Yandere Genshin Men Memes

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ YANDERE WANDERER ꒱ ˎˊ˗ soft yan wanderer

ow oow..he love u too much !!

✧ warnings — fem !! reader, soft yanderer wanderer,, light mention of NSFW, slightly coercive attitude, Unhealthy relationships <3 . ✧ a/n — ..this character is so complicated..(that's why I love him lol) So there might be some discrepancy with canon. I translated from my native language to English, so there will be some mistakes.. tell me if you see any//

✧ How did he realize his feelings? How quickly did it happen?

You first crossed paths on the Street in Sumeru. Daydreaming, you accidentally bumped into the Wanderer. Automatically apologizing, you smiled slightly and walked on. You didn't see the face of the man who had the misfortune of crossing your path. But he remembered yours.

At another time, the Wanderer would have called out to the absent-minded passerby and expressed his displeasure at his inattention, but this time, for some reason, he didn't feel the desire to ruin someone's mood. Following his gaze as you disappeared around the corner, he was surprised to feel something strange, half-forgotten inside himself…

"No, I'm not going to get involved in this," - the former Number Six of the Fatui Harbingers shook his head decisively.

Yes, he decided to live like a human. But that doesn't mean he wants to go through the same pain as before. Perhaps the Wanderer would have forgotten this meeting over time… even the gods do not know the answer to this question. Or, on the contrary, they decided to remind him what it is like to love?..

The second time he saw you was at a doll-making workshop. You were not from Sumeru and decided to bring home such an interesting souvenir, and he just wanted to make a doll similar to the one he once had. The workshop lasted for several days. You did not even look in the Wanderer's direction, all the time thinking about something of your own, but he did not take his eyes off you. On the third day, the Wanderer began to get angry not only at himself, for making the same mistakes as he once did, becoming attached to a mortal man, but also at you, for not noticing him.

Although, unlike the other people he once loved, you did not give him anything, but for some reason your opinion of him seemed important to him. On the fourth day, the Wanderer could not stand such inattention to his person and began to cough loudly and demonstratively. You looked up at him in confusion:

Be healthy, - you said politely and again looked away from the young man. The Archons see that if the Wanderer were not a puppet, he would choke on this!.. On what?.. Even on the same air!..

For the first time, he saw that someone did not care about him so much. Especially someone he deigned to be interested in. The fifth day was the last day of the master class. Realizing that if he did not do anything now, it would never work out, the Wanderer approached and casually asked:

"Hmm… what is your name?" - You said your name.

"And yours?.."

"Wanderer."

"I see. Excuse me, I need to go." - You turned around to leave the place where the master class was being held. The young man who approached you, apparently to get acquainted, was very handsome in appearance: thick blue-black hair, indigo eyes, delicate features… it was hard to imagine a man as beautiful as Wanderer. But something about him repulsed you… perhaps his manner of speech?..

"Where are you going? hmh.I hope your majesty, you don't mind if I go with you..It wasn't a question."

"I don't need you." - you sighed, I looked at him questioningly.

"What, really?.. Just look at yourself. Thin arms, no weapon. Where are you going to stick your nose in?.."

"In any case, it's none of your business, and it's better to go alone than with a boor like you!.."

"Am I boor? I'm just telling the truth, and if someone doesn't like listening, that's their problem."

"You're right, of course, but if I don't like listening, no one can make me believe otherwise."

"I see."

Wanderer chuckled. His interest in you grew even stronger. The former "balladeer" didn't understand what it was about you that he liked so much, both the first time and now. The first time you didn't talk, so it wasn't the so-called "intelligence." Beauty?.. yes, you're quite nice, but he's seen many prettier ones. The human world is full of mysteries.

The old Scaramouche wouldn't have looked for answers to all these questions. Did he like you?.. great. If you don't want to follow him yourself, he'll kidnap you. He's the Harbinger, who has subordinates and a million ways to keep you locked up. But that's not the case now. It's not even that he's no longer a member of Fatui, it's just that he's become different. He decided that he wanted to absolve himself of all his sins, but how could he do that if he kidnapped someone, even if, one might say, out of scientific interest?.. he needs to think of something else. Maybe he would tell Nahida about it, or, if she was busy, the Traveler.

