#fandangoevent

About your prompt could you do this with xiao zhongli and scara? (If it’s too much you can pick xiao only) but with sounds of skin clapping? Like when some people are stressed or just bored they start clapping their thighs repeatedly ykyk 😭)

NSFW CONTENT AND IMPLICATIONS AHEAD <3

Another sweet flower entered your inventory, as you were nearly finished gathering all your required seeds for the garden in the Serenetea Pot.

Your mind wandered, thinking of the exam you’d have to take tomorrow.

Well… you were pretty prepared, but of course there’s still the stress that always lingers with a deadline.

Your legs started moving, half on their own as you continued thinking of the upcoming test.

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Xiao picked another flower, the 8th cecelia of the day.

Their Grace really seemed to like the flowers, the adeptus thought, as he was guided over to another patch of flowers.

It was completely calm, as there weren’t many enemies in the area. The soft melody brought by the wind blew over Starsnatch cliff, as the gentle moon gazed down from above.

It was… calm.

He allowed himself to relax a little, picking the flowers under your guiding direction.

Nothing was amiss, and there wasn’t any enemies to be wary of… it was just him and Their Grace.

…

A strange sound came to Xiao’s ears, nearly before the last flower patch was collected. As he reached for the base of a green stem, it came again.

His face pinched, half in confusion. The noise wasn’t very loud, but it didn’t seem to be coming from the environment around him.

Wait- he panicked, ready to equip his pole arm, figure tensing.

Was the sound coming from you? Where you in danger?

His body ceased it’s motion, albeit his desire to move, if only to make sure you were ok.

You must’ve left your device- he thought, as the sound only got louder and louder.

“I am so going to fail so going to fail…” Your Voice said from behind him, as he relaxed slightly.

You weren’t in danger, but it seemed to be that your hands were better preoccupied with something else.

That’s why his body was frozen in place, as what he now identified as the clapping noise became louder.

Y-you were g-getting off right now? In front of him?

Luckily for him, his front half was angled away from your vision, as he struggled to stay completely still.

His breathing picked up, as his cheeks reddened.

His Grace… doing something so intimate in his presence…

His pants felt a little tighter as he became aware of how much of an honor this was.

Him, a lowly servant, being allowed to witness Their Divinity in such a way…

You groaned from behind him, and the beautiful sound graced his ears.

Would you groan the same way if you were taking him from behind, harshly ramming into his hole?

If he begged hard enough, would you praise him for being a good boy?

Tears formed in Xiao’s eyes as he whimpered, as a sharp bolt of pleasure ran though him.

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The noise immediately stopped, as your worried voice called out to him.

“Are you alright? Did you take some kind of damage?”

You questioned, panning your camera to see the front of his body.

His HP bar was still full, but for some reason, his face was a bit darker than usual.

NSFW IMPLICATIONS AHEAD

Now, assuming that you are wearing actual clothes, but the revealing kind, I don’t think that would have the same… results as if the reader was quite literally, half naked.

Quite frankly, they were surprised, to say the least. When you logged in, everything was just the same as usual, your usual sounds, random noises coming from the environment, normal.

Normal.

However, once you opened the Party Setup screen… the characters in your party were speechless.

The sheer amount of smooth skin before them completely grasped their attention, as you noticed how their usual easy smiles seemed a bit strained.

Not that this was bad- no, far from it.

They were struggling to maintain a neutral expression, forcing a disturbing smile from making itself known upon their lips.

It was an honor to be able to see Their Grace in this state, an honor that you would trust them this much…

So don’t be too creeped out of the character’s climbing noises activate more often, don’t be surprised if their eyes seem to wander as you look at them.

When you are on a character screen, you might even notice how they don’t do any of their idle animations, or how they are completely silent.

Instead, they stare forward, at the work of art in front of them.

And when you switch characters, or teams, I think you can imagine what is happening with the characters who previously saw you.

They are committing your form to memory, trying their best to preserve it in all of its great beauty.

Countless poems, paintings, sketches, sculptures, among other things are commissioned, all in the attempt to imitate your image. Although, all of your glory could never be captured by such simple things.

Sure, the art pieces might get a little… dirty…

How do you think the characters (Jean, Ningguang, and Sara) would react to a reader who listens to crime and history stories while playing, in particular crime cases such as Jack the Ripper, history stories such as the South Sea bubble and the Depression, and war stories such as the American Civil war or stories from the world wars?

How would Jean react to hearing about the devil of Whitechapel who paralyzed London and was never caught? What would she think of a world where monsters like Jack roam while her god is defenseless.

How would Ningguang react to the first financial crash in history...and the fact that so many people actually fell for it?

