#genshin reader insert

Summary: Jealousy headcanons! Reader is implied to be in Nod Krai with them right now, but isn't nessesarily the Traveler/MC.

Characters: Wanderer, Illuga, Flins

Wanderer

"They're a little busy right now. Sorry." Wanderer pulls you towards him - one hand on your wrist, the other circled around your waist. You stand there awkwardly, unsure of how to detach yourself from him when you're so obviously entangled. "Maybe you can look for them another time."

What is he, a cat? But you guess it could be worse; if he was still the Balladeer, you imagine the situation would involve a lot less words and decorum.

"They were just thanking me for helping with a commission..."

"Are you saying you aren't busy right now?" With a raise of his brow, Wanderer tugs you even closer for good measure, tilting up your chin.

"Don't think that after travelling all the way here, I'd be content with just watching you frolick around with strangers." His voice grows soft; though you aren't sure if the slight edge was truly from jealousy, or the thought that you may be separated soon because of his mission tasks. "At least for now... I need you to look at me."

Illuga

"Wait, Young Master, it really wasn't-"

Thud. A small amount of force hits the space next to your head, belonging to Illuga's palm. Behind it was a mix of annoyance and pent up frustration.

"...I've told you to stop calling me that." Illuga sighs, regaining his composure slightly, but not restracting from your position: his right arm caging you against the wall, and now his left snaking to the empty spot on the other side.

"We've known each other for years." His voice grows strained as he says your name, as if it is the cause of his headache. "Why do you still insist on such formalities?"

"I'm sorry, Cap-" You catch yourself. "-Illuga. It's... just a force of habit." Your gaze turns downward. "That, and I thought it wouldn't be right to act too casually with you, when the squad needs your leadership more than ever."

Finally, Illuga meets your eyes. But the intensity in his gaze makes all the words die on your tongue.

"That may be so," Illuga mutters, eyes flitting between your lashes, nose, then your lips. "But I need you just as much."

Oh.

He places his forehead against yours, eyes shut in a plea.

"If the squad is going to address you by your name, at least allow me the same freedom and call me as you always do." Illuga leans back, cobalt-red gaze soft. "It's... different when I hear your voice."

You're my light.

Flins

"...Sir Flins?"

"Yes?"

"I believe that the illusion has been defeated." You say with mild amusement as Flins continues to purify the spot where his Wild Hunt impersonation had stood, for the umpteenth time. "While I appreciate the caution, lingering here any longer will not do us any good."

"You don't seem appropriately alarmed." Flins appears in front of you in a crackle of electricity, hand cupping your cheek. There is concern behind it; but also an unspoken emotion as he looks down at you. "You spoke with it at length, and almost took his hand."

"I wouldn't have actually followed him." You try to calm Flins down, but his expression tightens as your fingers touch his wrist. "I was just buying time for you to arrive."

"You know that for you, there is little I wouldn't do." He picks up your hand, placing a kiss onto the inside of your palm. "But next time, do not engage with the phantoms. Even if they have taken my shape."

The illusion of Flins had not hurt you, but it was clear that it was impersonating a deeper sense of desire that he'd long buried within himself. One that shifted and curled its fog against your ankles and shins. Tickled the back of your neck as you were wandering through the darkness, smiling at you as if it too, could feel a warmth in its chest as you called it his name.

You expected cold shoulders and emotionless stares from your fiancé, not...whatever this is.

Notes — arranged marriage with Lohen, short drabble, ooc probably, my research into lohen as a character includes 3 fanfics and all of his edits on tiktok, inspired by chapter 34 of Nakanowarui iinazuke no hanashi.

You knew arranged marriages would never end well, especially after having witnessed your own parents’ loveless marriage. Your family dinners were always spent in complete silence, save for the clattering of silverware and the occasional political discussions. So when you were told you will be engaged to a Knight of Favonius from Mondstadt, you already knew what to expect. “He is the vice-captain of the fifth company.” Your father said, grabbing a handkerchief to wipe himself.

