#reflection of scara's past

[geewintg]

Serendipity in the Winds

Genshin Impact Wanderer (Scaramouche) x reader

Synopsis: You were saved by a man who’s identity was hidden under a large hat. Though you forgot overtime and never remembered, a certain encounter at the hands of the fatui tapped an erased memory swept away by whirlwinds of what should have been forgotten.

Note: You are not traveler

In your childhood, there was a traveller dressed in flowing garbs of purple and red accents. Amidst the wreckage of the once-you-call home, he saw you sitting in the house reduced to ashes and burnt charcoal. The fire around crackled and popped with ardent ire for what is left to burn.

Everything's gone. The village. Your home. The people. 

Adults were slaughtered, kids were abducted, all livelihood burned in sea of flaming red. The aftermath of screams and metal echoed hollow in the silent wind. 

Everyone's gone, except for you. 

That's when you met him. A helpless child, you are, with no tears left to shed. You slept, clutching a wooden doll of what is left of your jubilant memories. 

"Poor you. Abandoned. Cruel is the world, isn't it?" The man had no face, but his voice dripped with surly mock as if he found it amusing. "There's nothing left for you here yet you cling to worthless things it reminds you of. So what are you waiting for?" 

You could only gaze up with no voice left to speak. A flurry of blue and red was all you could remember until you find yourself waking from a soft, warm bed.

~~

"Coming, Sir!" you yelled after the call as you hastily threw the white sheets over the string line to dry them. 

You lived with an old childless couple. They took you in after the catastrophe that fell over the distant, secluded village. The fatui raided the village. You surviving was a miracle. 

You could barely remember what happened. Cries of woe and the screams of desperate flee were the only clear-cut thing that rung your ears. Fire. Fire. Smoke and fire. 

Your parents hid you in a clay pot and covered you with heavy things, tucking you away near the root of a tree. Cover your ears, they said. When you got out, everything was...gone. 

Then a traveler dressed in flowing garbs of purple and red accents, a large hat covering his face. 

A traveler dressed in flowing garbs; face hidden away by the rim of his hat... 

A traveler with no face.... 

A man....... 

You blanked out at the raging bubbles of the tea broiled too much to liking. What were you thinking about again? 

Ah, yes, your old village. The old couple was shocked to see a knocked-out child on their steps, thin from shock and barely moving. You were dehydrated and severely famished. 

They didn't know how you managed to crawl your way through here. You didn't know how you got here. You just somehow...did. 

You frowned. 

There's no point in thinking of the past. What matters is you're alive and well. You could say it was the grace of your archon. 

During one of your errands, you came across a group of trees and decided to pick lavendermelons to roast for dinner's miso soup. But as you were reaching for one on a branch, a party of electro slimes emerged from the ground, surrounding the tree and trapping you in place. 

Oop... Well, you're screwed. 

The slimes don’t seem to be leaving anytime soon so you’re stuck up in a tree for a good while. You sighed to yourself. After quite a while, the shadow casted by the tree moves slowly and you’re getting worried of how you’re getting yourself out. It was a lost cause until you find two figures walking down the dirt pathway. 

You called out to them and managed to get their attention. Though, unfortunately, it seems it wasn’t the help you were looking for. 

Two fatuis. Both are armed against a poor defenseless you. 

The lean one covered with black and red nodded his head to his larger companion. They aimed for the slimes underneath you and rid of them easily. You gulped as you helped yourself down. 

“T-thank you,” you stammered even if you didn’t want to, and you can’t bring yourself to meet their gazes. “How can… how can I ever repay you?” 

“Should her do?” One of them asked and they shared a look that made your stomach drop. 

The leaner one grabbed your wrist and pulled you harshly. “Since we saved your life, it only makes sense if you pay us back with it.” 

If there was anyone who’d come across the same path moments later, they’d only see lavendermelons wasted on the grass. 

~~

“Walk,” they said. You did, with a gun’s muzzle at your head. 

You could only count the remaining days as you busied yourself staring at every rock you pass by on the road. 

“Hey, chief, this doesn’t seem the right direction.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“This place doesn’t give us any landmark on the map.” 

The sky already started to crowd with dark clouds and the orange sky was barely visible. The winds picked up and you three were all in the middle of nowhere in the trees. 

The “chief” growled and nudged you with his gun. “Hey, you know where we are.” 

You shook your head, cowering away, rubbing soothingly of where he shoved you. 

“You mean you live here and you don’t know where we are,” he remarked “useless bitch-” He grabbed you by the collar and you leaned your face back from the glowing red pupils gleaming past the mask, whimpering. 

“I-I don’t know!” 

This is it. Even the sky was ready mourning for you as it dropped its fresh tears on your cheek. At least, this way. No one would know your wets eyes. Your desperate yells and cries of help. At the very least, you wouldn’t look pathetic at the encounter of another fatui not like the first time you hid away and let everyone around you suffer. 

Maybe it was fate. You were supposed to meet the same fate as those in your village but you narrowly avoided it by hairbreadth. Now it came to take you that is long overdue. 

As he raised his other hand, someone strolled by. A man dressed in blue and white, hiding his face away with a large hat. His flowing garbs rode the cool passing wind like careless, unperturbed waves, much like he was right now. 

No, no! “R-run away!” 

But he acted like he didn’t hear you and continued walking. Before he could pass through, the bigger one of the fatui stopped him and pointed his machine. 

“Hey you!” the chief said, “Take us to an inn.” 

The short man paused. At that moment, you wanted to cry. Why didn’t he run away? It was so simple, so stupid. 

All the fatui does is ruin lives! 

“Two big, strong fatuis, asking me to be their chaperone,” he scoffed, “How amusing.” 

It was all like a blur. You laid on the muddy pathway, drenched in the rain all over, but you kept your eyes on the majestic figure that floats. A god? Is he a god? Your savior? 

Two bodies dropped on the ground with a sickening thud as they fell from a great height. But those weren’t the things that concerned you, you were more in awe of the man who graciously saved you. 

As he descended down, you took in all of his features. For once, you saw his face. Midnight purple hair and dark blue eyes. It was then when his feet touched the ground, you were deprived of his holy sight when his hat reappeared once more, shielding everything from you. 

You snapped from your stupor when he spared you his gaze. “I- my god. My savior!” You rushed to him and held the hem of his sleeves in a flurry of emotions. “Thankyou thankyou thankyou!” 

Your tears mixed with the light dose of rain drops but you could care less. All you care was that you were alive, safe, and breathing. 

“How can I ever repay you, my lord?” 

The look on his face was in the mixture of bewilderment then shifting to disgust. It was then you realized that you were getting his clothes soaked. 

“I’m sorry, really sorry,” you bowed you head multiple times when you stepped back. But you grabbed his hands and asked him what he wanted. 

He said, “Yeah, yeah, just go back to where you came from.” 

He didn’t seem interested in whatever payback you’re giving, but you didn’t want to leave without a good deed left unpaid. So you tugged him and said, “My home isn’t far from here, my lord. Are you a wanderer? I can offer you a place to stay in for the night and then we can consider my debt as paid.” 

When he was about to reject it, you hastily added, “And I will stop bothering you.” 

He paused and considered it then grumbling a “fine.”

~~

When you made it back to the village, there were a few people who greeted you with familiarity while casting their unsure, wary gazes on the hooded figure that tailed behind you. All it takes was a “it’s fine, he’s with me” to completely get their cases off the stranger—your savior’s—back. 

It astounds you how these people wouldn’t know until a little later that you were abducted hours ago if you didn’t come home like you normally would. You would have become a cold case. 

As you stepped on the porch of your home, the door immediately opened with your frenzied adoptive mother who was so surprised yet relieved to finally see you. 

“What happened?” she asked as she checked every nook and cranny, cupping your face and twisting it side to side. “It was almost getting dark and you’re still not home. I thought something happened to you! My goodness, graces of the archons above don’t ever do that again.” That’s when she took notice of the man behind you. “Who is this young man?” she whispered to your ear. 

“Mother, this is the man who saved me from the fatui.” 

“Fatui?!” 

Your ears almost fell off hearing her scream. 

“It’s okay now. This man passed by and saved me when they were taking me somewhere.” 

“You’re not hurt, are you?” she frantically looked for any injuries on your arms and sighed when she didn’t see one. Although you do have minor scratches. Then she ushered you both inside. “Come, you two, let’s dry you off. It’s pouring outside.”

~~

As you two dried yourselves off, you noticed that not once did he took off his hat. You didn’t say anything but he looked at you and said, “What? I’m not taking it off,” as if he knew what you were thinking. 

But you only smiled. “Don’t worry, I wouldn���t.” 

When dinner time came, the nameless wanderer did not join the table. Even when called, he didn’t come. He just sat up on the roof of the house and stared at the sky. That was until you came with a bowl in hand and offered it to him. 

“I don’t need it.” 

“But it’s for you, so you wouldn’t go hungry on your journey,” you said, dismayed as you look down on the poor rejected piece of artistry you did with the bowl. 

“Like I said, I don’t need it.” 

“Even if we made it for you?” 

You saw him cringed and fight back the urge to say the same thing. After a moment of internal struggle, seeing that you wouldn’t stop until he eats, he sighed in defeat, “Fine. Give me the bowl. You said you made this? Let’s see of how much of a chef you claim you were. You better not burn my tongue off.” 

You just laughed at his remarks. For some reason, it doesn’t sound as spiteful as he tries to make it to be. 

After taking a sip, he fell silent. He didn’t comment anything but you can see the surprise in his eyes as he took another spoonful in his mouth. You enjoyed his reaction. 

There was a tingle in your stomach. This young man felt oddly familiar, but you can’t place a finger on it. Did he remind you of someone? 

You can’t remember. Someone as striking as him would definitely be impressionable on the first meeting. But then, how? You mostly felt it when you met him there, gazing up to his benevolent figure, saving you from the fatui. 

You’ve been there. 

You’ve met him. 

You think… 

“Why are you making a face? Why? Did it make you nervous that you’re feeding me your bad cooking?” He huffed as he set down the emptied bowl beside him. That snapped you out of your reverie. 

“Oh, no, I was just thinking of something…” you admittedly said, absent-minded. “Have we met before?” 

“What? Are you delusional?” 

“I’m kidding.” You scratched your head with a laugh. “It’s just that. I had a tingle.” But before you could go any further, you remembered something, “Oh! Hold on, wait a moment, I’ll get something.” 

You came back with something in hand. When you gave it to him, you looked at you for the first time in confusion. “What is this doll for?” He held it limply in the air. 

You laughed. “That’s something precious to me. A memory of my old village…” you gaze up with stars reflected in your eyes as you thought of your fond memories. “That was all that’s left after the fatui burned it down. So even if it meant miniscule to you that you saved me from those two, it meant the whole world to me.” 

He said nothing and stared at the doll with an expression you couldn’t quite decipher. It was gone the moment that you tried to look into it. Or maybe he had none at all. To him, it could just be another random doll, a token of gratitude. 

But to you, at the very least, it would be something to remind him of this encounter. 

You came close then your lips met his cold cheeks. The winds blew and the beautiful visage of his flowing robes and surprised expression will be forever etched in your mind. “Thank you,” you whispered.

#genshin x reader #scaramouche #wanderer #scaramouche x you #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshinxreader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x you #wanderer x reader #genshin impact fanfiction #reflection of scara's past

[veintrry]

I found this old hc I had that scara was traumatised by the event of the burning house that now fire just reminds him of it constantly or he reacts to it a certain way. Even if he can be around fire like anyone else could it still brings memories of then, which ironic after saying he wouldn't let human emotions taint him yet he latches onto such experiences

#i always think of this #i cant let it go #its ironic because his friend was both warm and bright #its something you should welcome yet it was turned into soemthing horrid #its also a reflection of his past self #wanderer #kunikuzushi #wanderer genshin #genshin kunikuzushi #wanderer headcanons #wanderer angst #kunikuzushi angst #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche #genshin scara

[kuni-is-daddy]

Imagine shower sex with scara & wanderer

Scaramouche X Reader X Wanderer : Puppet pleasers.

Context: 'Agree to disagree'

Word count: 1.4k Straight filth.

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Ft: F/ngering,Facef/cking, Scara's a jerk, Double p/netration.

"N-No..Scara..Kuni..Its fine, Im just tired..I'll go wash up for a bit"

CW: Minors do NOT interact past the cut! This is a NSFW POST!

Scara and kuni treating there darling to a soothing shower after their stressful date. Scara 'gently' guided you into the shower as kuni is adjusting the water just as you like it and their immediately both obsessed with how you look under them. Your eyes are droopy as the makeup washes off into the washcloth Kuni gently dampened your face with and mixed in soap, Holding your chin up with his pale fingers. While scara Bit his lip at how delicate you looked from the back. Bite marks he's given along your neck and small hickeys on your shoulders.

The shower was rather spacious and sparklingly clean to the point you saw your reflection by the thick tile rest, resting under a cubby with your bars of soap, shampoo and other bodywash they bought as a gift. You heard a soft sigh and assumed it was kuni, His lean form was shielding most of the warm water from your face and washing through his own hair. His indigo pupils never left your beautiful face as he carefully Dapped along your lips. Smudging off your lipgloss, then softly folding the towel towards your eyes. Just as he was, you we're like a doll to him in every way, He relished in you dressing up for him, The way your skirt perfectly curved along your thighs then up to your waist. Finally leading up to your breasts hidden under a blouse. Even recollecting your bitterly warm smile after patiently waiting with lessor lord kusanali for his return after days made his cock twitch.

In a daze he continued dapping the cloth despite your face being clearly washed off for the nth time. "K-kuni?" You blinked, "Are you okay?" You brushed his bangs out his eyes and his cheeks turned pink at the contact. "Hm? Yeah. I just...Do you feel better. Doll?" "Mhm~" You hummed and rested on his palm; the puppet became even more flustered than he already was. His eyes dimmed and moved closer to your face, intoxicated by the smell of your soap. Scara Averted his own gaze to kuni and looked at him unamused. What a pitiful state he's in; Scara thought, but archons was he right. You looked wonderful like this, Fragile... and so vulnerable like a flower as you pressed your soft lips on Kuni's. He removed his fingers and now cupped your face with his hand in search for your tongue. The water splashed onto your eyes, fluttering them shut while a pair of hands trailed along your chest and you moaned into Wanderer's mouth, catching him off guard as he pulled away with a thin trail of your saliva on his lips. "S-scara~? Wait-" He began licking along your previous bite marks and cupped your breasts. "Ah ah ah~ darling...When you asked to be pampered.. Did all my pet want was a little kiss?" Scara mocked kuni then grinned at him while he sucked his teeth. "I- mnn..No~" You shook your head and scara whispered in your ear. "Then take your reward like a goodgirl."

