Wanwan is my Princess

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...huh?? looks like you woke up from sleep walking...

before you lies the cosmic key [tags] and a manual [blog rules], looks like they're important.

you gaze up to observe the stars above...

⋆⭒˚.⋆ How cute~ ⋆⭒˚.⋆ Worst Excuse Ever! ⋆⭒˚.⋆ ⎯12. study buddy ⋆⭒˚.⋆

...maybe a constellation chart [masterlist] would be of help

already saw all stars here? perhaps there's more you can see from the neighboring planets [mooties]?

you snap a photo of them for your astronomy album [followers art/screenshots]... so many breathtaking scenes to behold

looking at the night sky made you sleepy, time to doze off again...

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request rules:

no male reader

no heavy angst

no smut/suggestive

no pregnancy

I write for adult female and male characters

no platonic reqs

i often see people depicting wanderer to be the more jealous one in the relationship and im curious about your take on the inverse

Jealousy, Jealousy｡⋆｡˚☽

Genshin Characters x jealous reader

Includes in this order -> Wanderer, Layla, Chiori, Cyno, Columbina, Lohen

a/n: I'm lowkey gonna add more characters to this

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Wanderer

He will notice faster than he lets on if you start acting off. He' very perceptive of your emotions because he cares a lot about you

Not the type to tease or make fun of you at all for being jealous

He has a history of abandonment and betrayal, so he understands your feelings a lot

Does secretly find it reassuring that you're afraid of losing him too. It makes him feel weird in a good way

He will bluntly say something like "You're really worried about them?"

His question is genuine, the concept of him even considering someone else when he already chose you is insane to him

Like he doesn't judge (partly because he also gets jealous sometimes even though he trusts you immensely) but he also knows that he's loyal to you

And he knows that you do trust him. He's done nothing to make you doubt him so he'll assume that it was either an outside cause or insecurity that caused you to feel that way

He will directly tell you that you have nothing to worry about because he's not interested in anyone else

If he weren't sure about you, you wouldn't be together in the first place

After that he will opt for non-verbal reassurance

Like he will definitely prioritize you (he already does, but even more-so), look to spend more time together even if it's just coexisting, go out of his way to do sweet things for you, etc.

He's terrible at initiating physical affection but he will do it if he thinks that it would help you

Imagine him hesitatingly asking if you want a hug

Will immediately agree if you ask for cuddles instead though

Don't call him out on being sweet, he will be embarrassed

Will try to subtly gauge your mood after a while, depending on whether you feel better or not he might bring back some of his sarcasm

NOT directed at your jealousy though, will never pick on something vulnerable

Loves you a lot and will try his best to reassure you

Layla

Will probably notice that something is off, even have a feeling of what it is, but doesn't want to jump to conclusions

Her own self-doubt makes her overly aware of other's feelings, but she also struggles to interpret stuff the right way

So she asks you directly. She cares so she wants to get to the bottom of this

If you admit that you were jealous she wouldn't know what to say at first

Someone caring about her this much is very blush inducing to her

Will be a little flustered but at the same time wants to reassure you as quick as possible

She's already the type to be really sweet to her partner and she will absolutely use this as an excuse to be even sweeter

Expect lots of affectionate words, she gets embarrassed saying them but she'll do it anyways

Also uses it as an excuse to nap and cuddle together

Chiori

Very straightforward once she notices that something up

Will ask you about it and will expect you to be honest. Her patience for unnecessary drama is thin

If you do lie she will give you one more chance to be honest by asking "are you sure?" but if you lie again then she'll lowkey just leave you be until you change your mind about lying or until you're over it

She's not one to press when you clearly don't want her to, and she will not blame you for wanting to avoid an emotional conversation, so she will trust you to handle yourself if you do go that route

Wonders if she did anything to make you feel like you can't confide in her and might bring that up in the future when your feelings have passed

Let's say you did open up though

She will take it seriously and will try to find out why you felt jealous

If the issue was a misunderstanding she'll clear it up and quickly move on, avoiding the same kinds of misunderstandings in the future by either reassuring you beforehand or just by communicating stuff better

If the jealousy stems from insecurity she'll definitely reassure you. She's very observant with her partners emotional needs

