#gorou x reader

Warnings: sfw overall but some might be slightly suggestive. Ex Wriothesley

This is my interpretation but feel free to disagree. I like hearing other ideas

Love when you sit on their lap

Alhaitham loves when you sit in his lap while he reads a book. He likes this position because it keeps both of your hands free and he’s able to do his own thing while still holding you. He especially loves when you fall asleep with your head in his neck. He might land a small kiss on your temple before going back to reading

Childe/Ajax loves this position because he can see your face while he teases you. He might flirt, might kiss, might even feed you like this. He just adores how flustered you look when he does.

Loves to rest his head in your lap

Bennett he loves to rest in your lap after a long day. It’s not that he doesn’t like other positions it’s just that things always go wrong in other positions. This one though feels safe. When you guys are out adventuring you guys may stop and rest at a tree where he will regain his strength by resting his head on your thighs.

Kinich likes it because it’s peaceful. Usually it’s him being the more dominant one when it comes to touch. He might have his hand around your waist when he uses his grappling hook to get you places. His hands are bigger than yours so when you hold hands and he is guiding you around town you can’t help but feel protected. Most of the time when you guys sleep together you sleep with your head on his chest. This is one of the only ways he lets you baby him. He won’t ever admit it but even he likes to feel babied once in a while.

Razor isn’t too used to “cuddling”. Yes wolves like to cuddle each other but they do that by licking each other and rubbing shoulders. Obviously since he’s human he wasn’t able to do that much with his pack. Even when he did, it was a completely different feeling than cuddling with another human yet alone his lover. He liked this position because it is what feels the most natural to him. In other positions he feels a little stiff. When he lay his head on your lap he can feel you watching over him and making sure he’s safe. He doesn’t need to worry about an ambush or anything else that could be dangerous for you both. He knows you will wake him up if you need him.

Loves to see you rest your head in his lap

Kazuha thinks you are pretty so he likes how he can fully see your face from this angle. Even if you turn your head away because he upset you then he can easily brush your hair out of your face and whisper in your ear. He’ll always whisper whenever you guys are like this. Might even start playing on a leaf. He loves when you talk about everything and nothing when you’re laying your head on his lap. He even lets you vent when you’re upset. If you do he’ll twirl a strand of your hair around his finger and touch you in a way that makes you know that everything will be alright.

Xinqiu just likes the idea of being near you in general. He likes to annoy you in this position. He might pull on your cheeks or give you a backhanded compliment. Nothing to make you truly angry, he just likes to tease you a bit.

Durin is still trying to learn what humans do with their lovers. Dragons definitely cuddle each other but how is he supposed to do that if you don’t have a tail? Well he spoke to Lisa and she told him that this is one of the easiest way to express comfort between lovers. He likes how it makes him feel like he can protect you. You’re letting yourself be vulnerable near him and it fills him with joy.

Xiao feels that this is all very new to him. He finds it difficult to feel vulnerable with you. Yes you do have moments but it’s a lot easier when you’re already vulnerable and he lets himself be vulnerable to your vulnerability. Unlike with the others he will fall asleep while sitting up. He’ll keep his arms crossed and close his eyes. He won’t fall asleep until you fall asleep but if you pretend to sleep he will eventually relax enough to sleep as well.

Cyno loves to tell you jokes in this position. He can see your expression and feel you wiggle if you laugh. You can’t escape him if you’re like this since if you try to sit up he can just grab your arm to make you stay. If you have a positive reaction to his jokes he’ll adore the way your eyes twinkle when he looks at you. If you have a negative reaction to his jokes he’ll keep a hand in your hair as he will make you listen to him explaining the joke. He loves how much he can analyze your body movements when you’re like this. It helps him discover what jokes you do like and what jokes are not funny to you.

Loves when you rest your head on his chest

Itto loves this position because it makes him feel super strong. He’ll wrap an arm around you making sure to pull you as close to him as possible. He loves the size ratio between your head and his muscles. If you fall asleep it’ll so boost his ego. He’ll whine if you try to leave that position to use the bathroom. He’ll basically beg for you to come back.

Loves when his face is resting in your chest

Wriothesley is completely shameless. It isn’t even something you guys can do often since he prefers when the valley of your chest is completely bear. Oh you’re not wearing something revealing? That’s okay he’ll put his head under your shirt. Once in awhile he’ll call you into his office just so he can do that for 15 minutes before sending you away like it was nothing.

Thoma is less sexual with it. He likes cuddling in general and this just happens to be his favourite. If you’re flat chested he likes to lay his head there to hear your heartbeat. If you have a decent amount of chest to you then he’ll lay on top of you with your arms around him. He’d like it if you treated him a little like a baby when he does. (NOT AGE PLAY)

Loves to bury his face in your stomach

Gorou loves to bury his face into your belly and let you pet his ears. The first few times you did it he felt super embarrassed but now every once in a while he will gather enough confidence to ask you. This position gives you the easiest access to his ears. You’re free to interpret how he reacts to you doing this. Personally I like to think he’ll let out little non sexual whimpers when you do.

Freminet is very shy when it comes to cuddling. Whenever you spoon him he’ll get embarrassed by how warm your breathing feels on his neck. If he spoons you he will feel awkward. If you rest your head on his lap he will feel super uncomfortable because his leg would fall asleep and he wouldn’t know how to tell you to move. At least when he’s lying on your stomach you can’t fully see his face and he can’t see much of yours. You make him nervous so it gives him a little bit of peace of mind.

Loves to be big spoon

Diluc just finds it difficult to be little spoon. He has been to your request a few times but it feels most natural when he’s holding you in his arms. Most of the time you will wake up to him holding you from behind even if you guys had an argument the night before.

Heizou loves to be big spoon just so he can make you blush. He likes whispering in your ear. If you’re playing on your phone (modern au because I don’t know the genshin version of this) he will distract you by randomly complimenting you. Sometimes it’ll be suggestive other times it’ll be sickeningly sweet. All he knows is he loves to catch you off guard.

Sethos makes a habit out of touching and holding you. He wants you to be able to listen to his heartbeat. Sometimes he will put his head on top of your head or in your hair.

Loves to be little spoon

Scaramouche/wanderer acts like he hates cuddling but in truth he really likes it. He usually won’t initiate it unless he thinks you want to. Most of the the time he will be doing something and you’ll join him by hugging him from behind. He won’t push you off but he’ll tsk or make a comment about you being super clingy.

Tighnari finds it easiest to get comfortable when he feels your arms around him. He does like when you touch his ears but I think his favourite position would be a still one. If you’re spooning him he will wrap his tail around you keeping your side and back.

Neuvillette is a tall, big man. He might intimidate most but he doesn’t intimidate you. He loves when you are behind him and wrap all your limps around him as if you’re a backpack. I love the image of him holding a melusine and you holding him.