Before you could mutter another word kuni took ahold of your face again, cupping your cheeks with his thumb eagerly to shove his tongue within your taste. "Mnh~ hmn~" You moaned into kuni's mouth; His taste was a bit sweet like yours from dessert you both shared at the restaurant. Your hand trailed onto his neck, pushing him closer with breathy sighs leaving his lips. Scara's cock grew harder at the sight and bucked your hips closer to his erection, your ass skimmed along the tip of his cock while you we're sandwiched in-between the two puppets. He began licking along your previous bite marks until You finally pulled away from wanderer. Practically gasping for air through the heated mist of the shower. "shit.. your enjoying yourself arent you? My pretty little doll~" kuni went to touch your chest but got interrupted by scara's own hands wrapped around you. "Put her on down on the Tile. She's getting fucked the way she deserves." Scara ordered. You swallowed nervously at his explicit words turning your head down only to notice Kuni's shaft hard and leaking precum. He rolled his eyes but complied, Picking you up then laying your body onto the thick tile rest. Your back shivered a bit at the cold, but quickly relaxed in the hot shower. The two puppets looked over you once again, Legs spread apart and hair frazzled along the tile. And that 'innocent' glare you always gave them before they pounced on you like a cat.

Scara began pumping his cock, moving closer to your face where kuni shifted down in between your legs. "Open your mouth" He ordered again. You stuck your tongue out, panting again as the hot air made contact. Scara's eyes glowed a faint purple and he chuckled a bit at your obedience. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, Then guided your mouth onto his length almost a bit too gently. "If you bite, I wont let you cum." he whispered. Kuni Licked his lips at the sight of your wet clit, He traced his bangs back then licked around the bud, instantly making your thighs twitch. Scara let out a soft moan while your tongue laced around his cock. God your mouth was so fucking warm. It took every bit of the balladeers restraint to not face fuck you as he guided your head back and forth. You couldnt help but moan on his cock, Your body was overwhelmed with pleasure on both ends.

"Your- Mn~ such a needy little doll arent you.? You like being used like this from both ends?" Your head bucked back as kuni inserted two of his fingers into your pussy, scissoring you while licking along your folds. You moaned again as scara's length pushed deeper back and forth into your throat as if you we're begging for him to fuck you. "Ah~ just like that- F-fuck your gonna make me cum slut~Fuck..Fuck!~" Scara grabbed your hair roughly again and bucked his hips into your throat, pushing himself far enough that your eyes rolled back while swallowing his warm load and he slightly felt a sting. Kuni shoved a 3rd finger into your wetness. His slim fingers we're soaked in a mix of your juices and water as he stroked himself with his other hand. Scara leaned down, grouping your breasts in his hands while playing with your nipples. "Yeah? Your gonna cum from just his fingers slut?" "M' not a slut~ I- Please~! Kuni!" Kuni thrusted his fingers faster, chasing his own high while desperately licking your bud. "Remember what i told you slut?" the balladeer whispered again. "If you bite, your not gonna cum?" He said through snickers. "B-but I- Ah~! I didnt~! S-scara kuni-! please! please!" You whimpered and begged but to no avail Kuni Slowed down on your clit, Only peppering licks before licking up your current juices with his fingers.

Scaramouche picked you up, then had kuni hold you by your waist as he leaned onto the wall. "Wrap your arms around me." Without warning Kuni and scara both inserted their tips inside your prepped pussy and you nearly screeched after being so full. "Ah! S-scara- Kuni~! it's too much- Your so big~!" "You can take it darling~" Kuni said while kissing your shoulder. Scara thrusted up into your warmth, moaning at your walls squishing them both inside. "S-so fucking tight..~" Within the shower echo'd their mixed praise and moans in your mushy mind, Your throat was still horse from scara cumming inside, but you pleaded with short breathes to finally reach your orgasm. You we're so patient with them during the date and there many many arguments, Why couldnt they just reward their good girl after treating them so well. "R-right there and~ ah! Scara~ Kuni~ Mn Im close~! please dont stop! please let me cum!" "Hah~ look how fucking delirious she is. Already fucked out just like that~ You wanna cum that bad slut?" please please please "mhm~! please let me cum~!"

With another sloppy thrust from both of them, They came deep into your womb with their hot seed as your juices squirted onto them. As if on instant your body began to feel numb as your high subsided. You fell back into The balladeers chest with hazy vision and view as they cock warmed you. The room began to feel silent, And the only sound was your shared panting and shower still running warm water. It was comforting being in between them like this as stuffed as you we're. Finally, your eyes fluttered shut in-between them. A perfect view of two pairs of indigo eyes and a devilish smirks watching you rest.

#genshin smut #scaramouche smut #scaramouche #scaramouche x female reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer smut #wanderer x reader #wanderer genshin #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin impact #wanderer x you #wanderer x y/n

[heizours]

GLITCHES

summary. when they find out that you're planning to delete the game under a few reasons

tags. gn! reader, grammatical mistakes may occur

cw. angst if you squint, mentions of explosions, sumeru archon quest spoilers on scara's part, they are lowkey freaking out like it's the end of the world

feat. xiao, scaramouche, heizou, zhongli, kazuha

note. there will be no endings/parts where the reader deletes or doesn't delete the game. to make it easier, the characters somehow already knows another way to prove their existence, and that it is ;)

< back to event m.list

INTRO.

Recently you have been busy for the past few days, as you're trying to accomplish all the works that was given to you before the given deadline.

And that also meant, not being able to spend the rest of your day opening the game. You really tried managing your time, but even that advice can't stop from the overflowing requirements that were continuously being given to you.

Which led to this scenario- apparently your laptop's storage has already reached it's limit, and because of that you can't save the file that was tasked to you

"Are you seriously playing with me now?" You grumbled under your breath, as this minor problem is starting to making you feel frustrated.

Meanwhile, your dear character has been very worried about you. He haven't seen you log in for the past recent weeks, and each passing day was a dreading feeling for him.

Till, all his answers have been granted when that familiar feeling came back again as he heard the sudden sound, which indicates of you logging in. The feeling of your presence, made him feel at ease again. But, of course, he seriously didn't expected it to be thrown away in an instant.

"Perhaps playing one last time, should erase the guilt I'm going to be feeling while deleting this..." You mumbled to yourself, not even the slightest aware that it was clearly heard by him beyond your screen.

Oh, no.

What have you done?

XIAO. 

any outsider would think that there’s nothing going on inside his mind. the truth is, he’s trying to understand if what you had just said was just a joke or not, that he didn’t even noticed that he’s actually panicking the minute he heard it.

Xiao’s breathed hitched in nervousness at the statement that he had just heard from you, not too long ago. His eyes widened in both shock and fear, as he needed to control his breathing so that you won’t be able to noticed the odd actions about him. 

He tried to keep his composure, but he really can’t as his thoughts continue to spiral and emerge from every corner of his brain. 

Did he do something that you didn’t like?

Is it because he isn’t build enough to surpass your expectations?

Or maybe, you just came up with that excuse to indirectly say that you’re tired of him?

No amount of words can be describe by the amount of predictions Xiao is coming up with, as he looked back to reflect on his actions if there is something that bothered you so much, that you refused to play the game for the past few weeks and now, you’re mumbling about deleting it from your gadget’s existence.

His eyes kept darting every where that is surrounding him, except the direction that leads to yours, as he could feel the sweat from nervousness and fear are starting to kick and come out from him.

“But- they were always so happy and glad after logging in. It’s impossible that they are getting tired of it l, they even always use my abilities and skills to complete quests..” He mumbled to himself.

He looked up to look at you again, and there was no denying that Xiao can see frown that was evident on your face even though you tried to hide it in the first place, while you’re taking every last explore in the map, to be worth it and cherished before logging off.

If there’s anything that affects Xiao the most, it is seeing you under the clouds.

Suddenly, the thoughts that were brewing inside him, were pushed out of the way, as this time a determination presence has made it known from within him.

He has made up his mind, and even if it will have to cost something, then so be it.

It might be considered as an irrational decision, but anything is a rational one as long as it involves your happiness and well-being.

“Before I knew it, you are the only keeper of my heart. You gave me such a blossoming feeling I can't be able to explain. Then in return, if this decision will be for your own good, then I’m willing to risk it all for you.”

SCARAMOUCHE.

it might be already expected that he would let out a sudden outburst like he usually does, but it was the complete opposite of it. he was as still as thin ice, since that statement alone from you had triggered and brought back such major flashbacks that he had experienced from his whole life.

For a thousand of years he has lived and wandered all his life, this was the very first time Scaramouche has experience that feeling once again.

He thought that it was all over, and that he had left all those incidents all in the past, but you were the trigger for those unpleasant memories to emerged back from the ashes.

He doesn't understand.

What do you mean by that?

Are you also going to be like her? like them?

Are you also going to abandon him?

Scaramouche felt paralyze by those thoughts, because just as he was about to become a playable character and is waiting for the anticipation to be welcomed in your arms, this is what he gets instead?

“That can’t be possible, in fact- they are always excited whenever I get cutscenes especially if they are unexpected ones- or maybe they didn't like my part for Sumeru's archon quest..?" He murmured to himself, as he covered a part of his mouth, while being deep into his thoughts.

He looked back up to the screen, only to see you very focused on defeating a group of hilichurls that you were commissioned to. But no amount of focus can cover the sadness that is displayed on your face.

Scaramouche often has a routine, that since he is still an NPC and can be able to also roam around whether your online or offline in the game, he had made it a point to himself, to subtly follow you wherever you go, so that he can also be able to secretly help you to defeat the opponents much easier than you expected.

He for once, thanked himself that he never got tired of doing it, even though he sometimes also ‘complains’ how it’s really troublesome to see, that someone as dangerous as himself, is discreetly following you around like a lost child.

He took one last look at you, before turning his back. But as he took force steps away from you, he had halt it. Once again, he turned around to look at you, as a small smile slowly crept up to his face.

Like he suddenly had a big plan on his mind.

After all, if you can be able to enter his, then he too can do the same to yours. Right?

“The hoax, they are just all a gigantic lie in the world I live in. But you, you were different from all of them, in you I found peace and assurance. So, can I be able to find the truth in yours?”

HEIZOU.

as expected from a detective like himself, he’s coming up with every equation, that can fit as the solution to your problem. he gives himself some assurance that it will take not that much of a time before he finds one....or can he be able to?

He is a prodigy, an amazing detective. Surely he can be able to find such major clues, and can put it into the puzzle that's missing it's pieces, to prevent you from erasing the game?

Heizou stands there with his typical detective pose, as he goes deeper in his inner thoughts.

Ah, maybe this can work!

I think I'm gonna have a change of plans, it will not work.

It's alright, I can be able to solve this. Hopefully..

His brain continued to brew and function like it used to be, but every time he comes up with something it was always met by a dead end.

If any passer by will be able to see him, they could literally see the imaginary smoke coming from his brain, and because of his frequent change in expressions.

One moment his eyes would light up, the second he will freeze in pure disappointment before replacing it with a frustrated expression, as he goes back at the starting line.

"This is quite odd...usually I can be able to solve cases with the help of my intuition, but how is it I can't find something for their problem?"

Heizou mumbled disappointedly to himself.

He wasn't even aware, that the "assurance" that he is telling to himself, will be the embodiment for him so start panicking, as the fear that he won't be able to see and feel your presence again, is starting to sink in.

Heizou looked back up at the screen, as the dreaded feeling in him continued to drop. Archons, he hated it so much to see you feeling like this.

If only he can just find a way disappear from this sham world, and can be able to do all the things he is already thinking of to comfort you, then he would gladly do so.

The moment that unintentional statement formed in his mind, a large bright light bulb appeared above his head.

'That's it!'

He snapped his fingers as he mentally exclaimed it.

It was a risky and impossible solution, but how could we say it as an impossible one, when we haven't even tried it yet?

He took a look at you, up at the screen before raising up his hand, as if he was trying to touch your cheek and comfort you, despite the digital barrier that is hindering him from doing so.

"You are the William to my Sherlock, therefore I would like you to wait for me [Name], I promise you I will be the solution to your needs."

ZHONGLI.

he flinched unconsciously from that statement. out of all the possible words he is already predicting to come out from you, this was by far, the most surprising one. can you imagine the look on his face?

Out of all the things that Zhongli has expected, this was the very least he had expected to happen.

It was a very rare yet memorable moment to catch the old archon to be off guard, and there is no denying that he did felt that way when you had spoken to yourself about how you're thinking of ending things already.

He completely understands it due to the experiences he had seen as a witness during his lifetime, as he also has his own beliefs that he can't be able to stop you, especially that it is not his right to know what's happening among your personal affairs.

After all, you're not even the least aware that he is alive and breathing lively inside the device you're using right now.

However, there is still this tingling feeling where he's a little curious of what is bothering you so much, that it this had to happen in this point of your life.

Did something not good happened?

Are you alright?

Will you still remain safe, even if you erase his existence?

Such countless thoughts started coming one after another, as the more he continues to spiral down through it, the more he is getting concerned about your condition.

"One shall not expose their identity especially if it's something unimaginable, but I clearly want to express how concern I am over you [Name].."

Zhongli voiced out to himself, because if he would do it in front of you, then there is a very big possibility that you're going to freak out and will be able to click that delete button without any hesitation, before he can even explain anything about that glitch.

Engrossed in his thoughts, he was snapped out of it after hearing a big explosion that was not that far from where he is standing at the moment.

He has hesitating if he should go after it, especially that there is a chance someone might have gotten in danger because of it, but as he took a look at you are right now, he decided that he would make the travel fast in order to get back to you in a flash.

As he arrived at the area, something worth shocking and unbelievable was existing right in front of his eyes. No, it wasn't an unpleasant sight but it was rather a complicated one.

There stood an unknown portal, and through the portal he can be able to see you, doing what you were doing, but in a more different perspective from what he sees behind the screens.

Zhongli took hesitant steps, towards it. There is an odd presence radiating from it. Knowing that he is usually a rational person, he would usually step back from it just to be safe, but instead he finds himself closing the gap between him and it?

He took again another look through the portal to make sure if what is behind it, is truly not something delusional just to lure him in.

He's not one to make a decision in a fast pace, but just seeing you right behind this portal he's standing in front of, is encouraging him to take the opportunity, as it will be a worthy choice to make and shouldn't be wasted.

His fingers shook, as he got closer and closer to it, and once it had collided with the portal, there was a blinding light that surrounded the area before it disappeared along with the thin air.

"Oh Dear, just how big of a trouble did I got into? Well, there is no time to blame myself. I guess it should be you who I am worrying about, after all how would you react to find me standing right in front of you?"

KAZUHA.

he was able to take that statement calmly on the outside, however the moment he had grasp what you had just said, there is no denying that something shattered inside of him.

It seem that time has stopped around him, the very moment those words had escaped your lips.

But, despite the unpleasant twisting and burning feeling in his chest, it's a surprise that he was able to take it well from the outside.

Do not be fooled though, for if you have the ability to go deep inside his mind, you would be able to see the countless thoughts that are appearing and whispering from within him.

What was the cause of this effect?

Can he be able to reverse it at least?

Are you going somewhere he can't be able to follow or reach?