How would she feel knowing about just how often our world has financial crashes and just how many troublers it has with currency, and more importantly how would she feel knowing that such times could engulf the world while her God calls it home?

How would Sara react to the bloody and horrible nature of our conflicts, because while Inazuma's civil war may have been bad, I feel that it utterly pales in comparison to the sheer devastation and madness that was America staining itself red.

How would the ever loyal general feel knowing just how devastating and horrific the wars of our world can be, and just how plentiful they are? How would she feel knowing that her creator could be caught in one such conflict with none of them there to protect them?

I intend to do something like this where the Acolytes get tormented with gruesome facts and stories by a child reader who is a history buff and decides to tell them some of the tales about our world...and promptly gives all of them nightmares in the process lol.

I hope to get on the idea...sometime this or next year because I have a few other projects I am working on and I know just how badly I tend to procrastinate.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this ask, if you don't want to do it that is okay. Here is hoping I did everything right in regards to the rules in regards to this ask, but regardless have a great day and stay safe.

If you do end up writing that, I’d love to be tagged so that I can read it. Also, please don’t worry about your ask being troublesome, I’m honored to be getting an ask from one of my favorite SAGAU writers! Keep up the good work on your writing, I always love reading your posts! <3

Honestly, considering the way Teyvat works in regards to safety, and wars… I think it’s fair to say that many, if not all of the people there would be shocked by what life is like on Earth.

For example, if you decided to go out on an adventure by yourself, the worst you’d have to worry about would be hilichurls, considering that you aren’t going anywhere particularly dangerous.

On Earth, that simply wouldn’t work because there are a lot of bad people, and bad things that could happen to you if you were simply out on a walk at night. Especially if you weren’t in the company of another person.

If Jean heard about people who’ve done horrible things like murdering multiple people for… “The fun of it?”.

I can imagine her being repulsed, and incredibly concerned for your safety.

You may be the literal God of Teyvat, but would that stop anyone from randomly deciding to murder you, “for the fun of it?”

You might hear this idle voice line more often than the others:

“I do hope the Knights of Favonius are all working hard…”

She wants to tell you to take precautions against those with hostile intentions, to make sure you aren’t out to late… if only the code didn’t restrict her from voicing her thoughts.

For now she’d have to settle with reminding you of how safe Mondstadt was. With the Knights of Favonius, you would be safe.

With her, you’d always be safe.

Just… please be careful, alright?

The first time Ningguang heard about how terribly this world deals with money, she’d probably laugh.

“Oh, how amusing.” She’d chuckle, before realizing that it was your reality, instead of just a poorly made joke.

The idea of multiple currencies seems especially stranger to her, since Teyvat only uses Mora. (Disregarding the use primogems, which is only for you.)

One day, however, as you were talking while playing Genshin, she heard you bring up something called “inflation”.

You then proceeded to complain about how food prices where getting ridiculously expensive, and how your “fridge” had literally no food in it.

Ningguang seemed to freeze, being brought back to her early days as a child.

She had been through similar struggles, but knowing that her God is going through financial issues?

That her God is suffering because of the undeserving world in which they reside?

Preposterous.

“There were over 60 million casualties from World War 2…”

The voice droned on, as another daily commission was completed.

Sara’s face blanched, taking in the numbers.

60 million.

That was well over the number of citizens living in the entirety of Inazuma.

“The war was notable for the Nazi-sponsored genocide of the Jewish people…”

Genocide of people?

Why?

Her hands shook around her bow, as you guided her to shoot a hilichurl, directly in the head.

Sara heard you sigh, as the monotone voice was silenced.

Your divine voice spoke over the background music of the game.

“Third war I’ve had to research this week, interesting, huh?”

This was… considered an everyday occurrence for you?

Another shot, the hilichurl faded to dust.

You lived in a world where wars like that frequently happened-

She steeled herself, finding resolve as she struggled to keep shooting the hilichurls.

Okay, so every time tignahris desert voice line triggers (where he goes like: its so hot even a mistflower would melt), I can't stop myself from cooing at him. Stuff like 'my poor baby' and whatever goes into that direction

Anon, I can assure you he’s flustered~

The hot sun was blazing down upon the sand, as the harsh light reflected back into the atmosphere.

There was nothing but small dunes of sand, shriveled tumble weeds, and an occasional scarab.

“Gah, it's so hot... Even a Mist Flower would melt in this heat... Ah, now that I think about it, it wouldn't... but you get what I mean, hehe... Ugh..”

Tighnari mumbled to himself, as you guided him and the party into the desert.

It was completely silent, except for the soft patter of shoes on the sand.

However, the sound was interrupted by Your Voice.

“Aww, you poor baby~” you said, as the forest ranger’s eyes widened.

