#Ororon Genshin Impact

[mya-valentine]

Hi! it's me again! I'd like to request a few genshin men/boys and most of them are my favs like at least like 14 of them😂 fluff please

I wanted to request a Diluc, Razor (it's fine if you don't do him, but I'm pretty sure he's at least 16 or 17) Xiao, Wanderer, Cyno, Al Haitham, Neuvillete, Kinich, Ororon (there's lack of Ororon love) and Dainsleif. I wanted the headcannon to be like:

their friends asking fem!reader: What do you see in him?

reader: he makes me laugh

i wanted to see this kind of headcannon for so long (i hope it's okay if i can request this much character😅)

Headcanon: He Makes Me Laugh

Diluc

At a cozy café in Mondstadt, you and your friends sit around a small table, sharing stories over steaming cups of tea. One of your friends leans in, eyebrows raised. “Diluc? Really? What do you see in him?”

You take a moment to think, a smile creeping onto your face. “He makes me laugh,” you finally reply.

Your friends exchange skeptical glances. “Diluc? The serious, brooding one? How does that even work?”

You lean back in your chair, recalling a recent night at the tavern. Diluc had been tending bar when a customer made a ridiculous drink request. With a straight face, he had leaned over to you and said, “If I serve one more ‘secret drink’ request, I might just invent a potion to erase memories of it.”

You burst into laughter, and he shot you a quick, playful smirk, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. The moment had felt electric, a fleeting glimpse of the softer side he rarely showed anyone else.

As you reminisce, you can’t help but grin, feeling warmth in your chest. “He’s got this dry wit that surprises me. You just have to know where to look.”

One friend rolls her eyes. “Okay, I can see it. But how do you get him to show it?”

You shrug playfully. “Maybe he just needs someone to break through the brooding exterior.”

Diluc, standing nearby, overhears your laughter and smirks, catching your eye with a knowing look, as if he appreciates the affection behind your words.

Razor

Your friends are gathered in your room, sprawled on the floor as you all catch up. Suddenly, one of them narrows their eyes and asks, “You’re with Razor? What do you even talk about?”

You can’t help but giggle at the question. “Oh, you have no idea. He makes me laugh!”

Your friends exchange confused looks. “Razor? The one who spends all his time with wolves?”

You nod, recalling a beautiful morning walk you took with him through Wolvendom. “The other day, we were watching the sunrise. He looked at it, wide-eyed, and said, ‘Looks like egg yolk spilled.’ And then he asked, ‘Why do people say ‘crack of dawn’? Dawn don’t break…’”

Your friends burst into laughter, imagining Razor’s serious face juxtaposed with his innocent, childlike observations.

“He’s not trying to be funny, but he has this way of looking at the world that’s just… refreshing,” you explain, a soft smile on your lips as you think about him.

One friend grins, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, I guess if you’re into that… unique perspective.”

Razor, who has been listening from the doorway, looks a bit confused but intrigued. “I like egg yolk. It is good food,” he adds earnestly, causing another round of laughter.

Xiao

In a quiet corner of Liyue Harbor, your friends sit across from you, disbelief painted on their faces. “Xiao?” one asks, incredulous. “But he’s so… intense and brooding! What do you see in him?”

You chuckle, leaning back in your chair. “He makes me laugh,” you respond, shaking your head at their expressions.

Your friends exchange skeptical glances, clearly struggling to understand how someone as serious as Xiao could ever be funny. “Seriously?” one of them challenges. “How?”

You remember a day when you and Xiao were training together on the mountain. As you stumbled over a loose rock, he caught you just in time, and without missing a beat, he said, “Are mortals always this clumsy?”

You had burst out laughing at his deadpan delivery, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “He doesn’t mean to be funny, but his honesty is refreshing,” you explain, smiling at the memory.

Your friends nod, starting to see your point. “Okay, I can see how that would be amusing.”

Just then, Xiao approaches, overhearing the conversation. He raises an eyebrow. “You laugh a lot around me. Is that good?”

