#yelan my beloved

[urmomspersonalwhore]

Liyue Women

-How they react when they’ve been away for some time

Beidou

ꕤ She’ll throw a party to celebrate her reappearance to Liyue from the sea. Having you by her side as she told you everything that happened while she was gone, adventures to the food she ate. Has many souvenirs for you. Never leaves your side that day, clinging to your side until the sun revisited the sky.

Ningguang

ꕤ Takes you out to a luxuriant restaurant, making sure to spoil you. Consistently holds your hand, and gives small pecks randomly throughout the day.

Yelan

ꕤ Holds your waist or hips every chance she gets and constantly gives kisses. She will make sure you do not walk away and has you by her side, only letting you go when the moon covers for the sun.

Shenhe

ꕤ Follows and clings to you like a lost puppy, wanting to only spend time with you. She gives small glares to anyone who steals you away, and holds your arm to keep you close to her. Shenhe will always be next to you, whether it was you going to get grocery or chilling in your bed.

Ganyu

ꕤ Turns into the lost clingiest person. Every single second is holding your arm/next to you. Gives small pecks like on your forehead, hand, or shoulders

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[senbei-ko]

Yelan 🎲🌀

[atlaswav]

ENCHANTED TO MEET YOU ☆

INFO: 941 words, yelan x gn!reader SYNOPSIS: you, the golden knight of the Qixing, take a deadly dance with temptation which leaves you with memories of gold AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this fluff? angst? something? at 12am while listening to enchanted by taylor swift its a little short, rushed and choppy but for my first post its definitely a start 😍

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. 

You made a sacred vow. Kneeled with your sword beneath the great moonlit tree and spoke the holy words. Watched the wispy threads of gold bind your hand to your blade then disappear in a whisper, leaving a heaviness in your heart, sword heavier in your hand. 

When you rose, you rose with purpose. Duty bound for life, only reprieve in death. 

You were so sure, so certain that this was your path. Your birthright – the one beacon of hope left in the bleak night.

But it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Clearly, the gods had other plans. 

An early Autumn chill swept through the ballroom’s grand balcony, gauzy white curtains swaying in the breeze. Scarce sunlight drifted through the willows in the courtyard, casting an intricate mosaic of shadow across the marbled floors. 

The ballroom was garnished with tables flecked with gold and marble, laden with delicacies and sparkling wine. The music swelled and waned, dancers following the ebb and flow of music in an unending reverie. But it wasn’t the flurry of skirts and masked faces in the centre of the room that caught your attention. 

Among the throng of partygoers, one stood out, a mouth of painted carnation and dress of the clearest cerulean blue. 

Wandering, sly, turquoise eyes met your own through a silver mask engraved and adorned with valley orchids. 

“More wine.” The Queen holds out her golden chalice as a servant stumbles to refill her cup, obstructing your sight.

As the servant leaves, your gaze wanders to find the lady with the orchid mask, only to find the white curtains, whispering in the breeze where she once stood. The Queen idly swirls her wine around in its cup, observing the activity beneath her ostentatious throne of gold.

“You.” 

You turn toward the Queen whose eyes, golden as the ballroom around, focus on you. 

“You’re dismissed for today. Go enjoy the festival.” Her chin barely dips as she acknowledges you, though the red tassel pendant resting on her forehead sways like a pendulum. 

You bow your head, backing away from the throne and descending the steps. Your ceremonial armour weighs your steps down – elaborate detailing the finest of the seven kingdoms, but utterly useless in a fight. 

The celebration absently parts for you. You with your cloak woven with gold, twinkling in the scarce sunlight, and the silk flower buds woven into your hair in a crown formation. 

The picture of everything regal and chivalrous. The Qixing’s golden knight. 

The cacophony of the ballroom, as if suddenly muffled, disappeared behind the great, gold edged door, and all was quiet. 

The final rays of sunlight flood the hallways, filtering through the windows and illuminating the white marble floor. And sitting on a windowsill, orchid mask hanging loosely from her grasp, the turquoise eyed woman. 

Her cerulean gown glows in the light, revealing a hidden labyrinth of embroidery which climbs up the skirts of the gown like the trickle of a waterfall. A white, fur lined jacket is thrown over her shoulders casually – carelessly – and her gaze shifts from the horizon toward you.

A coy smile. Her gloved hands finger the designs on her mask. 

You stand frozen in place, unsure of what to do. 

Impossibly, it seems, she’s more captivating without her mask on. A conduit for the light, emblazoned by the sun. 