Has a habit of fixing problems at their source (not just in relationships, this is a general thing for her) so she might look more aloof than she feels

But she can be surprisingly affectionate when she realizes that you're upset so she's overall still pretty sweet. You can definitely tell that she cares

Cyno

It was because he was talking SO enthusiastically with this other person, you swear you've never seen his eyes shine this much (it was about a TCG Card)

Does NOT notice it on his own, he is way too dense

Because he doesn't realize the problem, he will accidentally make it worse

"Yes and not only is this person good at TCG, they also have the super rare card that I wanted to get for a while, they said they got it in a festival in Nod Krai, something about being forced to participate..."

Won't shut up about it

When you first tell him to please stop gushing about this person he looks at you in confusion

Gushing about this person?? In his mind he was gushing about TCG

Will apologize though, he would never make you intentionally sad and he really didn't mean to

Says that not even the best TCG player in the world would win his favor over you

Also he might have looked lively during the conversation about TCG with the other person, but it doesn't come close to how lively he looks with you sometimes (esp when you crack dad jokes like him)

Columbina

She will not notice for a while

If you start throwing hints, she will know that something is wrong, but not exactly what

It will randomly click for her

Imagine her tilting her head, asking "Are you jealous?" even though by then she already knows the answer

If you deny it she will just say "You are" and accept it as a fact. Once she knows, you can't fool her

If you do admit to being jealous she will lowkey be curious about it, asking you if you thought she'd leave you

She's not offended or accusatory or anything like that, just genuinely trying to understand so that she can best help you

Kinda giving therapy with her wordings

"What made you think that?"

Will reassure you by giving more affection, she'll lean on your shoulder and tell you that you worry too much in the calmest voice

Keeps this moment in mind and if you get jealous again in the future she'll point it out, but then also comfort you again

Lohen

Oh he WILL notice

And he thinks you're hot when jealous so he WILL make it worse on purpose

Usually he's the jealous and possessive one so he has to jealousymaxx you to make up for it

Leans in when hes talking with another person, smiles creepily charmingly, low voice, all that

To normal people it looks like he's threatening the other person. You're not normal and neither is he though, he is doing this on purpose.

He WANTS you to get mad at him

Has the most anticipating eyes when you angrily drag him away from the other person by his sleeve

Will absolutely tease

"Aww is my Darling jealous~?

"Stop calling me that and stop talking to that person"

"Stop calling you Darling or jealous?"

⎯2. golden feather keychain

You've been sitting in the library for hours, trying to memorise different kinds of plant families and their distinguishing features. At some point the names have started to blend together into a mush of latin syllables.

You huff in frustration when you get another name wrong, pinching the bridge of your nose. The quiet, yet persistent keyboard taps from other students are slowly driving you insane as your concentration keeps dwindling. What are they doing on their laptops anyways?

You take a look to your left. Ah, a literature student. You’ve heard enough of Xiao’s endless rants to know that whatever he’s working on is probably miserable.

You take a look to your right. There's the true culprit to the nonstop typing. Countless lines of code being written way too fast. You don't really understand any of it. Attractive hands though, if you say so yourself.

With another sigh you decide that your brain is done for today. No concentration left. Time to call it a day.

You languidly put your laptop and study supplies into your backpack⎯ black and subtle⎯ and stand up, slinging it over your shoulder. You're definitely taking a nap when you're back home.

The second you collapse on your bed and let out a long exhale though, something catches your eye. The keychain on the backpack sitting to your left. It's not yours.

You take a closer look at it. It's a golden feather, definitely not yours. So you open the bag, and to your annoyance there's not only your laptop and your study supplies, no, there's also a bunch of stuff that isn't yours. A black calendar, a bunch of cables, a notebook and a USB stick.

You stare at the contents. No matter how you put it, these perfectly tied cables are not yours.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me", you mutter, dragging a hand down your face.

You glance at the feather keychain again, wondering who it could belong to. It looks elegant and subtle, something that doesn't loudly demand you attention.

You fall backwards onto your bed with a groan. You really walked out of the library with the wrong backback. You passed people, took the bus home and at no point felt that something is off.