You grin, meeting his gaze. “Absolutely! It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

Xiao looks slightly flustered but turns away, a hint of a smile breaking through his usual stoicism.

Wanderer

Strolling through a quiet clearing with your friends, one of them shoots you a concerned glance. “So… Wanderer? The same guy who’s known for his prickly attitude? What exactly do you see in him?”

You smirk, already used to the question. “He makes me laugh,” you say simply.

They look skeptical, one raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure we’re talking about the same guy?”

You nod, smiling at the memory of a recent encounter. Wanderer had once muttered something about the “absurdity” of people who thought they knew everything about him. He’d followed it up with, “Honestly, they know less about me than that rock does about erosion.” He’d pointed at a boulder, then turned to you, daring you to laugh. But you couldn’t help it—you cracked up, and he’d rolled his eyes, but with the faintest hint of a smile himself.

Your friends seem taken aback. “Wait, Wanderer said that?”

Just then, Wanderer appears, crossing his arms as he approaches. “Are you sharing my profound observations with these mortals?” he asks, feigning annoyance, but there’s a softness in his eyes as he glances at you.

You grin, meeting his gaze. “I can’t help it. You’re just so funny.”

He scoffs, muttering something about “annoying people,” but the faintest smile betrays him, earning a knowing look from your friends.

Cyno

After a long day, you and your friends gather at a cozy teahouse. One of them finally leans in with a curious look. “Cyno, though? Isn’t he a little… intense? What do you see in him?”

A grin spreads across your face as you think of Cyno’s well-meaning, if occasionally dreadful, sense of humor. “He makes me laugh.”

Your friends look surprised, clearly doubtful. “Cyno? Are you sure? He’s the General Mahamatra!”

You laugh at their disbelief. “Yes, that Cyno. Once, he tried to tell me a ‘joke’ about Teyvat’s elemental reactions. ‘Did you know Pyro and Hydro make steam…y results?’” You can’t help but laugh at the memory, and your friends blink at you, processing.

Then one snickers, and another gives in. “Okay, that’s actually—unintentionally funny.”

As if summoned, Cyno appears at the table. “Did I hear mention of… humor?” he asks with utmost seriousness, casting a proud look your way. “I have another one. What did the dendro traveler say to the withering zone?”

You grin knowingly, but your friends glance at each other nervously. “What?” they ask in unison.

“‘Leave it to me,’” Cyno deadpans, straight-faced. You burst out laughing, your friends struggling to hold back their smiles. Cyno raises an eyebrow, satisfied. “See? I told you humor is a valuable asset.”

Alhaitham

Gathered at the Sumeru Library, your friends can’t hide their disbelief. “Alhaitham? What do you even see in him?” one of them exclaims, shaking her head.

You grin, leaning back in your chair. “He makes me laugh.”

“Really? The stoic scholar?” they ask, bewildered.

You reminisce about a quiet evening when you found him deeply engrossed in a book. You had asked, “What’s so interesting?” He glanced up and replied, “The existential dread of characters in fiction is quite entertaining. They can’t even do anything about it.”

His deadpan delivery made you laugh, and he’d raised an eyebrow, confused by your reaction. “You find that funny?” he’d asked, genuinely perplexed, which only made you laugh harder.

Your friends start to nod, clearly amused. “Okay, maybe he has a point there.”

Alhaitham, overhearing your laughter, approaches with an amused glint in his eye. “I see you’re discussing literature. Should I be concerned?”

You shake your head, smiling. “Only if you’re worried about being funny.”

He smirks, unfazed. “Then I have nothing to worry about.”

Neuvillete

In the refined atmosphere of Fontaine’s opera house, your friends question your attachment to Neuvillette, the reserved Chief Justice. “So, what do you see in him?” one friend asks, an eyebrow raised. “Neuvillette’s so… solemn. He barely smiles.”

You chuckle, casting a glance at the grand stage. “But that’s the thing. He makes me laugh when I least expect it.”

Your friends exchange looks, clearly unconvinced. “Really? Neuvillette?”

