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

Jealousy, Jealousy｡⋆｡˚☽

Genshin Characters x jealous reader

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

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

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Wanderer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After that he will opt for non-verbal reassurance

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

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

Imagine him hesitatingly asking if you want a hug

Will immediately agree if you ask for cuddles instead though

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

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

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

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

Layla

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Also uses it as an excuse to nap and cuddle together

Chiori

Very straightforward once she notices that something up

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

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

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

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

Let's say you did open up though

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

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

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

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

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

Cyno

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

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

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

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

Won't shut up about it

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

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

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

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

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

Columbina

She will not notice for a while

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

It will randomly click for her

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

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

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

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

Kinda giving therapy with her wordings

"What made you think that?"

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

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

Lohen

Oh he WILL notice

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

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

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

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

He WANTS you to get mad at him

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

Will absolutely tease

"Aww is my Darling jealous~?

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

"Stop calling you Darling or jealous?"

Give me your hand. Wanderer x gn reader fluff.

.✦ ݁˖ Synopsis: Wanderer decides you give an early birthday present! .✦ ݁˖

a/n: thank you for the request! I based this off Wanderer's birthday voice line :3 word count: 463

It was the day before your birthday.

You were sitting on a tree branch admiring the stars glowing in the dark night sky.

“Having fun?” A voice sarcastically called from behind you.

You flinch slightly and turn your head around with a mix of annoyance and shock washing over you.

It was Wanderer. He was floating in the air with his arms crossed together.

“What happened to hello?!” You ask with a slight irritation.

Wanderer rolls his eyes and sits himself next to you.

“It’s your birthday tomorrow…”

“Yeah, what about it? Did you get me something?!” You ask excitingly, leaning towards him with curiosity.

Suddenly your annoyance towards him disappeared…

Wanderer frowns and clicks his tongue but doesn’t shift away.

He turns his head away from you with a slightly redness in his cheeks.

“Hmph…don’t get all excited. It’s childish.”

“So you did! Awhh!”

You grin mischievously and place a hand on his shoulder teasingly.

His body stiffens, you could feel his body burning up as he lets out a groan. Mumbling a curse under his breath.

….

A few minutes have gone by. Your head was resting on his shoulder peacefully, humming a soft melody.

Wanderer let’s out a soft sigh. You tilt your head to get a close look at his face.

For once he wasn’t frowning. He seemed….vulnerable.

Which was a rare sight for someone with a sharp tongue.

“Give me your hand” he demanded quietly with his hand stretched out towards you while avoiding eye contact.

You raise your eyebrow in confusion but don’t question him. You lace your hand with his.

His hands were really soft for a puppet.

Your body begins lifting away from the tree branch, catching you off guard.

You let out a yelp and use your free arm to wrap around his neck.

Wanderer lets out a smile of amusement

“I thought you said you were over your fear of height?” He mocks you.

“I’m not…this just caught me off guard!”You retorted back defensively.

“Hmph…don’t get used to it. I’m just taking you to a vantage point…how is it?”

You scan the area with your heart pounding against your chest.

You could feel the wind gently breezing against you. The rivers reflecting the bright moon. The flowers dancing with the wind. The leaves blowing off the trees.

“It’s beautiful…thank you…”

“There’s no need to thank me…I see little point in it”

You smile warmly noticing the same redness in his cheeks rising again.

He notices you staring and scoffs.

“What?”

“Nothing! It’s just…you’re blushing!”

Wanderer looks away in embarrassment.

“Say one more thing and I’ll drop you.” He threatens. But theres no real anger in his voice.

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a/n: I love married life with Scara sm like I kept imagining it over and over again like a madman I swear..

pairing: husband! scaramouche x you

The mornings are quiet in the best way.

Sunlight filters through the curtains and paints the room gold. You stretch, feeling the warmth of him beside you before you even open your eyes. His arm is draped over your waist, loose and heavy, the kind of weight that somehow feels like home.

"Morning," he murmurs, lips brushing your temple.

"Morning," you whisper back, half-asleep, smiling even before the day begins.

You move through the routine together. Coffee is poured and sipped in companionable silence. You steal bites of each other’s breakfast. The clink of dishes and the soft hum of music are the soundtrack of a life you love living.

Evenings are slow and warm. He comes home tired, but his smile is always for you. You cook together, bumping into each other, teasing, laughing when something falls or burns. He wipes sauce off your chin, you steal a kiss in return. Dinner ends with your hands entwined across the table, the day melting away in laughter and quiet words.