You knew this conversation was going to happen tonight, you heard whispers from the maids down the empty halls, you have even heard other things regarding who you are to be wed with “I hear he has an insatiable bloodlust.” You’re not surprised your parents are willing to sell you off to some lunatic.

Yet your fiancè alongside Mondstadt managed to surprise in more ways than one. The Knights-Of-Favonius greeted you with more warmth than you had ever experienced from your parents’ cold attitudes. And your fiancè–Whom you now come to know as Lohen, is incredibly welcoming since your first step off the carriage.

So much that it tends to irk you.

Really, why is he always so curious about whatever business you had?!

“Hello my love, are you out for a walk this afternoon?” The first stage of his plan, which includes ‘accidentally’ encountering you during his ‘free time’

“Shall I join you for today?” Then stage two includes him inviting himself to your outing, before finally bombarding you with useless small talk (Which you begrudgingly answer, lest he makes a disappointing expression)

Your relationship with Lohen is nothing like the arranged marriages you have seen in the past, it is nothing like the one your parents have, everything so far has been outside of your initial predictions, and it is driving you insane.

(You ignore the part of you that is beginning to anticipate Lohen’s presence on your outings)

…

“We should get matching rings.” Lohen suggested out of nowhere.

“If you are bored, then you should pick up a book too. Instead of thinking of outrageous things.” He knows he’s the one who insisted on staying here, but you are too engrossed in your book to actually entertain him!

“But I’m being serious! It feels nice to have something to make it official y’know?”

“I don’t find any need to do so.” Right, because to you this is just a loveless marriage. His attempts at trying to woo you bounce right off of you, he should be happy you allow him to spend time together with you, he’s the pathetic one for wanting more.

“Besides, we will soon have matching last names anyways.” You finally say as you close your book,

“No need to rush to make things official, it will happen either way.” Then you left the room, along with Lohen in a state of shock.

After processing what you just said, Lohen smiles to himself, unable to hold back the blush dusting his cheeks. “I suppose that’s true.” Damn your chokehold on him, he shouldn't be this happy over a few words from you.

✦ synopsis: your knight spending his summer break with you (aka getting cozy and domestic with Lohen <3)

✦ warnings: might be OOC and slightly suggestive? Wrote this because I was bored :p

• All knights have the chance to get a paid leave two times a year, and of course your knight has been waiting for the weather to warm up to use this opportunity.

• After his request for leave got approved, Lohen was barely able to sleep because he was so excited to spend the days ahead with you <33

• How great it is to wake up not having to rush, the sunlight dancing, lazily pulling you closer with the excuse that the air is still chilly in the mornings.

• Lohen loves that only he can see you in such state, hair messed up, your eyes slightly puffy from too much sleep.

• You’d basically have to drag him out of the bed and even then he is attached to your hip. Now that he doesn’t have knightly duties to do, all his attention is focused on you.

• Great until..its not so great. Lohen has always had an obsession with biting you, so now that he is home he gets to do that plenty. (Wouldn’t even hurt he just likes your skin in his mouth.)

• He gets the zoomies like a rabbit in the mornings, one of the many reasons he seeks the thrill of fight. Imagine dealing with this at home

• Would go from sleepy to bouncing off walls after hes calmed down a bit hes back to your side.

• Anyways! Lohen likes hearty meals so he’d make sure to bless you with one for breakfast and lunch.

• No shame whatsoever would slap your ass and then sprint around the house while you chase him.

• As shameless he is, Lohens just as romantic. Remembering your favourite dishes, taking you out for date nights every week (even if he was busy with his work now that he isn’t, those dates are present almost every night. “Almost” because whenever you don’t feel like going out cuddling and sharing a meal together at home suffices too. Atp everything does so down bad for his lover) , checking the temperature of your hot beverage before handing it to you, automatically pulling you to his side in large crowds.

• Although he loves to see you all pretty for him, he likes being at home more, Lohen doesn’t give much thought to public opinion he could pull you in for a kiss or more anytime, what he cares about is you being comfortable. Not that he wouldn’t pick a bone with whoever makes you purposefully uncomfortable… Lohen knows sometimes you don’t want all that affection in public so being alone with you is win-win situation.

