Random Genshin Oneshots

You haven't been good for long- Multi x gn!reader

Is it the sound of your own thoughts, that always keeps you up at night? 

t/w- Sickness, cuddles, lyney, fremient

 summary- reader LOVES to wear those fluffy, big, over-the-top hoodies (blanket hoodies) but is very much shy about it, only wearing it at home, until, their beloved excused them to enter their house as the reader tells them they are sick - and saw them wearing such an adorable thing.

Fremmie: Doesn't want to get sick, so he gives you his favourite penguin toy to cuddle.

You were still cold despite being curled up in your large blanket hoodie. Your blanket was pulled over most of your body, but warmth eluded you. As you tugged the blankets tighter, your front door opened. It could only be Fremient. The blond-haired male slowly entered your sick room, offering a small, sympathetic smile. You could sense his concern from across the room. You rarely fell ill like this, but when you did, it hit hard.

"Hi, y/n," he whispered softly. "You awake?"

"Yeah," you croaked, your throat feeling no better.

"You look quite adorable in that hoodie of yours."

"Yeah? Do I?"

Fremient then produced his penguin from behind his back. He'd recently added the little scarf you'd made to it. He handed it to you gently, careful not to make contact.

"I'd cuddle you, but I don't like being sick. So take this instead."

Your face flushed red, partly from illness, but also from Fremient seeing you in this hoodie. You rarely wore it around him, feeling embarrassed about it.

"I also brought you some medicine."

"T-thank—Achoo!"

You caught Fremient's pitying smile. He wished he could take your illness away.

"Get some more rest... I love you."

"I love you too, and I will."

Lyney: Doesn't care about getting sick as long as it's with you

As soon as you called Lyney saying you were sick, he rushed back from visiting the Nave. Surely she'd understand, right? On his way back from Snezhnaya, he picked up some medicine and grabbed some of your favourite snacks.

Upon arriving at your house, he found you curled up next to the couch. "Darling!"

"Lyney?" Your voice was barely above a whisper.

He rushed over, quickly placing a hand on your forehead, then hurried to find a wet washcloth. When he returned, you had attempted to move onto the couch.

"Don't move, y/n." He approached you slowly, but you told him to stop.

"You'll get sick, Lyney..."

"I'd do anything for you, darling, and getting sick happens to be one of those things. Besides, how can I resist you? That blanket hoodie makes you look adorable."

"Be quiet," you mumbled as you snuggled deeper into the blanket.

It was almost as if you were clinging to the poor thing for dear life. Lyney couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy towards the blanket, all wrapped around you, cozy and snug. He wanted to be the one cuddling you. So without a word, he climbed into your sickbed and wrapped an arm around your waist. Against your neck, he murmured,

"I love you. I don't care if I get sick."