Sometimes you just sit on the couch, leaning against each other, doing nothing at all. Watching a show neither of you care about, sharing little glances, soft touches, fingers brushing. The comfort is almost sacred, a bubble you never want to break.

Weekends are messier, but perfect. Late mornings, grocery runs, driving nowhere just to chase the sunset. Hoodies get borrowed. Jackets get stolen. Pillows get fought over. You fall asleep together, tangled in blankets and soft warmth, murmuring each other’s names in dreams.

It’s ordinary. It’s perfect. It’s everything.

And then, today, your best friend comes over.

She brings snacks and stories and that familiar energy that always makes the apartment feel bigger. You laugh and tell her about some minor thing from work, and she teases you, nudges your shoulder, pours coffee for the both of you.

It’s easy. It’s normal.

Until you hear yourself say it.

"Scara?" you call softly, almost without thinking.

The sound of his name hits the room like a foreign weight.

Your friend freezes. Her smile falters, just slightly, then fades. She sets her cup down carefully, and moves closer, hesitant.

"What's wrong?" you ask, confused.

She shakes her head, voice low, trembling. "(Name)… you have to move on."

You laugh nervously, thinking it’s a joke. "Move on… from what?"

Her hand finds yours. She's steady and unflinching, but her eyes glisten. "From him," she says quietly.

The words hang in the air, and suddenly the room feels smaller, tighter, as if the walls are closing in.

A cold weight presses into your chest. You blink, not understanding at first. Your mouth opens, closes. Nothing comes out.

"It's… been a year," she continues, voice soft but firm. "You haven't faced it yet, but… he's gone. Scara… he died."

Everything tilts.

You feel your legs weaken. The floor tilts beneath you. The memory hits in flashes: the call, the hospital, the way the world stopped that night—your anniversary, of all days.

"No," you whisper, voice breaking. "That… he…"

Tears spring without warning, hot and sudden. You clutch at the air, at the memory, at the empty house that still smells faintly like him.

Your friend wraps her arms around you, gently, carefully, as if she can somehow keep the pieces from scattering. You cling, desperate, confused, and angry at yourself for feeling so lost so long after it happened.

You feel the ache, sharp and raw, tearing through the quiet normalcy you’ve built for yourself over the past year. The morning kisses, the dinners, the lazy Sundays..they’re all ghosts now, perfect and unreachable.

"(Name).." your friend whispers, and it’s the only anchor you have. "It's okay to let it hurt. You can’t live in what-ifs anymore."

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Midterms are around the corner. The kind of disaster that makes people spiral or disappear. But I finally did it—l asked you if you wanted to study together.

And you smiled. Smiled. Like I offered you something precious instead of a desperate excuse to spend more time with you.

We went to the library, found a corner tucked away from the world. We didn't talk much—there wasn't any need. You were focused, eyes scanning the pages like they were telling you secrets. glanced up at one point and saw you pouting slightly at a particularly annoying paragraph, your lips forming that soft curve.

And I smiled.

Oh how I couldn't help it. You looked unreal. And so real at the same time.

The library was quiet. Not even a whisper from the walls. But somehow, you were still the loudest thing in the room. You always are. You're the noise in my heart, the hum in the silence, the static I can't turn off—and don't want to.

It's been six months since we got close. Half a year of texts, walks, café visits, and glances that said more than our words ever did. And I don't know how I made it this far without blurting it out, but here it is—written down where only I will see it.

l love you.

I don't know when it happened, or maybe it's been happening slowly since that first photography class, but I do. I love the way you see the world. I love the way you talk, and how you listen. I love that you always wear that outfit, and how you hate that one subject but try anyway.

I love that you're you. And I hope, with everything in me, that someday—you'll see me too.

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SYNOPSIS — A quiet journal traces a year of almosts—shared classes, rain-soaked laughter, study sessions, and the ache of noticing too much. Through photos, sketches, and unsent words, a boy learns how love can grow in silence, become art, and fade without ever being named.

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unbeknownst to either group, they both happened to be present at the same karaoke bar. it was a night of fun as they performed to their hearts’ content, knowing that this would likely be the last time they would get to hang out before the semester abruptly ramped up for finals. scaramouche’s fans had been having fun with them, a few of them taking screenshots of xiao after jokingly yelling at scaramouche for gatekeeping him. 