• “No you don’t get it we have to shower together there is a water drought in Mondstadt :((“

• Every day is chaotic and different with him, you can’t really get bored the only predictable thing Lohen sticks to is that he needs kisses 25/8

how wanderer reacts to you being high

warning: this post continues themes of substance use. please do not read if you find that triggering.

it was a warm night. you’re sitting outside of the little wooden house you own on the outskirts of Sumeru City. You had nothing to do tomorrow—a rare day without any errands to run, classes to attend, or money to make.

…and you just so happened to have the perfect night alone activity in your drawer.

Warnings: Yandere Fauti Non-Sense, obsession, possession (desired), g/n reader, sfw

Imagine Pantalone shares Dottore's obsession with the traveler. Whether it be grief due to the “loss” of his friend, or that our value to him is nearly immeasurable, he still wants us.

It didn't start out that way. Pantalone's orders in the beginning were only to keep tabs on us through our various tasks with the Adventurer's Guild. It was easy enough to draw us in with the promise of ample rewards, provided we completed certain tasks. We had nothing, so the chance to earn something was welcomed. At first, the tasks were small. We were given simple challenges designed to measure our character, figure out our personality, our likes, our dislikes. Then the tasks grew into feats of strength. How invincible were we? How many monsters could we defeat in one go? How far did the limit of our physical capabilities extend before we could be defeated? Then finally, the bar was raised with the intention of testing our resolve. How much could we take, before we cracked under the weight of our own ambition? All of it would be compiled into reports that Pantalone would then pass on to the higher ups in the Fauti. 

He never really paid them much mind. While the reports gave a glimpse into our true value when it came to the Fauti’s plans, Pantalone was already well aware that we were nearly invaluable as we were unique to this world. A true one of a kind. Decent people were a mora a dozen, weren’t they? Immortals, especially powerful ones, were rarer but still easy enough to find. All anyone needed to do was look at his comrades as proof. Descenders though, they weren’t just strolling down the frozen streets of Snezhnograd were they? Especially one that is so easily manipulated as us.

We were so generous with some of his other comrades, surely we could be persuaded to do the same for Dottore and him, right?

The desire to possess us stemmed purely from Dottore’s interest in us. It was hard to know when or how Dottore’s interest had sparked, but as Dottore's desire to have us grew, so did Pantalone's. As Dottore's patience waxed and waned, so did Pantalone's. The only relief that abided the mutual need to have us, were the reports that told them we were drawing that much closer with every step we took. As Pantalone readied himself for the journey to Nod Krai, the excitement of being so close to finally bringing us to his and Dottore’s side was nearly impalpable. Natlan was very near to Nod Krai, wasn’t it? With the Captain’s unfortunate demise and the abyss still lurking, it would be nothing to steal Natlan’s famed hope from them, would it? Pantalone loved nothing more than realizing a long standing goal. Whether that be taking control of the world’s economy or us, he would enjoy the victory immensely.

Victory though, would not be that easy. 

Part of the job of a harbinger was to expect disappointment. Whether it be in business or in war, not everything went completely to plan. Even if one achieved the desired outcome, things could often get messy, especially if the right variables were introduced at the right time. We were one of those variables and Dottore’s failure to fully capture us was certainly a disappointment. Pantalone, though, could only grit his teeth and endure it. His disgust at the defeat could be quelled with the knowledge that he knew we wouldn’t stay in Nod Krai forever. At some point we would leave. With one archon left to find, Pantalone knew at some stage we would have to journey to Sneznaya. His patience would have to hold a little longer, even if his desire to take what he felt was his was already overriding all logic and reason.

content:wanderer x gn!reader, fluff-fluffy Valentine's Day gift.

You know what’s not always talked about? Alfred’s angst potential in the neglected!reader fics. We know Alfred left his life behind to work for Martha and Thomas Wayne and then later on becoming the adoptive father to Bruce. Along with his old life, he had to leave his daughter Julia behind (I don’t remember which timeline but i think this is flashpoint) 

I would love to see a fanfic where the reader realizes that Alfred sticks with them not because of familial love or duty, he stayed because of guilt. Reader realizes that Alfred doesn’t see them at all, he sees Julia and what it’s like if he raised Julia. 

