#genshin love letter

[childeproof]

a letter to you . . .

my dear,

what’s this i hear about you heading off to fontaine? to many, the land of justice is a symbol of hope. however, the meaning of justice can easily be twisted and lost. just remember to exercise caution until i manage to make it there. i know, i know, first i showed up in inazuma and now i’m following you to fontaine— is it really so bad for me to want to keep tabs on you though? it’s only fair. as you continue to grow popularity through teyvat, i worry someone new may try to steal you away from me. it sounds selfish as i write it out but it’s the truth. i’d fight a million battles and wage a thousand wars if it meant you’d stay with me.

anyways, this letter is getting pretty long, isnt it? just remember to stay safe and don’t forget you have me. i can’t wait to see you again.

love,

your selfish boyfriend, ajax.

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[cujoceans]

a letter to you. . .

my love,

it's been unusually quiet in mondstadt as of late— not a single hilichurl attack. i suppose this is a good thing but.. i find it all to be very boring. day after day with nothing to do.. no cavalry to captain, no hilichurls to fight off, and no lover within my arms... never mind that. moving on, i hope you're doing well on your ventures. i know you'll never give up your lifestyle of adventure.. but do try to come home to mondstadt sometime soon. come home safe, alright? i'll be waiting for you with open arms.

sincerely yours,

kaeya a.

#(๑>ᴗ<๑) — mail for you! #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin #gi #genshin x reader #gi x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya gi #gi kaeya #genshin love letter #genshin f/o #genshin selfship #tldr: he misses you so please come home safe soon!! #feel free to send a response letter to my inbox that wld be cool

[pachimation]

happy birthday scara!! 🥳

can’t wait to see what you’ll do this year!

#genshin impact #wanderer #scaramouche #nahida #cant wait to add more people to this group!! #hhhghgh scaras birthday letters are so funny…….he’s so loved #my art

[anaxiphikia]

minors & ageless blogs dni. | wriothesley x fem!reader.

cw. ooc wrio? more common than u thinkies, so so so self indulgent, riding, semi-public sex, is this a breeding kink? /ref (wrap it b4 tappin it plz), daddy kink (ofc…), belly bulgeeee !! praise + petnames (good girl, baby)

notes. fixin’ the layout tmrw ew… oh excuse it not bein proofread yet too !! | tagging @yingsreverie bc dis came 2 my mind aftr ur post earlier n’ wrio babiez stick together ♡

“that’s it,” his voice is low, a heavy timbre that rumbles from his chest as his hot breath tickles the back of your neck, “that’s a good girl.”

there’s the embarrassing wet squelch of your bodies colliding as you give your first hesitant bounce on his lap. your legs straddle him, feeling his chest press against your back as he presses loving kisses to your shoulder blades. you’ve barely began your ministrations and yet your legs are crumbling beneath you, quivering as you raise your hips to slam them back down again.

“takin’ me so well tonight, huh?” WRIOTHESLEY chuckles, a large palm sliding from your waist upwards, following the curve of your side before he cups your breast in his hand, “so fuckin’ tight baby.”

secret meetings like this in his office were nothing new between the two of you. plenty of times had you found yourself visiting for a mere cup of tea shared in the company of your partner and yet ending up tucked underneath his mahogany desk, your pretty lipgloss coated lips wrapped around his length and a calloused hand buried in your hair.

numerous times had visitors questioned wriothesley’s questionably sized desk chair and wriothesley always uttered the same excuses with that coy grin of his; it was for comfortability, of course but you knew the truth - it meant that your body could fit snugly on his lap for a multitude of purposes.

“daddy—” there’s the faintest reflection of crystalline tears in the corner of your eyes when your hips slap down onto his, his tip pressing to your spongey spot like it has done thousands of times before. wriothesley knew your body well, after all, “s-so full—”

you’re babbling and it’s barely coherent, much to wriothesley’s amusement as his spare hand wanders over your belly, pressing hard onto the bulge that comes with every bounce of your smaller body. he clicks his tongue, his hand idly squeezing your breast before it returns to your waist and helps guide you. you’re losing your pace, faltering as you arch back against his broad chest, your head resting on his shoulder as you cry out.

