JUST FOR YOU

JUST FOR YOU

summary : Xiao is in no need for mortal gifts , but you are an exception

pairing : xiao x reader

genre: fluff

warnings : not proofread , they're dumb and in love.

a/n: grumpy men with soft spots are my fav

It had been a week since you had seen xiao. You had gone on an adventure to Fountaine for a suddenly scheduled commission and hadn't had the chance to say goodbye in person , resorting to a hastily written letter left on the Wangshu Inn balcony under a plate of " apology tofu" .

You hummed a tune you had learned from a bard in Fountaine as you walked up the stairs of the inn , waving and Verr Goldet and returning her greetings. " Xiao!" you half yelled , calling out to your favorite adeptus . You looked around the balcony , finding noone . Not a trace of the yaksha. Sighing in disappointment u leaned over the railing of the balcony , relaxing your shoulders ,glass bottles clinking together in your backpack.

A soft woosh was heard behind you and you immediately perked up " Xiao!" you grinned . "You called? " he said , his voice had a new edge to it , he was looking directly at you , there was something soft in his eyes . " Did u miss me?" you asked , taking off your backpack and leaving it on the ground , taking a few steps closer to xiao. He didn't move away , instead he looked away " you left a note" he said , trying to dismiss your accusations unsuccessfully. " mhm and i kept my promise! i brought you some stuff! " you said , reaching for your backpack.

He took the box from you and inspected it , his joy at the gift was thinly veiled , but enough to slip past your detection. " Thank you " he whispered softly , you barely heard it but you looked at him with slight shock ."what?" . " Thank you " he said slightly louder , refusing to meet your eyes as he put the bracelet on his wrist . When he finally looked up from his hands , in what felt like ages , your eyes met. The silence between you both felt like it stretched on for years , tension thick as your both began to subconsciously move closer to eachother. He suddenly cleared his throat and looked away , disappearing into a cloud of green and black, leaving you there , confused.

You took out a single bottle of Fonta and a small velvet box , holding the bottle out to him with a smile . He just looked at it , confused," i have no need for mortal-"

" shut up and take it ."

" excuse me?"

" i brought it for you , try it ?" you asked , trying to convince him with sparkles in your eyes. He felt himself start to relent.

" no"

" Xiaooo" You whined slightly

" no" he looked away , slight pink dusting his cheeks at this point.

" please?" you said , moving slightly to be in his line of sight. He sighed in fake annoyance. " Fine. Just a sip though" He said , taking the bottle from you and taking a small sip.

" sooo?" You asked , excited to know his response.

" its..it is bearable" he said taking another sip from it , to your obvious delight.

Now that he had tasted the Fonta , you held out the velvet box with slight nervousness that he caught onto . "Well , there is this too , its a bracelet..I found the pearls when i went diving" You smiled tentatively ,opening the box to reveal a bracelet and awaiting his response. " A bracelet?" he breathed , " yea I... they're transoceanic pearls " you said , the pit in your stomach growing slightly at his lack of expressions did he not like it? .

The next time you saw him , it was 2 days later , on an expedition in Dihua Marsh. His face was slightly red as he approached you . " I made you...an adepti amulet.." his voice wavering very slightly " It is to ward off evil" . You smiled , accepting the gift , " Thank you Xiao" . " Its for your hair " he said , watching you as you put it on , his cheeks growing warmer by the second. Your smile grew as you saw his hand , clutching his spear . He was wearing your bracelet.

thank you <3 xiao in the new event quest is my end fr <3

the thing about isekai is

scaramouche x gn!reader

when waking up in a place once thought to be fictional, most people would try to find a way back to their own world. you, however, find your favorite character and tell him how much you adore him.

isekai, fluff

The thing about being isekai’d into Teyvat is that the first thing you’ll do is find your favorite person and tell him how important he is.

“People… love me?”

You laugh, not the mocking sort of laugh, no. This one is light and airy, like cotton drifting through the air, your soft voice tinkling like chimes in the wind.

“Yes, a lot of us do!” You grin, bright as the sun rising through the horizon. “Do you know how many people would kill to be in my position? All of us…” you sigh, a nostalgic sort of smile on your lips. “All of us really adore you.”