“xiao the comments keep saying you should start streaming too.” childe read the comment out loud.

“we’re not all business majors, i don’t have time for that.” he retorted.

“woah why are we catching strays? i’m not a streamer either!” 

a few hours had gone by, and once everyone was worn out and exhausted, scaramouche decided to end the stream. 

“you’re welcome for me letting you hang out with us today, bye stream.” he stuck his tongue out as he ended the stream. 

“you’re so mean to your fans why do they even like you?” kazuha shook his head with a yawn.

“he must’ve curated a fanbase full of a degenerates who enjoy being degraded.” albedo mused with a chuckle. 

in the back childe was fumbling around searching as the rest of them gathered their stuff and began heading out.

“ok! i found my car keys let’s go.” childe ushered everyone out of the room.

at the same moment, venti was being gently(?) held on to by hu tao and xingqiu, trying to steady him as they led him to their uber.

[name] had been making a quip at venti who was too inebriated to even retort back.

thwack!

“oh my god, i am so sorry.” [name] apologized, turning to see who she bumped into.

“oh! xiao? good to see you man. what are you doing here? waitt, let me guess you’re celebrating that easy exam right?” 

the aforementioned man nodded, “glad to hear you did good too.”

“i still can’t believe how much time i wasted studying without knowing he was gonna make it the easiest thing ever.”

she was about to wave goodbye to him when she noticed the purple-haired man standing behind him. 

“omg! It’s large coffee with two shots of espresso guy!” 

childe snorted, stopping once scaramouche glared at him.

“the name is scaramouche.”

“right, well thank you for the other day, you lowkenuinely saved my life.”

'no way she said lowkenuinely outloud.' hu tao damn near died of second hand embarassment.

“i see, then i was right to think that you were using me.” he sounded a bit amused.

[name] sweatdropped, “well… using is a strong word, let’s say i benefitted from your well timed benevolence.”

the sound of venti groaning could be heard from behind them,

“well, i’ll let you guys get going now, bye xiao, bye scaramouche.” she waved a goodbye, and hurriedly stuffed venti into his uber.

"bye hu tao and friends!" childe waved excitedly.

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extra things

childe and hu tao know one another through a business class their freshman year, they (unsurprisingly) got along quite well, but simply didn't bother maintaining a close friendship, but they're still friendly when they do bump into one another.

✭ Scaramouche x Reader

ׂ╰┈➤ scaramouche is bad at feelings / jealousy issues / scaramouche is called Wanderer

.ೃ࿐ synopsis ; Wanderer is jealous of you spending more time with others, so you talk it out together 😿.

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i’m sleepy i’m tired i’m htting the hay after this

i haven’t posted in like two months but i basically just write when i’m inconvenienced so

also no beta…

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Wanderer’s past has led him to become a jealous person. And jealousy is something that he’s never learned to deal with. Which didn’t help the fact that you’ve been spending a bit more time with others— not leaving much for him.

As a result, he’s been trying to distance himself a bit more. He would divert his attention away from you, trying to shrug off conversations. Like he was trying to leave you before you left him.

But now, it was time to talk. You’re sitting down on your bed with your lover beside you. A dim light illuminates your bedroom, a space of comfort that Wanderer has become well aquatinted with.

His stare shows an irregular expression of vulnerability as he tries to maintain eye contact. Still, the piercing indigo hues show his possessiveness.

It’s also evident in the way he grips your wrist, fingers almost digging into the skin as if you’ll walk away. Of course, you won’t, which you try to tell him through a soft gaze.

He isn’t sure what to make of it— or what to do. It’s new for him. He isn’t used to being reassured like this, to be mannered with so gently.

That’s why he hates it when all he can do is tighten his hold. It hurts a bit.

“Wanderer, please,” you whisper, placing your other hand atop his as if to coax him off. He lets out a quiet breath, taking a second to loosen his grip on your wrist. Carefully, he rubs your skin, most likely as a silent apology for any hurt.

You give him a faint smile, opting to hold his hand instead. An expression of unfamiliarity appears on his face, but he tries not to show it.

“Talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong, how you’re feeling, I’m listening.” You say in the kindest voice you can manage. You know he was jealous because of you spending a lot of time with others lately, but you wanted to hear it from him— everything he felt.

After a breath, he looks at you sternly, and grumbles, “I don’t like what you’ve been doing recently.”

You look at him, asking for more. He sighs.