After listening attentively to Wanderer, the goddess of Wisdom gave him a book.

"All about etiquette: a complete set of rules for social and business communication,"

"Is she kidding? ahh"

He read the book and found out that it was customary to address strangers as "you." It turned out that it was not very nice to start an acquaintance with rudeness even with a simple person, and even more so if you liked him… but it couldn't be that you rejected him, Wanderer, just because he was a little abrupt!..

✧ How jealous is he? How will he deal with his rivals?

He really doesn't like it when you care about someone more than him. However, the smart Wanderer will never arrange a massacre just like that. Although, is it necessary his given inclinations?.. Yes, he can knock a person down so much that it seems better to hit him a couple of times… In Sumeru, they talk about you as a strange couple: a dreamer with thoughts as light as the wind, and an angry kitten, ready to sink his little teeth into the throat of anyone who dares to look at her.

However, Wanderer may seem like a harmless kitten only to a person who has never encountered him. And soon it will become clear to everyone that the "kitten" is not as weak as he seems. Wanderer sharp tongue will quickly do its job. Your admirers will not dare to approach you. At least in his presence.

If someone bothers you too much, Wanderer despite having decided to start a new life, will go to extremes. Oh no, he won't kill that person. He'll just gouge out their eyes. If this guy doesn't understand that it's not nice to look at other people's loved ones, he'll have to show him that. Well, at least this way he'll never make the same mistake again!

✧ Would he kidnap you?

The old Scara, as mentioned above, would kidnap you without a second thought. But now he knows he can't do that. Maybe if your relationship lasts long enough for him to feel he has the right to control you, he'll restrict you a little: make you quit your job and stay home, demand that you come home by nine o'clock and not talk to people he doesn't like.

But if you kindly remind him that you're not his thing, he'll have no choice but to roll his indigo eyes and accept that you're not going to do his bidding.

✧ What are his rules?

First of all, you must not love anyone but him, just as he loves no one but you. That's the most important thing. He also wants you to accompany him wherever he goes - that's the only way he can be sure that you won't cheat on him. He's generally very fanatical about you being faithful to him as a lover should be. Wanderer knows himself well: if he's betrayed again, he won't be able to return to atone for his sins.

✧ What does his behavior look like?

Everyone has a friend or acquaintance who likes to say nasty things, grumble, say that he will never help an idiot like you, and then help in a way that even the most polite and courteous people will not help. So. This friend is Wanderer

He can scold you a hundred times for allowing yourself to be deceived, but you will be sure that your offender will not get off with a light fright.

He can declare a thousand times that he doesn’t care about people, they have too many useless functions that only get in the way in life, but you will always find your favorite food at home. He can tell you a million times that you're a complete idiot, but if someone else says it… oh, man, are you completely tired of living?.. Wanderer believes that he is in a special position and has the right to tell you whatever he wants, but he will react extremely aggressively if someone else thinks the same.

✧ Affection?

As for showing affection… well, he…

Actually, it's touching. Yes, touching. It's not always nice, but touching. It can be a little rough, but it's not intentionally rough, he would NEVER hurt you. You hear me? Never.

Damn it. He'll pick you flowers in Gandharva while he's quietly cursing under his breath about how childish it is, he'll braid your hair or squeeze your hand roughly to make sure you're with him, next to him, and you won't go anywhere. That kind of connection is incredibly intimate, if you think about it. It's a connection on a very deep level, it's love. So everything he does, whether it's nice or not for you, is an expression of love.

He's always with you, even when you don't notice. In the Sumeru bazaar, in the forest, or somewhere in the academy, you always sneak a glimpse of that kasa hat.

✧ What kind of punishment does he use?