Such an occurrence like this, brings back Kazuha from the burdens he had to carry because of his past and fallen status.

"I have no right to stop you from doing so, since I firmly believe that you are entitled to have goals and dreams. But, there is a bitter taste in my mouth that I can't be able to erase once you separate the both of us for the purpose of your path."

He mumbled to himself, as he places a right hand near his chest, while reminiscing the unforgettable moments he had with you before you completely take the chance, to erase his data and memories.

He was glad that he isn't part of your team party at the moment, because he can take this chance to just simply look and admire you from the barrier, and take in your breathless form before fading away like the glitches.

That is, until something bright yet risky have been planted on his mind. Not too long ago, he heard some gossips about a mechanism device, being able to grant a wish of whether it can be believable or not.

Now, Kazuha knows that such a device can't possibly be able to do a miracle like that, but even though he is denying it, there is still that glimpse of hope inside him, that he should go for it.

Knowing that he can be able to also roam around like the others that escapes your naked eye, he took one last yearning look at you, as he hastily began his journey, hoping and praying that he can be able to make it to that device before you can even plan to erase all of the game's existence.

"You are the summer to my autumn. Back then I didn't have someone I can be able to protect, but now that you're here, please continue to show me the bright light that leads to yours."

OUTRO.

Peacefully.

You were just sleeping very peacefully.

But, that peace was unintentionally disturbed by his arrival- which you didn't know at all.

You could feel something- no, someone softly caressing your face, as if you're a sensitive vase.

At first, you tried to ignore it thinking that it was just the gust of wind, and it soon stopped.

However, it didn't end there. The lingering and soft touches had already disappeared from your senses, but you could still feel the presence of that someone.

You could feel them staring right into your soul, and if you even show the slightest signs of being awake, who knows what can they do to you.

Despite the warnings you had gathered, your stubbornness still got ahead of you. Because as soon as your eyes fluttered open, the first thing you see is someone breathing above you.

Out of instinct, you push them and hastily grabbed the nearest object that you can use to defend yourself, but as you took another look at the said intruder, you could have sworn that this is a dream.

Unconsciously, you slapped your face with the both of your hands, attempting to jolt your soul to wake up. And the sound emitted a sharp sting, causing the intruder to panic.

"W-wait! I'll explain everything I know, j-just please don't continue to hurt yourself further." He frantically claimed, as he started to feel guilty for making you act like that.

You lowered down the object that you're using to defend yourself, but that doesn't mean that you're guard has also lowered down.

I mean, who would even lower their own guard down when they wake up to find one of the characters from the game that they are playing, are alive and breathing right above them, got into their property without noticing it, knows them and looks exactly like the character itself?

"A-alright, I'll let you. J-just please don't come any closer than that, since this moment actually took a big toll on me, and I'm finding it unbelievable to even believe it." You nervously replied back, as he nodded back eagerly in return.

You think it will only end here? How laughable, truth to be told, this is just the beginning of each other's story.

We may never know what are fate's plan for the both of you, but as they always proclaim-

'Everything happens, for a reason.'

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[catscidr]

Ok, crowtorre? 10/10. THE 💣 💣 💣 😭 But omg how would he fair with a cat or wolf hybrid reader..

PLS

NOO he would be such a tease!! he’d be so mean!! im imagining cat hybrid reader (bc im biased lol) but LORD he’d be even more mischievous than usual, to the point where you go out of your way to avoid him at all cost if you get that feeling in your gut that tells u he’s going to be particularly annoying (he’s pissed you off so often you eventually developed a sort of sixth sense related to it. a headache radar, if you will)

(prev crowttore post for context)

cw: crow hybrid!dottore x afab!cat hybrid!reader. established relationship, he’s annoying, pure rambling from yours truly so barely even proof read. second half is nsfw, minors dni, scara mentionned once, rough sx, possessive behaviour, talks of breeding, overstim, smidge of aftercare.

“your reactions are entertaining” he’s told you once, his excuse whenever you shove him away from you. ever since then, you’ve tried to keep your reactions to a minimum. give him nothing more than a glare. but you fail. every single time. it’s not your fault he’s so good at reading people!! curse his big wrinkly brain

it’s not all that bad, though. sometimes he helps, like when you have knots in your shoulders he’ll gladly "preen" you and rid you of the pesky tension building up in your aching muscles with his nimble fingers. sometimes he even takes time to brush your tail for you; but that’s not something he does solely for your benefit. he’ll pluck out the fur that gets caught in the brush, and he'll use it for... something. you never asked, and you don’t really want to know (especially considering what he does to people on a regular basis)

but, at the end of the day, being with dottore is a chore at best. he can be a decent partner, but he, for some reason, makes it his mission to get on your nerves everyday. he’ll poke and prod at your ears and tail, “begging” you in a mocking tone to let him run tests on you. he’ll invade your personal space on purpose until you hiss and swat him away, only for him to grab your wrist and taunt you to “try harder than that”.

even if he doesn't go out of his way to irritate you, sometimes you'll just glance at him and get annoyed. maybe that was just a reflection of how little patience you had around him, though.

at this point you’ve lost count on how may times he’s run your patience to the ground (whether on purpose or not), but if there's one thing he's good at its pleasing you. he's smart (though calculating), dexterous, and observant. surely that means that he'll ditch the teasing and be a good boyfriend for you once you go through your monthly heats!

NO. LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER. WRONG!!!!

you'll be writhing in discomfort in his bed, tail all fluffed up and twitching, swiping at the sheets beneath you as you rut into his pillow. you're smearing slick all over the fabric, a mix of curses and whines slipping past your lips.

he refused to take the day off to take care of you when he saw the state you were in, saying something like "you're an adult, surely you can control your urges" with the same, sickly sweet smile he flashes at you whenever you pout at him. he even made sure to give you a kiss after he left your shared flat to go to his lab, something he never does.

and there you were. watching the clock tick, impatiently waiting for him to come home to replace the stupid toys that couldn't even drag one measly orgasm out of you. not a single one. all you could think about was him, him, him.

you could barely smell him on the pillow anymore, since all you smelled was how horribly horny you were. but as soon as you heard the front door open and the familiar sound of his boots stepping on the worn-out "welcome" mat, you swear you felt even more slick drip out of you (if that was even possible)

the second dottore steps into his room and he's at arms length, you grab onto his sleeve and tug him closer. unfortunately for you, your muscles are considerably weaker than usual and you don't even get to move him even an inch closer to you.

he revels in the whines that leave you and in your discomfort. he's both the best and worst person to take care of your heat; he knows what he's doing, sure, but he also knows exactly what to do to keep you right on the edge. both with actions and words.

"why would I help you with you heat, darling? don't you need a fellow feline hybrid to help you?" he coos, slipping his coat off of his shoulders, making you all but drool at the sight of the harness hugging his firm torso.

"no. no, fuck you, i need you," you whine, a pout tugging at your lips as you take in a deep breath to steady yourself. he just smiles, bending down to your level to cup your face in his soft, feathery hands to speak to you in that condescending tone he always uses this time of the month. "want me to call the balladeer to take care of you? i'm sure he'll be delighted to blow off some steam. and he'll be helping you, too! don't you want that? to have his cat cock drilling into you?"

when you scowl, tail whipping against the bed with dull thumps, he grins. of course he would never hand you off to his coworker, he doesn't trust any of the harbingers around you when you're in heat anyways. dottore knows only he can quench your insatiable thirst, but he adores hearing it from you. hearing you whine and beg for his touch, for his cock gives him an ego boost- makes that primal, possessive part of him coo in delight.

and when he finally touches you, black nails scraping against your sticky, sweaty skin, you swear you almost cum on the spot. it would have been embarrassing if it wasn't for the fact that you had been on edge the entire day. at least he was kind enough to make you cum properly with his fingers one time to rid you of that hunger for just a second, enough for him to get rid of his slacks to free his aching, hard cock from its confines.

seeing you beg for him fed his ego and, in turn, made his blood rush down to his second head, you really can’t blame him.

he manhandles you so easily it makes you throb with need, your first orgasm having faded away already, making you ache for him to pull another one out of you. and he would do so oh so graciously, pulling your ass back with a tug on the base of your tail, admiring the view of you on all fours just for him.

“ahh… i’ll never get tired of seeing you like this, waiting all nice and pretty for me. want me to fuck you nice and good, don’t you? breed you full of my seed?” he coos right into your ear, pulsing erection sliding up and down your wet folds, just barely dipping inside of your hole. you hiss, words failing you as you slip a hand between your legs to guide him inside.

and he lets you, smirking at the sight of his stubborn, headstrong partner reduced to a puddle of carnal need. you feel all nth inches of his hard cock fill you up and you cum hard, crying as you finally get what you had been craving for hours. his length all snug inside of you, letting you cockwarm him until the aftershocks of your climax fade and he can start moving in you, fucking you.

it would only be the beginning though, because he always made it his mission to “beat” your heat, so to speak. make you cum on his cock so much you would be pushing him away, weakly tapping his chest and clawing at his back as you plead for him to pull out.

you’ll be pinned to the bed on your stomach as he thrusts into you; sharp, hard plaps echoing in the bedroom over and over again, the bedsheets soaked with your juices and his seed. you can barely even think of running away, brain reduced to mush as he admires the way your ears seem to be glued down to your head, tail flicking weakly in time with his thrusts.

but when he finally takes pity on your poor sore and used cunt, he’ll rub soothing circles on your back as you purr quietly, satiated. for now. he doesn’t bother leaving the room to get a washcloth because he knows you’ll only claw at his arm, pull a few feathers out as a result, and look at him with those eyes that make him want to take you all over again.

he knows you’re tired though, if it wasn’t already obvious by the way you don’t even bother to untangle yourself from the soiled bedsheet you laid on. and he’ll gladly stay with you, keeping his wing spread out over you to keep you warm until you wake up and pounce on him for even more rounds.

#i have issues methinks #this was written with my pussy im sorry #the scara comment wasnt planned but now im thinking of writing something with him #the people (me) yearn for abo dynamics #୧ ‧₊˚rambling! #dottore x reader #dottore x you #dottore x afab reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #dottore smut #genshin smut #cw omegaverse #just in case even

[megistusdiary]

We know Scara is rough but-

What if its readers first time? Would he be gentle?

(I actuallt requeated this before but i tought you might have overlooked it because it has been a while i requested. If u saw it and deleted it please ignore this 😊)

hey! i think i remember seeing it but my inbox is so full- i think i have about 65 ish requests rn ;w; they built up over time and i do not think i will ever get through all of them ☹️

however, lately i have been in a scara mood so i will be writing this one 🤞 it is really long because i have been in the mood to write more dialogue and plot lately :)

i know you are all probably tired of the really long stories with minimal smut but i guess it's a side effect of me being mushy in the brain.

i firmly believe scaramouche is an asshat, but i think if you were really vulnerable he would take pity mostly because it reminds him of his past and feeling vulnerable 👎👎

also, i think if he was to take a partner, it would need to be someone strong asf who can stand up and challenge him. he would honestly be smug if he thought he could teach you something.

warnings: dom!scaramouche and sub!fem anatomy/gender neutral pronouns reader

sweet and sour scaramouche, degradation/praise, he calls you 'human,' fingering/penetration (sub!receiving),

scaramouche stared at the pot of stew boiling over the fire. he occasionally reached over to add spices and stir the liquid with the wooden spoon, flames reflecting off of his deep blue irises.

he watched the soup with blank, dead eyes, brain long gone and focused on other matters. particularly what had occurred earlier that afternoon.

the two of you had your usual sparring match, you fought for a bit, he pushed, you pushed back, and it all ended with him on top, of course. naturally, even the strongest of fighters didn't stand a chance against a being made to exist as a puppet for the raiden shogun.

however, this time, something was different. there was a certain tension between the two of you.

now, scaramouche was not ignorant on the pleasures and desires of flesh. though he had not felt anything similar to this in many years. he had experience, though he knew he was out of practice in some ways.

so it surprised him when you landed on top of him, chests pressed together, your noses touching. he could feel your heart beating rapidly against his chest, and the ghost of a heartbeat in his own-

he immediately had shoved you off of him, hearing you gasp when you rolled over. "go shower and get changed, i'm going to cook dinner."

that was another thing he had never done before...cook for anyone.

perhaps it was a shock to find out that scaramouche knew how to cook in the first place. he claimed to have learned by himself, but you both knew that he must have picked recipes up from his time as a traveling puppet.

but none of this mattered to scaramouche, only your peculiar reaction to being on his chest. he could see the way your eyes went comically wide. he was sure if he hadn't pushed you off first, you would've scrambled to get up yourself.

but why? was he that undesirable?

scaramouche suddenly jumped when he realized his hand was resting on the burning pot, cursing the archons themselves when he cradled his hand to his chest.

damn you for distracting him. he knew it would be best to dispose of you, but he couldn't bring himself to no matter how many times he walked this path.

when it finally came time to serve the stew, you were already there, taking the ladle and filling up your bowls to the top, carefully walking them to the dinner table. he never thought he would live any type of domestic life, and it perplexed him how he ended up in this situation in the first place.

dinner was quiet, as per usual, though him clearing his throat put you on edge.

"about our sparring match today," he began, making you tense up as you avoided his gaze. "you were slacking off, like always. i can tell." he scoffed, sipping the stew.

"do you want me to learn to hurt you?" there was a slightly teasing lilt to your voice that made scaramouche grunt.

"you could at least give me a challenge." he leaned back in the chair, stirring his bowl. "though, i must say you did catch me by surprise at the end."

he watched you duck your head, face heating up as you cleared your throat. "i...apologize for that. i didn't mean to end up, uh, on top of you."

scaramouche narrowed his eyes at you. "why do you look so shameful?"

you looked up at him this time, lips pressed together tightly as you dropped your soup spoon into your bowl. "because i didn't mean to offend you. if i have, please, don't beat around the bush. tell me so i-"

"i am only asking because you act like you've never touched a man before."

you coughed, immediately reaching for your water before scaramouche snatched it away from you.

"no more distractions. tell me why that is. does my touch or form displease you, human?"

your brows furrowed. what was he on??

"what are you talking about?"

"answer me." he barked, clearly upset.

you couldn't tell him the truth, you just couldn't. it was difficult enough to live with him knowing he hated you. this would surely make him get rid of you.

"i- i can't." you told him, dropping your head once more as you forced yourself to stay neutral.

"and why is that?"

"because you would hate me-" scaramouche opened his mouth, though you paid no mind, "more than you already do."

scaramouche pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. "i never said i hated you. humans get on my nerves, i don't typically like your kind." he leaned his head back, staring up at the ceiling. "but i suppose i make an exception for you."

you stared up at him, wide eyed, lips parted as you struggled to collect yourself. "you- well, i-" you couldn't seem to find the right words, brain failing to communicate with scaramouche. "so you're not mad at me?"

"no." he confirmed curtly as you nodded. "but i would still like to know, indulge me, what was with that terrified little human act?"