“you’re doing such a good job, baby, you know that?” he groans close to your ear, feeling the way your walls tighten in response to his words. your hands blindly fumble to find his arms, his hands, any of him so that you can claw at his pale skin, leaving pretty red marks as you try to find purchase.

there’s a fluttering in your tummy that can only mean one thing, drawing out more harmonious moans from your swollen lips as wriothesley’s fingers trace over your sensitive clit, giving an exceptionally sharp thrust, “makin’ such a mess… gonna have to finish inside…”

it only takes a few powerful thrusts, wriothesley’s strong grip almost bruising your waist as he holds you down on his lap, his cock bottoming out as it twitches, filling your womb with hot, sticky seed as your walls clamp and milk him dry for what he’s worth. there’s a breathy chuckle from your partner, your overstimulated body shuddering as you finally relax back against him. your legs ache, spent once again from another simple “visit” to your boyfriend’s office.

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#— anaxi’s love letters #dis was just a thought.. wasn’t supposed to be too long either so i shortened (｡>﹏<) #anaxiphikia #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin impact smut #genshin wriothesley smut #wriothesley x reader smut #wriothesley smut #wriothesley x reader

[lovely-rubeum]

affirming word.

your first argument with al haitham is one you are sure you’ll never forget. not because of his piercing words and the cold way he stares back at you, but because of his desperate reassurance. the soft way he held you as apologies were uttered, and the gentle way he cared for every tear you shed.

a/n: waah this is my first fic on this account !! cheers ^^

w/c: ~1.5k

warnings: not proof read (im lazy my bad) mentions of arguments, insecurities. hurt/comfort

al haitham has been in maybe, one relationship before this one, you gather. there’s a certain coarseness to the way he approaches love and being in love with you that bleeds with lack of experience. it is not a slight against him, in fact, you’d consider it the furthest from that. you are honored to have been so cherished by someone who claims to not have time for trivial things. if al haitham is good at one thing, beyond mathematics or research or memorization, it is making you feel like you are not and will never be “trivial” to him. he remembers every date, he recalls every small detail, and he does everything he can, even in his busy schedule to make time for you. because you are the one he chose, and you are beyond his preconceptions about the usefulness and reason for “falling in love,” or other trifling activities.

so, when he calls you just that -- useless and pointless and trivial, it stings. and it stings for more than an hour, after the silence has settled in your shared living space and dinner has gone cold. it stings every time he looks at you, unable to control his cold and calculating frustration. even by the time said frustration is no longer directed at you but at himself for getting caught up -- for the escalation to petty insults rather than progress towards a natural solution. even as you both stand up and say you’re sorry for hurting each other and promise to listen and care. you are still left stinging. you ache all over, even as you lie in bed with him, his warm arms pulling your form close as you both whisper declarations of retreat, compromise, and love. you close your eyes and take in his scent, woody, almost a bit musky and just a twinge reminiscent of a well kept library. you would find solace here, but you cannot help but ache. your eyes sting with salt and self-admonishment as you sleep, feeling as though the two of you are left further apart than you were before.

it’s been several days now. the sounds of the bustling streets and the near silence of the akademia’s halls do nothing to comfort your still stirring heart. you see al haitham every day, you tell him you love him every day (because you do, and you’ll be damned before the aftermath of a finished argument tells you that you do not). he echoes the same, but still you think

trivial? were you nothing but pointless and foolish? did your beloved boyfriend, in times of distress, think of you as the very things he swore not to make you feel you were? it hurts to feel distant from him, but you’re sure he hasn’t noticed. in fact, you think it’s better that he hasn’t noticed. he’s a busy, busy man. and, really, he shouldn't be worried about something as frivolous as the way you feel about a pain that’s passed silently for days. you’ll get over it, because you’ve already talked and you love him and that should be enough.

but you forget, that al haitham, while not a fool, is foolishly in love with you. he is a man that gets what he needs and what he wants and when there are obstacles in his path he devises clear plans to avoid them. the only thing he would readily admit to making mistakes over is you. you and your smile that lights up his entire world, you and the way you care for him and challenge his mind in the most electrifying way. you who holds him as he sinks into the depths of his mind, and you who promises him eternity, irrational as that may be. so when you distance yourself, drowning in your own hurt, al haitham is planning. your wounds are like aching scars on his back. prickling with pain and a reminder of his failing, not to himself, but his failing to provide you with the world as you deserve. he sits in his office, stiff and cautious. what on earth could it be that has sent you away from him? what sort of thorns have coated your heart and how should he cut through them to get to you? 