You nod, remembering a moment from an evening much like this one. Neuvillette had been watching an opera, his typical composed expression in place, when he leaned over and whispered, “I find it curious that, despite its grandeur, this aria is about a fish lamenting her lost pond. Dramatic, isn’t it?” His understated humor and subtle wit had made you stifle a laugh, though he looked pleased with your reaction.

One friend’s eyes widen in surprise. “Wait, he actually jokes? In his own way?”

At that moment, Neuvillette arrives, having overheard the conversation. “I merely observe the world as it is,” he says with a faint, almost invisible smile. “I trust I’ve provided adequate amusement?”

You smile up at him warmly, while your friends look at each other, slowly starting to see his appeal. “Yes,” you reply, reaching for his hand. “You certainly have.”

Kinich

As you and your friends stroll through the bustling markets, one of them nudges you, raising an eyebrow. “So… Kinich? He’s got that cold, intense vibe. What do you see in him?”

You chuckle, picturing the man who, beneath his pragmatic exterior, occasionally revealed a dry, clever humor that caught you off guard. “He makes me laugh,” you reply, smiling.

Your friends blink, visibly unconvinced. “Kinich? The Kinich? The guy who talks like every word is a business contract?”

“Trust me, he’s funnier than you think.” You recall a time when you had teased him about always being so serious. He had given you a mock-stern look and said, “Seriousness is simply efficiency applied to communication. If I were to, say, laugh needlessly, it would be inefficient—unless, of course, you think I’m funny?” His tone had been deadpan, but you had caught the sparkle in his eyes, which only made you laugh harder.

One of your friends scoffs, half amused, half disbelieving. “He’s secretly funny? Now that I have to see.”

Just then, Kinich appears, drawn by the sound of laughter. He stands with his usual composed expression, his gaze steady as he glances at you. “Am I interrupting?” he asks, though his eyes linger on yours with a warmth your friends would never guess at.

“Not at all,” you reply, a mischievous smile on your lips. “We were just talking about how funny you are.”

A single brow arches, and he replies smoothly, “If efficiency in humor is what amuses you, then I suppose I’ve succeeded.”

Your friends stare, open-mouthed, as he gives a faint smile, the smallest show of his affection reserved just for you.

Ororon

Gathered in a quiet grove just outside the bustling village, your friends share stories, each of them glancing at you with barely concealed curiosity. Finally, one of them speaks up. “Ororon? Really? He’s so… unconventional. What do you see in him?”

You smile, looking down at the wildflowers in your hand. “He makes me laugh.”

They seem taken aback, sharing doubtful glances. “Ororon? But he’s so… odd. He even lives out in the woods by himself. Isn’t he a little too eccentric?”

You laugh softly, thinking of all the moments Ororon’s uniqueness had brightened your days. “Maybe. But he’s more observant than anyone I know.” You recount a day spent walking with him through the forest, where he had pointed out a bird with feathers the color of storm clouds and said, with absolute conviction, “Look at him, he’s judging us. Clearly, he’s unimpressed with our lack of feathers.” You’d laughed, and he had given you a small, playful smile.

One friend smirks, shaking their head. “You actually find him funny?”

Before you can answer, Ororon appears, emerging from the trees with his usual easygoing stride. “Are we discussing birds?” he asks, his expression calm as he settles beside you. “I could have sworn I saw a bird earlier that looked particularly snobbish. Perhaps it’s you it dislikes.”

You laugh, reaching for his hand as your friends chuckle, finally starting to understand his strange charm. “Exactly,” you say, giving his hand a squeeze.

Ororon gives a satisfied hum, his eyes meeting yours. “See? Nature understands us well.” And in that moment, your friends see how the quiet humor of this eccentric man makes him so dear to you.

Sitting on a rooftop overlooking the stars, your friends are still trying to wrap their heads around your choice. “Dainsleif? Really? What do you see in him?” one asks skeptically.

Dainsleif

You smile softly, reflecting on your experiences. “He makes me laugh.”