“You’ve been spending most of your time with others, and not me.” Wanderer adds on shyly.

He looks upset, which you assume is because he doesn’t enjoy being vulnerable like this. He hates it— as if his ego is being crushed.

“I understand,” you tell him. You would’ve been jealous, too. There were times where you were, but they’ve been buried sufficiently.

However, it was time to talk through these problems. You knew from the start that being with someone like the Wanderer would be a bit difficult, but you didn’t mind. He has your utmost devotion, as you have his. There was no doubt that you would do everything to make this work.

Your chest feels heavy as you decide what to say. You think carefully, because this moment was a stepping stone for the both of you.

Although you feel a lot of pressure, you knew you had to speak honestly and from the heart, while also being smart about it.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, I get it.” You smile, adding a teasing hint to your voice to lighten the mood. The atmosphere felt a bit suffocating, but you wanted it to be comfortable. After all, talking like this should be normal, right?

Wanderer huffs, scowling at you playfully. He squeezes your hand while you admire how pretty he looks with his face slightly flushed.

“You sure sound to know a lot,” he scoffs.

“I want to make this work! I’m trying…” You tell him, feeling a bit embarrassed now, too.

He lets out a small laugh, looking at you directly. You then continue with your words,

“I still value time with you the most,” you say, “I just also have other people that I care about.” Once you say that, you notice his expression frown a bit. Yet, both of you know it’s necessary to get through.

“So please, don’t try to avoid me anymore because of your jealousy. That’ll make chasing you hurt me more.”

Wanderer slightly opens his mouth before hesitantly speaking, “I know.”

“…I don’t want you to leave.” He pauses.

“The thought of you leaving me for someone else is—… it sounds simply unbearable.”

His words surprise you— it was hard for him to say such things, and you figured it would be a while more until you got to hear him speak so truthfully. Though, you’re glad that he’s comfortable enough to talk.

“I do trust you… I just can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

Once he says he trusts you, a surge of emotions runs through your body. It causes a gentle smile to emerge along with heat on your cheeks.

He turns his head down, avoiding your eyes. A tender expression makes its way onto your face as your free hand moves to his cheek. His skin feels warm and soft, bringing you comfort.

He squeezes your hand a bit, much more gentler than earlier.

Trust is important— you knew it would be a key to many obstacles. And more than anything, you wanted to be a safe place for him.

You guide his head back up to look at you, and opt to quickly but sweetly kiss his cheek. He doesn’t want to show it, but it makes him feel relieved.

“Don’t think I’ll ever leave you, because I won’t.” You begin, “I’m staying with you forever. You’re the only one for me, Wanderer. I’ll always choose to be with you.”

Heat reaches your palm coming from the skin of his cheek, and you hope your words were alright. He pauses again for a moment.

“…I’ll try to stop being so possessive.” He responds.

“I do want you to be free, and to spend time with others without worry. But I’m not going to lose you,” Wanderer finishes sternly.

For a moment, he runs his hand up to feel yours on his cheek, then slowly glides over your fingers. He lets out a breath as his eyes pierce yours.

“…How about we spend some time together tomorrow? Just the two of us, we can do whatever you’d like.” You suggest, working through the situation.

He nods slowly. “I’ll try to think of something to do.”

“…As long as you’re beside me, I can’t think of anything else that would make it better.” He finishes with a grumble, eyes flickering around the room while his cheeks redden.

Sweet words from Wanderer were rare, but when they came, you appreciated it more than anything. He still has trouble at times, but everything is a process.

You squeeze his cheek a bit, letting out a small giggle when he scowls.

In one motion, you push him down to the bed and hug him. His arms wrap around you as well, allowing the both of you to bask in each other’s affection.

When you cuddle a bit closer, he doesn’t shy away— he buries his head along your collarbone, listening to your heartbeat. A sound he’s grown fond of.

Although there were still many obstacles to get through together, you were both happy to figure everything out with time.

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"You're so annoying." Scaramouche huffed, his arms tight around your waist, cold chest pressed to your back and lips against your shoulder, inhaling your scent.

"You're the one cuddling me." You pointed out.

"I only do it to shut up your pathetic whining every morning whenever I get up." He whispered into your neck, then lazily pulled a blanket on you both.

You snickered. "I think it's the other way around. I risk getting late just so you don't start throwing a tantrum about not being given enough love."

He didn't respond.

You shuffled closer to him. "Y'know, I would've appreciated a proper "good morning"."