeps a straight face while Wriothesley opens it, and he gets a rather neutral "Thank you" in return.

It's many years later that Neuvillette learns Wriothesley cried himself to sleep that night, alone, wrapped up in the blanket – and that he still has it and never intends to throw it away, ever. For his next birthday, Neuvillette buys him a new one – and he gets a warm hug in return this time.

#wriolette #wriothesley #neuvillette #genshin impact #drabble #ficlet #crossposted on twt and ao3 drabblet collection #fluff #h/c

[silversnowblossom]

what if kaveh came back from the desert just a few days earlier? his project finishes ahead of schedule, so he decides to head back to sumeru city. he arrives on jnagarbha day, when everything goes down.

he returns to the akademiya, to the sight of alhaitham being arrested/escorted by the matra. and kaveh has zero context for any of this—

they're still in the akademiya, so alhaitham has to keep feigning unconsciousness (and, if it's a little less pretend then he'd like, well, he can't help it. it was a pretty hard hit he took after all, and his vision's still flickering, just a little). he can't afford to break the act now, lest everything fall to pieces—but oh, does he want to, especially when he sees the fear and horror and disbelief on kaveh's face upon being told that alhaitham's been exiled to aaru village.

again, kaveh has zero context for what is going on, doesn't know about the plan, doesn't know that alhaitham is faking things.

all he knows is that there's only one reason a scholar would be exiled to aaru village—

#alhaitham #kaveh #genshin impact #genshin #kavetham #fic ideas #ramblings #ficlet #drabble #like in canon he came back after everything was settled and he knew alhaitham was fine bc that's how he found him #but if he didn't have that assurance? i think kaveh would be much more rattled by how he could've lost alhaitham

[alieinthemorning]

Despite Everything [Kaveh]

Content: Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Polymory, Implied Alhaitham/Kaveh/Reader

Pronouns: None

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Despite everything, 

you stayed. 

He stared at you from across the table. Just watching as you ever so gracefully ate the meal your hands had skillfully put together. 

The prismatic glint of your rings, caught a stray sunbeam’s call which had his gaze fall to your hands. 

Those rings. 

Why had you accepted? 

Why didn’t you run like he had prepared for?

Why did he even propose?

Because it would go against who he is. 

Despite your answer, he refused to part from this world without confessing his feelings. 

And then…you said yes, you even cried. 

Embraced him, kissed him. 

Said that you—

“I love you, Kaveh.” Despite how soft you said it, your voice still easily reached him within the depths of his own thoughts. 

You paused for a moment, removing yourself from your seat and in a few strides stood in front of him. 

You raised a hand up, resting it gently against his cheek. “I’m so glad—rather, so thankful that you entered my life and allowed me—us to be a part of yours forever more, Kaveh. Thank you.”

That broke him. 

For so long he thought he did nothing but tear things apart. He was so scared of messing things up. Especially with his constant spats—he was sure that that would run you off, but you stayed. Despite the two of them and their flaws, you were here. Reminding him that he was a crucial part of your lives. One that you accepted and wished to share for the rest of your life.   

He wanted to say thank you, to say the comforting words back to you. To assure you that the feeling was mutual but—

The words caught in his throat that tightened. 

But even so, with the words trapped within him. 

You knew. 

And so easily wrapped him in your sweet embrace, and protected him from himself. 

And despite everything, 

you stayed. 

…

Behind you, someone had just returned home.

Despite everything,

he stayed. 

Alhaitham bullied me into making this poly.

And then he came home late, the bastard.

Oh! But speaking of coming home!

HE CAME HOME!

I ONLY NEED CYNO TO COMPLETLE THE POLUCULE!

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#alie ficlets #genshin x reader #kaveh x reader #alhaitham x kaveh x reader #genshin poly #genshin impact reader insert

[minhxiao]

the executioner’s execution―

a xiao poem on judgement, sin, forgiveness (inspired by fontaine act v)

#i just think that no matter how much aether's love changes him #there will always be a part of xiao that believes he is irredeemable #that no light will ever save him from the fate of his final judgement #drabble #poem #poetry #xiao #xiaoaether #aexiao #genshin impact #writing #genshin poetry #minh.fics #ficlets