you don’t think much of it, when you’re called into al haitham’s office today. you expect nothing more than an update about his findings. you’ll walk in, say hello, chat for a time until you realize you’ve veered off course and then you’ll depart with timid “i love you”s and you’ll stare into the silence as you hope for the short moment to lift your heart the way it had before it was wounded. you do not expect to see him staring anxiously at the door as you enter. you do not expect him to run a hand through his pretty gray hair and quietly ask you a question.

“could you lock the door?” you do, but you’re holding your breath. dread floods your veins and you cannot help but feel intimidated as he stands and approaches you. in an attempt to flee from your racing mind and heart, you change the subject.

“hi, dear. did you need something? i should have given you the report from—” you’re silenced by the worried look on his face. it’s a foreign expression, one where his shining, always focused eyes dart around you with a mixture of something like fear and hurt, and one where his built arms hang awkwardly at his sides as he figures out what to say first.

“there’s something wrong,” he starts. your breath hitches and you’re forced to break eye contact. al haitham frowns. “please don’t do that. please look at me.” the plea hurts your chest, but you can’t bring yourself to do just that. you try to wave it off.

“there’s nothing—” but the shake in your voice betrays you. he waits for you to open up. for you to take the first step, because your comfort is his priority, but you can tell with the tension in the air that he will cut through if you do not. al haitham gets what he needs, and what he needs more than life is your happiness. you’re sure of that now, as you look back at his expression, endlessly full of concern for you. you can’t bring yourself to lie anymore. “okay, maybe there is something.”

“may i inquire?” he says it so timidly you’d think he’s another person. you can’t stop yourself from sighing. 

“i just… it’s stupid. i don’t think it’s worth making a big deal. i’ll be over it soon.” the deadpan look on his face says otherwise.

“you have been… apart from your usual self. for longer than three nights. i’m worried about you.” al haitham’s admission is shaking, but resolute. his soothing voice quakes just the slightest bit, but he refuses to back down. you cave at his look, just as you always do.

“i‘m just… still hurt. over what you said, when we argued? i didn’t want you to feel bad since we already moved on from the problem but i keep thinking about it and hearing it in my head. you called me trivial.” al haitham pauses, as if recounting the event. you continue. “i know you probably didn’t mean it, but i can’t help but think that maybe…”

“stop,” he says with a gentleness reserved only for you. he places his hands gently on your shoulders while silently asking for permission in his gaze to pull you close. you nod, and suddenly his hand is patting the back of your head softly, as if you’re the most cherished being in the universe itself.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” you feel your eyes welling up with tears as he holds you close and admits fault. he pulls away slightly, but only to dry your tears with his thumb.

“you are everything to me. and it was only foolish of me to have allowed things to progress to this point. i would move mountains and slay the worst of foes just to see you happy. i have taken away part of your smile, even for a second. and for that i am so sorry.”

there is a tenderness in his eyes. you couldn’t imagine a more beautiful expression if you tried, and it is then that you realize he is not used to wearing this expression. he is clumsy in the way he squeezes you, and although he is intelligent, he is also inept in maintaining his usual aloofness as he reassures you that you will never be a waste of his time. it is then too, that you notice the fear squandering his composure as he promises to love you for what may be the millionth time.

you relax and while you cry in his arms, you allow al haitham’s affirming word into your heart, never to be shaken again.

#al haitam x reader #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham x reader #al haitham genshin #al haitham fluff #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact hurt/comfort #he's kinda been living in my brain the past few days tbh #al haitham come be my math tutor challenge #unrelated to the fic. i just wanted to say #rue's love letters

[cspcrashing]

⚖️: it's been a year since, hasn't it ? … time moves fast.

🌱: is that your way of saying you can't get enough of my company ?

⚖️: heh. do you need my attention this badly ?

🌱: how can i, when you spoil me so ?

… sleep, general. we will still be here tomorrow.