Do you really think that he was going to punish you by beating you, or (even worse!) by stabbing you?.. Do you really think that the wanderer doesn't respect you at all?! Doesn't love you at all?? Of course, he can do it, but he won't do it. He doesn't need extra problems when he has gained the trust of the traveler and Nahida. And the second reason.. Believe me, his love for you is eternal and deeper than the roots of Irminsul himself.. As I already said, he will not hurt you. But, he can ignore you for a long time when you have enraged him too much (but he gives up after 5 minutes)

Oh.. Are you one of those "sweet lovers"?.. Great! In that case, why don't you, say, court Wanderer?.. He doesn't ask for anything complicated: Be with him 27/8, don't talk to anyone except him and maybe, Durin, and… ah, really, you shouldn't complain: The former Fatui already allowed you everything that his previous version would have forbidden!.. Believe me, he just wants to be loved, after all, 500 years of apostasy and hatred have borne fruit..

Ah, so you're one of those "mean lovers"?.. Little wretch! For this, you deserve an even more terrible punishment than that. So, you'll have to sleep in the same bed with him and kiss your puppet for a long time before going to bed… If you don't agree to this, Wanderer will decide to a little bit caress you down below. And you won't be able to avoid this in any way..

Imagine, just you, him and your cozy bed! Wanderer was not born yesterday and has a full understanding of human.. Desires. No matter how much the Wanderer hates human sins, you remain his weakness. Wanderer knows, and has even seen how people succumb to the embrace of lust, and if you are his sweet lover, why don't you do it together? trust me, he will satisfy you properly

✧ What happens if you get sick?

Wanderer will tell you a lot of things while you're sick. For example, that only an idiot could go out without a hat, knowing that it would rain, and you is quite sick and can easily catch something. And also that the human body is very weak in principle, so you shouldn't have gone anywhere at all, just like he said… but at the same time he will surround you with pillows, feed you with a spoon, buy you sweets and make you tea.

One day, when he will be adjusting the blanket at night, you will wake up and, in your sleep, say that such behavior makes him human…

✧ How much does he need your love?

Initially, Wanderer didn't want to experience feelings that usually hurt people, but when he admitted that he was in love, he realized that there was no point in being afraid anymore. Everything that could happen has already happened, and nothing can be done about it.

And since he loves you, it would be desirable for you to love him too. And if Wanderer can't open the door to your heart, he will try to achieve at least a tolerant attitude towards himself. However, this will never be enough for him. He wants his feelings to be reciprocated.

✧ Views on family

Family… such a forgotten and alien word for him. The wanderer used to have a family 500 years ago, but he doesn't want to remember it, and he won't dare tell you about it, he doesn't want to scare you off.. About children, girl, do you really think that a puppet can impregnate you? It's funny. But if you really get close, Wanderer will treat you like a family member. In order not to offend you, over time he will moderate his ardor and become less harsh in his judgments.

But if you don't need him, and you are simply forced to be near him… he will treat you not as a thing, no. If you put a thing, it stands there. And you, more like a pet. You tell him: don't climb there, and he climbs. You tell him: don't eat this, and he eats. You tell him: don't bother this person, and he bothers. Usually, of course, a pet is perceived as part of the family, but it is unknown whether Wanderer will put so highly someone whom he considers so inferior to himself.

✧ What kind of pet-names does he use?

Well…he doesn't like to use pet-names like "sweety pie" or "my bunny", etc.. Even the puppet like him gets sick of it. But the Wanderer often uses poetic nicknames towards you. He can compare you to characters from books or heroes of famous paintings.

And you have a surprisingly large number of such "second names": each time he calls you differently, depending on the situation and your behavior. For example, if you are a night owl and don't like to sleep at night, he calls you "Selena" in honor of the moon goddess, if you prefer airy, light-colored clothes, he can compare you to an angel, and so on.

Wanderer is very protective of you, because he considers you the only person who can accept him as he is. And, you can be sure, he will do everything to not lose you.. Not after what he went through..

"But you are not angry, are you, my Persephone?.."

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ OH MY SWEET GIRL..꒱ ˎˊ˗ wanderer

Wanderer never thought about people in such a vicious and obscene aspect… but as for you, everything is completely different.

✧ warnings — NSFW. fem ! reader, cuniculingus, fingering, xenophilia (reader) , gentle sex, just fluff at the end, ✧ minors do not interact. !! ✧ a/n — my dears, sorry in advance for my English, I wrote everything in my native language and translated. enjoy!