Your friends look puzzled. “But he’s so serious and mysterious!”

You recall a late night when you were stargazing together. He had shared tales of his travels and then abruptly said, “In the end, I find that stars are just like people. Some are bright, some are dim, and some are just… lost.” Then, after a pause, he added with a straight face, “But at least they all shine, even if it’s just for a moment.”

You had burst into laughter at his unexpected metaphor, and he’d turned to you, a hint of confusion in his eyes as he asked, “Is that amusing?”

You nod, a warm smile on your face. “Yes! It’s all about perspective with you.”

Your friends nod, starting to see the appeal. “Okay, that’s a bit poetic.”

Dainsleif, overhearing the conversation, walks over with an amused look. “If my musings provide amusement, then perhaps I should share more.”

You grin. “Please do! We could all use a little more humor.”

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[bloody-night]

Sloppy (toppy)

Ororon x male reader

little one shot as a small gift for my return

Ororon gulped at the question. “Have you ever given head?”

“T-that’s a bit vulgar.” He responded, gulping nervously, looking everywhere but you. It was noticeable he was shy, not even shy, just extremely nervous and embarrassed at the moment. “But have you?” You asked again, quirking a brow and taking in the details of the now heavily flustered Ororon.

He shook his head, lips pursing into a fine line as he didn’t know what to say next. “I’ll teach you if you’re up to it..” You suggested, hand going up to caress your boyfriend’s cheek.

“I- uh… are you sure?” He asked, finally glancing at you. “Yea, I’ll lead and tell you what to do.” You spoke, smiling softly before leaning in. You stopped, “unless you aren’t ready… I can wait.” You assured. “N-no no!” He stuttered, eyes flickering to glance away before back at you. “I.. I want to, I wanna be a good boyfriend and learn to…to please you.” He paused, before licking his lips and continuing. “Even if it means learning new things.” He whispered, smiling bashfully at you.

You chuckled and kissed his cheek. “If you’re not comfortable, we can stop whenever.” You said, Ororon giving you a small nod in response.

Your lips clashed with his, you could feel how nervous he was. “Just relax.” You whispered, hand trailing to hold his waist. You held him close, his stiff yet trembling body pressing up against yours. His lips trying to match your rhythm.

You both made out fairly well, excusing his shaky lips, he did well.

Now he was on his knees in front of you, both his hands resting on his lap as you looked down on him. You had inserted your thumb inside his mouth, later telling him to suck. Here he was now, sucking your thumb eagerly. His red face looking uncertainness, he looked cute. You pulled your hand away, now waiting for him to continue.

He gulped, slowly unbuttoning and unzipping your pants, before pulling them off slowly. “Take your time.” You assured, petting his head and pointy ears. Ororon sighed and nodded, later reaching your underwear.

His ears flicked as he saw how big you were, even with a bulge. Your cock was leaking with attention, begging for anything, you constrained yourself, being patient for your boyfriend.

Ororon pulled your underwear off, noticing how your cock sprang upward, twitching with anticipation. He sighed and took it in his hands, stroking it gently. “Do whatever you’d like for now.” You spoke, hand resting on his head as you regained neutral, feeling how soft Ororon’s hands were as they gently held your cock.

“Don’t be afraid to squeeze a bit.”

Your partner continued to stroke your cock, seeing how the foreskin would move with each stroke. He huffed softly, squeezing a bit, earning a small twitch from you.

After a few minutes, Ororon would quicken his pace, and tightness. Now you were grunting, the raw skin to skin contact was hurting a bit. “U-use your mouth, baby, you can use your mouth.” You panted, groaning as he’d let go. “O-oh, right..” He stuttered, nodding.

His thumb circled your tip, spreading some pre around it. Ororon opened his mouth, making you shiver at his hot breath hitting your dick.

His lips closed around it, before you felt him using his tongue to lick around the tip. Your hand went behind his neck, caressing it a bit before pushing him forward, forcing him to go down on you. “Breathe baby,” you assured, pushing him slowly, hearing how he’d slightly choke. “Just relax.”