Bonus angst if Alfred started pushing the reader towards the things he remembered Julia likes: her favourite colour, her preferences in clothes, food, the things she hates, etc. Bonus angst (2x) if Alfred once accidentally called reader as ‘Julia’

This has been sitting around forever and I haven't updated my other fic in awhile so I might as well post this. This is my take on a sagau imposter au that will hopefully have a reasonable enough explanation for the angsty stuff like being hunted.

Next

Teyvat was made through contract, or at least yours was. A few years ago, you made an account for genshin impact. Though it was no more than a game at the time, it was an agreement about the world. The company gifted you a seed to grow a world in exchange for your agreement to nurture it. Upon the activation of your account, Teyvat, your Teyvat was born from the seed and, in this moment, you were its creator.

In the minutes the game was downloading, thousands of years went by to catch up to the moment the Traveler began their journey with you. Teyvat was far older than you, and yet you existed before it. In your relation to Teyvat, you were the energy that kept it going. It is stagnant without your gaze. Though time will pass, life stands still. 

When the fruits of your labor brought down stars from the sky and the light changed, connections were formed. By design, the Traveler was their own person, but first and foremost a primary and initial vessel. Even when out of sight, when you guided others in their place, they were there in traces because you were. In this way they were almost you and the world was a gift that's yours. 

Unable to see beyond the fake sky and past the coded stars, the people could not truly comprehend this experience past its warmth. They got hurt in battle, but you were always there to bring them back, uttering apologies they could feel even though they went unheard. You were a guide, and you wanted the best for Teyvat despite your frustrations. They felt this, and caution turned to friendship turned to idolization.

What was a connection through the stars if not a blessing?

You existed beyond them, but never treated them as beneath you. You knew so much without being there to witness, you poured strength into your vessels until they were ascended warriors blessed by your labor. Of course you were adored. You were the everything that was nowhere they could ever reach. 

Of course, for all you could do, there was a limit. The deal could only let you do so much at a time and, for all the criticism it deserves in its methods, it worked. You had to have some obstacles and caps on your abilities lest you grow bored of the world and leave it behind. 

It didn't matter to them that you couldn't do it all though. They didn't know that. Celestia wouldn't let them, having jumped on the opportunity…

The knowledge of you spread like gossip of a debuting idol group, and soon every NPC and their dog had heard of this being, a star above the heavens, shining down on Teyvat to shower them in nurturing light.

Somewhere along the line, Teyvat rewrote itself for you. You couldn't see the changes on the surface that you grazed in your gameplay, but it was there. You were everything, and so everything must include you. A change was made beyond even what Irmunsil could do. You had never been seen, never met in person, but you'd always been there. In their history, their culture, and their hearts.

Your “reappearance” through your vessels and the shifting of the stars was a sign, wasn't it? Soon you would be home. That's what they believed.

But through whispers, flickers, in the light, watching your guidance of the Traveler who would surely one day point their blade at Celestia’s neck with your support, they knew they couldn't let that happen. For all they used to be, Celestia had warped itself into chains of fate instead of shields of life, and you'd be damned to think they'd let you break those chains so easily. Even their own archons were turning against them. You'd surely be the death of them unless they were yours.

And so they made “you”. While the gods below made puppets to steer the fate of their nations, Celestia made a puppet to steal the fate of the world.

A gilded lie, a glittering illusion, the theft of your visage. Your face and body with a soul modelled in the image of Celestia's vision for the world. A beautiful poison to the mind. The fake descended, and Teyvat’s people rejoiced. Overexposure eroded the mind and forced them to believe so they did with all their hearts. 

Teyvat rebelled but no one knew, led to believe this was the work of the Abyss. A warning, they knew, but of what they'd been given a lie. The “Creator” warned the people, and most of all the gods, of an imitation from the void. A weapon of the Abyss, a deceptive reflection of them whose very existence was a harbinger of the world's every evil. 

But worry not, dear shining star, your fall is not the end.