“You.” She finally says, amused. 

You step down the hallway, into the light. “You.”

“An honour to finally meet the Qixing’s golden knight.” She stands. Steps towards you.

“The honour is mine, Lady…” 

“Yelan.” 

“... Lady Yelan.” You take her outstretched hand and bring it to your lips, brushing her knuckles with a ghost of a kiss. Yet your touch lingers on her hand long afterward, and she doesn’t pry you away.

And so begins your dance with temptation. Sin. 

Although your vows hang heavy over your head like a guillotine, Yelan is the high you’ve been chasing your entire life. Her sharp wit and cunning has you in a chokehold, her captivating gaze has you mesmerised. 

Like a fool, you fall for her ministrations. But, like a fool, you let yourself. 

And  for a while, you think it’s love. 

Yet you’d learnt the hard way that good things never last. In all, there must be balance. The scales must always be balanced. 

When she grows tired of your biting replies and shining sword of gold, she withdraws. Like a crow drawn to a shimmer, she was drawn to you. 

But even you – the Qixing’s golden night, have a flame that can be as easily extinguished as it can be ignited. 

So when she grew tired of your golden flame, she found another. Another that happened to reside in a continent seas away. From hearth to hearth, she would travel, insatiable as she was. You were all but another pawn in her never ending game. 

Even though good things may never last, you’ll always look upon the whirlwind that was her with such fondness. For she fuelled your flame, taught you to nurture it.

You now palm the note she gave you on your first night – after hours of being twisted in bedsheets and in each other – and your heart aches at the loss, but your mind knows there’s nothing left for either of you.

The nights spent together, the hours shared basking in the sun, getting drunk on the finest wine, gorging on the finest delicacies of Liyue. They’d shine like gold through your memories. 

Like you’d done a million times over, your fingers trace over the swirls of ink. 

‘Enchanted to meet you, my Lady.’

written by @atlaswav , published 20th of August, 2023.

[pufftastic]

Yelan - shadow in the rain (reblogs + follows appreciated)

[chiefyuz]

Here’s an old coloring I did‼️

GAHHH I LOVE HER SO MUCH 🙄🤯🤯😻😻

Anyways gotta go figure out an art style 😪

Oh btw I colored her in yelan’s color palette 🤭

[neuviley]

Yelan and Shenhe <3

[lady-synestia]

practicing drawing characters and tone for my coursework

[fishhhwithlegs]

Fanart of Yelan I did last summer for her release, she is so mother 🫡

[letmepetthedoghoyoverse]

One leak said Yelan will have a rerun next banner, so I’m gonna save everything for her and get her to C1.

Because she deserves it.

I have her weapon, she has 74 crit rate and 200~ crit damage and 38k hp, she does good damage but I can never get her burst up in time. C1 will be amazing.

[your-local-immortal-hermit]

Yelan painting / rendering practice

Also gun

She deserves a gun

[clara1011]

Happy b،day yelan❤️

[my-balalaika]

Happy birthday to the woman that carries all of my teams. I LOVE U YELAN

[mechanicallullaby]

some of my favs

[contentloadingandstuff]

What is a Husband's Role? - Liyue Girls x Male!Reader

A/N: Exams might be over for me, but now, of course, I got a notice that I have to submit myself to a military assessment, compulsory for all men in their 19th year of life. Wonderful. Anyway, enjoy! CW: None.

Question: Who is a husband to you? What is his role?

Beidou: Well, it's quite simple. Y/N is a tough guy, one that's not afraid of taking the world on his shoulders if need be. He handles things in my absence, keeping the Crux’s land-based businesses afloat. While I don't take him out to sea that much, I'd rather have him well and good just in case, he's more than adequate at running the fleet. Me? Heh, he always has my back. Whenever I drink, he stays sober and makes sure I'm taken care of and back home safely and he keeps my bunk warm at night. He's one hell of a man in the sheets too- Why are you blushing, eh? Not the kind of answer you expected? A gal has her needs, I'll have you know. 

