GENSHIN ONESHOTS
WILL DO REQUESTS as in give me a genshin character and I'll find a the genshin character x reader //fluff//smut//lime//ect
WARNING: SMUT, VIOLENCE, FLUFF, LEMON, ECT.
COVER MADE BY @shiakitea
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In hindsight, your first mistake has probably been agreeing to stay at an isolated, decrepit cabin in the woods – so lonely and so far out, no one could possibly hear to scream.
Your second, in close succession, had been letting one of your sober-ish friend take your keys halfway through the night and hide them somewhere you couldn't even begin to imagine. It'd seemed like a good idea at the time, a safety measure to make sure you wouldn't end up driving off of a cliffside or into the nearest lake because your beer-addled brain refused to remember just how treacherous those mountain roads had been on your way up, but now, despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but wish you'd held onto them a little tighter. This would've been a lot less scary, if you knew you were able to get away.
Your third and, unfortunately, your most severe, was that you'd decided to hide on the second floor, rather than staying on the first. You definitely still would've died, but he'd probably put you out of your misery a lot sooner.
He – you were pretty sure the intruder was a 'he'. His hair was cropped short, and you could still hear his voice through the well-worn floorboards; deep, slightly raspy, only occasionally rising above the wordless screams and thick, wet sound of metal biting into flesh. He was wearing a mask, too, something rough and rusty that looked like it'd been carved out of a bleeding oak earlier that night, but you hadn't gotten close enough to try and guess what he looked like underneath it. You hoped you never would, but that didn't seem very likely.
The slaughter downstairs fell silent, and you held your breath, listening for footsteps, or voices, or anything that'd let you know where he was, what he was doing, who he was going after next. From your position on the second floor, laid flat under the bed in the cabin's master bedroom, you could hear someone trudging up the ancient, creaking stairs, throwing open doors as they started down the only hallway. After long, painstaking seconds, a pair of boots came into your limited view, the leather worn and the soles soaked in blood. You had to bite your tongue to keep from whimpering, but you managed to swallow you panic, to keep your heart in your chest as he made a slow trek around the cramped space, circling the bed like some awful, lurking predator. You heard him hum, click his tongue, and you watched as he started back towards the door, preparing to stalk for his next victim. Relief came in stutter waves, even if you knew it wasn't really deserved, just yet. The sooner he left, the sooner you could find your keys, and the sooner you could find your keys, the sooner you'd be able to get off of this goddamn mounta—
A hand wrapped around your ankle, dragging you backward in a single fluid movement. You scrambled to kick, to push yourself up, but the intruder only tightened his grip, only stabbed something into the space between your throat and your shoulder – missing the side of your neck by a hair's width. A machete, when you found the will to glance to your side. You could still see specks of red on the blade.