#genshin impact #genshin impact fanart #genshin fanart #haino #cytham #cyhaino #cyno #alhaitham #OOOOOOOH MY GOD #HAPPY EXTREMELY BELATED 3.1 ANNIVERSARY #SOBS #I HAD TO MAKE THIS I HOPE EVERYONE GETS A LITTLE EMOTIONAL OVER IT #TO MY FAVOURITE SMART IDIOTS #this is my own little love letter to them they are very dear to me

[utahimeow]

i think wrio has a cryo vision (? I've never played lmao) and im just imagining temperature play w him ..

cw — nsfw content. minors dni. temperature play, fingering, handcuffs, nickname ‘princess’

there’s mischief swimming in wriothesley’s crystal eyes.

it’s contagious—you can’t help the giddiness that flutters in your stomach as he locks your wrists behind your back with his handcuffs. perhaps it’s nerves.

“i’m gonna try something,” he says, voice gravelly, as his massive, scarred hands spread your thighs apart. “that okay?”

you swallow hard, but you nod your head. the curiosity eats away at you, a million ideas scattering about in your head. is he gonna blindfold you? plug you up? what if he starts speaking in a weird voice? starts roleplaying?

the pad of his finger on your clit makes you suck in a sharp breath of air. he circles slowly, teases you, until you’re bucking your hips and he’s baring his fangs at you in a mean grin.

he prods at your opening where there’s an embarrassing amount of slick drooling from you already, like you’re begging for him. he slides just the very tip of his ring finger inside, no more, and you squirm, a greedy attempt to swallow more of him.

“wriothesley,” you whine. “thought you said you were gonna try something new.”

he doesn’t say anything, just quirks an eyebrow, and suddenly his finger becomes ice. he presses his entire digit inside you and you’re squealing, a shiver racking your entire body as the cold spreads like fire throughout your entire body. you try to press your thighs together but wriothesley is far stronger, and he keeps them apart.

“f-fuck,” you yelp, eyes rolling into the back of your head when he curls his icy finger upwards, making you jolt.

“how does it feel, princess? tell me.”

“c-cold,” you whimper, to which he chuckles.

he fucks his finger in and out of you slowly, letting his cold skin drag over every inch of your warm, gummy walls. it’s like torture—your stomach coils with pleasure, but you’re squirming away from his icy touch, but you want more, but it’s too cold.

wriothesley slips a second frigid finger inside you, and your moans never stop—they’re so thick and so long and so cold.

“wr-wriothesley, please,” you say, gasping as he thrusts them in and out of you with increasing vigour. “wanna cum.”

“feels that good, huh?” he teases, keeping your legs pried apart with his huge hand, never relenting despite how you rut your hips with every one of his movements.

“y-yes, ugh,” you whine, the handcuffs jingling behind your back as your lover brings you closer and closer to your climax. your essence drips down his wrist and he licks his lips at the sight, growing tight in his own pants from the way you throw your head back and writhe in pleasure.

“cum for me,” he coaxes, angling his wrist so that his fingers can sink even further inside your pussy, can press against your sweet spot even harder, can make your stomach finally erupt with white hot pleasure that has you arching your back and crying out his name with bliss.

later, when he unlocks the cuffs and takes them off your wrists, the first thing you do is smack his bare chest.

“next time, i’m gonna handcuff you and stick a hot iron up your ass. as revenge,” you bark. wriothesley bursts out laughing as he massages your wrists.

“oh yeah? look me in my eyes and tell me you didn’t like it.”

he pauses, eyes locked upon your face. he waits. and waits.

times like this make you wish you were a better liar.

#wriothesley smut #wriothesley x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #꒰ secret admirers. ꒱ #꒰ love letters. ꒱ #꒰ lovers. ꒱ — wriothesley

[cocomi]

LOVE LETTER.

cw: based on a rant i had in my notes😭, starts out a lil hateful in the beginning

you find a letter, tucked neatly with the stack of mail on the counter. it had your name written in cursive on it, so you open it, (obviously)

[name],

you're an idiot. you're a big idiot.

and i hate that about you.

i hate that you think you can't confide it me, i hate that you think you aren't pretty or handsome enough, i hate that you don't think you're worth it.

i hate that you chase after these people who don't treat you how you should be treated.