Hah.. Wanderer for all 500 years of life, full of resentment, anger at the whole world and people, he can't even think that he will look with such adoration at a simple mortal girl like you.. so worried about your pleasure, so tenderly stroke and cherish, all this was so vicious.. But so nice, damn nice.

But now, you are awkwardly lying on your small bed, in only stockings with a belt, and the wanderer is hanging over you, without the usual white haori, in only black gloves and a thin turtleneck, a tight-fitting structurally puppet body. So pleasant for your eyes. The wanderer made a cheerful hum when he noticed how you embarrassedly covered your chest with both hands, what a ridiculous innocent gesture.. He thought, grinning, intercepts your thin wrists, lowering your hands to the sides.

"It took me just one second to get a good look at you", - He whispers and you blush again.

"So why be shy when it's pointless?"

You nod hesitantly. The Wanderer closes his eyes, listening to the sensations, and carefully pulls back the fabric of your panties, running his finger along your hot, wet folds. You exhale loudly, digging your nails into his shoulder and barely holding back an intermittent moan when he presses his fingertips onto your most sensitive spots.

"We haven't even started yet, and you're already at your peak."

The Wanderer speaks up again, penetrating you with two fingers, lightly massaging your excited clitoris with his thumb. You moan muffledly, willingly responding to his actions, and try to press as close as possible in order to fully enjoy the moment. Archons…his fingers, how long have you been waiting for this, these fingers are so thin and long, moving so quickly but gently inside you that you want to choke!

"Its just…You…" - You answer on an exhale and scream when he reaches the sweetest point inside you with one sharp movement.

"..The first one who makes you embarrassed literally every minute?"

Not wanting to hear your obvious answer, the puppet pulled you into a short kiss on the lips.

Unexpectedly for himself, the Wanderer gently tucked a strand of your loose hair behind your ear, pulling wet fingers out of you, You whined resentfully when you felt emptiness inside. You let out a light sigh when the Wanderer left an air kiss between your breasts, going down, leading the road of kisses. You nervously watched him, breathing heavily.

"Mhm.."

He left a soft kiss on your pubis, and settled between your spread thighs, looking into your eyes, peering into your face with his indigo eyes that shone under the moonlight, he looked at your face, every hollow to the smallest detail, as if he was seeing it for the last time.. The puppet slightly spread your thighs with two hands in black gloves, his gaze went lower, looking at your warmth, without lust, without any rudeness.

Wanderer let out a raspy sigh, giving you the cold touch of his lips over your stomach and lower, he stopped to kiss your groin before moving lower.

"Haha..So fragile...Adorable"

A soft smile appeared on your flushed face, hearing such words from someone like him was so strange and so foreign, these words and touch.. like a soft breeze enveloping you. The wanderer, staring into your eyes, drinking in your adoration, his tongue darted out, tracing the delicate line of your slit. A soft moan escaped your trembling lips. Emboldened by these sounds, he plunged deeper, swirling around your sensitive clit before exploring the depths of your warmth inside.

He savored every reaction, every shudder and gasp, marveling at your trust. Time seemed to blur as he continued his caresses, alternating gentle circles and firmer strokes. To be honest, the wanderer had never experienced such an intimate feeling for mortals, and now, he did not feel such "arousal". But he did not deny at all that he knew perfectly well how everything was arranged, do you think this puppet does not know how to properly satisfy his woman?..

Lost in the throes of love, he admired the trust and vulnerability imprinted on your face. Never did he imagine that his hands, which were elbow-deep in the blood of innocent and not only people, could bring such delight to someone as refined as you. he gently stroked your sides, devouring you with tenderness and passion. Undoubtedly, his love for you was deeper than the bottomless oceans.

The Wanderer buried his face even deeper in your warmth as if he had devoured the most delicious food (even if he didn't feel hungry), slightly squelching and wet sounds filled your small room, but apparently, this didn't bother the Puppet at all, on the contrary.. He stopped the movement of the tongue and look at you with cloudy indigo eyes, rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb.