Loves when you guys hold each other

Venti loves when you guys are holding each other. If he’s drunk he’ll be a little handsy while talking about how hot you are. If he is sober he will talk in poetic riddles that you barely understand. You’re assuming they’re good things. Likes it more if you’re underneath him when you cuddle.

Lyney loves having someone to hold tight. He’s used to being forced to put on a show for everyone. Now that he has someone who he doesn’t need to put on a show for he knows he doesn’t want to lose you. He will hold tightly.

Kaveh finds that there is to nothing more relaxing than collapsing into your arms after a long day. He will even let out a long heavy sigh. When you hold him under the covers he will be out like a light. Usually he’s an over-thinker but there is something about the way you hold him that relaxes him.

Doesn’t have a favourite

Chongyun isn’t the biggest fan of cuddling. He likes physical affection yes but it’s very important that he’s able to stay calm at all times. He loves you he really does but he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to keep his ying energy at bay if you’re super close to him for long periods of time. Holding your hand is one thing but resting against you is another. He doesn’t want you to see the side of him that peaks out when his ying energy is out of control. If you have already seen that state of him he will still avoid it. When he gets out of control he might hug the love out of you for a few seconds. (It’s canon that he gets really energetic when he can’t control his energy) if you guys ever get married he won’t avoid sleeping in a different bed than you. He has been secretly training so that one day that will be an option for you two. He wants it to come true but right now you’ll have to deal with occasional hugs and kisses throughout the day.

Gaming just loves everything. He can’t choose one position since they all have benefits. It depends on the day you ask him but he loves all positions on this list.

Characters that aren’t on this list

Albedo, Ayato, Baizhu, Dahlia, Ifa, Kaeya, Ororon, and Zhongli. All characters that I fear mischaracterizing or am really unsure.

All other characters must have come after this post (unsure if I’ll add new characters)

↳ ❝ [THINGS THEY SAY DURING 'IT'] ¡! ❞ @ - Part 1.

TW: MDNI - NSFW, sexual themes obviously lol

SUMMARY: Title :)

CHARACTERS: Aether Albedo Al-Haitham Ayato Baizhu Capitano Childe Cyno Dainsleif Diluc Dottore Freminet & Gorou x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.044

A/N: idk just a random new idea, watch me get more and more unserious with every character you pass

Aether

❝Agh-...shit...❞ - he holds back his sounds as he moans and curses into his hand

❝ Mh-no, like that, yeah...move like that...good❞ - he bites his lip as his lust drowned eyes stare up at you, holding your thighs tight for stability

❝Slower?...okay❞ - speeds up with a slight laugh, stopping seconds later to slow down again

summary: they meet someone who they think is pretty. pairings: ifa, ororon, flins, varka, gorou, itto, kaveh, alhaitham x gender neutral reader.

a/n: level: mischaracterisation. boss: me. c5 flins haver: also me.

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𓈒⟡₊⋆ IFA

the streets of natlan are alive, sunlight catching on shiny trinkets and banners that sway high above the bustling marketplace. children dart down the roads, laughter echoing between stalls as some cute saurians lounge lazily along the sidelines.

ifa’s out running errands again, busy as always, restocking on saurian medicine and a few other supplies which his clinic needs, when cacucu suddenly lets out a loud chirp and decides to zip away instead of staying perched on his shoulder. “later, bro!”

“what— hey! dude, you get back here!”

the tiny red qucuaurus flies between natlan’s market stalls, his little wings fluttering as he weaves through the crowd like the mischievous little creature he is. ifa follows in quick pursuit, muttering apologies as he brushes past startled vendors and random people.

and then, he cringes.

whump!

cacucu crashes headfirst into some unaware persons forehead, letting out a startled squawk as his wings flap in a frantic blur. the little dino tumbles backward midair, clearly dazed from the sudden impact.

“cacucu!” ifa shouts, worried for his little buddy and guilty to the poor victim of his clumsiness. his breath catching in his throat as he pushes through the last few steps, only to stop dead in his tracks.

you’re standing there in the middle of the street, brushing tiny red feathers from your clothing. the faintest smile ghosts across your face, confused but unbothered despite the growing red mark in between your eyebrows.

yet when you lift your head, and the sunlight hits just right. your eyes catch the gold of the afternoon, gleaming warm and soft, and for a heartbeat ifa seems to forget everything around him, his errands, the crowd, even the mess his companion had just caused.

“uh— oh no, i’m— uh— sorry about him.” ifa stammers, hand flying to the back of his neck as he tries to laugh it off. his ears are pink, and his words are tripping over themselves.

“bro! no way, bro! pretty person, bro!”

ifa’s flush somehow seems to darken even further. “cacucu—”

but the little qucuaurus isn’t done. he spins mid air, wings flashing in the light as he belts out another line, louder and far too gleeful for ifa’s liking. “so pretty, bro! you’re doomed!”

you laugh softly, a sound that feels light and genuine in his ears, and ifa swears something in his chest just short circuits. it’s a feeling that not even an experienced veterinarian like himself could comprehend.

he clears his throat, trying to reel himself back in, his cheeks dusted pink. “he, uh… tends to say things he really shouldn’t.”

“he’s honest,” you reply. “but it’s quite alright.”

cacucu lets out a triumphant squawk, wings fluttering like he’s won the battle that he himself had started. “ifa bro, they talked back!”

ifa groans under his breath, tugging the brim of his hat down to hide his face. “i’m so sorry about this guy,” he mumbles, voice muffled. “just, um… don’t listen to him.”

cacucu only cackles in reply, circling around the both of you.

you laugh again, softer this time, and crouch slightly to meet cacucu’s gaze. “i think he’s sweet.” you say, reaching out to let him perch on your hand. he chirps proudly, puffing up his chest.

ifa blinks, caught somewhere between awe and awkwardness. “ah… ya’ think so?”

you glance up at him, eyes warm. “mhm. he’s just looking out for you.”

cacucu tilts his head toward ifa, then back to you. “bro! they like you, bro!”

ifa sputters, nearly choking on air. “cacucu!”

but you’re already smiling, that smile that instantly makes one appear on his face, as you hand the little creature back. “see you around?”

you walk off, sunlight tracing your silhouette, and for a moment, he just stands there, staring like a fool. cacucu lands back on his place on the vet’s shoulder, wings flapping smugly.

“told you, bro,” he parrots, voice lilting with pride. “you’re doomed.”

ifa laughs under his breath, shaking his head. “yeah,” he murmurs, watching you disappear into the crowd. “guess i am.”

𓈒⟡₊⋆ ORORON

ororon doesn’t do nervous.

he once fought an out of control qucusaur with nothing but a hoe and a half empty bag of seeds. he’s stared down hilichurls while casually watering his cabbages. nothing shakes him.

but stepping into citlali’s home, arms full of freshly picked vegetables, only to see you sitting there, smiling, relaxed and sipping something that smells faintly of fruit and liquor, yeah. that just about does him in.