Ganyu: My husband is the light of my life. Y/N treats me like a precious flower, tending to my needs and admiring me like the most beautiful thing in this world. When he holds me, he does so with utmost care and attention. His affection makes me feel safe and loved. Thanks to him, I learned to balance work and life again. But even when I'm on the clock, he visits me everyday for my midday nap. All of his support has been crucial for my self-esteem and my efficiency at work. Without him, I don't know where I would be today. Hm? T-too scientific…? I'm s-sorry, I've just been thinking about it a lot…

Hu Tao: Ah, yes! My partner in crime, my muse, and the man ensuring the continuation of the Hu bloodline! Aiya, whatever would my world be without him? It would be as bleak as the space between life and death, with me - a sad, wailing soul, eager to find the comforting warmth of another… I'm lucky enough to have it already. His role in this marriage is not just being my lover, but being my best friend too! He's always open to my shenanigans and eagerly listens to all of my poetic scribbles, praising me and giving constructive criticism in equal measure. Y/N is not deterred by my work, and never ever turns a cold shoulder towards me. He's there when I want to mess around, when I need help or when I just want to lay in his arms and twirl his hair. Mm, I can already picture our lovely heirs! I hope they'll have his eyes~. 

Keqing: I would like to confess something, if that is alright with you. Before I became a wife and a mother, I didn't truly understand what I was fighting for. I have been taught to work towards the preservation of an abstract idea of Liyue, a homogeneous mass of people and the land along with it. I fought for it, yes, but now I know that I didn't truly comprehend what Liyue is. When I first woke up alongside my husband and when I first held my daughter in my arms, I finally understood. I understood that I'm fighting for the people, not as some vague collective, but as individuals. I'm working and fighting for husbands such as Y/N, wives such as myself, and children like my own. I would give my life for my loved ones a hundred times over, and I can work twice as hard, knowing that I do so for the future of my family and every other family in Liyue. My husband opened my eyes, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

 

Lan Yan: Hey - that's no way to think about your beloved! Love is not inherently about being useful to each other, it's more about feelings and companionship. For example, I can't say that taking Y/N with me when picking rattan is making the process easier or faster; I could easily do it myself. But I invite him just to have him near. Hearing his voice comforts me, and to be honest, I've been by his side so long that I just feel… off without him. What if it stormed, or what if night caught me by surprise? He would be worried sick, I'm sure… Or what if I met a ghoul or a jiangshi while out? I m-mean, I have a Vision and everything, but is it wrong to feel safer around my big, strong husband?

Ningguang: I find it fairly obvious - he is to support me, to comfort me and to keep me company. If you would like a more personal take on the matter, I'd say that Y/N, for me, is a precious antique - surely the most valuable of all. His role is to be a feast for my eyes and my heart, nothing less, nothing more. I wouldn't want to drag him into my business, as that would be foolishly risking his life. His role is to satisfy my emotional and physical desires - after all, true fulfillment in these areas cannot be bought by Mora. 

Shenhe: Well, I learned that a husband's role is… Hm? You want me to answer in my own words? Oh, I see. Then… I used to think that a husband is meant to give his wife children. It is what I thought for most of my life, until I met Y/N. Y/N’s presence, his words and touch, cause a comforting warmth to spread through my chest. I learned that this is what love truly means. It's a sense of safety, but it is exciting all the same. I want him closer, but my usual dark visions do not appear in my mind. I do not feel the pressure of my soul straining against the red ropes. He calms me, he makes me feel safe. Now I understand the importance of having a soul to share one's life with. I understand now what the word ‘husband’ means. And I am… happy with Y/N by my side. 

Xinyan: I love Y/N because he honestly loves me for who I am. No matter if I rock and roll or feel in the mood for something softer, he'll jam out to it with me. And he's one hell of a guy, let me tell you! He's not afraid to go all in with me, no matter what. I thought about going on tour? He's there with me. I wanna save some Mora to upgrade my guitar? You guessed it, he pitches in as much as he can! I feel like stealing him and partying the night away? He never says no. That's the best man a gal can ask for!

Xianyun: Hmph. Are you implying One's choice of husband is poor? One will have you know that Y/N is of the finest sort - a body that would make the gods of old jealous and a mind that rivals One's own. It is the latter that’s of utmost importance - One doesn't see a husband as a mere nod-along, but as a man that is capable of challenging his wife's character and inciting her to grow. As such, don't be concerned by Y/N arguing my points at any point in time. It is what One desires, and loves about him the most. 

Xiangling: Ooh, where do I start! My hubby is the best sous chef in the world - he makes sure that the kitchen is stocked up, clean and well organised, letting me focus on my favourite part - cooking! Whenever I need to get ingredients, he takes my place in the restaurant. Sometimes we go out together to get some new ingredients and experiment a little. He's good at cutting up meat, hunting down that meat and defending me if any of my ingredients decides it wants to snack on me. And, when we camp for the night, his cuddles are just the best! Both my dad and Guoba approve of Y/N, so I suppose my taste in boys isn't that bad after all. 