"i did not want to offend you by being so close. i know you despise physical touch."

scaramouche sighed. "you know, it would be so much easier if you didn't lie to me. i can hear your leg bouncing beneath the table."

you immediately froze at his comment, willing your body to sit still. you felt yourself tremble under his gaze.

and so, you were finally caught.

how long had he known? how did he feel about it? what if he-

"tell me the truth."

you suddenly stood up, slamming your hands on the table. you were running on pure adrenaline, ignoring the shocked look he gave you. "if you want to hear it so bad, then fine. i like you, and when i fell on you i was nervous that you would reject me like you did. there, are you happy now? kick me out, get rid of me, do what you wish. i can't live lying to myself anymore."

your energy fizzled out towards the end as you stood rigid, fists clenched. scaramouche slowly rose from the table, stalking towards you and gripping your chin. "how endearing." he cooed, pulling you towards him. he swiped a thumb over your bottom lip, shaking his head and muttering to himself.

he watched you rub your thighs together shyly, staring up at him surprised as he scoffed. "oh, please, if you want something from me, you'll have to ask me the correct way."

he was expecting something from you. but you struggled to produce as you suddenly grew meek. "scaramouche, i don't- i mean, i just..." you grew quiet, wishing desperately to bury your head in the sand as he frowned.

then it hit him.

"you've never done this before, have you?" he asked as you shook your head just twice, not wanting to stare up at him any longer. he sighed deeply, carefully taking one of your hands. "if i am to be the one to deflower you, i won't be cruel." he watched your anxiety slowly dissipate. "but that does not mean i will treat you like glass." he warned.

"i want you, scaramouche. can you please teach me?"

scaramouche seemed to be pleased by your soft voice, obliging and tugging you behind him towards his private quarters. his grip was tight, though not as much as what you assumed some of his subordinates felt when they disobeyed.

once he closed the door behind you, he tugged you towards the bed, urging you to sit down. "you do know how to please yourself, yes? i hear you every night. the walls are thin." your neck felt like it was on fire as you covered your cheeks.

"yes, i know how-"

"then we will start there. disrobe."

you followed his orders, carefully removing your clothing until you were left in the thin tank top and shorts beneath your robes. scaramouche narrowed his eyes.

"i said disrobe, not leave everything on."

"but..." you curled up on the bed as he sighed, standing up and removing his own clothes. "wait-" you squeaked, embarrassed as he went as far as his undergarments.

"my form has purpose, i am not ashamed of it. never show shame for your body, be grateful you have one." he huffed, adjusting his hair.

once you finally undressed, he adjusted you in his lap, spreading your legs and staring down at your most sensitive areas. he held up two fingers in front of your mouth expectantly, feeling you slowly part your lips as he shoved the digits past them.

he rubbed his fingers over your tongue, coating them in saliva until he deemed it fit, pulling them away and swiping them across your slit. you squirmed a bit, feeling him hold you steady as he worked you up.

you leaned against his shoulders as he tried to remember exactly how to pleasure a human being. it had been quite some time since he found himself in this predicament.

he opted to focus on stretching you out, collecting your slick and easing a finger into your hole. you gripped his wrist reflexively, eyes widening at the intrusion. "it feels weird."

he rolled his eyes. "it will be fine. just relax, don't tighten up so much. breathe." he warned you, feeling you try to lean back against him, keeping your legs spread as he allowed you to adjust to the digit inside of you before attempting to add another.

the second he started spreading his fingers out, you jumped, not used to the sensation. "stay still." he snapped, holding you down more firmly as he fucked his fingers into you.

he heard your whines increase in volume as he crooked his fingers, slightly changing the angle that they slid into you at. he could feel you trembling against his form, taking shaky breaths as he slid his thumb up to brush over your clit.

unintelligible mumbles fell from your lips as you plead for him to keep going, begging for more until he suddenly pulled away. your eyes filled with tears of frustration until he quieted you. "stop whining. this is supposed to be a humanly act of love, no? not just an outlet for release." he chastised as you pouted in his lap.

he rearranged your body, moving you to face him on his lap. he carefully removed his final piece of clothing, revealing himself to you and allowing his cock to bob up against his stomach. he stroked himself a few times using your residual wetness as a type of lubricant.

he picked you up with inhuman strength, hovering you over his dick as you shivered, feeling the head rub over your hole.

you bit your lip, nervous as he looked up at your glassy-eyed expression. "i won't lie to you, it will be uncomfortable. but as i said earlier, i am not cruel, nor am i ignorant. this is supposed to be done for human connection and pleasure."

and with that, he eased himself into you, groaning deeply as you gasped, fingers seeking purchase on his shoulders as you shivered. he filled you up perfectly, stretching you out and making you feel a fullness you never had before.

though you couldn't deny it was still painful, and it felt like you were ripping apart at the seams internally. you wanted equally to escape and chase the feeling, stuck in his iron grip.

as soon as he was seated entirely inside of you, he let you lean on his chest, smoothing his hand down your back. he shushed you, allowing you to adjust and relax. you were squeezing him so tightly, seemingly confused by the sensations as he sighed, pulling your chin up.

"i am sorry it hurts like this. i do not wish to taint your idea of sexual pleasure." scaramouche explained, gently placing his lips to your forehead, feeling you lean into him.

though he had seen you cry, experience defeat, be cut, bruised, scraped, sick to your stomach, and soaked in rain, he hadn't seen you this vulnerable before.

it almost reminded him of a certain someone many, many years ago.

"let me take care of you, just breathe."

#genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader smut #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x you #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #💌─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭! ༊*·˚ #✎─𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ❛ ༉‧₊˚

[flokali]

this new update got me thinkin and now i’m SAD.

i imagine scara gets pretty needy after his whole meltdown. in his mind, this only proves he truly isn’t worthy of godhood. no matter what, he will always be less-than. he talks so much about how lowly everyone else is during his godhood ascension because he’s projecting. he feels worthless, he feels unworthy, he feels afraid. ei was right to abandon him.

so being chosen as your consort… doesn’t sit right with him at all. he immediately assumes you also want to control him or use him for your own gain, but he’s also in no position to tell you no. he’s not even worthy of your presence.

he knows the kind of things that are expected of him, so he rushes through it a little. he’s very careful not to show he’s shifted since that battle, afraid he’ll irritate you if he’s too open with his feelings. he initially didn’t want to accept your offer, but now that he’s here, the idea of being abandoned again makes him feel sick. he’s very quick to jump in bed with you. he thinks he needs to convince you to keep him around.

he’s very careful with his words. not once do you question his whole self-righteous facade has slipped. not for several months until you’re laying with him in bed, cooing sweet aftercare in his ear. you were particularly rough with him tonight, so you loved on him a bit more afterward.

his mask started to crack. you noticed the tears clinging to his eyelashes and asked him if everything’s okay. he huffed out a sad laugh.

“after all the pain i’ve endured… in the end, i’ve only changed hands. gone from one god’s puppet to another’s sex doll,” he whispered. “do i at least fill this role properly?”

basically, scaramouche resigns himself to his inferiority after his failure. now all he can do (from his perspective) is try to convince you not to abandon him too.

God fucking damn it this is plaguing my mind… take this and my first born child, nonnon ;; this ask literally got me out of writer’s block this is insane — (shameful kofi plug here)

Warnings: implied sex, scara is going through it, soft yandere, hurt/kind of comfort, you’re both implied to be naked, etc. Ask to tag.

You’d originally had only assigned him as a consort in title, your plan had been to have him as a companion – the sex that would come alongside it was a thought you’d pushed partially to the side. You’d been aware of Scaramouche’s struggles in the past, but he’d always been someone you’d found yourself drawn to comfort and you’d hoped to help him by having a new role for him, one no one else would have.

Kunikuzushi, however, upon hearing your request has but a crisis, a case so severe of panic and doubt invading his mind he can’t help but shut down entirely.

“A consort…” His porcelain hands find their way to his silky hair as he helplessly tugs at the dark strands. He would be your consort, of course a part of him was ecstatic to know you’d picked him and yet, he couldn’t help but ask, why him? All of the feelings he’d thought he’d worked out come rushing back, he was a failure and an embarrassment; nothing about him was worthy of your time and affection and yet you’d still personally picked him amongst everyone else.

You’d chosen him and he couldn’t have you abandon him, he couldn’t have you realize how utterly worthless he truly was and even if it meant minimizing himself to a doll for your pleasure and using his looks against you he’d rather you use him as you wished than have you toss him aside.

Maybe that’s why he was so eager to bed you upon the first couple of days within his role as your consort, so truly desperate to try and show you he was going to be the best fuck of your life so you would do anything but abandon him.

It’s why, upon hearing his words, you can’t help but feel the need to puke almost immediately, the food from a mere hours ago wanting to escape into the open once more as you registered Kunikuzushi’s words, you reflectively cover your mouth at the sick feeling in your stomach as you shoot up from the bed.

What you had previously thought to have been a fun time suddenly felt tainted as you desperately tried to find the words to say.

“Kuzushi…” Your voice was but a whisper in the suddenly cold room, “is that… is that what you see this as?”

Is that the image you have of us? You wanted to ask, but your words failed you. Is that how he saw you – no, is this how he saw himself?

You instinctively want to reach out to him but the wide eyed look he shoots you makes you recoil back into yourself, his purple pupils are blown wide as he stares back at you, seemingly realizing what he’d said.

“Is this not what it is?” The former Harbinger asks, “Sex… that’s what you want from me, right? It’s why you keep coming back, right?”

“Of course not!” You defend yourself, your eyebrows furrowing as you try to rationalize what you were hearing.

“If it’s not that then why?,” he narrows his teary eyes, “Why would you need me? I’m… what good am I?”

“Kunikuzushi,” you mutter his name, “this was never just about us sleeping together!”

“You say that but fail to answer me what it is then!” He screams, his voice rings in your ears as you stare at him in bewilderment, “Don’t… don’t try to comfort me by saying such things, I… I don’t mind if you only see me for sex…”

“But you do mind.” You insist.

“And what makes you think that?” He laughs, the action completely out of touch with the tears streaming down his face.

“Then why are you crying?”

“I-I’m not.” He says but as he raises a hand to his face he feels the dampness in his cheeks.

“Kuni, I… let’s not continue this,” you sigh, “I don’t want you –“

“No!” He lunges towards you, sending you tumbling into the bed with him now laying on top of you, shaky hands reaching towards your neck as he speaks, Kunikuzushi’s voice trembling as his hands helplessly tighten against your throat, “D-don’t you dare, no… you’re not leaving me, not again… yes, yes. Let’s do it again, come on, I’ll– I’ll show you, hah… I’ll show you, you can’t get rid of me… I’ll be your sex doll again, so please…”

“I… you were never a sex doll,” you say, reaching out to caress his hair, his tears hitting your own cheeks, “why… Why do you think that? Kuni… ghk”

“Then why,” his grip on you starts making you dizzy, “why are you here?”

“B-because… I like you.” You smile, your hands still caressing his hair with fondness.

“Why…? Why?” It’s a mere whisper that could’ve been lost if you’d been anyone else.

“I don’t know,” you lie, you weren’t about to open new wounds – not as the hands that once dripped your throat began loosening –, “but it’s not because of your looks or… sex.”

His breath hitches as he searches your eyes for signs of lies, for a sign your words were nothing but a desperate attempt to get him to calm down, but he couldn’t; all he saw in your eyes was sadness and adoration, both awfully misplaced he wants to proclaim but the cavity where his heart was supposed to beat finds itself tightening as his body gives out.

Soft whimpers are heard as he grasps your shoulders in a search for much needed comfort. You let him; you let him search for comfort in your embrace, you let the tears stain your bed, and, perhaps most importantly, you let him stay by your side.

An unspoken promise you won’t let him go.

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[tatorthots]

— a jealous encounter

Featured: wanderer x afab!reader x Childe (implied)

cw: suggestive themes, jealousy, cursing, (slight) hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, (slight) possessiveness

Synopsis: Jealousy is nothing more than a pathetic human emotion. It’s truly almost humorous how insecure and weak-minded mortals are, getting riled up simply because the object of their affection gets a little attention. Of course, the former sixth harbinger is far above such trivial emotions (he’s not)

a/n: scara being jealous, soft, and sulky because I said so and also I used sm names for scara because I didn’t know what name to use and I panicked btw have you guys been playing the windtrace event?? I literally can’t stop playing it help

art credit: @Liann1009 on twt

The swaying of forest leaves reflected off the clear spring waters of the still river you had come to rest by. The sun was still high above the fluffy clouds and its warmth gently kissed the skin of every living being and creature under it. It was truly a beautiful day in the outskirts of Sumeru City. And along with the chirping of birds, the sound of your laughter resonated through the forest breeze like a soft melody — absolutely enchanting, he thought, if it wasn’t caused by that damned insolent insect.

Archons, could the man not get a break? Is this finally the ‘divine punishment’ mortals so often preach about? Glaring sharp eyes quietly trailed the tall, orange-headed idiot as he fumbled around you like some love-sick child, far too comfortable with you for the latter's liking. Feelings of disdain soon turned to seething anger. Despite all my efforts, slender fingers dug into the grass underneath him, he still manages to ruin what little I have. Had he not gone through grueling enough changes? Did sacrificing absolutely everything to start anew mean so little? He gave up his past titles, erased his previous relationships, and severed every last thread that connected him to his past self — aside from you — and yet, here stood the bane of his existence during his time as a Fatui Harbinger. And to make things worse, you’re actually friends with him.

Childe, he sneered.

“Ajax, how could you get so excited over anemo slimes?” You giggled as your eyes fluttered into crescents and you bashfully hit the freckled man next to you. You couldn’t help but tease your longtime friend for getting so excited over a few anemo slimes floating around a tree. Though you’d admit, the straight edge determination reflecting from his ocean eyes as he stood straight and strung his bow back to aim made your stomach swirl slightly. You noticed the way his fingertips elegantly let go of the string and effortlessly sliced through the anemo slime mid-air, despite being positioned below and meters away from the distant cliff side tree the anemo slimes were hovering around. It’s amazing, you thought. But what earned him your admiration was the simple fact that he wasn’t trying. Childe didn’t need to. Even when he’s doing something in lighthearted fun, so long as it involves weapons, he’ll breeze through any obstacle or ‘challenge’ with ease. That’s what made Childe, Tartaglia.

However, there was someone who didn’t share that sentiment.