The person this belongs to is probably tearing the place apart looking for this.

And you're going to have to return it.

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summary⎯ They’re an iconic faceless streaming duo, adored by the internet for their chaotic dynamic, featuring lots of jokes, bickering, and charm. A bag swap in the local library makes them slowly become friends in real life, oblivious to the fact they’re already inseparable online.

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⎯12. study buddy

God, he’s so impatient. ‘Be ready at nine’, he said– like what sick individual would say this to a college student? You should report him for psychological warfare, but speedrunning your morning routine has priority.

You rush down the stairs of your apartment building, shoving the keys into your pocket while praying that Scara is still there, waiting and not too pissed. Once the front door closes behind you, you hear a car horn blare. Your head whips in the direction of the noise and, of course, it’s him. Sitting in the car, smug expression, knowing he embarrassed you.

You open the car door and sit on the passenger seat, saving your sarcastic comment since he’s doing you a huge favor today. “Hey”

Scara just shoots you a frown before starting the car. “You’re late.”

A guilty feeling starts to build up in your stomach when you see his tight face. He’s helping you and you kept him waiting. “I know… I’m really sorry, I’m not used to waking up this early… I didn’t mean to make you wait for me.”

Scara sighs softly, the tension on his face easing. “It’s okay, I’m not actually mad. Kinda expected it, to be honest.”

You shrink in your seat, a little embarrassed that he thinks of you like that, especially now that you proved him right.

He adds on. “Don’t be late again next time.”

“Next time???” You question, eyes wide, before you can even think about or process it.

His eyes widen slightly, and he doesn’t elaborate, eyes on the road. You decide not to say anything either, as to not make him snap at you again.

The two of you arrive at the café, which looks really cozy on the inside. Maybe this study session won’t be complete torture. You look around for a good spot. “Is this booth fine?”

“Yeah sure.”

You sit down and Scara hesitates for a few seconds before settling down next to you, leaving the seat in front of you empty. He takes out his laptop– that you see for the first time ever by the way since he ‘doesn’t need notes’ because note-taking is apparently beneath him– and the philosophy book your professor recommended. Following his lead, you put your notebook and your pen on the table.

Before you can start studying, a waitress approaches with a friendly smile. “Hello, what can I get you today?”

Scara gestures at you to go first. What a gentleman, consider yourself charmed.

Usually, you’d order a cup of cocoa, but you need some caffeine since someone made you get out of bed at this ungodly hour. “I’ll take a cappuccino, please”

“A black coffee for me” Either he’s really tired, or really tasteless.

Regardless, the two of you start studying. He opens something on his laptop –and wait… it’s the slides the professor doesn’t share?

You blink. How on earth does he have those? Did he sell his soul to the devil? Or to your beloved professor?

You lean over suspiciously.

“Where did you get those?”

He doesn’t even look up.

“I have my ways.”

Cryptic and stoic. Typical Scara behavior.

You don’t let it go easily.

“No, but seriously, where did you get them?”

Scara sighs, like you’re being unreasonable.

“My mom is a professor too. I made her ask for them. Now less talking about that and more studying”

Without any much-needed mental preparation for you, he starts out explaining all sorts of philosophy related things from the beginning of the semester, pointing at the presentation slides for emphasis. You start taking notes, occasionally asking questions when he’s going too fast or when something is too confusing.

He describes all these concepts and definitions with his calm and confident voice, his tone dipping when he’s a little unsure about something or rising when he talks about the things that interest him in that class– it’s almost hypnotic. You hold on to every word he says, and yet it feels like a blur, like you’re watching him speak instead of listening to his explanations. Something about it is just so captivating. After a while you find yourself staring at the way he moves his hands while he talks, just enough to make his point but not too much where it becomes obnoxious. His hand moves a little closer and–

“Yn? Are you even listening?” Scara snaps his fingers in front of your face. You flinch out of your trance, blinking.

“Ah, sorry I-”

He cuts you off, sharply, “You got distracted.”

You nod, apologetic look on your face. He drags out a long, exasperated sigh, but actually softens his tone. “I think you need a break, we already went over three lectures”

“Yeah, a break would be nice.” The tension leaves your body at the idea.