“oh, ororon!” citlali exclaims, her voice warm and slurred, cheeks rosy from her drink. “my favorite grandson! c’mere, c’mere!”

he barely manages a grunt in reply, already wishing the ground would open up and swallow him whole as you glance over, eyes meeting his for just a heartbeat too long.

he steps forward, boots heavy against the wooden floor, trying his hardest not to look at you for too long. but you… stars above, you look so out of place here, in the best way. clean and polished, dressed in soft colours and finer fabric than he’s ever owned. even the way you tilt your head when he walks in feels too graceful.

suddenly, he’s all too aware of himself, the dirt under his nails, the sweat clinging to his neck, the frayed edges of his old cape. he clears his throat, his voice low.

“uh, hi, granny,” he mutters, setting the basket down gently by his feet. “ifa was busy with his clinic, so… i’m bringing these instead.”

citlali lets out a laugh, one that sounds bright and unrestrained, a far cry from her usual grumbling when sober. “oh, aren’t you sweet!” she beams, swaying slightly as she gestures between you both. “see, [name], i told you he’s a gentleman! look at him, he even grows spinach! what a catch, huh?”

ororon nearly chokes on air, ears burning as he stares hard at the basket, praying you don’t notice the way his hands fidget at his sides.

you blink, amusement tugging at the corners of your mouth as you set your cup down with a soft clink. “you grow spinach?”

“and turnips,” he blurts before his brain can catch up. his voice cracks slightly and he winces. “uh, and… beans.”

you smile, quiet laughter slipping through. “beans are my favorite.”

his ears go pink instantly.

citlali notices, because of course she does. her eyes narrow with mischievous, and before ororon can so much as shift his weight, she’s grabbed his wrist in her intoxicatedly strong grip.

“you two should talk!” she declares, dragging him toward the couch despite his clear reluctance. “maybe share bean recipes! or— or sow a garden together!”

he stumbles, nearly dropping his gloves as he’s unceremoniously shoved down beside you. his shoulders go rigid, eyes fixed firmly on the wall ahead.

citlali hums proudly to herself and takes another sip of her drink. meanwhile, ororon’s trying very hard not to combust, especially when your knee brushes lightly against his.

“granny—” he starts, voice strangled somewhere between a plea and a protest.

“stay seated, boy!” she barks, slamming her cup down with authority before promptly letting out a small burp. “don’t make me call ifa and tell him you’re scared of an attractive face!”

you try to save his embarrassment, you really do, but the laugh slips out anyway. it bubbles past your lips before you can bite it back, and ororon swears his heart just about leaps clear out of his chest. you lean in slightly, eyes still shining with amusement, and whisper, “hey, don’t listen to her. she’s a terrible wingman.”

he blinks, stunned into silence, the faintest smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. he glances down at his hands, fingers picking at a loose thread on his sleeve. his voice comes out low, barely above a mumble. “yeah… but she’s not wrong.”

citlali’s already half asleep in her chair, humming some old tune to herself, cup still dangling loosely from her hand.

and there he is, sitting beside you, awkward and flushed, shoulders tense but a smile tugging at his lips anyway. it’s small and shy, the kind of smile that sneaks up on him before he can stop it.

suddenly, the room feels warmer somehow, much quieter too, and when you glance over, you find him looking at you like he still can’t believe you’re a real person.

“um, so…” he starts, adjusting his wrist links. “…beans?”

𓈒⟡₊⋆ FLINS

it’s late. the fog drapes low over the island, thick enough to swallow even the faintest sound. the old tombstones creak and groan as the wind brushes past, and flins moves between them with his lantern held steady in his hand. the purple flame inside flickers weakly, fighting the cold that seeps into everything around him.

he’s walked this path more times than he can count, yet tonight feels different. the air is too still and the silence is too loud. even the usual whisper of the lingering spirits seems to have faded.

but when a faint motion catches at the edge of his vision, he stops. his breath clouds faintly in the air. someone’s there, half hidden between the stones, a silhouette shifting just out of reach.

flins lifts his lantern, his posture straight and voice calm but gentle enough as to not disturb the peace. “who’s there?” he calls, the light spilling across worn marble and just barely catching a glimpse of a figure.

“it’s all right,” he adds quietly when they make no further movement. “don’t hide”

when you step out from the fog, hesitant and clutching the small bouquet in your hands, nervous because now there’s someone else here with you in the dark on some spooky little island, flins exhales softly, the tightness in his shoulders easing just enough for him to lift a hand and swat at the air.

“…please return to your side of the world,” he says after a small second, his tone low as the purple lanternlight brushes against the soft lines of his face. “you do not belong here anymore.”

you blink at him startled, the grip on your flowers wilting slightly . “…what?”

for a long moment, neither of you moves, and the fog coils between you and whispers through the multiple gravestones. flins blinks too, the initial authority in his eyes faltering as he studies you properly. your face, the warmth of your breath in the cold air, the faint tremble of the flowers in your grasp.

his expression softens and the light catches in his eyes, illuminating them at the edges.

“oh.” he mutters after a small, quite awkward beat, lowering the lantern a little, the glow slipping from his face. “you are… not a spirit?” he asks uncertainly.

you stare flatly. “yeah… didn’t think i was.”

flins clears his throat, shifting his weight, one gloved hand rubbing the back of his neck. “right. yes. of course, and that is my apologies. it’s just—” his gaze flicks up again carefully, studying you like he’s afraid he’ll blink and you’ll vanish into thin air. “—you look… ethereal, and they tend to slip through from time to time.”

you raise an eyebrow, your lips twitching despite yourself. “flattering.”

a quiet sigh escapes him, his shoulders loosening as the flame between you wavers in the fog. “…it was not intended to be.” he says softly, almost under his breath, yet you hear it anyways. and it lingers, because somehow it kind of was.

for a moment, neither of you speak. the wind drifts tighter around the ground and mutes the world until it feels like there’s only the two of you on teyvet.

flins glances up again, unable to help himself. the light paints you in blues and violet, the kind of glow that doesn’t belong to the living or the dead because it’s something softer. it catches on your lashes, your skin, the curve of your mouth when you shift your weight slightly.

he’s quiet, but his eyes linger and trace details like he’s trying to commit them to his memory. when he finally speaks, his voice is much quieter than before that you nearly miss it had he not stepped closer. “forgive me,” he says, “it’s simply that you look as though the light itself might favor you.”

it’s a compliment that is both delicate and unintentional, but undeniable true. he looks away a moment later, clearing his throat as if that might undo what he’s said. obviously it does not.

you allow a small smile to form on your lips. “is that a part of your job? keeping the light… and then giving it away?”

he huffs out a soft laugh through his nose, glancing down at the lantern as its flames tremble faintly in its cage. “perhaps,” he admits quietly, “…but it seems that tonight, it has already chosen where to shine.”