Honestly, Scaramouche doesn’t even know how he ended up in this archon-forsaken situation. The day had begun like any other day, with your limbs intertwined with Scaramouche as he gently stroked your hair and counted the seconds in between as your chest slowly rose and fell — an action he vehemently denies that he does because he longs for your touch; not to mention that it just so happens that the feel of your body against his calms the occasional insecurities and self-deprecating voices whispering in his head. Scaramouche lightly shook his head in flustered contempt when he caught himself softly smiling and gqze slightly softening at the memory of your skin against his, useless thoughts aren’t going to aid me in figuring out how or why I’m stuck here. internally groaning he thought of when you woke up today. you had found him already awake and tidying up the room you had both stayed in the previous night. As you sat up rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you watched Scaramouches quick and precise movements as he prepared your traveling satchel. Funny, you thought, he does all this and I never hear a thing. As much of a light sleeper as you might be, no matter how many chores he’s completed before you wake, you never hear a sound stir you from your slumber. Of course, when you finally got out of bed you found yourself presented with a small plate of assorted fresh fruit waiting for you on the kitchen table, a sight you see every morning. However, you’ve long learned better than to outright thank him for breakfast, or any small acts of service. Not because you don’t appreciate his quiet considerations, but because you learned that Scaramouche will act like a total brat if you confront him about his kindness. Insults range from calling you a moron to being labeled delusional, so you’ve figured it’s best to enjoy these little things and thank him in that way. Lastly, Scara thought about the events that happened after breakfast when it was time to set off yet again. Ah, that’s right…, he begrudgingly remembered. it was as soon as you left the inn that you happened to bump into a tall figure. An apology left your lips quickly before you hurriedly scrambled to catch up to Scaramouches' fading figure until a hand cautiously grabbed your wrist.

“Y/n?” The stranger spoke. At the sound of your name, you quickly whipped your head around to see a messy head of orange locks and a familiar lopsided smile being directed at you. “Ajax?” “So it is you—!!” Sculpted arms immediately wrapped around your frame and lifted you into their embrace. “It’s been too long!”, the voice beamed, and your momentary confusion soon turned into joy as you wrapped your arms around his neck and softly giggled. “What are you doing here? I thought you were on a mission in Inazuma?” You questioned as he set you down with his hands still latched onto your hips, “Well I was mostly there for personal affairs, and I just arrived in sumeru a few weeks ago on assignment,” his voice softened as his head slightly tilted to the side, “I’ve been missing you.” Raising your hand to cup his cheek, you brushed your thumb across the freckles adorning the mighty 11ths features, “I’ve missed you too, Ajax.” Then as if a light bulb had just lit up in his head Childe clasped his hand over yours, “Are you free today? Why don’t you go sightseeing with me? My treat!” “Ah, well I’m actually traveli—“ but before you could finish your sentence you felt cold fingertips clasp around your forearm and roughly snatch it away from the gingers hold, “She’s traveling with me,” indigo irises narrowed menacingly on Childe, and the pure aura exuding from the raven-haired man was comparably hostel to the icy and dreadful snowstorms of Snezhnaya. Scaramouche forced himself between you and Childe, standing protectively in front of you as the latter glared down at him with a smile still plastered across his lips, “Comrade. Who’s this?” Childe inquired, “Oh! This is m—“ you tried answering but Scaramouche cut you off once more with an exaggerated scoff, “The question is who are you?” Crossing his arms and holding his head ever so arrogantly he continued, “Tch. Don't you have any common decency? Or are you just too impertinent to practice basic respect?” A short, dry laugh left Childes lips, “I see.” Crossing his arm and raising a hand up to lightly tap his fingertips on his jaw, Childe feigned ignorance, “Y/n never minded my touches,” with a taunting smile and desolate eyes, he chuckled, “in fact, I’m all too familiar with where she prefers to be touched.” And with that Scaramouches patience snapped, “You dare to—“ sensing the oncoming altercation you quickly grabbed a hold of Scaras hand and guided him behind you, “You’re both very important to me,” you began, “and if I matter to either of you then you’d respect those who matter to me,” glancing between the two men you sharpened your tone, “I’d like you both to get along.”

That was the last thing Scaramouche recalled before he found himself third wheeling the rest of the day. With each moment seemingly getting worse and worse. What an infantile reason to get excited about. They’re practically oversized balloons, his attention darted in Childes direction and his usual scowl was now replaced with a daggering glower, Evidently, this damn worthless scum is filled with much more hot air than any damn anemo slime in the sky.

Scaramouche wasn’t ignorant, it was clear to him since that nuisance came around that his former Harbinger ‘comrade’ had deeper feelings for you than he let on. After all, despite his distaste for the man Scara had spent adequate enough time with Childe to learn a few aspects about him; firstly, Childe can be described by humans as having an extroverted, ‘charming’ persona, and he has no trouble making friends wherever he goes, however, he never lets anyone touch him — it’s a subtle habit and not one easily picked up on; a far cry to the current situation in which Scaramouche has had to swat his hand away from you for the fourth time in a minute. Secondly, despite the hours upon hours the idiot could spend rambling about fishing or spar training, he never actually shares any personal information about himself, and yet, he’d gone as far as surrendering his real name to you. Not to mention he had no problem speaking to you about how much his siblings would ‘love’ you, of course, they’d love her, he scoffed, who doesn’t fall for her? Lastly, and most notably, Childe has no glimmer of life in his eyes. To be honest, if Scaramouche had to think, the only other time the 11th showed even a hint of a glint he would say it would be when Childes tearing his enemies limb from limb — an idea Scara is finding more and more appealing. So then, he thought, I guess I’ll just have to stomp on that little light of his. Tapping his foot impatiently on the ground an ominous shadow gloomed over his face as he lost himself in his thoughts, she’s mine. mine. mine. It had been long since Scaramouche had realized his feelings for you, and he had made it very clear to you that he had no intention of sharing you with others. No, Scaramouche no longer wanted just your friendship, he wanted you.

“Shall I go buy some snacks from a food stall nearby before dinner, comrade?” Standing from his spot next to you, Childe towered over you with his body leaning down to loom mere inches from your slightly warmed face, “I did say I’d treat you today..” half-lidded eyes traced your movements as he brought a gloved hand to cascade across your cheekbone, “didn’t I?” His voice was low and his smile smug; Childe knew full well what he was doing in front of Scaramouche, and he basked in it, though it’s not as if these actions were all too new either. “A-ah.. I- um,” stuttering over her words, huh?, Childe mused, how cute. However, the mere sight of this atrocious act almost made Scaramouche use his anemo vision to slice that wretched excuse of a warrior in half. With a soft smile, you leaned into Childes hand, making the man’s eyes widen in slight surprise as a light dust of pink spread over his face, “That’d be great Ajax, thank you.”

Internally groaning, Scaramouche rested his arms on his knees and hid his head behind his arms as his pretty lilac eyes stayed focused on you, there’s her smile again…, his brows faintly knitted together when he felt his chest start to ache, always caused by something else. He couldn’t help but wonder whether you were truly happy wandering through the lands of Teyvat with him.

“Then I’ll make it quick!” With a goofy smile and a wink, Childe went off into the city walls. Leaving you and Scaramouche resting alone with nothing more than the sound of the river flowing and the city chatter lightly busting in the background. Closing his eyes, Scaramouches brows quirked in annoyance, that self-serving imbecile didn’t even bother to pretend he even remembered me. The feeling in his chest was all too familiar to the electro Archons puppet. Clutching where his heart should be he couldn’t understand why this feeling wouldn’t go away. He couldn’t understand why he hadn’t learned his lesson despite starting anew. Maybe I was meant to live this way… he thought. Feeling a small tap on his shoulder, Scara whipped his head up to see you sitting right next to him, your body lulled to the side and brushing against him as you tilted your head down to get a better look at his sulking face. For a second he was stunned by the suddenness of your closeness, but then he was held captive by your feathery lashes and beaming smile; a warm smile finally directed at him. How quickly his chest went from hurting to blooming with warmth was almost pathetic. Even if you were the reason why he was drowning in misery, even if his pain had been caused by your ignorance, you were still the reason why he felt joy. It’s always because of you…, without realizing his hand had already reached to gently tuck the loose strands of hair blowing across your face, and just as quickly as he realized he retracted his hand in a huff of frustration and embarrassment.

Humming in acknowledgment, you stared off into the grassy mountains of sumeru, “You’ve been awfully quiet today,” your voice was soft and tranquil, “how uncharacteristic of you, no?” Glancing to the side you smiled when you saw him lightly scoff under his breath as he turned his head away from your direction.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re rambling on about.” He grumbled.

“Shall I elaborate?”

“I’d rather you not.” Piercing irises threateningly glared in your direction.

“You’ve been ill-tempered,” you began, and Scaramouche rolled his eyes, “hmm which isn’t all too out of the ordinary, but you’ve definitely been lashing out at every little thing.” With a knowing glint, you glanced at your longtime companion, “Not to mention your aggression with Ajax.” And at that Scaramouche grimaced at the way you spoke his actual name, “You force yourself between Ajax and I whenever he gets close, you demean every single thing he says, you smack his hand away when he reaches out to me — even if it’s just to hand me something, and you taunt and mock him every chance you get,” pausing for a second you let out a heavy exhale before softening your gaze, unsure of whether what you say next is the right thing. “Kuni… all of that isn’t what worries me,” at that you felt his entire body stiffen, seemingly holding his breath as if every ticking second was more important than the last, “I noticed the nail marks you have on your palms from all the time you’ve spent clenching your fists, and I see the conflict that’s been raging behind your eyes since this journey with the three of us began,” balling your owns fists on the fabric of your clothes you let out your final observation, “As small as the changes are, or as hard as you try to hide it, kunikuzushi, I see you. I’ve memorized every expression, studied every curve and line that forms on your features and what they mean… I know you fear that I’ll abandon you,” you purse your lips at the thought, “So how dare you. How dare you ever think I would abandon my other half.”

The absolute, incredulous stare Scaramouche gave you almost made you choke out a muffled laugh. Catching the anemo holder off guard and speechless was a prize all too rare to witness. Yet, what caught your attention wasn’t that you’ve managed to leave him stunned and tight-lipped but instead the unfamiliar red that spread from his cheeks to his ears. There was a quiet gasp from your lips as you admired how beautifully his pale complexion was set off by the searing color. Instantly, your ears perk up as he speaks.

“I.. you don’t…” he began, but immediately he stopped himself. Then, a moment passed. And then a minute. The tension between you two seemed to pile up in pressure, and you now found yourself holding your breath and feeling your heart start to quicken as you stared at him. Awaiting what was to come next. With a defeated look and an airy sigh, he finally turned his full head toward you. “You really are foolish y/n,” his voice was strained, and his eyes peered into yours with such a soft intensity, “hah, really.. you couldn’t be more incompetent, could you?” Swallowing the lump in your throat, your glistening doe eyes simply gawked at him almost owl-like, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at your dumbfounded face. Then that’s when he smiled. A true, genuine, adoring smile, “Haven’t you realized that I’m in lo-“

“I’m back—!”

Childe’s voice ripped through the tension and practically grated Scaramouches ears while you jumped, startled at the sudden noise. Snapping your head to Childe, you saw him holding a small bag with the label titled Puspa Café. “I hope you don’t mind what I got us!” Reaching his hand into the bag he pulled out a crispy, sweet-smelling Candied Ajilenakh Nut dessert, “When I was walking through the different vendors, I was quite surprised to have found a dish that looked so similar to one of the desserts my motherland of Snezhnaya has!” Childe puffed his chest and extended the sugary sweet to you, “Though I’m confident the one from home tastes much better than this, I’m happy to share something similar with you,” softening his azure gaze as you took the dessert from him he continued with a gentler tone, “but I hope to one day treat you to one back home.” Blinking once, then blinking twice, you quickly glanced over at Scaramouche now positioned with his knee up and resting his arm on his knee to hide his face once more, I wonder what would’ve happened…, you pondered, but you knew better than to prod the conversation given the current situation. I suppose it’d be best to ask again later, turning your attention back to Childe you offered a thankful smile, “I’m sure one day we can visit if Kuni agrees to go.” At that, both men froze for a second. We..?, now it was Scaramouches turn to stare owlishly at the dancing grass brushing against his fingers, and without noticing he felt his entire body relax as he let out a quiet, small sigh of relief. Whereas Childe clenched his jaw in annoyance while still forcing an easy-going facade, I need to get rid of him, “Sounds like a plan comrade!” Was all he could muster through slightly clasped teeth as he sat down next to you. Humming to himself in deep thought, Childe wondered what to do about that asshole little leech that stayed glued to you.

All of you sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes — well, two were lost in their own thoughts either processing or scheming, whereas you simply sat between the two men enjoying time together as you feast on your sweet treat. "Ah. Comrade, you seem to have a few crumbs," "Hm?" Moving your hand up to brush away the stray pieces, Childe gently stopped you, "Allow me." He softly spoke as he leaned in close and carefully swiped away the crumbs; his hand then cascaded across your plush skin and caressed the curve of your jaw. Gazing into his eyes and cheeky smile, you found yourself at a loss, feeling both embarrassed and shy from the gesture.

Scaramouche, however, was not at all pleased. This little game of Childes has gone on far too long and writhing in self-loathing had been nothing but a waste of time. You were his. You’ll always be his, and there wasn’t a human, harbinger, adeptus, or archon in this damned world that could ever change that. So, with swift movements, he laced an arm around your waist and pulled you on top of his lap and into his possessive embrace. The sudden movement had stunned both you and Childe and you had no time to react as your eyes glanced up at the smug smirk spreading across Scaramouches lips. His eyes were low and scowling intently at Childe, while the Harbingers smiling face quickly fell, replaced by a much colder and sinister glower. “All this time and not once did you offer me one of those burnt little treats,” Scaras voice was low and mocking, and you could feel the icy touch of his slender fingertip tracing down the side of your face to the base of your chin to guide your full attention towards him, “guess that just means I have to take one myself, won’t I?” And in a quick moment, his lips came crashing down on yours. His kiss was rough but cautious, and you could feel the longing and desperation emitting atop his soft lips. At first, your eyes blew wide open in shock, but then, no matter how hard you tried to focus on what was going going on or move your body to react, all you could fixate on was one little detail, his lips taste.. like a Zaytun peach.

Parting his lips from yours, his eyes quickly scanned your face for any hint of disgust, any reaction, anything. You could clearly see the worry pooling in his irises, but before regret could creep up on him your eyes turned into crescent moons, and a pretty pink blush flushed your cheeks as you smiled dotingly at him. He was taken aback. At first, he was shocked, then confused, he even felt a little angry, but mostly he felt love. Turning his attention from you to the glaring daggers and clenched fists Childe had, Scara smiled in triumph and narrowed his eyes in slight. “You’re right, Harbinger,” bringing his thumb up to glide across his lips he licked them, “this treat isn’t bad, hah, not bad at all.”

side note: happy new year everyone!! and happy birthday to my first, and most cherished, Zhongli ᥫ᭡

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[genderfluid-insomniac]

Hiii!!

If you are comfortable with it, can you do a fic of scara/wanderer with an s/o who does not like being touched because of their past lover?? Fluff please😃

Thank you very much!!<3

A/N: Of course! I hope this is fluff enough!

Wanderer x touch aversive!reader

Thoughts swirled your mind as you tried to form words of how you could tell him why. Granted he wasn’t the best fan of touch either which gave you a hint that that it would turn out well but with that blank expression of his it’s always hard to tell. You tightly grasped the fabric of the couch and flicked you gaze back up to the door where you expected him to walk in any moment. It was 8pm, the time when he’d normally get home from his classes at the Academia’s library and you were getting anxious.