You had pushed him enough that his nose touched your happy trail, feeling how he breathed heavily. His eyes pricking with tears, he felt your cock so deep in his throat, it’s a miracle he can breathe. After a while he started moving his head, slurping your cock up and down.

Unfortunately, it was painfully slow, presumably so he can breathe comfortably. Both your hands made their way to his face, seemingly caressing it. You couldn’t help but love how cute he looked with his mouth full of your cock. “I’m sorry baby, but I’m just so riled up.” You whispered, seeing how he quirked his brow in question.

Your hands held his head, before moving it, fucking his mouth. Ororon choked, his hands going to claw your lower back. You grunted, moaning as to how tight his throat was. “R-relax baby… I’m near.” You assured, hips thrusting quickly inside.

Your cock twitched, pulsing as it was ready to release. “C-coming..” you warned, before slamming balls deep inside his mouth. Ororon breathed heavily against your pubes, nails digging into your skin as he felt your hot ropes of cum stain his throat. His reflexes swallowing the cum down.

As you finished, you pulled out, panting quietly. “I-I’m sorry my dear…” you said, seeing how shocked in a state Ororon was in. He coughed slightly, wiping his mouth the back of his gloved hand. “I-it’s alright.” He whispered, voice slightly raspy, eyes stained with tears. His face was incredibly red, perhaps never been treated like that.

“You tasted good… though.” He whispered, licking his lips.

[lvndrdaaze]

Ororon's kisses are feather-light and tentative. His cheeks burn up in a soft pink shade and his eyes are so earnest each time he asks for permission to kiss you, searching your expression for any hint of discomfort. He cups your cheeks in both of his hands as though to hold you steady as he brushes his lips against yours, and your breaths hitch in sync at the soft sensation. His hands are a little calloused from his bow but so gentle, so kind. He's often the first to pull away, looking at you as though in disbelief that you let him do that, no matter how many times it's happened. The first words to leave his lips afterwards are usually a quiet "Was that okay?", which you more often than not silence by pulling him back in for another, and another, and another...

a/n: idk man I just wanted to write about kissing him bc he's so cute and my last post got a lot of love :') ty to the besties who agreed with me about him bc honestly the hate online was making me feel insane

[loverororon]

he was a punk 🦇 he did ballet 🩹

[ post taken from my twitter: x.com/lilyonll/status/1900533996913639795?s=46 ]

[magnes-io]

En lo que Genshin caga el diseño de Ifa, he aquí una interpretación de cómo amaría que se viera y un rediseño de Ororon (yay). Al lado les dejo los nombres del ropaje tradicional en el que me inspiré para el diseño del Ifa. ❤️ También les dejo una imagen en inglés del asunto por si a alguien le interesa.

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Translation for the text in the first picture (sadly it’s not as funny as in Spanish)

I: My love are you an emo???

*Dramatic music from famous ridiculous mexican tv show “La Rosa de Guadalupe”*

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O: Would you like some corn my dear?

I: I want everything about you ;)

Anyways, they are married, have a vegetable garden and 200 saurians ❤️

[r4yjin]

[hoyo-transparents]

Genshin Impact Ororon, Sethos, and Jean transparent renders! White day 2025 artworks and Jean 2025 birthday artwork. Google Drive Link for full quality: Ororon | Sethos | Jean 

> Please do not repost > Credit appreciated but not required when using in edits/gfx > If you prefer Discord, here is a link to my server! > Reblogs greatly appreciated ❤️

[devi-echochmak]

Same picture

[vortexbloom]

Don’t get me wrong, Ororon is hot, BUT he also looks like one of those Gacha Characters that people used to make back then 😭

Please tell me that I‘m not the only one 💀

[koko-heads]

so we're all in agreement that ororon is autistic right

[mya-valentine]

Hey! Nice to see you open again!