"Yes..please don't stop.."

"Oh my sweet girl.."

You rolled your eyes, everything around you became cloudy and dizzy, you threw your head back, allowing yourself the audacity to press your hand to his indigo hair, when the Wanderer settled down again between your spread legs. Your languid sighs changed to loud moans, or rather, even screams?

The puppet slowed down for a moment, hearing such sounds from you, he smiled slightly.. He was used to hearing screams of horror and despair, but hearing screams of pleasure and admiration from you is something completely different. The wanderer immediately increased the intensity of his caresses with his tongue, pushing you closer to the cherished edge.

"Im gonna..O-Ohh"

"Mfhh.."

The quiet creak of your old bed rushes through the room, mixing with muffled splashing sounds, smacking and intermittent moans, squeezing all the space into a vacuum, leaving only the two of you and nothing else. As if the world around does not exist at all, only his icy skin in contrast to yours, wet and hot.

You press your hips closer to his tongue, hold his hair, and scream loudly. How good it is that the wanderer does not need to breathe.

Feeling your fingers unconsciously tighten from the approaching orgasm, you let out a loud, slightly painful cry. The muscles inside you contract, pulsating noticeably, and you throw your head back onto the pillow, trying to catch your breath. The wanderer leaves his tongue on your crotch a little longer, and growls muffled, burying his nose in your pubis. You laugh quietly when he crawls up to you, ruffling your hair and he softly kisses your swollen lips, intertwining your fingers

Wanderer himself, slowly lay down on your chest, right where the youe heart is, which, by the way, is beating very fast. He heard this sound for the first time, before that he could only fantasize about how a human heart beats, so he was in no hurry to get up or disturb this rare idyll for both of you.

"You so loud, it's ringing in my ears..and how are you not ashamed..mm?."

Puppet raised his head and slyly looked into your eyes. You understood perfectly well that you were all disheveled, red, and the puppet felt great and after a while was ready for the second round. Wanderer lightly flicked you on the nose, then laying down on your chest.

"And now let me lie down for a bit. Your heart is about to give away all your secrets, beauty.."

i love him

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE TELL ME IM NOT THE ONLY ONE

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✧ Hello everyone on my acc, before you subscribe to me I want to say and warn that there will be NSFW content here, as well as ANGST, sometimes I will post funny things and pictures from Pinterest / share cases from my life. English is not my native language (in general, I'm Russian girl lol) and I use a translator, so if you find errors in the text, let me know!

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WHAT I CAN WRITE

✧ Yandere characters

✧ fem!reader and fem!characters

✧ Dark Content [ Sans the topics listed in the next category. ]

✧ Reader Insert

✧ Gender Neutral Reader

✧ Oneshots/Scenarios/Headcannons

✧ Poly relationships [ why not?]

✧ Fluff/Comfort

✧ Hurt/Comfort

✧ NSFW

✧ Reader with a certain personality trait [ e.g. shy, cold ]

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE

✧ Suicide. No? just no.

✧ Male Reader. Sorry guys, but I will write exclusively about a female reader.

✧ I will absolutely not write for incest / stepcest, p*dophilia (obvs 💀), scat/piss kink, daddy kink, ddlg, petplay. I will add more based on changes.

✧ I absolutely won't write for any character who carries the appearance of a child regardless of age (ex, qiqi, nahida, etc) cause it's disgusting.

✧ Omegaverse (do I need to explain?)

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

[ The names in bold signify characters that I'm most interested in writing.]

──── ✧ GENSHIN IMPACT

✧ al haitham, scaramouche/wanderer, dottore, shikanoin heizou, kaedehara kazuha, aether, dainsleif, kinich, diluc, cyno, zhongli, , kaveh, neuvillette, wriothesley, il capitano, arlecchino, navia , lumine , nin guang , raiden ei.

✧ please feel free to ask questions (if you've followed all my rules)

✧please try to understand, I'm new to writing, assnd serious topics will be hard for me to write,

✧ please be patient, I need a lot of time to write something, and check for errors, and formatting!

✧ I may not go to Tumblr for some time, thereby ignoring requests, this is due to my school debts(..