𓈒⟡₊⋆ VARKA

varka truly was built like a storm. his loud laugh and heavy steps made him the kind of man whose presence seeped into every corner of the half empty angel’s share bar. even diluted by drink after drink, he was unmistakably him, the grand master, knight of boreas, and the man the entire city looked up to.

but tonight, mondstadt’s pride looked a little less like a hero and more like a man who was voluntarily drowning in some good alcohol and loud music.

he’d been chatting poor charles ear off for hours now, stories of frostbite on his toes, hunts and victories, sometimes the odd misadventure where he was stuck fighting beasts with nothing but his shoe, until finally charles shift had ended and he was able to slip away with a tired, yet relieved smile.

and that’s when you stepped in.

a quiet exchange of nods as you took his place behind the counter, towel over your shoulder, sleeves rolled to your elbows. the tavern’s golden light glowing against your skin, and before he knew it, the chatter in the corners somehow dimmed just enough that even someone as intoxicated as him were able to take notice of.

“hah… well, would you look at that,” he murmured, voice dropping low, gravelly in that way only men who’ve spent years shouting over battlefields could sound. his eyes crinkled, and a lopsided grin slowly began forming on his face. “now there’s a sight worth sobering up for.”

you glanced up, unfazed by his behaviour because you’ve seen countless people like him in your job, as your fingers were already moving over the countertop to wipe down a spill he must have made during one of his tales. “hi there. i assume you want another round?”

if possible, his grin widened at the sound of your voice. “mhm… if it means you’ll keep lookin’ at me like that, then yeah. another.”

you pour his booze, and his gaze not once managed to leave your face. his grin is dopey and warm, and the light flush on his cheeks was evident in the calm lights.

“you’re far too pretty to be workin’ here,” he says, lifting his empty mug slightly, voice loose but very much sincere. “someone ought to paint you instead. or, ah—” he pauses, gesturing vaguely with one of his massive hands as the words elude him, leaving him fumbling for a thought, “…put you on one of those, you know… fancy cathedral windows. saints and angels and all that.”

you huff a quiet laugh, sliding a refilled mug toward him. “flattery won’t get you a discount.”

he taps the counter once as a soft wordless thank you, before taking a long sip. the sound of his sigh blends with the low hum of the tavern. but when he sets the mug down again, he leans forward on his elbows, his eyes glinting as he tries to get a better view despite his blurring vision.

“not lookin’ for one,” he says. “just tellin’ the truth. knights swear oaths to honesty, might i add.”

you arch a brow. “…and to drinking?”

“…that too,” he chuckles. “but tonight, i’ll drink to you, bartender.” he raises his mug like a toast despite being the only one drinking. “may whoever you belong to know how lucky they are.”

you look at him, his cheeks flushed, grin boyish, sincerity unfiltered by rank or pride, and for the briefest moment, you understand why they call him the heart of mondstadt.

𓈒⟡₊⋆ GOROU

gorou was doing fine.

really.

the meeting had started off well enough, those long routine discussions he’d learned to navigate after years of serving under kokomi’s command. logistics, patrol rotations, supply routes, coordination between squads… nothing he couldn’t handle.

he’d even practiced the night before, pacing his tent back and forth until every word of his report was committed to his memory. he’d timed his speech, adjusted his tone, even practiced not letting his tail wag too much when kokomi praised his work.

and it had been working. kokomi was pleased, her calm voice guiding the meeting smoothly. the soldiers sat in rows, their eyes on her, their notes neat and orderly. gorou had been relaxed. alert, yes, but composed because everything was running exactly as it should have been.

until kokomi said his name.

“general gorou, please present your summary on the shoreline defense.”

“yes, ma’am.” he replied courtly, standing from his place and stepping forward, his report in hand.

…but then he finally saw you.

you were seated off to the side, not even part of the formal council if he could recall, just observing, chin propped gently in your hand, a quiet smile resting on your lips. the soft light filtering through the tent’s entrance caught the creases of your eyes, and for some reason, the world just… tilted.

you weren’t doing anything. not even a single thing. you were just sitting there, watching. yet it was enough to completely derail him.

his ears shot straight up, tail freezing mid wag.

oh no.

oh no, oh no, oh no.

his throat went dry, the neat lines of his speech dissolving into nothing.

“t-the shoreline defense is, uh—!” his voice cracked much to his horror and some of the troops amusement, who chuckled in the backline. “i-it’s, um, doing very— very fine!”

kokomi blinked, her quill pausing mid letter. “…fine?”

gorou swallowed so hard it almost hurt. “yes! i mean— not just fine, it’s— uh, stellar! the troops are, um, exceptionally… defensive?”

there was a beat of silence. a few soldiers shifted awkwardly in their seats. someone coughed.

gorou’s hands fumbled with the stack of papers he’d been holding, the edges trembling ever so slightly. he could feel your gaze now, more curious than anything yet completely unassuming, and somehow that only made it worse. his ears twitched uncontrollably, and his tail… oh archons, his tail. it twitched once. then again. and before he could stop it, it curled tight between his legs like it was trying to hide. like a puppy in trouble.

kokomi tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing in that soft, knowing way of hers. “general, are you feeling alright?”

her words only made him laugh weakly. “y-yes, perfectly! i just— uh, the heat got to me a little— haha—”

it was a terrible attempt at recovery, one he failed. he could feel his face burning, the fur on his ears probably as red as the crimson banners outside the tent. one of the soldiers near the back tried to suppress a snicker, disguising it as a cough. another averted their eyes entirely, shoulders shaking.

kokomi who always stayed composed, simply regarded him with patient confusion.

and then you smiled.

just a tiny one, the corner of your lips tugging up in slight amusement, but to gorou, it might as well have been the sunrise itself. his breath hitched, and that’s when it happened.

his tail shot up, wagging furiously, a blur of movement that betrayed every ounce of composure he’d fought to maintain.

kokomi blinked with her quill still hovering midair. “…general gorou,” she said, voice calm but growing weary. “your tail.”

he froze completely. the color drained from his face. all motion ceased, ears, tail, even breathing. for a single suspended heartbeat, he looked like a statue.

and then, in the smallest, most mortified voice imaginable, he whispered.

“…i-it has a mind of its own.”

there was a beat of silence before one of the soldiers failed to stifle a laugh. kokomi’s lips twitched, not quite a smile, but dangerously close, and you were smiling fully now, warmth in your eyes that made his heart stutter all over again. gorou wanted to dig a hole right there in the sand and bury himself in it until the tides turned.

but when he dared to glance your way again, you were still watching him, and somehow that made the humiliation just a little too much to bear.

his tail however, clearly disagreed, as it gave one final, very eager wag before he ducked for cover behind the chalkboard.