He looks away, tugging his hat down to his face. Hah, did you really expect him to believe your words so easily? Though he is curious, which isn’t to say he believes your outrageous claims, but…

“Tell me more about this… scaranation you’ve been rambling about.”

Clapping your hands in delight, you go on a rant about the many people in this community you speak of. Fans you, say—of his. It’s difficult to accept your words, but the content itself—hearing about the amount of people who’ve squandered money for him, who waited years for him, who apparently think he’s worthy of being loved—it’s not… unpleasant.

“Hmph. I’ve heard enough.” No, he hasn’t. He wants to hear more, wants to know more, wants to see these people with his own eyes, wants to understand why you look at him like he hung the stars with his own hands. All crinkled eyes and a smile that you can’t seem to wipe from your face.

However…

“Scara-nation, really?”

You snicker. “Most of us got too used to calling you Scaramouche.”

He crosses his arms. “I’ve long since let go of that name.”

“I know.” Then, a delighted look crosses your face that instantly sends him on edge. “Wait til you hear what people named you.”

“…Do I even want to?”

You laugh. “Probably not, but just know I named you Baby.”

He levels you with an unimpressed glare. “Baby? Baby? Do I look like a child to you?”

“Some would say you do, in fact—”

He grumbles through your explanation, occasionally making barbed comments, especially when you reached the part where people apparently wrote stories about him. How outrageous and odd and… flattering, though the world would sooner burn before he admits it.

Mostly, though, he remains quiet, absorbing everything you had to say about how others viewed him and the lengths they’ve gone to… make him come home? Whatever that meant.

Sitting in the shade of a tree with you and listening to your strange tales feels almost nice, in a way the kabukimono of his past would have described it.

“I cried, y’know? Absolutely bawling my eyes out and snot coming out of my nose when I lost the fifty-fifty! I had to spend money, which wasn’t much compared to the others who spent, like, thousands for you. And did you know…”

The Wanderer didn’t realize it, but there’d been a faint smile on his lips the entire time.

archons ft. reincarnation

venti, zhongli, raiden ei x gn!reader

summary: you were dead—until you appeared again hundreds of years later, that same smile on your lips that made them fall for you centuries ago.

word count: 4.6k

note: first time posting my work on tumblr!

warning/s: spoilers for venti’s story quest and raiden shogun’s story quest act i & ii, angst, brief descriptions of past character death (reader)

part 2

VENTI

Venti’s fingers glide through the strings of his lyre, the perpetually gloomy weather exacerbating the melancholic undertone of his song.

“The outside world…” you muse, sitting beside your bard of a friend, watching the towering castle in the distance where your possessive god resides. “I wonder what it’s like.”

Small, melodic bells chime from your shoulder. You turn your head in order to face the wind spirit you call a friend. His little face is scrunched up, as if he’s regaling you tales of the scenery beyond Mondstadt. You don’t understand him, none of you do, but you indulge him with a smile anyway.

“Mhm. Oh, is that so? Yeah, I think so too. That seems lovely!” He bobs his head in agreement with your words, and you laugh at the adorable sight. You return your gaze to the castle by the distance, a wistful look in your eyes. “I’d like to see it one day. I bet the sky is so blue and the lands stretch on for miles and miles until you lose sight of the other end. The weather would be warmer too, because the sun would always be out.”

The little wind sprite lets out a tinkling sound. You don’t know what he’s trying to tell you, but you pretend that you do.

“Yeah. I wonder if the grass is greener outside of Mondstadt. It must be. There wouldn’t be constant rain over there so the plants won’t always be so damp and mushy. The sky must be full of birds, all of them just flying freely without a care in the world.”

Your bard of a friend listens quietly to your musings, now playing a softer song with his lyre. In contrast, your little spirit friend circles around your head, chiming something and pointing to the castle in the distance with his little hood.

For once, you think you understand what he’s trying to say. “Lord Decarabian, huh?” Something in you brews uncomfortably as you mention your god, so you try to lighten the atmosphere, “I don’t think he’ll agree even if we ask very nicely.”