Scara takes a look at your notes, examining them for a second.

And no reply, again. Scara really just straight up avoids questions he doesn’t want to answer with no excuse whatsoever.

Instead, he asks you a question, “Did you eat yet?”

“No, I was in a rush…” You chuckle nervously.

“Me neither, let’s buy something.”

The two of you walk up to the counter, scanning the display for something nice for breakfast. The pastries all look so delicious, you’re having a hard time deciding on what to get. Deep in thought about this very important decision, Scara’s annoyed groan disrupts you.

“They only have sweets. Ughhhh.” Yup, his taste is questionable.

You fail to bite back your comment, “No shit, it’s a café.”

His brow twitches, he smiles wryly. “Coffee is bitter, so the food here should be bitter, too.”

You snort, taking the opportunity to smartass him for once, “I fear it’s common knowledge that Café food is sweet, you know. You could’ve taken me to the library if you wanted something bitter.”

He looks to the side, mumbling, “I know, I just thought you’d like this place.”

You pause. You surely misheard, right?

You glance at him from the side, he’s still looking away as if he didn’t just say something oddly thoughtful and– contrary to his bad taste in food– sweet.

“Well…”, you start, trying to play it cool while he caught you off guard, “I do like it. Despite your suffering.”

Scara hums, barely suppressing a small smile. “Good. At least I don’t suffer for nothing.”

Your mind goes back to the pastries, but his comment lingers in your head. You get a slice of strawberry cake, he gets a plain croissant.

Back at your booth, you start eating in a comfortable silence, before Scara breaks it with a question. “So…  why psychology?”

You glance at him, surprised at his sudden interest. “I guess I like figuring people out. Why they are the way they are. It’s complicated, but… important.”

Scara hums. “Sounds exhausting if anything. People do what they do, why they do it doesn’t matter in most cases”

You shrug. “People always make more sense when you look at what they’ve been through. And I think it matters more often than you think. I mean, you chose this café. Why? Because you wanted to do something nice for me. I think that sentiment does matter.”

He goes quiet for a moment, eyes fixed on his coffee.

“…You read into things too much,” he mutters eventually.

You lean back a little.

“Now your turn. Why history?”

His shoulders relax a little, more comfortable with this topic. “It’s straightforward. Things happened, you just study why they happened. People say it’s just memorizing dates but there’s patterns that repeat themselves because humanity doesn’t change.”

Ha. Contradiction spotted.

“Oh, so the ‘why’ does matter in history, but doesn’t matter in psychology?”

He pauses, taking what you said into consideration.

“I guess it’s just on a larger scale in history?”

Now it’s your turn to think. “Maybe. You do like to analyze people, just not up close”

He rolls his eyes and smirks a little.

“Stop trying to psychoanalyze me”

The two of you go back to studying, going over the rest of the material. It’s surprisingly easy when Scara explains it to you and not that arrogant professor who talks like everyone has a degree already. Hours slip by and the sun sets, so the two of you decide to call it a day. He makes sure to bring you home safely.

Once he parks in front of your apartment complex, he turns to you. “Do you feel like you actually understand more now?”

You nod, shooting him a grateful smile. “I do. You don’t know how big of a favor you did for me. So… thank you.”

Scara looks away, as always. “Don’t mention it. At least you’re all caught up now.”

“Thanks to you.” You add quickly. You still feel kind of guilty that he spent his whole day helping you, but he doesn’t look like he regrets it.

“Seriously, it’s nothing.” He says.

“I don’t care, I’m still thanking you. And thanks for bringing me home, too.”

You unbuckle your seatbelt, grabbing your things, “Anyway, I’m heading in. Goodnight, text me when you’re home!!”

He blinks, giving you a mildly confused look. “I’m a guy in a car, I think I’m safe.”

You roll your eyes. “Just do it anyways.”

You step inside, trying not to think too hard about the fact that that actually went… really well.

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summary⎯ It starts with a note in philosophy lecture. They sit together once, then again. Now they’re texting, sharing notes, and maybe something else they won’t admit. Minor in philosophy, major in denial.

Scaramouche x jealous Reader ft. Haypasia

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You never considered yourself the jealous type.