𓈒⟡₊⋆ ITTO

“alright! who’s next?!”

the oni’s booming voice shook the courtyard, echoing through every corner of inazuma city. itto stood proudly in the center of the gathered crowd, hands on his hips as his laughter rumbled from his chest. beside his foot, his prized beetle, the unbreakable crimson crusher, puffed up its tiny carapace, practically preening after its latest victory against some wild bug that was probably just plucked from it’s tree minutes prior.

a ring of kids surrounded him, cheering, whining, and groaning all at once. some were his devoted little fans, shouting his name like he was some kind of beetle battle celebrity, while others sulked over their defeated bugs. a few adults looked on from the street, muttering something about “that oni again” and “why is he picking fights with children.”

itto who was oblivious as always, threw his head back and laughed. “ha! did you see that? crushed it! my little crimson crusher’s unstoppable! you kids better train harder if you wanna stand a chance against the one and oni arataki itto!”

he flexed his muscles and beamed, soaking up every bit of attention that was being thrown at him. life was good. he was unbeatable, totally glorious, perfectly balanced—

until you stepped forward.

you crouched down at the edge of the ring, quietly calm and your expression unreadable. but the moment sunlight hit you, itto forgot how to breathe. you weren’t just anyone, you were breathtaking. skin kissed by the afternoon glaze, eyes soft and posture elegant even while crouched in the dust as you put your little beetle forward.

itto blinked owlishly, then promptly forgot every single beetle battle rule he’d ever learned and made.

“uh—” his voice cracked halfway up his word, “n-not bad, uh, newbie! brave of ya to step up, yeah! but, uh, just so you know, you’re kinda… goin’ up against the best there is around here.” he puffed out his chest, flexing subtly (or not subtly at all). “no big deal or anything. y’know. champion stuff. all that jazz.”

you smiled at him politely, and itto’s grin faltered. his tail almost wagged, which was absurd because he didn’t have a tail at all. but if he did, it’d be wagging like crazy. his brain scrambled to say something cool, anything at all, but all that came out was, “I-I mean, I could, uh… go easy on ya? y’know, since you’re new. and, uh, your beetle’s kinda cute.”

he paused, and his entire face went red.

“just like you…—! wait, no! not like you, i mean yes— uh— forget I said that!”

the kids around him lost it. laughter broke out in the small crowd. one pointed at him, cackling. another whispered loudly, “big bro’s blushing!!”

“h-hey! quiet down!” he barked, trying to regain dignity he’d never really had to begin with. “this is a serious battle! serious!”

he crouched beside his beetle, whispering furiously, “buddy, you hear me? no distractions. eyes on the prize, alright?”

his beetle clicked its pinchers one, and then just… didn’t move. itto frowned. “huh? what’s the holdup—”

then he realised. his beetle was staring at yours, utterly entranced.

“…traitor,” itto muttered, mortified. “you too?”

you giggled softly, and it was enough to make him forget what embarrassment even felt like. he quickly stood up, clearing his throat a little too loudly, hands on his hips again as if sheer posture could save him. “a-ahem! alright! get ready, ‘cause you’re about to face the undefeated, unstoppable, unbelievably handsome arataki itto! the one and oni!”

he pointed dramatically, his voice booming again. the crowd cheered, your beetles clicked, and his confidence flickered back to life, at least until he risked another glance at you.

you were smiling again, sunlight glistening on your skin, fingers gently nudging your beetle forward. and just like that, itto’s heart skipped. his chest tightened, his grin softened, and he muttered under his breath, almost sheepishly.

“…man. i am so doomed.”

𓈒⟡₊⋆ KAVEH

kaveh had worked with hundreds of clients before.

arrogant scholars who thought they knew more about architecture than he did, the one with the architecture degree. self absorbed nobles who equated aesthetic with ‘cover every surface in gold until it reflects the sun like a mirror and blinds passerbys’.

and then there was those money hungry merchants who never once looked up from their ledgers and instead cut corners at every turn and asking if he could ‘make it cheaper but still look expensive’.

he’d smiled through all of it, the pomp, the greed, the endless corrections, because that was what he did. he built beauty out of ugliness, dignity out of ego, yet somehow was only barely managing to keep his reputation afloat.

but this client? you?

you were something else entirely.

from the moment you met him, you’d been… calm. your words were soft and free of the snobbery he’d grown used to over the years. you didn’t interrupt when he spoke about light and space, about the direction of shadows or the way open air could make a room breathe. you listened, literally, really listened with the ears you were given, and it threw him completely off balance.

because for once, someone wasn’t treating him like a craftsman to order around. you were treating him like an artist.

and archons, he melted a little every time you did.

now, he sat across from you in your living room. or, as he privately thought of it, your soon to be masterpiece. scrolls and sketches spread in a half organized clump across the coffee table. sunlight slanted through the tall windows, spilling gold across the blueprints and tracing along his sleeve as he pointed at the paper with the smudged pencil mark.

his voice was animated because he was excited, the kind of tone he only used when he forgot to guard himself. “so, here,” he said, tapping the design for the eastern wing, “i was thinking of adding a study, something that faces the garden. you’d have morning light, but not so much that it overheats the space. it’d be perfect for reading, working, or just… thinking, because everyone needs to do that once in a while.

you leaned closer to get a better look. a faint scent of jasmine trailed with you, and kaveh’s heart did a strange little flip. you smiled, eyes focused on the sketch. “that sounds lovely. a quiet space would be nice.”

and that’s when his mouth betrayed him.

“yeah, exactly!” he said, sitting up straighter, eagerness spilling out before his brain could catch up. “it’d be perfect for you. and when we get married, i’ll need one too, so—”

the words hung in the air for a few seconds, giving his chest enough time to close in on itself. his breath caught. his pencil froze mid gesture, and his soul briefly left his body.

oh no. oh no, oh no.

his entire face flushed, from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears, crimson blooming quickly on his skin. “w-wait! i mean— hypothetically! like— not us! just, you know, a married couple in general! a client, maybe uh, just— someone!”

his hands started flailing, as if he could physically push the words back into the air and rearrange them into something less humiliating. one nearly sent a cup of tea flying, and he caught it at the last second with a strangled little gasp.

“hah— see? i just worded it wrong! that happens sometimes when, uh— when you’re talking fast, and, ah— oh, by the seven, please stop looking at me like that…”

because you were looking at him, your lips curved into that faint, amused smile that could undo a man more effectively than any argument.

you tilted your head, eyes bright with a noticeable teasing glint in the orbs. “when we get married, hm?”

he groaned softly into his hands, muttering under his breath, “i’m never living this down.”

but the corners of his mouth betrayed him, curving helplessly upward. when he finally dared to peek through his fingers, your smile hadn’t faded, if anything, it had softened, warm enough to rival the afternoon sun.

and for all the mortification twisting in his chest, kaveh realized something startling.

if embarrassing himself like this made you smile like that… maybe it was worth every second.