MY COMPLATED WORKS

✧ ARLECCHINO

burn for me - arlecchino and fem reader 18+

✧ IL DOTTORE

dottore with wife! reader 18+

✧ WANDERER

wanderer ˗ oh sweet girl.. 18+

̗wanderer - yandere

wanderer - that beautiful night 18+

✧ BALLADEER

yandere scaramouche - your gentle madness pt 1 pt 2

scaramouche - you are a light of eyes of mine

✧YOU HAVE ENTERED TEYVAT

you got into teyvat

✧ HEADCANONS

headcanon - his kisses (wriothesley,neuvillette,Kinich,wanderer,razor)

✧ VOICE LINES - ABOUT Y/N

voice lines - about you (wanderer, ayato, tartaglia, albedo, dainsleif)

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SPECIAL COLLECTION NSFW ALPHABET WITH YOUR LOVERS! (the list of characters will be updated)

✧ WANDERER - NSFW ALPHABET

✧ DOTTORE - IN WRITING..

✧ SCARAMOUCHE - NSFW ALPHABET

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ HIS KISSES꒱ ˎˊ˗ wriothesley, neuvillette, kinich, wanderer, razor

✧ warnings — none <3

✧ Wriothesley

Kisses with him smell like green tea with jasmine, night air, shadow, coolness. Kisses with Wriothesley are always a little rough. He likes to bite his lips and then kiss them so as not to leave marks.

Most often, your kisses will go lower. Wriothesley will cover the skin of his neck with kisses, lightly bite, leaving light marks on the skin, like a short memory of your meeting, which should definitely be shown.

✧ Neuvillette

Kisses with him smell like sea breeze, sun and sweet fruits. Neuvillette's kisses are always sensual, quick, short, because there is always evening left for long kisses. And for now… for now they remain stolen somewhere between business and a short break.

Neuvillette will always kiss you tenderly, caressing your cheekbones with his fingertips. His touches to you will be fleeting and gentle, but even when you part, they will burn on your skin for several more hours.

✧ Kinich

Kisses with him smell like roses, fresh leaves and tropical rain. Kinich's kisses are always bold. You will be surprised, How can he be alone. Behind the emotionless exterior are stormy emotions controlled by reason. Kissing you, he will press you against the wall. Your kisses will be like explosive emotions: impulsive and wild.

As soon as you are alone, he will not be as attentive to himself as he used to. And you realized that Kinich likes deep kisses far from the corner of the eye.

✧ Wanderer

Kisses with him smell of the wind, the bitterness of dandelions, freedom. The kisses of the Wanderer are weightless and almost always in spite. He will kiss you during victory.

He leaves a short burning mark on the lips when he cannot say something important, in the hope that you will understand without words. He leaves the most loving,long and passionate kisses at night. he will definitely gently hold your hand when he kisses you.

There will always be depth of feelings in his kisses, because only in this way will he be able to express them fully. More and more often, he will kiss you on the forehead. Goodbye, before bed. And that will mean more to you than anything he could say.

✧ Razor

Kissing him smells like wild berries, thunder and rain. Kissing Razor is a real pain in the ass, because at first he won't understand what the point is. You'll find out that Razor has never actually kissed anyone before. And you'll have to take the initiative yourself.

When you're alone, lost somewhere in the Valley of the Winds, you'll walk closer to him and take his hands.

For a few seconds, you'll look into each other's eyes, and a wave of emotion will flash through Razor's gaze: excitement, fear of failure, completion. Your lips will touch: softly, gently, and you'll feel him shudder slightly from the touch. So unusual, so desirable for him.