i hate that you think you're not worthy of love because of those people.

because i love you.

i love the way you laugh, the way you talk. the way your smile seems to radiate like the sun and shine bright even in the darkest of rooms.

i love the way you're unthinkably you, the way you dress, how you present yourself, the way you comfortably gaze at people even when you're not interested in whatever they're saying because you want them to feel heard and listened to.

i love you.

the letter wasn't signed, but you had an idea of who it was from:

AYATO, heizou, DILUC, neuvillette, wirothesely, TIGHNARI, ALHAITHAM, + your favs !!

a/n: DONT GET MAD! i'm still working on endings for my tighnari fic.. and my brain isn't coming up with any so... but yea hope u enjoyed🙏🏾🫶🏾

#!! [ ꕥ ] watatsumi island chronicles #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #love letters #genshin imagines #imagines #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #neuvilette x reader #neuvillette #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #heizou #shikanoin heizou #heizou x reader #genshin diluc #diluc x you

[inkkill]

Still thinking about kaveh’s birthday letter ☕️

#alhaitham #alhaitham fanart #kaveh #kaveh fanart #haikaveh #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact fanart #art #traditional art #digital art #I love their bday letters so much….this was so fun to imagine ahh #think of these as photos mehrak took while they were sampling coffee

[yaekiss]

#Mailroom Open!- Hello, I would like to request a love letter for Alhaitham. NSFW and Yandere response please, and any pet names work but if you could use Habib that would be great 💖 (I hope I did this right)

_______________________

"To my favorite feeble scholar,

I hope this letter is finding you well! I have arrived safely in Fontaine and haven't known a moment of peace since I have arrived. The chaotic cocktail of getting settled into a new city, preparing for this research project, and missing home makes me yearn for the simpler times spent in Sumeru.

Especially my time spent with you.

Thats enough of my lamenting, how fare things with you back home? Have you finally shaken the title of acting Grand Sage yet? Is Kaveh being too much of a "menace"? (Also, please let him know his mother says hello and sends her best wishes to you both). Regardless, I hope you are taking care yourself. Archons know I can't ensure you are eating well while I'm nations away. I will just have to trust that you are treating yourself with the same kindness I would extend to you.

On the topic of kindness, I have a gift for you attached to this letter. I know while I am here doing my research for the next six months we won't be able to have our usual meetings at Lambad's to discuss books over good food, but I hope these books will entertain you well during my absence.

I'm eagerly counting down the days until I can see you again. I find myself thinking of you often and it is a truly vexing experience to see you on whim like I would do so before. It makes the days seem to drag on even longer, but I pray time will fly by regardless of this.

-Sincerely, your wayward scholar

[In a simply decorated box, there are three books: one is on the topic on Fontaine's hydro transportation system and infrastructure, the second is about the complexities surrounding Fontaine's judicial system, and lastly is an infamous and popular erotica anthology from Fontaine (think the Karma sutra but French)]

꩜ Letter Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Yan! Sub! Alhaitham, Alhaitham calls you "habib", lightly implied abuse of power, unhealthy possessive and obsessive relationship from Alhaitham, mentions of sex toys, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ Delivery Notes: He tipped me extra and requested me to be extra careful with the delivery so I'll hand it over to you directly instead of leaving it at your door as per usual procedure! ꩜ Wanna write a love letter yourself? Check out it out here!

There’s a knock at your door when you’re relaxing in your room, opening it shows a hotel staff member who passes you a delivery. And it doesn’t take a genius to know it’s from your beloved feeble scholar.

Alhaitham sends you a simple package, nothing too gaudy or showy, just a few accents of turquoise to denote who the sender is. It’s secure and durable, perfect for weathering long and bumpy trips. 

When you open up the package, you find a few gifts he carefully arranged so that nothing would be broken if the contents were jostled around a little too hard. Gingerly, you lift out a lacquered box which reveals a set of headphones and a music player that’s almost identical to the one he owns. It rests in its cushioned groove in the box with the colours of the device matching your favourites instead of the shades of green on his set.