𓈒⟡₊⋆ ALHAITHAM

the library was silent, just the occasional soft turning of his pages, the faint hum of candlelight beside his herbal tea, and alhaitham’s own breathing. his attention was deep in a text on comparative linguistics when a somewhat disturbing crash echoed through the marble halls.

he didn’t even look up at first. perhaps a stack had toppled. perhaps one of the junior scholars had dozed off again and fell out of their seat. but then came another sound, a clatter of books, a low thud, and then finally, a small and pained “ow.”

he exhaled slowly, closing the book with care. of course.

it was late. most of the akademiya had emptied hours ago. and yet somehow, chaos still managed to find him. marking his place in his book with a small slip of paper, he stood and made his way toward the noise. he could have walked faster, sure. but whatever the reason for the noise probably wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

because turning the corner, he found the culprit.

you.

half buried in a heap of fallen tomes, pages tousled and expression dazed, the picture of complete disaster amid the polished order of the library.

for a long moment, he said nothing, instead choosing to simply assess. no visible concussion. no broken limbs. just embarrassment, and from the looks of it, several paper cuts.

“…are you quite alright?” he asked finally, as if he were confirming an equation rather than showing concern to someone who clearly needed some assistance.

you blinked up at him, eyes lidded. “um— yes. i think so. just… a little started, i think...”

his gaze flicked toward the collapsed shelf, then back to you. “startled,” he repeated flatly. “right. i suppose gravity is startling the first few times one encounters it.”

you gawked. “i didn’t… it wasn’t my fault. i just leaned—”

“—against an unsecured shelf?” he finished for you, cutting you off and crossing his arms. “a bold decision, considering the laws of physics remain undefeated to this day.”

you opened your mouth to protest, then shut it, realizing how ridiculous it sounded to argue with logic itself. or perhaps with this man in particular.

he crouched down, brushed aside a particularly heavy novel that had been resting on your shoulder, and straightened up again.

“stand up.” he said simply. you hesitated, then reached for his outstretched hand. his grip was firm to where it made you feel weightless for a second as he hauled you up, even if his expression didn’t soften in the slightest.

once you were upright, he glanced at your hands, his eyes catching on the thin red lines across your skin.

“…you’ve managed to injure yourself with literature,” he murmured, brows lowering just slightly. “that’s impressive.”

a laugh spilled from your lips, only to soon be followed by a small wince as you made the poor decision to wipe your palms on your thighs. “i… i guess i have a talent for it.”

he tilted his head, faint amusement ghosting across his porcelain face. “if so, it’s a useless one. try cultivating something more practical next time.”

you smiled, and to his mild surprise, he didn’t find it all that irritating. instead he sighed, and stepped a little closer. and for someone who wanted nothing more than personal space, this was a feat. “sit.”

you blinked. “what?”

“your hands,” he said, his tone clipped yet not entirely unkind, in fact, he was already retrieving a silk cloth from his pocket. “they’re bleeding. small cuts or not, it’s unsanitary.”

you sank into the nearest seat, still a bit stunned. “you carry a cloth for, what, emergencies?”

“no,” he replied, kneeling beside you to gently dab at your bleeding fingertips. “i carry it because books are often older than the people who read them. they deserve careful handling, and because some people, evidently do not.”

you bit back another laugh. “are you saying i don’t deserve careful handling?”

he glanced up, sharp eyes catching yours, a faint glimmer of dry humor in their depths. “i’m saying you must require supervision.”

his touch was a clear sign that he was no medic, yet was still somehow careful. his hands moved slowly as if he were tending to something far more delicate than mere paper cuts.

when he finally sat back, he murmured quietly, following the general number one rule of a library. “there. try not to bleed on the manuscripts. some of them are rare copies.”

“…thank you.” you said quietly.

he nodded. “…sure. just see that it doesn’t happen again.”

he turns to leave, and falls back into his quiet space. yet when he returned to his desk, the words on the pages seemed to blur, his focus waning for the first time in hours. every few minutes, his gaze drifted back towards where you now sat, clean fingers tracing the spine of a book, head tilted slightly as you read.

he told himself it was just vigilance, that he was only ensuring you didn’t destroy another shelf in the one place he cared about most.

but when you smiled faintly to yourself, the corner of his mouth almost, almost, curved upwards too.

synopsis. what i think the genshin men would call their girlfriend!

tags. fluff , genshin men x fem!reader . THESE AREN'T JUST WHAT THEY CALL YOU, IT'S JUST WHAT THEY CALL YOU THE MOST! and yes there's doubles on the some one, comment if there's one that you don't know or aren't clear!

author's notes. if i didnt include your favourite please don't send hate, im very busy and i am struggling to focus on posting rn. NEW FORMAT BECUZ I WAS BORED THIS ISNT PERMANENT THIS IS THE ONLY TIME THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG

its so cruel, to punish them for something they can’t help, they’re just too addicted to your pussy !! drool spills from the side of their mouth as they try to contain their excitement, to slow down their thrusts so to prevent the collar from going off.

but they get so lost in the feeling, they can’t stop the way their hips slam into you, fucking into you just fast enough for the collar to tighten around their neck and zap them, their whines caught in their throat as they apologize and beg you to remove it.

they know they could make you feel so much better if you do — if you just let them have control again. but you can’t, not when you need to train them how to behave. after all, what good is a dog if it can’t listen?

Forsaken: Elliot, Chance, Shedletsky, Noob, Guest 666

Genshin: Venti, Ga-Ming, Itto, Chongyun, Gorou

Kaveh's, Alhaitham's, Childe's, and Zhongli's parts have mild nsfw but nothing explicit.

Characters: Kaveh, Alhaitham, Scaramouche, Cyno, Xiao, Childe, Kaeya, Gorou, Zhongli, and Ayato

Kaveh:

🥃 Kaveh gets jealous easily. When he sees your acquaintance flirt with you, Kaveh will walk over to you and hold your hand or wrap an arm around your waist to show the other man that you’re taken. It will be very obvious that he’s jealous because Kaveh will subtly try to extract you from whatever conversation you’re having, and will pout and nag if you don’t leave. He’s not proud of his behavior, but he can’t help but want your attention on himself instead.

🥃 His jealousy can be triggered the most easily if you act too friendly with Alhaitham. There’s a fear in Kaveh’s heart that you’ll leave him for Alhaitham because the Scribe has everything that Kaveh doesn’t. Alhaitham has a house, stable income, is confident in his abilities, and overall is a nice man with an extraordinary intelligence. Meanwhile Kaveh is homeless, struggles to find work that he likes, is riddled with guilt and insecurities that he doesn’t want you to know about so as to not burden you or make himself look worse in your eyes. When he sees you getting closer with Alhaitham, he can’t help feeling awful at being jealous of his friend, but he can’t stop himself from still coming over and starting an argument with Alhaitham as a way of venting his emotions.