“I’m sorry to drag you out here, but I’ll make it quick, ok? And… I’ll make you some nice food when we get back to Sumeru city, so I guess you can look forward to that, sweetheart.”

His face flushed red, he continued moving forward under your direction.

Your genuine concern for his well-being was… a welcome surprise.

And you offered to make something just for him…

I tend to like listening to true crime/ unsolved murders and was wondering. How would Heizou/Candace react to this? Of course you don’t have to answer this ask I just thought it would be funny.

“Unsolved to this day, the murder of Joe Mama had remained a mystery for over 15 years…”

Heizou listened intently to the other voice coming from the space around him. Murder mysteries were right up his alley, after all.

Usually it was just you, and the everyday sounds you always made, but today you had somebody else with you, telling you all about the murder of a person known as Joe Mama.

The voice took on a more mysterious tone, as it began to describe the body.

“Her arms were cut off, her legs were cut off, her ears were cut off….”

Oh? He thought to himself, feeling his eyebrows raise on his forehead.

Well, if the victim was cut into so many pieces, there are key locations in which the body could be hidden, and certain personality traits the murderer could have, and a set time frame in which the murder took place…

The detective punched into a hilichurl, with a giddy smile on his face.

“Xiao. I would die for you,” I say while cupping his face and looking him dead in the eyes.

Thanks for the ask, anon! 💜

(No my favoritism is not showing what do you mean?) 🤨

“…”

Xiao didn’t respond at first, still to occupied with the fact that you, The Creator of Teyvat, had your full attention on him.

You were also holding his face.

And you were staring directly at him.

The thoughts flew through this head like a tornado, flailing all around, in complete and utter chaos. His reddening face was a testament to… other things… that came to mind, given the situation.

Wait. What did you say? He asked himself, desperately trying to calm the voice in his head.

He snapped back to reality, instantly remembering.

“No.” He said, although it came out as more a mumble, given that you were holding his cheeks.

"Well well well… look who it is! My dear Kuni~ Aren't you adorable? A work of art. Your face is beautiful, but I think it would look better covered in blush when I ride you to the point where your brain fizzles out! What do you say my dear? Ready to show your god that your worthy of my attention?"

[Congrats on 100!!!]

Thanks for the ask, anon! 💜

“What the fuck.” Scaramouche muttered, his pale face flushing slightly from either anger or embarrassment.

He was no stranger to compliments, but you were making him “feel” strange. The puppet never truly understood human emotion to begin with, but this feeling was… completely new. He didn’t like the heat coming to his cheeks, or the way he was having trouble responding to your words. He also didn’t like how he squirmed under your awaiting gaze, or the way he was tempted to avert his eyes and run away.

His glare remained, this time pointed at the floor, as his face scrunched in what appeared to be contemplation.

After a short period of silence, he seemed to make up his mind. His attention focused back to you.

“I want to know why I feel this way, and maybe you can help me, Your Grace…”

When I'm bored or in a bad mood, I sometimes play 'Gliding Chicken' with my party where I jump off a really high ledge (e.g. Jade Chamber, Starsnatch Cliff) and wait until I'm as close to the ground as possible before activating the wind glider (don't worry, I've only failed to catch them a couple times). There was one time where I kept on throwing Mona off the Jade Chamber and on the fifth attempt, instead of jumping off like normal, she ended up clinging to the side of the Chamber. It was really spooky and instantly reminded me of the self-aware AU (I stopped playing Gliding Chicken with her after that).

If I'm only allowed one character's reaction, I'd definitely want to see Childe's. If there's anyone else you think would be good to write for, I'm more than happy to see that too.

Thank you Fandango! :)

Gilding chicken… dear player, are you trying to give them a heart attack?

The first few times Childe was swiftly launched off the edge of the Jade Chamber, he didn’t panic too much.

After all, you’d always catch him, usually a far distance above the ground, and then let him down from there.

But this time was different.

He didn’t feel the comforting hold of the wind glider, as the harsh wind whipped around his falling form. The ground was closer, getting impossibly larger-

The adrenaline rush was intense, addicting even. Would you catch him, or would he be smashed into the ground, requiring a revival?

However, as many rounds of this “gliding chicken” went on, he began to question your intentions.

Had he displeased you, done something wrong to warrant this? Surely there must be a reason you were doing this, and you always had a reason.

You were never wrong, and if this was a form of punishment…

He thought over his past actions, thoughts spiraling. Did he not fight well enough? Was his damage unacceptable in your Divine Eyes? Did he as a person not match up to your standards?If this was the end he would meet by your hands he would gladly accept-

Fwip.

The glider activated, as he drifted down onto the ground, mere seconds before he would’ve made his impact.

I advise not doing this too much, unless you want your beloved acolytes to make some twisted religious festival featuring “Gliding Chicken”