I wanted to request a Kinich, Ororon, Lyney and Xiao x fem!reader of who fell first, who fell harder? trope please

Headcanon: Who Fell First, Who Fell Harder

Kinich: He Fell First, You Fell Harder

Kinich doesn’t outwardly express emotions easily, but the moment he met you, there was an undeniable pull. It was subtle at first—a quiet admiration for your generosity, your determination, and the way you seemed to light up a room without trying.

His falling was slow and methodical, just like him. He’d start noticing the smallest things about you: the way you furrow your brows when you’re focused or how you always manage to make people feel at ease. But his stoic demeanor hid it all.

You, on the other hand, fell much harder once you realized the depths of his loyalty and quiet affection. The way he remembered the little details, like your favorite food or how he’d silently place his coat over you when it was cold, made your heart race.

By the time you fell, it hit you like a tidal wave. His rare smiles and the way he’d open up only to you felt like treasures, and you realized just how deeply you were in love.

Ororon: You Fell First, He Fell Harder

Ororon’s reserved yet mysterious personality had you intrigued from the start. He had a certain charm to him despite his detached demeanor, and the way he treated others with a mix of blunt honesty and quiet respect made you fall first.

It wasn’t easy to crack his shell, but once you started to get to know him better, your feelings for him deepened. You admired his resilience and the way he carried himself, even after everything he’d been through.

Ororon, however, didn’t realize his feelings for you until much later. When it hit him, it hit hard. Suddenly, he found himself thinking about you constantly—your laugh, your kindness, the way you always believed in him when others didn’t.

For someone who had spent so long questioning his worth, your love felt like a revelation. (I can totally see him trying to ask Citlali what to do without actually asking her) He fell harder than he ever thought possible, quietly vowing to protect and cherish you in his own unique way.

Lyney: He Fell First, You Fell Harder

As the charismatic magician, Lyney was used to charming crowds, but something about you caught him completely off guard. Maybe it was the way you saw through his theatrics or the genuine kindness you showed even when he wasn’t in the spotlight.

He fell first, fast, and hard. Every time he performed, his eyes would wander to you, hoping to catch your reaction. He found himself pulling out all the stops just to see you smile.

You took longer to realize your feelings, unsure if his affection was just part of his show. But once he started showing you his quieter, more vulnerable side—the Lyney behind the curtain—you couldn’t help but fall hard.

When you finally admitted to yourself how much you cared for him, it felt like magic itself. The way he looked at you, like you were the only person in the world, sealed the deal.

Xiao: You Fell First, He Fell Harder

Xiao’s quiet and brooding nature made it hard to get close to him, but something about his stoicism and sense of duty drew you in. You fell first, deeply captivated by his selflessness and the hidden softness you occasionally glimpsed.

At first, Xiao tried to keep you at a distance, not wanting to burden you with his karmic debt. But your unwavering patience and kindness slowly chipped away at his walls.

When Xiao finally fell, he fell hard. The realization that someone could care for him despite his flaws and pain was overwhelming, and he found himself fiercely protective of you.

His love was intense and all-encompassing, even if he struggled to express it. Every gesture, from shielding you in battle to simply watching over you silently, spoke volumes about how deeply he had fallen.

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[edenfire]

✨️💜 my perfect grandson 💜✨️

ororon is such a cutie!! I already really liked his design, but his personality is just adorable lol🥰💘💗🌸

I still have a few more characters I'm planning on adding to this set, but pls let me know if there are any you'd like to see me draw!!💗💗💗

[lvndrdaaze]

I realised something in the event w/ Ororon and citlali when he said "Amazing..." in that awe-inspired tone

he reminds me of Edward Cullen and that gd 'effervescent' post

like you can't convince me he wouldn't text like that if he had a phone

"saw a beautiful aphid today. effervescent"

[loverororon]

i desperately need every possible soft ororon headcanon

[carmendeiact2whenplz]

I love Ororon’s trailer so I had to recreate a screenshot from it :)

[soapboxtao]

Ororon's in-game character model looks god awful, but everything he says/situation he gets into is so funny it almost makes up for it