🥃 If his jealousy is particularly deeply rooted in his heart, it will take a lot for Kaveh to calm down. You will need to take him somewhere private and reassure him that you love only him with some affectionate words and gentle physical affection. A few kisses, gentle hugs, and sweet words do wonders for his aching heart, and he’ll hug you close, relieved and needy for your love. With time, he’ll grow to genuinely believe you won’t abandon him, but until then you’ll need to be patient and reassure him repeatedly that he's the only man you love. Kaveh loves you with his whole heart but he sometimes has trouble believing he’s truly lovable, so your patience and reassurance will prove vital to helping heal his deep-rooted insecurities.

🥃 If you don’t comfort him, then Kaveh might resort to sex to help him feel better. He’ll be more clingy and rougher than usual. While sex with him is usually very loving and gentle, when he’s jealous he can’t help but vent his emotions through a rougher lovemaking session, though he’ll still try his best to not hurt you or cause you discomfort. Jealous sex is also one of the few times he’ll want to take you from behind, with his chest pressed against your back while he wraps his arms around your waist, nipping at your shoulder and whispering that you’re his. Kaveh can also be a little meaner when he’s jealous, teasing you but not giving you release unless you beg for it.

Alhaitham:

🎧 Doesn’t get jealous easily. He’s very secure in your relationship and doesn’t mind you hanging out with other people in your spare time since he trusts you. However, if while in a relationship you try to get him jealous on purpose, he won’t take kindly to such antics. Alhaitham will punish you for your behavior, either via a humbling lecture criticizing your actions, or a prolonged session of edging and marking of your skin during sex. Neither case will be particularly pleasant for you, trust me.

🎧 The highest likelihood of him feeling jealous is during the pining phase before you two become a couple. Unbeknownst to him, Alhaitham developed feelings for you, and it puzzled him when he felt a burning resentment in his chest whenever he saw you chatting so care-freely with your flirtatious acquaintance. Something about the way you smiled at the other man made him wish you smiled like that at him instead. Alhaitham wanted your attention, but he didn’t understand why. The feeling of jealousy is a foreign one to him, and it takes him a while to figure out his emotions.

🎧 If your acquaintance says something too flirtatious or ignorant, Alhaitham will butt into the conversation and make the other party look like a fool. He’ll call out their inappropriate behaviour or correct their points, essentially putting the man on the spot and humiliating him. Alhaitham hates acting petty by trying to bring others down to make himself look better in your eyes. As a result, he will try to avoid you at first so his irrational emotions don’t get the better of him.

🎧 However, despite not interacting with you, the irritation in him doesn’t subside. If anything, it grows stronger the more he sees your acquaintance make moves on you. Alhaitham doesn’t know what’s wrong with him, but he does know that he wants your attention to be on him rather than your acquaintance. His bout of jealousy will help him figure out his romantic feelings for you, and prompt him to finally make a move to try and court you in his own Alhaitham way.

You brought the Inazuma sweets and want to play with the guy a pocky game! (Y/n): "Hey... would you like to play pocky game with me?" *you place one part of the sweet in your mouth waiting for him* _______

Aether: "H-huh?! Ah! Of course I will play with you!" His cheeks are painted with red shade, he shyly bites the other end of the sweet, eats it slowly with eyes closed.

Albedo: "So this is type of game for the couples? I see… then…" He bites the other end of the sweet and was slowly eating it, watching you intensely for your reactions.

Alhaitham: "... if you wanted a kiss you should just say so." He took the pocky away from your mouth and kissed you. Then he came back to his book, eating whole pocky by himself.

Ayato: "Oho? How could I refuse my beloved?" This didn't end at one, you played till all the pocky run out... he may bring more for more sweet kisses.

Baizhu: "We can play but only one round… let's leave the rest after we come back to home, alright?" He didn't want Qiqi to see you both being affectionate with each other… or anyone else, so he agreed for one round when nobody else was present.

Bennett: "O-oh! Yeah! I want to play!" The blush adored his cheeks but still bravely bit the other end of sweet.... only for it to break immiedietly in middle "W-wait... does it mean I lost?"

Childe:"Hoho! Let's see who will win!" He ate it so fast that he caught you completely off guard when you suddenly just felt his lips on yours. You played more rounds but he still was faster than you.

Chongyun: "Pocky game? What are the rules?" After you explained he felt his heart beat faster. "Um… let me first prepare some popsicles… just in case…"

Cyno: "I tried to tell a Pocky joke, but it fell flat. Guess it wasn’t my best stick-" you showed the sweet in his mouth.

Dahlia: "Hum~ Sure! Let's play!" He was teasing you, always breaking apart when your lips are supposed to touch. After you started to pout he finally give you a deserved kiss.

Dainsleif: "If this is what you want then sure. What are the rules?" After you told him he smirked. "I see, but next time if you want some… affection, just say it." he played as you wanted him to.

Diluc : "…" He didn't say anything, just bit the other end and slowly ate it till your lips meet, the kiss was especially passionate, he let go when you were out of your breath. "If you want to play more, just say so." He said it with smile.

Durin: "So the winner is the person who eats the most of it? Sure! I want to play it!" When you both reached the middle he wasn't sure if he can proceed more. After your lips brushed his, you moved away from him saying you won. "Huh?! Um.. can we play one more round?"

Flins: "Another interesting human custom. So shall we start?" He holds onto your cheeks, making you look up at him, the way he was looking at you made you shy. He was eating slowly on purpose because he wanted you to eat most of it and be the one to kiss him.

Freminet: "I… I … Please give me a moment." After he calmed down, he bit the other end of the pocky, but before your lips could reach his, he jumped away. "Ah! S-sorry! It's not like I don't want to… do this, it's just a bit embarrassing… Can we try one more time?"

Gaming:"Oo I heard about it before! I always wanted to do it with someone special one day! Haha!" He bites the other end with a big smile. You played many rounds and shared sweet kisses.

Gorou: "Wait, you know about this game?! I.. I do want to play it." He bites the other end, but the closer your lips were, the more shy he became. After the kiss he was trying to show that this didn't affect him, but you can tell he really liked it by his wagging tail.

Heizou: "Ah it seems we think alike! I just wanted to propose this game to you too!" There was some teasing and with every round, his kisses become more and more passionate.

Ifa: "What is this game?" After you explained, he smiled "Haha I see. I would love to try it with you." It started slow but the closer you two were to each other, the faster he ate, not wanting to wait any longer to feel your lips on his. "Bro are you for real?!" Cacucu came and surprised you two.

Itto: "Bring it on!" He bites the end but when you started to eat, he took a big chump of it and moved away "I won!!" He exclaimed and let out a laugh. He thought you look disappointed because you lost "Don't be sad! We can play again!" You have to eat fast if you want to kiss him.

Kaeya: "Oh my, how could I refuse when you ask me so nicely?" When you two reach the middle and your lips are almost touching he will move away. "Sorry, it seems I won! If you want we can go for another round~" in next round he will finally let you kiss him.

Kaveh: "A- Y-yeah! we can play!" He was caught off guard with your proposal but still wanted to enjoy this little game with you. He eats slowly and then kisses you softly.

