Genshin Impact Oneshots

Cyno ✨ Y/n (M4A)

It has to be done. I'm running out of characters to write for JRKSKCJSKR
I STILL HAVE TO WAIT FOR KUZUHA(is it Kazuha or Kuzuha??) SO I CAN FINALLY WRITE HIM ACCURATELY😭

Fixed eye color btw and he'd actually from the manga-

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"The Scent of Jasmine"

The lands of Wisdom, where alchemists, researchers, and historians gather, was always known much more about the world than the others. Likewise, the archon that ruled over this land was known to be one to have knowledge, information, and the like, just as this land excels in... excellence in academics and bearer of knowledge. It was like a library for arcane information for most, but for the historian that bloomed with lenience, it was still lacking with the knowledge that their hands grasped long, long ago.

Y/n had an eye for the things shrouded in mystery. Even the most transient phenomena, they would go through great lengths to understand. To understand the world in full detail was the dream of alchemists, researchers, and many more, but their dream was to completely gain the knowledge from general knowledge, down to the scintilla of the world. To them, everything was done for a reason. It was the reason why everyone applauded their desires, unknowing of the building cacoëthes branching off of their heart.

Cyno sharply looked at the figure in a cloak from a few feet away, their eyes narrowing as the scent of Jasmine bewitches him so. This cloaked figure had eyes with a strange hue like that of an ethereal shade of blue and purple, a gradient that reminded him of the night sky astrologers study about. Their hair was h/c, that faded to a lighter shade, often styled in a loose fishtail, littered with Jasmine flowers. Cyno looks at the figure with a gaze of suspicion. They were often crowded with researchers, alchemists, historians, and such. This orphic historian was demure as well, that no one would have suspected them.
"What's with that gaze of yours. Quite intimidating." The mellow voice whispered ever so gently onto his ear. Had he zoned out? He looked at the figure with the honeyed voice, their night-colored eyes shining like the clusters he sees when the sun rests for the day. "I guess you zoned out? Don't worry, I end up zoning out while staring at people," Y/n assured. "What are you thinking of, if I may ask?" Ah yes, I forgot how eager this female was to learn just about anything... I have to set up a good lie. "I had just been thinking of something from the past. You needn't worry," Y/n tilted her head. "Past... Some are left untold in history, unrecorded. This is why I beg to see the world, with eyes always open," Y/n stares off with their eyes, swirling with admiration for the unknown. "Well then. As the sol is about to fall down to rest, and our Teyvatan lune rises high, I ask of you, shall we stroll around this enigma of an arcademia?" Cyno could not refuse as this riddle-like figure before him strings their words into pretty little sentences that just... enticed him so.

The umbra was something, especially when the Musk roses catches their eye along the paths. Despite the flora in the gardens, Cyno's eye attended at the soul before him. This Jasmine-scented person was tempting him to act in a way that wasn't professional of him. "Y/n," The said person looked at their companion, his orange eyes holding a wisp of curiosity. "What is it that bewitches me when I stare at your eyes?" Y/n's lips shaped to an 'o'. "What is it that entices me to follow your scent?" The two halted by a bench, as Cyno made his claims.
"You hold such information about this world, much more than the Arcademia knows, and you hold mystique... it allures me so," Y/n looked at the male with a smile.
"It must be the Jasmine," Y/n smiled. "No... The flowers in your hair only accentuates. They are not the centerpiece." Y/n moved near the man, and lovingly wrapped their arms around them, pulling them to their chest.
"Is it because of the enigmatic fog that obscures your vision of the secrets my psyche brings, or is it something more in the branches of philanthropy?" Y/n asked.

"I find you... intriguing, as if you were otherworldly. You hold such eleemosune to those around you, yet somehow you are vainglorious when it comes to earning information, that feeds your voracity."
Y/n smiled, giggling at the male. "If that is the case," Y/n whispered to his ear, their words running like syrup down to his brain. "Then maybe it really is just the Jasmine," Before Y/n could remove their arms, Cyno took the chance, and grasped their arms, wrapping them around him once again.

"If the fragrance of Jasmine entices me just as you said, then let me indulge on your scent a little more."
Y/n smiled as they held the male more to their chest under the lune.