There’s a small note attached to the music player, “In case you ever miss me too much, you’ll have my voice as background noise for your moping, habib.” On the back of it, he’s written something akin to a track list. Flicking through the different audio files for a quick sample, you realise there’s one for every mood. Tracks with words of encouragement (...or as encouraging as someone like Alhaitham can get), ones scolding you for overworking. There’s even a really cute one where he softly hums a love song that both of you adore, his voice low and soothing. However, the best track of all might be the one where you get to hear his grunts and moans, as if he were right next to your ear in person. The sounds are so sinful and wet, you could just picture him grinding on his dildo, trying to reach his peak. And the way he pitifully breaths out a “I c-can’t cum witho- AH! -without you!” has you yearning for him yet again.

Taking the headphones off before you get too carried away, you retrieve his letter in the package. The envelope is the one from his Grand Sage office, not that he ever really uses them for work purposes. Inside it, his reply is written on parchment, the kind that’s provided for him due to his high position once again. His handwriting is as tidy as ever, the font and formatting standardised throughout the letter. His reply reads:

“Reply for: My springtime sublimity,

I was wondering when you were going to write back to me. After all, there’s no way you would’ve forgotten me in the midst of your research or from meeting someone new, right? Regardless, you have not left my mind since your departure and I’m sure it’s the same for you too habib. 

Do let me know if the gifts are to your liking. I’ve managed to recreate my headphones and they will definitely be useful in blocking out anyone else who might be getting on your nerves or when you’re trying to focus on your research. I included my latest read in the package as well. I'd like for us to discuss our thoughts on the book, even if it’ll have to be done over pen and paper. I’m eager to hear your thoughts on it.

There’s also no reason for me to answer whether I’ve managed to resign from my title as Grand Sage, as evident from the envelope and parchment used. I simply have an unfortunate one last thing to wrap up before I can do so.

Moving on, habib, you know Kaveh is always a menace. I relayed his mother’s well wishes to him earlier and he just smiled. Now he’s locked himself in his room. I never have any idea what’s in that mind of his. It’ll be a miracle if I don’t have to drag him out before he starves. Although I must ask, since when were you privy to Kaveh’s background? I don’t recall him bringing it up around us. Habib, just how close are you to him? How close has he gotten to you? Do write back to me and explain.

Now, this is where I must thank you for your gifts. They all have proven to be succinct and informative. However, I must comment on the choice of one of the books. My, I knew you were lewd before, but to send me an erotica anthology habib? Though, I never said I minded it. I am simply inspired, that's all. Perhaps, you should come back sooner and we can try some of the positions referenced in it. In the meantime, habib, I can only pleasure myself with toys, although, they’re nothing in comparison to you. I’m addicted to you, the caress of your hands on my skin, how only you can make me shudder and cry out your name. You have me wrapped around your finger.

I crave you desperately, habib. There are so many words I could use to describe you with my extensive vocabulary, but the most fitting one would be blossoming. You’ve managed to sow all these emotions in me and now that they’re blooming, you’ll take responsibility right? I’ve always been logical but the degree of affection I feel for you is irregular, all-encompassing and ever-growing. Almost as if you’re twisting the very essence of my mind, rotting and changing me from the inside out. It matches in a way, spring being the season of rebirth.

This letter has gotten too long, I will end it off here habib. I trust you will stay safe and return in one piece unharmed. I await your reply.

May your days be peaceful,

- Alhaitham -”

Setting his letter back in the package, you pick up the book he entrusted to you. Flipping through the pages, it’s littered with markings and annotations from the scribe, he even wrote some questions for you to ponder over. “What do you think about this point?” “Why would the author write this in?” But there are a few unrelated… unsettling annotations that you probably shouldn’t dwell on for too long such as, “Do you know just how much I miss you?” or “How were you able to corrupt my reason and rationality to this extent?” These annotations were left in here for a reason, Alhaitham is a smart man, a renowned member of the Haravatat. There’s a message behind his carefully selected words, waiting for you to unearth it before it festers and decays into something even worse.

Lastly, written neatly on the inside of the back cover, is a puzzling riddle, each word written in a different ancient script. After deciphering the question, an unpleasant awareness worms its way into your mind.

It reads, “Would you still extend your same kindness to me after realising what I would do for you?”

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[lightyagamifan]

a birthday surprise!

you and your friends from the akademiya decide to pull a birthday surprise for wanderer.