Kazuha: "Ah, I forgot this game exists. I would love to play it with you." You two were smiling to each other while eating the sweet. When your lips met, he didn't let go of you. Then he started to leave kisses all over your face.

Kinich: "You're full of supraises today." It is his birthday, but you want to play the game with him today as well. He of course agrees, sharing kisses with you is always great... till Ajaw came back and ruined the moment.

Lyney: "How could I refuse!" he grabs your waist, bringing you closer to him. He was a fast eater, not being able to hold himself any longer from kissing you. You won't be let go too soon.

Mika: "H-huh?! Isn't this a game where two people…!!" His face gets red, but he still bites the other end. You have to eat it and be the one to kiss him because he froze.

Neuvillette: "Humans really have interesting ways to spend time with another." He agrees to play, but he prefers kisses with you without any sweets involved.

Ororon: "Hm? What are the rules of this game?" After you told him he, immediately bites the other end of pocky. The kiss was short and he went deep in thought. When you asked what he is thinking about, he replied "I was wondering… can we use a carrot for this game as well? It will be more healthy."

Razor: "Okay." he didn't even ask how you play it, he just followed your lead. After your lips met he, shyly moved away. "I really like this game... can we play more?"

Sethos: "Hmm? I see, I see!" He will indulge you, after all any reason to be able kiss you is good for him. You guys are going to play many rounds.

Thoma: "Oh! I wanted to play it with you for awhile!" Very excited. Before you two become lovers he always wondered how it feels to play this game with a special someone. Expect many sweet kisses with him.

Tighnari: "Hm? Pocky game? Sure, we can play." He heard of it and wasn't sure how to play, but quickly realized the purpose of the game. "How about we continue it but without the pocky?" Many kisses were shared.

Venti: "Okay~!" He bites immediately and started munching on the sweet. After you two shared a kiss, he moved away from you and licked his lips. "Mmm! So tasty! Your lips are the sweetest thing in the world so… how about doing it again? Without the pocky of course~"

Wanderer: "Huh? Didn"t I tell you I dislike sweets? … Fine, I will indulge you, but only this time" He ate it fast and kissed you quickly. "Hmph, next time if you are that desperate for my affection, just come without those sticks…"

Wriothesley: "Oh, the snack will be good for tea." For a moment you got worried he won't play it normally, thankfully that wasn't the case. He will eat most of it then, passionately kiss you. "If you want we can play more~" He will invite you for more rounds.

Varka: "Haha! If you want kisses you could just ask!" He still plays with you, but lets you eat most of the pocky.

Xiao: "Another pointless human custom…" He seems like he doesn't want to do it, but after seeing your sad face he immediately bites the other end. He lets you eat most of it, but when you two are close, he is the one to kiss you first.

Xingqiu: "I see, well how can I refuse?" He didn't want to show it but he was excited you wanted to play with him. It didn't end on one round.

Zhongli: "Interesting." he said with smile and bit the other end. He ate till the middle of pocky and waited for your lips to meet his.

pairings. various (hsr + genshin impact) x gn! reader

warnings. fluff, mentions of jealousy, established relationship

a/n. i find men getting jealous over a little kid so funny, never fails to crack me up.

wordcount. 2.4k

synopsis. how they react to seeing you getting wooed by a child

you’re casually minding your business when a bold little kid struts up to you with a flower they picked from who-knows-where. "you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen!" they declare, face as bright as their words.

"awww, thank you sweetie!"

"...."

the jealous one (despite their big age)

the moment the child runs up to you with wide eyes and a flower clutched in their tiny hand, you can practically feel the temperature shift around you.

whether he's subtle about it or blatantly obvious, as they watch this scene unfold, he is most definitely NOT thrilled. he can not believe his eyes right now.

he doesn’t mean to react the way he does—it’s not like a child could ever be serious competition—but something about the moment sends a spark of possessiveness through him. his entire demeanor changes. his arms cross over his chest, his jaw tightens, and his eyes narrow slightly as he watches the scene unfold.

just what in tarnation is this stupid kid doing?!!?!?

he’s not angry at the child, but the audacity of it throws him off. really? even kids are lining up now? he thinks to himself, feeling his pride take an unexpected hit. as you crouch down to accept the flower with that sweet smile of yours, he can’t help but bristle. there’s a tug at the corner of his mouth that he tries to suppress, but the faint scowl is hard to miss

he crosses his arms, as if the whole situation is beneath their concern, but his sharp eyes never leave the child. he visibly stiffen, his body going tense as they quietly seethe.

when the child boldly proclaims their affection for you, offering their flower with the confidence only a child could muster, you suddenly hear a quiet scoff under his breath, muttering something like, “ridiculous,” before he speaks up, eyes trained on the poor child.

“a bold move, kid, but maybe aim for someone your own size next time.” his tone is teasing (is it really??), but there’s an unmistakable edge to his words, his presence looming protectively by your side.

after the child scurries off, his chest puffed up with pride at his bravery, the jealous one steps in almost immediately, closing the distance between you as if to reclaim his territory.

“so,” he starts, his tone casual but laced with pointed sarcasm, “should i be worried? do i need to watch my back now?” his eyes search yours, and though he’s trying to play it cool, there’s a hint of vulnerability in his gaze—a silent plea for reassurance.

if you laugh and tease him about being jealous, his cheeks darken slightly, and he huffs, looking away. “i’m not jealous,” he insists, though the way his arms cross tighter over his chest says otherwise.

“it’s just… what kind of guy lets someone else give his girl flowers without saying something?” his voice trails off, grumbly and defensive, but you can tell he’s mostly embarrassed by his own reaction.

later, he finds ways to reassert his place by your side, subtle but deliberate. maybe it’s the way he holds your hand a little tighter or slings an arm around your shoulders when you’re out together. he doesn’t need to say it outright, but his actions make it clear: you’re mine.

there’s a faint air of possessiveness to their actions, whether it’s the way they guide you away from the scene with a hand on the small of your back or the way they glance over their shoulder to make sure the child is gone.

if you call him out on their jealousy, the reactions are just as varied. he will deny it outright, scoffing, “jealous? of a kid? don’t flatter yourself.” but their lingering glances and subtle protectiveness give them away.

he simply shrugs, his calm voices betraying none of his innerturmoil: “it’s only natural. beauty like yours is bound to attract attention, even if it’s… unconventional.”

for the rest of the day, you’ll notice small shifts in his behaviour. he'll stand closer, touch you more often—whether it’s a hand on your arm, your waist, or your shoulder—and find little ways to remind you of their presence.

his jealousy, as amusing as it is, only serves to highlight one thing: he want you to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he's the only one who deserves your attention.

— CHILDE, SAMPO, WANDERER, BLADE, aventurine, MOZE, DR. RATIO, jiaoqiu, gorou, lyney, XIAO