In fact, usually it was him that got jealous. You remember all the nights where you had to assure Scara that it was really him, the imperfect divine puppet, that you want.

Something has been irking you recentently though.

Your partner that you've been together with for literal years, that has been with you through everything just like you have been there for him, has been whaffling on about some woman.

Not only has he been rambling about this woman, he has been way too nice with his words, and sometimes even straight up wrong.

Your eye twitches each time he calls Haypasia "his first follower" when you have clearly been by his side for way longer. She wasn't even there yet when the first prototype of his soon-to-be archon form was constructed. And she cetrainly wasn't when he desperately needed someone to hold together the pieces of his delicate self.

So pray tell you why has he been talking about her this much?? What does she have that makes her oh-so loyal to the point where he seems to forget about how you have been there with him all along?

It can't be the hideous green hair, that's for sure.

You sigh as he adds another point his current ramble. Can't he tell that you're agitated by all this? It's like he's barely been paying attention to you ever since she came into the picture.

Your relationship is not so fragile that a mere scholar from sumeru can ruin it, right...?

And yet you're somehow worried about bringing this up to him. You know you should.

"Haypasia said something interesting today"

"She looked into my consciousness and saw my past"

"My first follower is so devoted, it's precious, really"

Devoted.

Precious.

What a joke. You feel your eyebrows twitch downward.

A dead cold grip catches your wrist. It's not painful, but it snaps you back into the moment. You were fidgeting.

Scara is staring at you. Unblinking. He's long stopped masking his puppet mannerisms in front of you.

"Where did your mind wander off to this time?", he asks flatly. "I was speaking."

Your mouth opens, but out comes only an illegible stutter. The idea of a reply that got stuck on its way.

You clear your throat and say, "I'm listening."

"No", his fingers tighten around your wrist, it's like he wants to shake you back into reality, "You're not."

The pressure of his stare and insistency make you crack.

"I am", you snap, irritatedly adding before you can stop yourself, "I just don't like hearing you go on and on about how amazing she is."

He stays silent for a moment. Then shifts slightly.

"...Her?" He sounds near incredulous, hard to believe considering his endless praise of that woman.

You roll your eyes. "Yes, Haypasia. It's like you're being dull on purpose."

He's still quiet, for a second you think you went too far.

Then Scara lets out an exhale through his nose. He's amused (relieved).

"You're jealous", he realizes with the smuggest, most self-satisfied grin ever.

Your face errupts in flames.

You sputter, before admitting, "Okay so maybe I am—"

"Maybe??", he laughs in disbelief at the sheer audacity to downplay this. Not only do your feelings matter, he also gets to witness you being jealous for once? And you're trying to undermine this? Yeah good luck with that.

"Shut up", you glare.

He keeps laughing.

"And you even called me dull, how cute", he covers his mouth, yet you can still see his grin, "I should make you jealous more often."

You repeat, this time slightly more agitated, "I said shut up."

"You've been sitting here drowning in your own thoughts for 10 minutes, you think I couldn't feel it?" The question is serious despite his amused tone.

You cross your arms, looking at him accusingly. "You didn't seem to feel it when you were still talking."

"Believe it or not, I did", he shrugs, before adding smugly, "Wouldn't have guessed that my precious Doll of all people would get jealous though."

"Your 'precious Doll' has feelings too", you frown. He is taking this seriously in his own way but that alone doesn't make your uncertainty disappear.

"Yes but there's nothing to worry about for you", he says in a more sincere tone.

"You called her your first follower", you point out.

He raises a brow, confused. "Well she is?"

"What, and I'm nothing?"

"You're my equal."

You pause. He did always make a point to talk about Haypasia like she's below him. You have just been too busy focusing on the fact that he was talking about her at all.

You feel a cold hand on the side of your face. It's soft.

"You weren't listening earlier", he says with the same resolute softness that adorns his hold, "Comparing yourself to her is insulting. A god has hundreds of thousands of devotees. Her being the first to realise my divine greatness doesn't make her any different from the rest to come."

You blink. Him reframing it like that does shift your perspective. You lean into his hand as he continues to talk.

"She saw my past but she wasn't actually there when it mattered", he says, leaving out the obvious. It was you who was there.