Finally you heard the door open and a sigh let out, tiredly walking in the door and talking off his shoes before seeing you on the couch in the living room. It wasn’t obvious but you could tell by the slight upturn of his lips that he was happy he was home and got to be comfortable with his significant other. You loved how he could let his walls down after months of gaining his trust and for him to feel safe and relaxed around you. Nahida helped a lot, especially when she was slowly helping Wanderer adjust to Sumeru after the incident and having you accompany him certain times.

That wasn’t what you wanted to talk about though and smiled as he walked over to you, sitting down next to you and kissing you softly. He went to hold your hand but you stilled and had to hold back your normal reaction of pulling it back. You saw how he glanced up at you, analyzing your expression and looking a little worried. You assumed that he was concerned you had grown scared of him or worried he’d do something to hurt you; a fear he had in the back of his mind with being abandoned. “Alright. Do you wanna explain what’s going on?” he said and being straight to the point as always. You had several speeches prepared on how you were going to tell him but of course you couldn’t remember any of them.

“I should’ve told you this earlier but I’m not fond of others touching me or I don’t like people touching me. My previous lover did some things,” your voice got a bit strained and swallowed to continue. Wanderer interrupted you first however and looked down solemnly as if reflecting before looking back at you with a understanding expression. “You don’t need to explain what they did. It’s not my place to know that information if you’re not comfortable sharing it. I did have a guess seeing as you avoided touch ever since we met but try not to worry. If it’s a new boundary you want to set then I have no problem with it.” he said but you could tell he cared much more than he let on.

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[hoeforalbedo]

Giving scara kisses and cuddles! I just wanna cover his face with kisses and see him getting flustrated!

The Stages of Grief

Scaramouche x GN!reader

Warning: Angst to fluff, positivity, optimism, Scara's real name

Summary: Scara's betrayal spirals him into darkness but you shed some light in his world.

1. Shock & Denial

After all three betrayals Kunikuzushi experienced, he was miserable. He couldn't mourn that little boy's death. It couldn't possibly be real. He couldn't accept how fragile a human life can be. Even if external crises are overcame, there are still internal problems that some may never go away. How can they all leave him like that? Was there something he unknowable did? If so, why didn't they tell him so he can fix it. Maybe then his mother, his first friend, and his last would still be with him.

2. Pain & Guilt

Burning down the only reminder of his innocence was in itself the desperation to be strong. He was desperate to forget about all the betrayals. He may have felt guilty for burning a place so special but he could only remember the way promises are broken. The fire burnt all past promises that are long to be forgotten. What he did was make a vow. A vow to never trust anyone again.

3. Anger & Bargaining

For a long time Kuni fell into a deep pit of anger. He burnt his once pure name, telling himself he would no longer be the innocent puppet he was. He is no longer that but he is Scaramouche, the balladeer. Someone strong and powerful. He resented humans and stomped on their feelings. The same feelings he once had and even if he tells himself he no longer bears the same human emotions, they'll always be there.

He doesn't blame himself for everything that happened to him. He blamed the archons, and especially his mother. It was his mother that abandoned him first. The person that should have been there for him. He told himself he doesn't need a mother and doesn't need a god. Maybe if he becomes even more than a god no one will ever leave him. They'll all become loyal and be there for him forever. He tells himself it's fear for respect but deep down, he really just wants to be loved.

4. “Depression”, Reflection, Loneliness

When he obtained his life long goal to gain the gnosis he rightfully deserved, for it to not work on him made him feel lost. If he already achieved the one thing he'd always wanted, what now? He left the only place that accepted him. He's all alone. He's back to being by himself and with no purpose.

5. The Upward Turn

Meeting you was what gave him a spark of life. He saw you as weak. You were always taken advantage of and left broken. He would watch you from the side, crying to yourself but to his surprise, you would wipe the tears away and keep trying. Couldn't you see that the world hates you? So why do you keep going?

Why are you so physically weak but mentally strong? "I only have one life. Why would I waste it on being miserable?" You would tell him. He chuckled darkly to himself. Yet he has a whole eternity and he remains stagnant. Despite not having a taste of death, when he looks at you he would wonder if remaining miserable without gain is worth it.

6. Reconstruction & Working Through

The one step of his life for the best was choosing you. You are the taste of his inspiration. He has found someone he loves and of course the lingering feeling of fear is still there. He understands that you are fragile and that your time is limited. He's afraid to lose you and he wants to experience life with you.

The once vengeful puppet's new goal is to feel life. "Life is full of ups and downs. Do you want to stay down there forever or be up there?" You would tell him optimistically.

"But I'm scared Y/N."

"You have a whole eternity to do whatever you want but I don't so I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want. Geez no wonder you're so short. You're always so down."

"You take that back!"

"You want to experience life together? I think it's time you experience the life of freedom."

Scara hesitates. He's always had a purpose, a mission and a life of freedom is so foreign but with you he'd be willing to do anything. Humans are so interesting.

7. Acceptance & Hope

The rays of gold streams into the bedroom, shining a light on both you and Scaramouche. You whine and snuggle into Scara's chest. "Wake up you sleepyhead. It's already late."

You look up at him with a pout, "But I'm comfy."

"I'm going to push you off the bed," He threatens to which your hold on him tightens. He's just saying that but he really doesn't mean it. He doesn't plan on letting go of his hold on your waist.

You're laying on top of him and he goes to stroke your hair. "We have to get up soon. The Inazuma Festival is already starting." You twirl his hair in your fingers with a hum.

"Your mother can wait." Both of you lay in comfortable silence.

"I can't believe I'm going to see her again," He whispers.

"I'm so proud of you Scaramoochie," You grin. Scara pushes you off to the side.

"Ew don't call me that!"

You giggle. "Okay but seriously I mean it."

"I know. Thank you."

"Can't wait to see you brag about your body count," You smirk.

"We will not discuss that! I will be kicked out the moment I say a single word about that!"

"I'm just joking!"

"Joking my ass," He scoffs. You hush him and peck his lips. As you pulled back, he chased your lips, capturing them in his. "I love you," He mumbles.

"I love you for eternity."

#scaramouche x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin #genshinimpact #genshin scara #scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #genshin imapct #genshin impact x reader #angst to fluff

[qingxin-dream]

As the World Falls Down

a/n | this is partially inspired by one of my fav scenes in the 1986 movie labyrinth, i just really love the imagery and bowie’s song (literally the title haha). always got me daydreaming🥰 hope you enjoy!! (art credits: @/myu-chan on deviantart)

warnings | poisoning, suffocation, profanity, hallucinations, reader wears a dress, implied death, crying, vague references to scara lore, not really proofread it’s 1am

genre | angst, romance

word count | 2.6k

pairing | scaramouche x reader

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“I found some mushrooms and berries,” you announced upon returning to camp, a hand-woven basket tucked into the nook of your elbow.

“Good. We can have fowl with it too,” stated your nonchalant traveling partner, the rogue Balladeer, who nods. His eyes were lost in the growing flames of the fire he was tending to, not caring to spare you a glance as you take seat next to him to sort through your basket.

An amusing thought crossed the puppet’s mind and past his lips with haste, “It’s not poisonous, is it?”

The crackling of the fire grew louder amid the absence of your answer, reaching up to the darkening sky in a flurry of hot ash. After flipping a log over in the campfire, Scaramouche begrudgingly looked over at you, annoyed and prepared to chew you out for ignoring him. “Hey, what are you—”

“Sc-Scara… c-can’t—” you struggled to put words together as suddenly a dense fog settled over your mind. Eyelids unbearably heavy and jaw becoming slack, your consciousness was fading rapidly.

“(Y/N)?” his voice nearly cracks out of surprise, lunging toward you to catch you as your limp body collided with the ground. A single purple mushroom tumbled away from your grasp when you collapsed, the mark of your teeth engraved on the cap of the little fungus.

Scaramouche tried to shake you out of your delirium to no avail. He cradles you closer in his arms, curses pouring over his lips in a panicked state, trying to find your pulse. “Fuck, fuck… idiot, how could you be so careless!”

His fingers against your dainty wrist did not feel a thing. You weakly rolled your head toward the frantic puppet, it seemed you were blissfully unaware of how the puppet was scrambling to save you. A glittery haze swirled ominously behind your eyes—you certainly weren’t lucid—almost as if you were admiring the man holding you tightly on your deathbed.

Grazing the back of his index finger along your neck, you were still warm to the touch. It wasn’t until Scaramouche placed an ear against your chest did he hear the faint thump of your heartbeat and feel the rise of your rib cage as you breathed slowly.

You were still alive, but who knows for how long? He cursed once more, scanning over your features frantically. You no longer fought against the wave of drowsiness crashing over you, eyelids beginning to close and the small smile disappearing from your lips.

“H-Hey! Are you listening? What the hell did you eat?” the puppet growled, lightly slapping your face awake. Your eyelashes fluttered momentarily, but it was evident you weren’t comprehending anything that was happening. “Where is it? Don’t you dare close your eyes, (Y/N), I swear.”

Scaramouche recklessly searched through your basket of foraged items, tossing aside every last godforsaken wild flower, mushroom, and berry you worked so hard to collect. Looking you over, a small sparkle caught his eye.

A violet little shroom, glimmering under the setting sun, sat half-eaten on a patch of dirt next to you. It sported a mesmerizing pattern, twisting and contorting into the strangest unrecognizable shapes. His eyes trailed them through and through, a deceptively beautiful tango that drew him closer and closer with promises of pleasure, but what lurks beneath the surface of such an alluring potion?

A comforting warmth spreads across the puppet’s cheek, snapping him from his thoughts. You were cupping his cheek, half-lidded irises glistening with the reflection of a faraway realm. Scaramouche blinked.

“Where did you go?”

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The echo of a grand piano was just within earshot, weaving a gentle melody so lovely your ears would happily weep if they could. A few string instruments join in, a sweet violin contrasted with a deeper cello sound, if only you could find them. Light laughter swirled about, amid the clink of wine glasses and romantic whispers.

Pulling the lavishly purple curtain back, you are faced with the extravagant ballroom packed with guests. Each of them exuded pristine elegance in their magnificent, jet-black suits adorned with freshly bloomed flowers. It was a sight to behold, truly, with their faces masked behind brilliantly intricate Fatui-esque designs, boasting tall feathers or shiny rhinestones.

As they led their beautiful partners draped in pastel ballroom dresses and the finest jewelry, something was familiar about them yet no one appeared to recognize you. Was it the soft white Cecilia clipped to the raven-haired musician plucking away at the harp? Or the exquisite Glaze Lily on the tall gentleman nearby whose ponytail faded to a golden caramel hue?

The ebb and flow of the dance pushed you to and fro, distracting you from your thoughts. It was difficult to weave through the crowd, you find it quite suffocating with no exit is in sight. Then, without warning, a small clearing was made as the guests silently danced around you and the lone man who stepped into your path.

His mask was unlike the others: an angelic shade of white that shimmered like gold under the chandelier, dotted with tiny diamonds beneath the eyes in the shape of a tear. Deep indigo locks of hair perfectly framed his face, and as your doe-like eyes took in his ethereal form you noticed his boutonnière was unique—a vibrant, wine-red dendrobium rested upon his breast pocket.

He lowered the mask, yet no one seemed to pay any mind as they swayed to the surrounding symphony. Your jaw dropped in shock, the act of revealing his identity like breaking a sacred oath. Twinkling lavender irises rested on you, drinking in your immaculate visage dolled up in an exquisite, lacy ball gown that rivaled the purest snow on Dragonspine.

You were utterly and completely awestruck, lips parted but words would never take form.

It was him—Scaramouche in the flesh.

He approached you, leaning in until he lingered but a few inches away. You swear by the Archons if someone had said he was ambrosia incarnate you would have believed them without question. It was intoxicating, the way he made your cheeks burn with warmth and searched your eyes endlessly as if it were truly the window to your soul.

His hands delicately brushed against your waist, moving to guide you into the rhythm of the crowd. Your arms wrap around his neck, just as lost in him as he was within you. The mesmerizing serenade of the orchestra drowned out any banter around you, and you felt safe in his hold.

Your voice softly broke through to him, “Who are you?”

An amused hum escapes his lips. Scaramouche gazed at you with adoration, pulling you closer against his torso like he never wanted to let you go. His husky voice answered into your ear, “Who do you think I am?”

You bit your lip. Part of you had secretly dreamed of Scaramouche returning your feelings one day. All of this felt too good to be true. Was this reality? Would he embrace you like this? Would he—

“(Y/N),” he quietly chastised, seeing you lost in thought. Strands of violet hair tickled your face when his nose brushed yours, you couldn’t help but steal a glance at his lips that were so close to meeting your own. You could hear his breath hitch, a tint of pink dusting his cheeks. “Tell me what you think of me.”

“I-I don’t know what you mean,” you nervously replied, averting your eyes as the butterflies in your stomach began to become unbearable under the weight of his affectionate and alluring gaze. “And why does it matter? You never cared about what other’s think anyway.”

“You are correct, but… you aren’t like the others, now are you?” Scaramouche smirked, a glint of mischief flickering across his features before pulling away to twirl you around.

As you returned to him, dress flourishing in tandem, you flash him a sly smile. “Well, if you must know, I do think of you fondly when you are away.”

“And what of when you are here with me?” he teased, joining the two of you at the hip again. He could practically hear his heart pounding, desperate to leap out of his chest. Scaramouche tucks a loose tuft of hair behind your ear, whispering into it once more, “You are in the presence of a god, after all. It only takes three words and I am yours.”

An insatiable rush of heat flusters your face at such a proposition. Your hand cupped his cheek and you caressed it with your thumb, committing his every perfect curve and edge to memory, as if confirming he was real and not made of paper mâché. He leans into your touch lovingly, a prince hopelessly enamored by this chance encounter.

This was really Scaramouche, and he wanted you. He chose you. In what world would you possibly deny him?

The sweet sound of the string quartet marked the end of the musical piece, drawing your attention as the crowd fell to a low hush awaiting the beginning of the next song.

When you turned to answer him, he disappeared. You flicked your head around, searching the ballroom for his face, his mask, his unusual violet hair, anything that resembled his unmistakable aura—but ultimately found naught. The guests spared disapproving looks at you through their masks, though you couldn’t discern if it was pitiful or mocking.

Your adrenaline began to kick in, not caring to push through the crowd just for the opportunity to catch a fleeting glimpse of Scaramouche’s beautiful mask. The orchestra began to play faster, heightening your sense of anxiety as guests moved in tune and nearly fought against you.

Was it something you said? Was he no longer satisfied with you? Were you just a plaything to him and nothing more?

Finally, you broke through the edge of the crowd and found yourself face-to-face with a distorted mirror of the room. Your reflection curved and blurred as if the ballroom itself was contained in an iridescent bubble. You were wrong. So horribly wrong.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the electrifying stare of Scaramouche watching you from the outskirts of the crowd. Your skin crawled with goosebumps once you noticed he was sauntering toward you, mask covering his expression.