Every day, I understand less and less why women are degraded if their bodies are exposed online for the world to see. To me, it's just sex. To me, she's just naked. That's it. I'm just growing desensitized to it when my Tumblr feed is filled with pretty, nude ladies. What's so wrong with our bodies? Man, fuck this.

body painting with flowers man

only with you.

angst & comfort. gn!reader × wanderer. wc 1.7k

summary. non-sexual nudity & intimacy; body painting with flowers; recollection of past events (wanderer).

sumeru is a dualistic region. where knowledge and reincarnation richly seep through every concept there is, it would still not exist without any ignorance, nor destruction. one needs another to thrive. 

wanderer himself is a dual man—a human being without an organic heart yet a puppet with feelings. somebody, who had multiple names throughout. somebody, who once had a mother; friends. somebody, who was given a midway place in this world across his journey. as a wanderer, he is said to have no name, kin, or destination.

maybe there is a definite reason for him to spend the majority of his time in sumeru after all. as he originated from inazuma, a land of isolated eternity, spent years at the claws of the notorious nation of snezhnaya and—seeking his ascension to godhood, eventual prosperity, and validation at last—was forced into flimsy redemption in sumeru.

wanderer self-destructed his ignorance to reincarnate it as full of knowledge; to shape his existence anew. all of this for him to question himself and suffer the same.

the sacred tree of the world—irminsul—answered the questions he always sought and yet, he was betrayed once again. wisdom is a heavy burden with a great cost; it could be one’s demise. ignorance to him was, indeed, a bliss. as well as oblivion, which he was stripped of in a little of a while. 

since the day he had to relive his entire lifetime in a minute and earned an anemo vision in the process, the world around him changed. in fact, he met you, who made a significant change to his demeanor. wanderer may not be the best companion there is, however, you both always seek each other in a crowd. even if there is none of it.

the sunset is pretty today, you think as you immerse yourself up to the chin into the lukewarm water underneath the waterfall of gandharva ville. wanderer remained apart from you for a while. he was hesitant. he may have a synthetic body of a puppet, but being stark naked in front of you felt way too vulnerable by his nature. it felt like cutting himself open and letting himself go free.

he was never free to begin with. freedom to each is a different concept. the day the god of eternity sealed his power and hid him like a failure of hers, followed by letting him roam free, he chained his mind to different intentions of ei’s. he felt neglected and deprived of who he was meant to be—not knowing he was a mere prototype, never designed to hold and wield the electro gnosis; whose existence was about to be terminated right before they saw him cry in his sleep—rather than free.

he had no given name nor a home to get back to at the end of the day. so, naturally, when fatui took him under their wings, he felt that being the sixth seat was his rightful place. 

there were many kind people in his early ordinary days of learning how to be human between the time he was discarded and given the title of the balladeer. your way of carrying oneself immensely reminds him of them all. sometimes it can be agonizing to wanderer, but lovely just the same. he reacts to your eyes, inviting him to join you bathing in the stream while the sun slowly sets. 

erstwhile clear water, due to the reflection of the sky, is dyeing itself in colors of yellow, orange, violet, and pink. the river takes its appearance like the flower field around you at once. 

as wanderer takes his clothes off, he is quickly submerging himself into and under the water. it is shallow, so you can swiftly reach his side. you have qualms about whether he would let you come closer, despite that, you carefully stretch your hands towards his shoulders. you sit him up. he has a lot on his mind lately, thus, he lets you take care of him without thinking much. to tell the truth, he trusts you to a great extent, knowing you would catch him if he fell—literally and figuratively. 

you pluck a lone flower from the floral field. it is greenish blue, or rather turquoise, in color. one would rarely see it blossom. the color reminds you of wanderer’s tattoos’ when they glow with power.

you slowly trace them with luminous petals, so it leaves dye markings; barely visible, but you both know it’s there nevertheless. it is a silly activity yet remarkably intimate for either. he does not feel skin contact the same as everyone else, regardless, he gets chills from your delicate brushes.

somehow you do not care about him being born unhuman at all. maybe because in your mind he is the most human one could be—cruel and all the things beautiful at the same time; imperfect. 

you offer him another flower of your favorite color, for him to paint on your bare body as well. he is skeptical, however, it takes only a moment to engage in the act. you shiver every time he tries touching you softly. neither of you talk. 

you warily touch his face then. the pink rose in your frail grip is kissing his cheeks, and nose, consciously avoiding his pursed lips as well as eyes, which are dyed burgundy anyways. the color was indeed deliberately chosen to imitate a blush of sorts. you thought it was cute. 