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it’s early in the morning when lyney wakes up—a habit he developed from being a fatuus.

however, you on the other hand, were sleeping as soundly as ever.

the sun is beaming throughout his room, illuminating all the small crevices of your face for only him to see. light flows around the entire room, but it mainly seems to be focusing on you.

his finger lightly brushed the apple of your cheek as you calmly sleep. it moves throughout your face, from tracing your cheek to tracing your jawline. and then—lyney gets too carried away with himself—his finger brushes your bottom lip carefully, making sure not to wake you.

you still for a while, until you don’t. you turn your body to face lyney.

“stop that,” you mumble.

lyney jumps back, partially because: one, he didn’t know you were awake, and two, you moved and your eyes were still closed.

lyney goes to apologize, but you cut him off, “the bunnies need to go in the hat.”

um, what?

lyney shifts himself closer to you, watching as your eyelids dart back and forth. your hands are slightly moving as well, almost as if they’re trying to grab something.

“get back in here,” you slur, still making grabbing motions with your hands. “lyney is gonna be mad if you don’t get back in the hat.”

oh? so you’re dreaming about him?

lyney can’t help but smirk to himself. you’re dreaming about him. throughout his entire life, lyney never imagined himself being dreamed about. in all honesty, he never imagined himself having someone that would dream about him, at all.

yet, here you are. lyney wonders to himself: what is he doing in your dream? is he berating you for letting the bunnies go? he hopes that isn’t the case, since lyney couldn’t even imagine himself raising his voice at you. did he let the bunnies go himself?

he raises a hand to touch you again, but this time, you catch his wrist in your hands. did you wake up? how could you do that without even opening your eyes?

“got you,” lyney could hear the satisfaction in your voice. he knows you’re referring to the bunnies, but he would like to think that you’re referring to him.

“you got me,” lyney quietly smiles. you’ve got me always. lyney uses his free hand to brush over your features once again, simply admiring the lovely sight that was next to him in bed. it’s still marveling how he’s managed to get someone like you.

he gently moves your head—it’s a small move, so small and so light that you’re still fast asleep—and he takes his time to fully soak in your light. the sun is still shining over you. even when sleeping, you still look radiant.

lyney sighs. you say that you got him, but really, he got you (somehow). he feels as though he was yours before you were ever his. lyney plants a small kiss on the corner of your lips before he shufles back into bed with you.

“lyney?” you groggily move. uh oh. this time, lyney has a feeling you’re actually awake.

your hand is still on his wrist, yet the grip feels looser than it did before. however, before you could let go, lyney holds your hand in place.

“shh,” lyney gently strokes your eyebrow, “it’s all dream,” he assures you.

lyney smiles as he watches your eyes flutter shut, and as you inch closer to him when you fall asleep. you’re resting on his shoulder now, your warm engulfing him in all the best ways.

he cannot wait to remind you of this dream when you wake up.

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Part 1 • 2 • 3

sleepyhead. (version two.)

in which you can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, at the most unconventional of places, which is how the traveller and paimon find out about your relationship with him.

pairing. alhaitham, lyney x gn reader

tags. fluff, slight(?) crack, established relationship

notes. i wanted to write an alhaitham & lyney part for this idea that day but got tired so i dIDNT but here they are <3 also mightve sorta gotten carried away at lyneys part...

neuvillette & scaramouche vers.

“Paimon's so tired she could sleep for days,” Paimon complains, flopping against Lumine's shoulder. She points at someone off to the side. “Like that person over there! Paimon doesn't know why they don't just go inside their house to sleep, though.”

Lumine turns, curious. And there you were, slumped in the corner of the porch, clutching a lunchbox in one hand with a few books balancing atop it.

“Wait, isn't that Alhaitham's house??”

It was.

“Why's some random person sleeping on Alhaitham's front door? Let's go check them out!” Suddenly re-energized, Paimon floats over to your sleeping body.

You donned the uniform of an Akedemiya scholar, and on closer inspection, the books you held were on a variety of topics. Architecture, astrology, marine biology...? Lumine was vaguely reminded of Layla.

“We should wake them up. Alhaitham surely won't be happy to find someone in front of his house like this.” Paimon then glances around surreptitiously, voice lowering into a hushed whisper. “Plus, if they wake up when Kaveh comes home...”

Lumine sighs, giving your shoulder a gentle shake. You don't stir, not one bit. She moves to try again, crouching down to your level when—

“Don't.”

Paimon shrieks.