You had to find a way out of this nightmare. Grabbing a chair from a nearby table, you held it above you, prepared to burst out of this false dream.

Suddenly a firm hand gripped your wrist painfully tight and yanked you away from the mirror, causing you to fall backwards into the perpetrator. Scaramouche growled in anger through his teeth, “I won’t let you do this. You can’t abandon me!”

“You lied to me!” Wriggling under him, you attempted to pull away with the chair but he was too strong. He ripped the chair out of your hands, toppling you over on the floor helplessly. You scrambled to stand up, carelessly tearing through the frills of your dress with your heels.

Scaramouche threw the chair aside and reached for your arm again, this time pleading with you, tears pricking his pretty red-lined eyes. “(Y/N), please. I’ve turned this world upside down and I’ve done it all for you. Stay here with me. Devote yourself to me. It’s all I ask.”

You hesitate at the sound of desperation evident in his voice, looking back at him one more time. He had lost his ephemeral sheen, hair tousled and scattered messily across his pale face. He was hanging on to your every word, hoping you would reconsider an eternity in paradise with him. It hurt to see how sad of a state he was reduced to, begging you to be with him.

He was right. This was everything you wanted—an endless night in his arms as lovers, but this was not how it was meant to be.

“I’m sorry,” you hoarsely choked back tears, smashing the mirror into a million pieces.

Infinitely small shards reflected the horrified look of betrayal on Scaramouche’s face as the dream was lost to space.

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You woke to the sound of crickets and a crackling fire. A cool, wet rag sat on your forehead, contrasting the warmth of the campfire and causing you to scrunch your nose as you stirred. Your heart raced when you were squeezed by the shoulders into someone’s chest, wet drops falling on you.

“Hm?” you mumbled against the fabric of their clothes, resting your hand against the left side of their chest. After a moment, you realized this person lacked a heartbeat. Your eyes shot open. “Scara… mouche?”

Your eyes took a moment to adjust, eventually focusing on the man who was cradling you close and gently rocking you back and forth. His divine features were contorted into despair, eyelashes speckled with the glistening residue of his tears. You spoke up again, “Scaramouche, what happened?”

“I thought you fucking died, that’s what happened.”

Oh. Your memory proved to be fuzzy—you remembered foraging for dinner, picking all kinds of edible berries and mushrooms. You remember returning to camp, but trying to think of anything beyond that worsened your headache. Were you attacked?

“How long have I been out?” you asked apprehensively.

Scaramouche swallowed thickly, hollow eyes wandering up your form to meet yours. It was gut-wrenching, he was never this vulnerable—this exposed—with you. “Six hours.”

He told himself he would never allow foolish mortal feelings to defile his heart again long ago, but you had gotten under his skin more than he realized. You sunk your claws into his heart so easily, so readily, and he was complacent in it. Maybe part of him wanted to believe it would be different despite his deep-rooted cynicism.

When you passed out cold and lifeless, you might as well have gored his heart right out of his fragile puppet body.

Scaramouche wanted you to, for all of the self-hatred, regret, love, and mourning he felt over you eating a stupid purple mushroom.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered shamefully, gripping his robe in your fist. You really fucked up this time. Had he held you the whole time, wishing you would come to or saying his goodbyes? The thought welled hot tears in your eyes.

He gave you a bewildered look, appalled by your pathetic apology. “I should kill you.”

“I would understand.”

The puppet had enough. After suffering in the depths of darkness and despondency for hours thinking you had succumbed to your mortality, Scaramouche could bear it no longer. You were alive, your heart was beating, and you were breathing—you were in his grasp once more and he wouldn’t dare waste this newfound chance with you.

“To hell with it,” he swore with a hasty whisper ghosting your pink lips, cupping your cheek softly, taking in how beautiful you looked in the moonlight even as you laid ill. “I love you, (Y/N), and don’t you dare do this to me again.”

Scaramouche brushed his chapped lips, salty with the remnants of his tears, against yours, relishing in the sensation of how plush and warm you felt. He rubbed his thumb over your cheekbone and down your jaw delicately like you could break underneath him at any moment. His hand trembled slightly on your skin, prompting you to hold his palm to your face to quell his fears.

When you moved your lips and pressed further into him, reaching up to lace your fingers in his hair, he swiped his tongue to ask permission before deepening the kiss. You tenderly smiled, greeting his tongue with your own. Scaramouche treated you with the utmost reverence, dedicating himself to tasting every saccharine drop you would offer.

He poured his heart into you until you were desperate for air and had to break away, much to his dismay. You were more than addicting. Indulging in you was beyond euphoric, to feel complete and whole at last was indescribable.

Recovering your breath, you huffed out a contented laugh and sealed your fate with one more peck on his lips. “I love you too.”

For the first time in hundreds of years, the puppet genuinely smiled, interlacing his fingers with yours.

“So… what did you dream of after you ate that mushroom?”

thanks for reading! reblogs are appreciated! my masterlist

#[opulent dreams].✿ #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin angst #genshin impact fatui #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader #genshin wanderer #wanderer x reader

[windser]

banished !! ft. childe, scara and itto or the boys get invited to an all exclusive night on the couch

childe: he laughs at first because he genuinely thought you were kidding. sure, he didn’t miss the way your face was till warm with anger and how loud your actions were as you stomped around the house. but he figured it would all fade, it always did. then he would make it up to you that night, arms wrapped around your waist or legs entangled at the ankle. however you wished for him to pay penance. yet here you are, standing over him with a blanket and pillow. all his plans drop like the smile he’d prepared. “hey, come on, baby. its not that serious. lets just go to bed and we can settle this in the morning.” it's intentional, the way his fingers slide against his skin when he takes the blankets from you. it might take a little groveling, but he was determined to change your mind. “why don't you sit with me for a little bit. we can get that conversation going now.”

scaramouche: he’s a very stubborn individual. but also very attentive to the way you lingered at the end of the hall, watching when you thought he wouldn’t notice. you didn’t really want to exile him to the living room, but you thought it was for the best. were you a little surprised when he agreed without complaint? yeah, but that's only because he was expectant when he heard the first tells of your feet scuffling across the carpet. it was well past midnight but he doubted you’d slept a wink alone in bed that was meant for two. it's why you were here now, hovering over him with a blanket with every intention of joining him in his banishment. feigning a yawn, scaramouche gave off the appearance that sleep had evaded him as well as he stood silently to your startled form. “enough of this, lets go to bed now.”

itto: a literal puppy. knowing he did wrong but not always sure. it makes you even more frustrated because it’s been a long day and the inability to get through your boyfriend’s dense head is not how you planned to close out your day. the worst part is he doesn’t even fight back, just accepts the spare set with sad eyes. you can see him sulking out of the corner of your eye as you prepare to head to bed. you try not to think about the empty space and lack of warmth to latch onto as you lie awake at midnight. you're just about to drift off when you hear a light thump against the adjacent wall to the bedroom. you already know what to expect when you get up. itto's exhaustion reflects yours as he sags tiredly against the corner of the door, blanket wrapped tight around his shoulders. his sluggish arms are unhelpful as you try to bring him to his feet to lead to the bed. his head rolls heavily onto your shoulder as he yawns in your ear. “i’m going to make you the best breakfast in the morning, promise.”

i'm really just writing whatever comes to mind and it's working quite nicely. accepting fresh ideas !!

#childe x reader #scaramouche x reader #itto x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader

[kaeyazuha]

Hii ! Im so glad your rq! Are open agaim :)

I was wondering if you could do diluc and scara and maybe heizou since he's friend died its up to you ofc! having a nightmare about their past and the reader comforts them! (Just wanna comofrt these boys smm) thank you!!

; I'm sorry this took so long, but I hope it's worth it!

; 4/2/23

; CW: Lots of physical touch, backstory mentions for all characters, heizou's is kinda bittersweet

; Reverse Comfort, Fluff

𝗗𝗶𝗹𝘂𝗰 𝗥𝗮𝗴𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗿

✧ It’s rare that Diluc sleeps peacefully. Seeing as he normally rests at ungodly times of the morning and seldom falls into a deep sleep, he tries to get enough sleep to keep him going without the nightmares that replay in his head throughout the day. However, there’s only so much he can do before he trips and his past catches up to him again. This specific nightmare is one he’s familiar with, to the point that he has every little detail memorized and can always predict what comes after. Yet, it frightens him all the same. He sees his father's brilliant scarlet eyes that dull so rapidly, watching the bright red leak from his eyes and body. He sees his brother’s crystalline blue eyes, so full of fear and sorrow. He sees rain that falls from the sky and drips from his cheeks to the muddied grass. He sees his own reflection in a nearby puddle: He’s younger now, hair tied much higher with eyes brighter and eager to please, but they’re filled with tears and anger.

✧ He’s a fairly deep sleeper, unluckily for you. You try to wake him up lightly so as to not startle him but as you watch his face scrunch in pain and knuckles lighten from his grip on the sheets, you start shaking him like one of his signature cocktails. He wakes with a start, eyes wide and fearful as he stares through you rather than at you. It takes a while to bring him back to earth. He’s not angry, nor does he cry. He just….stares. Eyes hazy and unfocused as his body lies still where he sits. It’s as if he’s a statue, unmoving and silent. The first time he did this, it scared the hell out of you. Now though, you sit beside him and let him come to himself in his own time. Slowly, you reach for his hand to hold it. If this goes on too long, you start humming your favorite songs and tracing shapes along his scarred hands and arms.

✧ Diluc’s preferred source of comfort is physical touch, surprisingly. Words are nice, but he’s been told far too many that meant nothing. So he instead loves when you talk through your hands. When you rub circles into his back, fingers lingering over the scars you’ve kissed. When your trace hearts over his arms and shoulders, massaging them lightly while you mentally chide him for working so hard. He finds solace in how earnestly you touch him, as if tracing the most delicate of porcelain. He’s in love with how focused you are on tracing his skin like connect the dots, from freckles to sunspots to scars to random dips of skin to anywhere your eyes linger. He especially loves when you wipe the stray tears from his face, gentle eyes staring into his tired ones. He can’t help but lean into your palm, smiling so softly you nearly missed it. And slowly, comfortably, does he fall back asleep. 

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Of all the things to wake up to, the burning stare of two wide, reddened eyes staring back at you was not what you expected. You gasped shortly, before leaning back to get a full look of whatever it was you just witnessed. Your lover, your dear Diluc, was a mess. And it was frightening just how silent he was. He half hovered, half rested over his pillow- every inch of his body tense and rigid as a statue. His eyes, transfixed in fear, stared at nothing in particular. But most heartbreaking was the streaks of tears that dripped down from those sad eyes to the pillow below him. You sighed, sitting up fully and gently grabbing his hands in an attempt to guide him into a more comfortable position.

“Same nightmare as always, I’m assuming.” Your voice was quiet, solemn almost. Your hands were delicate when they traced over his, and you wiped at his cheeks with your thumbs. He made no effort to speak, nor did his eyes speak for him. God it was frightening to see him this lifeless, as if he’d been possessed. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long, I was asleep,” You paused your sentiment to brush some stray, wild hair away from his face. “I was dreaming of us actually, at the windblume festival. It’s still really early, but I’m excited to go today.” As you mused more and more about your dream, about how excited you were to dance with him amidst the city and pick flowers for him, he seemed to relax a bit more. 

“Mm…” He started to nod along with your words, blinking for the first time in several minutes. His lips curled into a small scowl, and life slowly returned to his face. He still remained silent and still, but now at least he was with you. “Yes, yes, I know you’ll have to leave early to take care of the tavern. I’m sure it gets busy around this time of year.” A small huff escaped his lips, the closest you’d get to a laugh, and you smiled widely. “I hope you’re feeling a bit better now, my love.” You felt his pinky twitch against your hand, interlocking with yours and you rested his head against your chest with your head resting atop his. 

“I’m happy to hear it.” Blowing a tuft of scarlet hair away from your face, still loosely wrapped in its protective night style, you pressed a kiss to the crown of his head and relished in the way he sleepily relaxed against you. “I’ll see you in the morning, Diluc. Sweet dreams.”

It wasn’t long before you drifted back to sleep yourself despite the uncomfortable position, but as your eyelids fluttered shut, you caught sight of the way his pinky still locked with yours and smiled ever so softly.

𝗪𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗿 '𝗞𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗸𝘂𝘇𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶'

✧ Wanderer is a vessel. He compares himself to a puppet but really, he’s most similar to a bottle. One sealed shut that contains a murky liquid full of dark mud and slime. It looks ready to burst, the glass expanded and the cap barely holding on. Wanderer is a bottle, one that contains memories he wishes to forget and trauma he’ll never forget. He was never taught how to express his pains despite having so many of them, and instead bottles things up until they explode in the form of meltdowns, rage, violence, and even crying to the point of not being able to taste or smell for hours. This is rare though, usually he finds these things to be pathetic and opts to keep things locked within the heart he wishes he had.

✧ Nightmares aren’t new to him. He’s slept through many nights that leave him with tear stains on his cheeks and his eyes reddened from the buried pain that shows through when he’s most vulnerable. This is why he prefers to sleep alone. After convincing himself being caught crying in his sleep was the reason for his abandonment, he’s never let anyone see him show weakness like that again. He’ll sleep on the couch or anywhere you can’t see him- but you catch him one night. His usually blank face is scrunched up and pained, the moonlight reflecting off glittery tears that streak down his skin. You watch his hands shake as he mumbles soft pleas and curses through bitten lips.

✧ You comfort him while he sleeps, knowing full well he doesn’t even want you seeing him like this yet. Not that it offends you, something he’s extremely grateful for. You mumble sweet words in his ear, wiping his tears gently so as to not wake him. You take his trembling hands in yours, sweeping your fingers along his knuckles. You stay like this for gods knows how long, your knees have begun to ache and sleep pulls at your eyelids. But, as his fingers twitch and then curl around your own, you realize it was worth it. He still weeps, but he smiles as he does. And slowly do you drift off with your head rested against the couch, and his hand in yours.

- ✧ -

Living in the peaceful city of Sumeru usually means nights of tranquility and quiet dreams, with only the sound of the wind to disturb you occasionally. However, you found yourself harshly awoken by a crash downstairs. At first, you shrugged it off. ‘Maybe it was the cat.’ Was your first thought, your eyelids slowly fluttered shut only to be practically ripped open at the realization-- 

“We don’t own a cat.”

Rushing down the steps, you found yourself walking ever quieter so as to not disturb your lover who always slept on the couch. It was strange, you’d admit, but you respected it. The way he looked at you when he feebly requested to sleep on the couch reminded you of a kicked puppy, ashamed and nervous before you. And so, you let it slide. Sleeping in a cold bed as you cuddled a pillow rather than your boyfriend, but it was worth it to see him in the mornings. However, as you stare at him laying face down on the floor beside the couch he called his bed, you begin to understand his hesitation.