Yelan: A woman my age, and in my line of work, can't be blamed for giving up and thinking she'll be alone until the end, right? That was the Yelan my husband met a few years back. And yet here I am today, a married woman. I knew I was missing out, but I just couldn't imagine how delightful it feels to have someone propping up my back - not for a mission, or a profession, but for life. My husband is my safety net. His arms are my hideout where I can rest from the stress of my daily work. I never want to lose him, which is why I have him stay low and always keep the eyes of my most trusted agent on him. Nobody is going to sneak up on my man - not while my heart still beats. 

Yun Jin: His use? Ah, I think I can answer that with a single word - adventure. I always dreamt of journeying across the outside world, and love is such a journey. Y/N is my companion on it, holding my hand whenever I feel scared or unsure, standing steadfast by my side. He lets me experience so many feelings and emotions I could only imagine before he took my heart… Hehe, stories of love I sing in opera don’t come close to experiencing a husband’s warmth yourself.  

Yanfei: Well, who else would listen to me ramble on about my passion other than my lovely Y/N? I swear, no matter how many versions or iterations of Liyue’s legal history I read out to him, he never gets sleepy! He even asks questions and actually remembers what each chapter was about, can you believe that?! Hehe, seriously now; he’s a great partner, both in life and in a discussion. Y/N makes some room in his schedule for visiting me at work every day of the week, and always brings some mean snacks with him. Oh - you have to try his crab cakes, they’ll blow your socks off! And who ever said that guys can’t cook, right? 

Thanks for reading!

[eleni-anz]

my journey through the deep roads in DAO brought back the memory of another my fav quest: genshin impact charas go to hell 💀

[lovesickeros]

can.. can I ask for an affectionate reader with characters who aren’t normally like… used to the love? like, not just through words but physical affection like hand-holding, kisses, hugs, all that shebang. probably with a few people like yelan, ei, basically any character that is either cut-off from society or seems socially distant or isolated. 😞

☆ affectionate reader with yelan, ei, & furina

[ 4.2 Archon Quest spoilers ]

× yelan

Varies between how you display your affection, to be honest. Just like being affectionate with people? She's cool with it as long as you don't pop by while she's working (mostly because she'll end up dragging you into it for a bit of fun). I don't think she's all that touchy feely herself, but she'll absolutely get you gifts instead– like pretty knick nacks? She'll make sure to snag any she thinks you might like. Like a good meal? Sure, she'll take you out to one of the restaurants in the city, doesn't matter how expensive. Her treat. If you do prefer physical gifts rather then being taken out, you'll eventually get used to the random unmarked letters and packages showing up where your staying pretty often. It's obvious to know who it came from even if she never signs anything.

Flirty reader, though? Whole nother can of worms and now it's a challenge. The more confident you are the more interested she is. The other acolytes would absolutely seethe at the idea but she has no hesitation at just straight up flirting back– she's as charismatic as they come and she's got a poker face that's basically impenetrable. She'll probably also make a bet to see who cracks first (she always wins, unsurprisingly). Probably won't get dragged into any of her schemes this way but if you ask politely maybe she'll consider it, anyway.

The smell of freshly brewed tea and the clatter of dice across wood was a common sight at the Yanshang Teahouse– less common was the woman secluded in the far corner, her lips pulled into a grin that flashed fangs and a look that would scare off the most confident of men.

She'd normally try to scope out any new blood that'd made the mistake of stepping into her teahouse and was equally stupid enough to accept a gamble against her just for the thrill of it, but she was far too absorbed in the warm body at her side, one of her die clasped tightly in their hand as she guided them through the motions– they had a knack for it, she had to admit. The thought made her preen, the clatter of the die as it rolled across the table giving her that subtle, familiar rush.

Even if she knew exactly where it'd land.

"Six. Hm, maybe you're just lucky," She muses, plucking the die from the table and holding it up to her eye like a prized jewel, "Or maybe you're not as innocent as you'd have us believe." There's a sharp glint in her eyes at the prospect, but everyone else has the sense to keep their heads down and their words to themselves as she tosses the die herself.

"So why don't we find out and make a bet, just between you and me?"