“Don't scare Paimon like that!” she whines, whirling around to face Alhaitham.

Lumine stands herself, tilting her head to the side curiously. Paimon asks the question for her. “Why not? Do you know them? Don't tell me you're friends — Paimon thought you didn't have any friends! Ahem. No offence.”

“None taken,” he says.

The most oddest thing happens then. He stoops down, a hand around your back, the other supporting your legs. He picks you up easily, and you only snuggle closer toward his chest, as if on instinct.

“Help me pick their things up. Thank you.”

“Wait, so you know them?” Paimon chirps in, filling the silence with ease as Alhaitham unlocks the door, allowing everyone inside.

Alhaitham nods. “I do. In fact, we are partners.”

“Like, in work or...?”

“As in romantically.”

Lumine studies the position the both of you were in. Your head buried in his chest, his arms tight around your figure. He raises an eyebrow, ever so slightly challenging, and she decides to say nothing. Aw, it seemed Alhaitham did have a heart.

Paimon shrieks, again. “You?! You're dating someone? How?!”

“Please keep your volume down,” he tells her, setting you on the couch softly. With an imperceptibly fond glance thrown your way, he admits you do not get a lot of sleep.

“Oh, sorry!” Paimon whispers. “But — but how?”

Alhaitham shrugs, the picture of nonchalance, but there is a tilt in his lip that hadn't been there before. “I have been told I make a good pillow.”

“Lyney's so cool, Paimon wonders how he does all his tricks!” Paimon gushes. The praise is not unfounded — that performance still had Lumine's head whirling. Paimon hums, “Do you think he'll tell us if we asked? He did so the last time...”

She shrugs in reply. It was worth a shot.

“Then let's go find him!!”

They turn backwards, walking down the steps toward the backstage — Lyney and Lynette would definitely be there still. The Opera House had already been cleared of anybody minutes ago, awestruck audience leaving the scene babbling away about the show.

Except for one last person.

Paimon frowns, pointing at someone in the front row seats. You're curled up in the cushy chair, fast asleep. Paimon tutts. “How could someone fall asleep during Lyney's show? It was so good!”

Lumine shushes her. There wasn't any need to comment about anyone else. They had to find Lyney, after all.

“Lyney!!” Paimon calls, peeking a head in. “You have to tell Paimon how you did those tricks!”

The magician in question turns, smile widening at the sight of them. “And if it isn’t my two most loyal fans! I'm afriad I must disappoint you, a magician never reveals his secrets.”

“Hello, Lumine, Paimon,” Lynette greets them. “We're about to have lunch at the cafe. Would you like to join us?”

“Food!” Paimon squeals, eyes shining now. She nods eagerly.

Lyney laughs smoothly. “Let's be off then! We mustn't let my darling be waiting too long. If not, they might just asleep.”

“That reminds Paimon! There was someone sleeping in the front row — the front row!” Paimon huffs, kicking her feet. “So rude! Your show definitely wasn't boring enough to sleep through.”

At this, Lyney and Lynette share a glance. Lumine doesn't comment on it, for Paimon's already on another spiel.

You're still asleep, curled up in the same cat-like way as before. Paimon points at you, mouth parted to speak, but Lyney beats her to the punch, shushing her.

“Let me,” he says.

“Erm, what's he doing?”

Lynette sighs. “Being a dumbass.”

Lyney cups your cheek with his palms, pressing a kiss to your nose. (“Does he do this with everyone who falls asleep??” Paimon asks, almost horrified.) He smiles, something softer, something sweeter than Lumine's ever seen him smile. “Rise and shine, mon ange.”

Your eyes crack open. At the sight of him, you avert your gaze.

“I'm sorry I fell asleep during your show,” you murmur regretfully.

He shakes his head. “Nevermind that, darling. Did you sleep well?”

“To the sound of your voice?” you ask, voice lilting, almost enchanting. “Perfectly.”

He flushes. Like an honest to god blush. Even Paimon is struck dumb at the sight.

“You flatter me,” he laughs, helping you out of your seat. His gaze never seems to leave yours.

“I can't help it.” You pout. The two of you seem to be in your own world at this point. “It's not my fault my boyfriend has the most soothing voice.”

“Wait. BOYFRIEND?!”