“He went this way,” one of your friends whispers amongst your huddled group.

The three of you begin hastily scrambling to the pointed direction, determined to not lose track of the man you searched for, crouching as much as you could in the shadows of the forest to prevent giving yourselves away. If it weren’t for the cake sitting on a silver platter being held clumsily by three people, you’d be racing there to see your crush in no time. It’s a miracle how the homemade sweet wasn’t dropped yet.

Ah, here’s your cue!

“Surprise!”

You and your friends hurried towards Wanderer, nearly stumbling (but surprisingly none of you fell) as you all carry a cake you all made for his special celebration. He sneers at it.

You all stared at him, looking for any other reaction, growing nervous as all of you awkwardly idled with the heavy dessert tray.

After what seemed to be an eon, Wanderer let out a quick exhale before falling into a deep laughter that he can’t seem to control. Besides your colleagues (who stood there in a state of shock), you laugh as well, believing that you finally managed to crack his shell after all these months of him being in the Akademiya.

“What? Is this a poor excuse of a joke?” He stopped himself, raising an eyebrow at you.

You were stunned. Surely, he enjoyed the surprise? Why did he seem annoyed? Ignoring your timidness, you composed yourself, and said the first witty response that came to mind. “Your birthday isn’t a joke.”

Your friends come to the rescue. One of them pitches in, “Yeah! We wanted to express our gratitude for you being in our lives.”

“And to show you that we’re happy to have met you! Even though you might think we’re a nuisance sometimes…” You scratch your head with your free hand nervously.

Now it was his turn to gawk at you. It was as if you said something that was completely alien to him, but you were confident in your answer because, well, it is true. You and your fellow peers never treat birthdays as something trivial to jest about.

You watch as Wanderer pulls the brim of his hat down, catching a slight tinge of blush on his cheeks before he turns his head away.

You thought it was so cute that it was too late when you found yourself stepping away from your friends (who jolted to hold the cake still) to gently squeeze Wanderer into a warm embrace. You honestly thought that he would’ve killed you by now, yet, he allows your presence to engulf his form for a passing moment.

You hear a somewhat grumble emit from your pressed shoulder.

“Idiots,” he says, this time with no malice nor venom, but with a soft tone.

Nonetheless, with all of your strength, you step back to nod to your friend group, in which you all decide to give it your one best go at a birthday chant. Everyone, besides the man himself, collectively shouted so loud that even the archon herself could hear.

“Happy birthday, Wanderer!”

#happy bday wanderer :] just something quickly written to celebrate the special day today #kinda like a love letter to his character overall #genshin impact #genshin #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #genshin x reader #wanderer x reader #wanderer x y/n #wanderer x you #also inspired by his bday message #scaramouche #scaramouche genshin impact #wanderer genshin

[whalemoo]

#remember when chiscara canonically wrote letters to each other #sent childe an aranara (and a cyclops balloon for teucer) #they got matching quills #chiscara #genshin impact #原神 #tartaglia #childe #ajax #scaramouche #wanderer #genshin #balladeer #scarachilde #タルスカ #i love being delusional #teucer

[cujoceans]

a letter to you. . .

hey!

yoimiya told me that the best way to get a message to you was by letter, so here it is, my special letter to you! i bet you're smiling right now as your reading this— i know i'd be glad to get a letter from the one and oni. i'm a bit of a bigshot in inazuma right now actually. i've won not one, not two, but three onikabuto battles so far! it may not sound like much, but i've gotten some cool prizes from winning. i know you're really really super busy with your adventures off in sumeru but maybe if you swing by inazuma, i could share my prizes with you! plus, we could hang out a bit— eat, talk, annoy ayato— you know, all the usual stuff we do! get back to me soon okay? you know i'm bad at waiting!

sincerely,

arataki itto, the one and oni!

#(๑>ᴗ<๑) — mail for you! #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin #gi #genshin x reader #gi x reader #arataki itto #itto #itto x reader #arataki itto x reader #itto gi #gi itto #genshin love letter #genshin f/o #genshin selfship #feel free to send a response letter to my inbox! chat with him!