he is feeling your skin alongside, attentively selecting parts of your body you would be fine with; giving your consent to. it does vary how you react.

you reach for his chest subsequently, holding a flower of opaque red. you are faltering while drawing something. at that moment, he stops his own tracery and retracts his arm further from you; stays still. you painted a little heart on his chest. likewise, you keep looking at it in silence, smiling. 

it was a heart he was able to call his own. 

he remembers. puppet he is, abandoned by the almighty shogun for being overly human, but used as a tool by fatui ever since. in no way they saw a human—whereas he could not die and had an empty space of a heart. how can one be a human being without a heart? his existence contradicted itself in that sense.

as a harbinger, did he become more human then? when a tainted heart he got from the doctor saved him, it was offered to him in the form of the ashes to have in that empty shell of a place. at first, he did not know it was niwa's; that same withered one he discarded after condemning the entire incident as his second betrayal of cruel human nature. a human heart he yearns for is not worth the pain of another person’s death. 

afterward, he sought a gnosis to take that place instead. his luck was one of a kind really. the contentment he became so familiar with, was short-lived in the end. it was not a real heart anyhow. can the anemo vision he recently acquired serve as his vital core replacement?

each time he came into possession of a fill-in for a heart, someone else had to suffer. merely this time, he actually felt you blessed him with a heart he could be endowed with without any anguish. he put his singular hand up to his chest and held it pressed. he was fond of his ephemeral heart. 

you slowly but surely grasp his fingers. the puppet joints over the years looked almost seamless. it evidently looked human-like. you cautiously brush your lips against his knuckles, meeting his violet-blue eyes. do they twinkle—was it mirroring the stirring water on second thought? 

promptly, the serene moment of yours is interfered. you turn your head to unfamiliar hushed tones and humming. there pop up a few heads of plant-like forest spirits. you notice wanderer is gifted to see them as well. 

aranaras are critters, only to be seen by trustworthy dreamers of pure and kind hearts. it is a mystery really—wanderer’s ability to spot them. is he, not a doll without a heart; can he be regarded as good-natured; is he to be trusted… he is not a child either (but acting like one every once in a while). 

thereafter, wanderer stretches his hand toward a bright blue-colored creature, holding a yellow poppy. flowers make aranaras remember their friends whenever they meet. besides, they gain power from memories. do the spirits of sumeru forests lay hold of dreadful recollections as well? wanderer is brimful of them. 

after a while, wanderer looks in your direction. he is deep in thought at the moment, pondering who exactly he is. he does understand the concept of being human pretty well, yet he does have uncertainties about whether he can call himself one, partially at least. he did give up trying to be human in the distant past, though, he had experienced pieces of being human underway—having emotions, enduring pain, having a heart of some form, a place to live, a region to serve, people he called family, and a name. 

truthfully, he had a myriad of names; words he was called by others. he never deemed them his names frankly. nonetheless, he loved himself as kabukimono—the dolly wandering eccentric, perceived as naive and peculiar. deep inside he knows he did not stray far from his roots, it was simply eclipsed by the wounds of his past. 

he did name himself kunikuzushi, the world-destroyer once. alongside was given titles of the balladeer and scaramouche. it should be mentioned that whilst no man on teyvat recalls it being him—he was formerly known as the everlasting lord of arcane wisdom; shouki no kami, the prodigal, too. 

attempting erasure of himself, including rectifying past events that his existence, and rage-driven deeds caused, wanderer reincarnated into someone as curious as the young kabukimono. he opted for calling himself a wanderer. was he an eccentric one this time on top of that? at the end of the day, it all comes full circle. 

at present, he does go by a freshly given name, restraining himself with a new psyche all while making an effort to atone for his sins. he accepted his birth, not to mention, the entirety of his past. 

he looks all around his own porcelain-like skin, currently dyed with multiple colors. it tugs at his heartstrings. he does glance at your body then, admiring the art, positioned in front—meaning you, not the mindless drawings of flowers’ pigments on your figure. 

hence, he finally feels like he has reached the promised divinity. only whenever he is with you.