× ei

Varies between Ei and the Shogun, because you'll probably be seeing either as much as the other. Sometimes you gotta really squint to tell who it is sometimes, but you get used to it. Both are fairly similar, though, in that their first instinct (especially in public) is to tense up like you're about to attack them or something. Difference is Ei eventually relaxes after a solid minute of trying to process your sudden affection and, if no one else is around, she might even reciprocate. Just don't tease her for being a little stiff and awkward about it, she's trying. That's what happens when your only company is a robot and uh. Nothing. For like 500 years. She's trying. Raiden, on the other hand, is just about as awkward as you can imagine. She's polite (blunt) about it because Ei is fond of you and also you are. The Creator. But she's not really built to deal with personal relationships and so she doesn't know how to deal with affection.

..Depending on what you do you may or may not blue screen Ei hard enough that she retreats back to PoE

Ei usually isn't fond of sitting still, unless it's to meditate. At least then she goes in with a purpose, something to achieve– but now, she's just focused on trying not to make a fool of herself. Her muscles are starting to ache from how hard she's tensing, though, in an effort to sit as straight and still as possible as their hands glide through her hair, weaving it into a single braid.

She can just barely hear the subtle lilt of their voice as they hum– and though it is soothing, it is also..very distracting. She can't focus long enough to try and meditate, too lost in the gentle rise and fall of their voice and the care they take to braid her hair. If she'd had a heart, she'd sure it'd be beating so wildly against her ribcage they could hear it.

But then it stops– their hands fall back to their sides and their humming falters. She freezes, too, racking her brain for any slights she must have committed. Instead, she is met with a calm, tender touch on the back of her neck, making her inhale sharply.

"Am I making you uncomfortable, Ei? You're so tense.." She has to grit her teeth to stop herself from bowing so low her head presses against the ground, her hands folded in her lap, clenching instinctively. "..No, Divine One." She answers simply, trying to contain the adoration swelling in her chest.

Yet as much as she tries to relax, to ease their worries, she finds that she cannot.

"Hm." That small murmur, a simple sound that nearly made her jump, was the only warning she got before they scooted closer, wrapping their arms around her stomach and resting their chin on her shoulder with a grin she would liken to Miko's, if she dared to make such a comparison. "Really?"

She swears she must've been feverish at the affection, lightheaded and dazed until she thought she might simply perish at the brush of their hands against her own.

Much to her embarrassment, however, she doesn't realize she's instinctively pulled back into Plane of Euthymia until she sees the familiar dull purples engulf her vision once again.

Though only a small solace, it seemed a little..brighter, this time.

× furina

Varies between pre 4.2 and post 4.2 archon quests to be honest.

Pre 4.2 she comes off as very vain– of course the most Divine would see fit to spoil her with affection! She deserves it, and is obviously their favorite! Just don't look too hard because she's terrible at hiding how flustered she actually is. Absolutely goes home right after and screams into her pillow for at least thirty minutes minimum.

Post 4.2 she's a lot more openly bashful and flustered. She's really not used to affection and even the smallest show of it has her folding immediately. Now that she doesn't need to worry about being found out she's a lot more receptive to affection. Cup her cheeks and compliment her and her knees are buckling. Like. Especially weak for compliments and praise (she deserves it. please spoil her).

She swears she must be hallucinating– she had been having trouble sleeping recently. But..no. The visage of the Creator was as real as the sweat beading on her brow as she stared at them for a long, awkward moment. Should..she let them in? But then they'd see the pathetic state she was in, and the last thing she wanted to do was make a fool of herself in front of them-!

Her choice was quickly made for her, anyway, as she let out an undignified squeak of surprise when they suddenly tugged her forward into their chest, enclosing her in a hug.

Her first reaction was to freeze– her second was becoming absolutely flustered, her cheeks flushing a soft pink and her mouth closing and opening as she tried to find her words.

"I– ah..um." She stumbled over her words instead, floundering like a fish out of water. Yet she felt a distinct sense of emptiness wash over her when they finally pulled back, looking a touch sheepish. "Sorry, sorry– you just looked like you needed a hug."

The silence spoke for itself, her shoulders tensing slightly. But the way the concern and affection bled through their voice made her waver, her hands trembling as she let out a shaky breath that almost sounded like a sigh.

"It's..It's fine! Fine, I'm fine." She repeated, trying desperately to ignored the way her voice cracked and how hot her face felt– though it was more an attempt to affirm herself that she was not thinking about how warm they felt, how much she..actually enjoyed the hug. She wasn't thinking about it all! Absolutely not!

..Maybe a little.

"Just warn me next time, please?"