[dottcre]

ok so like...

scholar!dottore (or ig zandik) and scholar!reader who go on a study date... but it ends up with reader riding zandik while reciting things they're supposed to be studying and if zandik doesn't remember something after a round, reader just strokes him teasingly (& doesn't let him cum) instead of riding him the next one ❤️

(i just love virgin/inexperienced dottore sm)

(ooh also!! can i be ☃️ anon 🤭 i have soo many ideas)

WAHAODFIHADIOF ok i have another scholar dottore ask in my inbox but i’m gonna. answer this one first bc you’re a new anon <33 AND OFC SWEETIE!! GLAD TO HAVE YOU HERE <3

gn!reader (you have a hole)

i’m so. brain going overdrive bc i have SO many scholar!dottore/zandik thoughts. if we’re talking virgin dott, i think it’d be reader promising to give him a treat (letting him fuck you) if he manages to study all the content you planned to that day, making him read out the texts and answer your questions as you slowly jerk him off, and everytime he answers correctly you speed up just a little. if he answers wrongly, you slow down instead, making him whine in frustration. he’s euphoric when you smile at him, cooing about how good and smart he was for you, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you spread your legs for him <3

#SCHOLAR DOTTORE MY BRAIN GOES INTO OVERDRIVE #oh my pre-evil fucked up man #i love him #i bet he was a loser #@ letter from a dove #@ from ☃️ anon ! #dottore #sub dottore #dottore smut #zandik #sub zandik #zandik smut #genshin #genshin impact #sub genshin #genshin smut

[ughscara]

to the ends of shattered realities and back.

|| traversing different times, meeting an individual after another who appeared the same yet was vastly different. your only objective is to kill him. but... would you really be able to? to spite the voice of ‘reason’ in your mind, or due to the familiarity that hovers in the air? you yourself aren't aware, but you embark on this journey regardless. to seek and find out.

a mini event celebrating 100 followers in which i assign a princess for each variation of the eccentric squad individually and, unsurprisingly, write a little something for them that'll be partially based on your first impression of each one from the brief synopsis ~

there are a total of three ‘intermissions’ for each character chosen except for a certain wanderer. all you have to do is send an ask of which one you wish to see and your first impression of them as stated above. i will respond with the actual result and my brief take on your impression of the one you chose :) note: you have to choose one of the bolded words.

event content warnings. this concept is heavily inspired by my favorite psychological meta-horror game titled ‘slay the princess’ — a lot of psychological horror elements, slight gore, obvious massive spoilers hidden in plain sight for not just everyone's lore here ( except 'nushi his is entirely summarized and written by me ) but for the routes i chose from the game as well.

close up banners used for this mini event ( as well as the full illustration used for the header ) are illustrated by the wonderful miko ( user mik0chn ) on twt and no i will not call it x.

event deadline: march 21st, 2024.

• to feel too much is to be hurt, and to feel too little is to waste one's being. there he remained; confined and hoping for someone, anyone, to let him out of the cage he's trapped in. a damsel in distress, he appeared too much like, even as he burned with ashes swept away by the wild wind.

• he was all, he was nothing. a faint melody lingering in the air, words spoken with unmoving lips as all he dawned on at the sight of his savior was a hollow smile. a gaze that was piercing yet reassuring, a smile that was soft yet sickening, and a presence that was upfront yet shielded. too much of a stranger, actions to that of a specter and perhaps; one's worst nightmare.

• stone walls were his cage, chained down to the wall like a prisoner, for he was a perceived world–ender. nonchalance and uncaringness were his strong suit, but to a being who was betrayed — the cunningness and calculated mind of a witch was present, and the drowned desire for revenge was all the more prevalent in every word uttered, every action done.

• hurt and betrayed, lost and shutout — he felt to the brim and it costed him a price, he felt too little; fixating on the desire for revenge only to realize he's stepped down to your level. alive once, dead in another, again and again and again... as thorns continued to cut deep into his flesh, heart shielded by walls too tall and tough to bring down, he'd meet your gaze. still hurting, betrayed, and lost.

#( ❀ ) ── the eccentric's love letters. #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kabukimono #kabukimono x reader #kuronushi #kuronushi x reader #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #wanderer #wanderer x reader

[sunnyvaiprion]

Take a picture!

#sunnyart #genshin impact #childe #lumine #chilumi #another one of my love letters to enkanomiya #my favourite one