He’s still asleep, miraculously. But his skin, ever pale and cold, collects tears on his cheeks like morning dew on petals and leaves. You kneel down slowly, watching as his hands grip the blanket that now half lay over his curled up body. Small mumbles escape his lips, though incomprehensible you made out small pleas and curses-- curses mostly. His face is scrunched up in a mixture of pain and confusion, almost betrayal- and the way his hands guard his body even in slumber breaks your heart. You gently brush a hand over his hair that clings to the sweat on his forehead. “I’m sorry I never noticed.” He stiffens, eyes scrunching at the touch and he sniffles. Rather than lifting him back onto the couch, you opt to simply take his pillow and tuck it back beneath his head.

There’s plenty to talk about, but it can wait till the morning. You carefully move his arm, which quivers under your hold, and move it out to the side. “It’s okay, you’re safe now.” Despite not knowing if he can hear it, you whisper kind words into his ear while resting your head atop his arm. Your eyes feel heavy, but his burden feels lighter and that’s all that matters to you. Though, as you drift off, you notice his hand move to your cheek, where he brushes his knuckles over your skin so lightly you barely notice.

And then, as you turn over to look at him, you notice the faintest smile on those trembling lips.

𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗲𝗶𝘇𝗼𝘂

✧ Heizou isn’t someone people suspect to be so…sad. They see his suave jokes, the glimmer in his eye when his suspicions prove correct, or the way his shoulders slump and lip juts out when the trail goes cold. They see a troublemaker, someone rowdy and annoying. Even his own brother sees a nuisance. Truthfully, you did as well at one point. When he picked up a piece of trash you accidentally dropped and then chided you on the “dangers of littering.” Though while being witty and fun is something he enjoys, a good chunk of it is a front. A detective is excellent at uncovering lies, but he’s also good at creating them.

✧ You know about his past, about his friend, but it never seemed to bother him as much as it really did. Heizou was a man angry at the world. He was the forefront of protests and the face of right vs wrong, he wasn’t afraid to scream and shout and the world that cursed the people that loved it. However, someone as bold and brash as this becomes overwhelmed. Sometimes the crushing realization that he can’t fix everything becomes too much. When he rests, he sees only the dagger through his friend's heart. He sees the fates of others just like his friend, people who were wronged as a result of pride and greed. One example of this was after a nightmare became too much, and he practically shot out of bed with eyes wide and hands clammy.

✧ You comfort him through words at first, something he’s very good at. But you soon realize because he’s overwhelmed and exhausted, he’s overanalyzing everything you say. Looking for hidden meanings and things to distrust. With a small, saddened sigh, you simply rest his head on your shoulder and then does he break. He gripes about how tired he is, how hard he works sometimes just to realize the world is still the same as before. And you listen earnestly, resting your cheek atop his head while rubbing circles into his back. At some point, you feel him weakly smile against your shoulder. He’s still sleepy, you note, and a breathy whisper catches your ear as he drifts off:

- ✧  - 

“It really is you and me against the world.” He mutters, and you look up from where you were 

”But we'll never be enough.”

Those barely audible words roll around your head like marbles, your eyes drifting off into the dark ceiling above you as your hand runs through magenta locks of hair. Just moments ago, that same hair was brushing against your nose as he cried against your shoulder. As your shoulder moves against your shirt, you can feel his tears still sticking to your skin, and you frown at the memory of those lovely eyes so sad as they looked up at you. Asking you why, why the world hated people so. And gods, you wish you had an answer. “No matter what I do, it’s never enough.” You wanted to deny it, but truly, nothing anyone did would matter in the end. However, you reassured him: 

“It’s enough for me. And,” You brush a few strands of messy hair away from his face, “All the other people who you helped thought the same too. They may not remember you in the future, but in that moment? You made things so much better. Or even just a bit better.” He scoffed lightly, but you saw a hint of a smile tug at his lips that wobbled with every breath. Heizou sighed and flopped limply against your chest, to which you let out a breathless laugh. His hand found yours, and his thumb caressed your skin sweetly. 

“You could’ve stopped with the first sentence, y’know.” He grinned mischievously, though it looked rather foolish seeing as he was about to burst into tears again. “Knowing I’m enough for you means a lot.” A sharp breath, a shaky exhale, and one heavy sniff later, he looked back up at you. “But why can’t we be enough for everyone else? No matter what I do, no matter what you do, there will always be more problems than solutions.” With every word that escaped the confines of his rapidly closing throat, he spoke faster. And faster. And faster, and faster, and fastandfasteranfast--

“HEIZOU!” He jolted, wide awake at your completely bewildered expression. “I have no clue what you’re saying, love, slow down.” Your hand found his cheek, and you guided him through a few slower breaths. He sighed, suddenly quiet in your arms. Tears dripped from tired eyes to welcoming arms and he cried freely where he felt safe to do so.

“I’m just tired.” And it showed. In the eyebags that grew dark enough to mask his moles, in the way he spaced out more than he spoke, in the way he poured salt in his coffee instead of sugar and then forgot to clean up when he spit it everywhere. You let out a quiet ‘I know, love.’, and your free hand moved to his hair where it stayed from then, to now. To now, where he rested peacefully on your chest. To now, where his hand still refused to let go of yours.

To now, where you were left wondering if he could fix the world in his dreams, because here?

we’ll never be enough.

#kywrites #heizou fluff #diluc fluff #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche angst #heizou angst #diluc angst #genshin fluff #genshin angst #heizou hcs #diluc hcs #scaramouche hcs #genshin comfort

[fatuifucker]

second stream: so empty that it's full

[art cr: kuroume_1024 on twt]

dom trans! streamer! scaramouche x sub fem-sex reader (they/them pronouns used for reader)

SUMMARY = period cramps and body dysphoria are not a good combination

WARNINGS = please view the sucker series masterlist for the full warnings! minimal smut more angst, toys (vibrator), period, suicide threats, cutting mention, copendence, unhealthy relationship, body dysphoria

W/C = 1.2k

A/N = no beta read this time or a lot of smht but there is a lot of toxic scara

TAGS = @midnxght-sweet-time, @zen-daydreams, @edenialucas, @huboi, @nejibot, @lovediluc, @yumixxn, @teallapril

kuni @kamikuzushi

FUCK MY CRAMPS ARE KILLING ME (NAME) HURRY UP AND COME BACK

kuni @kamikuzushi

goddamnit do I really have to stream like this

kuni @kamikuzushi

oh whatever at least this celebration stream is gonna make me feel better

scara-sama @/06ScaraBalladeer

Today I want to show my appreciation for 10k subscribers! I’ll be looking through all your fanart and responding to all your questions on stream! Don’t be weird, okay? ^-^

—

Scara starts the stream with her signature smile and catchphrase. “Good day everyone! How is everybody doing?” Her mind whirls up thoughts of an expensive celebration dinner as red superchats start ringing in. “We’ve reached 10k subscribers! Thank you so much for all your support! Today, we’re going to be looking through your fanart on Twitter!”

Scara opens up the page and clicks on fanart tag. Her ever-present smile nearly morphs into a frown.

“I…I can’t show this! You know I can only look at wholesome fanarts, right?” she forces a laugh, immediately scrolling past the provocative fanart only to be met by more. “I’ll just…keep scrolling until I can find ones I can show.”

Thankfully, there are a lot of tasteful ones. But it isn’t enough to get rid of the bitterness in her throat at all those…other fanart. Men really do see women as fuck toys, huh? As Scara takes a sip of water, she accidentally catches her reflection in the mirror. Her dress — although conservative and shows no skin at all — somehow does enhance the size of her breasts. It usually doesn’t bother her but…

He swallows the bile in his throat, trying to silence the growing darkness in his head as he forces her finger to continue scrolling.

—

[You received a text from Kuniku<3!]

Kuniku<3: my head hurts like a bitch

Kuniku<3: so fucking loud

Kuniku<3: hurry n come back idiot

Kuniku<3: i wanna throw up

Kuniku<3: i wanna die

Kuniku<3: if you don’t come back quick ill fucking kill myself

Kuniku<3: do you want me to kill myself?

Kuniku<3: come back home

Kuniku<3: hurry

—

The door to the room creaks open. Kunihiko jolts, darting his eyes over to the figure. He relaxes upon realising who it is. "You took so fucking long. It's like you want me to die."

You sat next to him. "You know that's not true.”

"No. No, I don't know that,” he mutters, clenching onto the hem of his shorts. “You left. Why would you leave for so long? You know I despise it.”

“I’m sorry.” You wrap your arms around his tiny frame. “I’m here now. You can cry on me.”

His quivering arms return the hold, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt. He doesn’t say anything for a while and you return the silence.

“Do you think it would be better if I died?"

“No.”

“Why? There’s nothing for me here. Nobody would give a shit if I kill myself.”

“Your fans would.”

Kuni scoffs. “Maybe. Maybe not. They care about Scara anyway. Not me.”

“I would care.”

“...Yeah, I guess it does matter to you," he laughs; a pathetic, hollow laugh. “You’re not being very convincing.”

“Sorry, do you wanna try something else?”

He releases you, a distant look in his eyes as he reaches for a remote beside him, placing it in your palm. “Turn it on. You know what to do.”

Kunihiko tenses up the second you switch it on, going back to wrap his arms around your neck. You stay still, allowing your boyfriend to rest his head on your shoulder while you hold him tight. Sweat drips down his brow, a slight pain sending a shock down your spine when his teeth bites into your skin. You crank up the speed, and Kuni moans in delight. “Fuck, that feels good. God, I wish you could fuck me right now.”

You move to kiss him but before you could do anything, he seizes your jaw and shoves his tongue inside your mouth. You nearly choke at the intrusion. He’s aggressive, much rougher than usual, as if he is trying to forget his thoughts by indulging in you. As usual, you don’t mind, letting him do whatever he wants with you. You prefer he manhandle you than cut himself again.

"(Name),” he pants as soon as the two of you separate. “Do you still see me as a girl?"

"I have always seen you as Kuni,”

Kuni cackles. “Yeah right! You suck on my boobs everytime we have sex."

"Because you said you like it?” you say, tilting your head. “If it makes you feel uncomfortable, I'll stop."

“No,” Kuni’s voice drops, laced with ire and a hidden shade of anxiety at that notion. “What’s the fucking point of me getting nipple piercings if you’re not going to play with them?”

“Sorry,” you mutter, planting a kiss on Kuni’s forehead. “But just know that I love you no matter how you present yourself.”

“Then,” Kuni pushes you away, indigo irises lacking the usual scorn and air of superiority, “don’t ever leave for that long again. Or I’ll kill myself. Understood?”

A shiver — no, more like a dangerous electricity — rushes down your spin, your survival instincts forcing a quick nod from you. All of a sudden, the tension dissipates and Kuni smiles warmly at you again. He slides his tongue in your mouth again, his hand finding yours and moving it to max out the speed of the vibrator.

“Fuck! Ho-holy fuck, this thing is amazing...” Kuni moans, mouth hanging open in a euphoric expression. “Shit, I–! (Name)!”

“I’m here, Kuni,” you reassure him, pulling up his shirt to leave lovemarks on his collarbone. “I’ll always be here for you.”

“(Name), I can’t–!”

Kuni’s nails dig into your back as he twitches, puffing for air before his legs give in and he lands on your thighs. You turn off the remote before patting him on the back.

“You okay?”

“Mm...” he mumbles groggily. “Go and run me a bath.”

Scooping him into your arms, you lay him on the bed, watching as he turns over and hugs one of the pillows before leaving him to recover.

—

[You received a text from Kuniku<3!]

Kuniku<3: did u buy a bath bomb lol

Kuniku<3: smells nice

Kuniku<3: we should bathe together when im off my period

Kuniku<3: oh ya can u heat up my heat pack

Kuniku<3: before that cook me instant ramen

You’re typing…

You: Anything else?

Kuniku<3: oo yes answer this in ten seconds

Kuniku<3: what would u do if u could make time stop forever?

You’re typing…

You: I would cuddle with you

Kuniku<3: wow

Kuniku<3: that was a setup for a joke i had but thats so disgustingly wholesome that i forgot

Kuniku<3: is this the same bitch who asks me to choke them with my thighs? LMAOOO

Kuniku<3: kinda cute tho

Kuniku<3: fineee since ur so needy n im a good bf lets go out

Kuniku<3: my sis' cultural fes is this friday

Kuniku<3: apparently her class is doing a maid cafe lollll

Kuniku<3: would fucking love to see the look on her face when she sees us

Kuniku<3: if thats too lame we can sightsee around asakusa

Kuniku<3: or…we could go to a love hotel

Kuniku<3: so? which will it be?

[Your answer]

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche x reader smut #scaramouche x reader smut #genshin scaramouche #genshin scaramouche smut #scaramouche smut #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #sucker au #sucker series

[blissfullyapillow]

Mind mind games until you lose control

Mind mind games until you lose control

Wanderer x female reader

wc: 2,939

Summary: Wanderer believes he has absolute, full control of the situation. He has you in the palm of his hand, and it’s only a matter of time before you cave. Why is it then that he’s the one with the fluttering heart, despite his firm belief that he’s never had one to begin with?

Notes: I wrote this with my female genshin oc in mind, but it reads like an x reader from Wanderer’s POV, Wanderer speaks Japanese and it’s implied that it’s the native tongue of Inazuma, the translations for the Japanese words are at the end (If any of it is wrong please kindly let me know! I made sure to triple check but just in case, don’t be shy and let me know if anything's amiss :>) , Alhaitham briefly makes an appearance because I love that man, slow burn fluff <3 (the best kind of fluff in my opinion) 

Back to Masterlist A

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Although he no longer goes by the name of Scaramouche, he still has aspects of his personality that coincide with his previous self.

He’s no saint.

He’s reminded of this as he watches you struggle to sew, your fingers clumsily dropping the needle again. You’ve dropped the needle so many times he stopped counting after thirty.

Still, he can’t help but admire your earnest expression as your usual grace dissipates. The incomplete doll rests on your lap as you take a moment to admire your maladroit handiwork.

“Scara, is this alright?” You ask him as you hold up the offending doll. He scoffs as he opens his mouth to tell you how disgusting it looks.

“It needs work. A lot of it. Are you telling me after all this time I’ve spent teaching you you’re still struggling? Are you dense or just stupid? And the needle, you’ve dropped it so many times that the product you’re creating reflects what little talent you have.” He pauses for a moment when the previous light in your eyes begins to dim and you avert your gaze. He carefully removes the unfinished doll from your hands before he inspects it in scrutinizing detail.

“…even so, this is good for a beginner.” He mumbles, in an effort to encourage you. The doll you’re making truly isn’t bad, it’s actually impressive how fast you’ve picked up the skills he’s taught you. Despite your clumsiness you’re making fast progress.

However, he doesn’t want to tell you that.

He curses under his breath when your eyes light up despite his harsh words. He refuses to believe he has a heart whenever you bring up the topic, but his doubts waver when he feels an unknown pang in his chest where his heart would be.

He wanted to be meaner with his words, he really did, but he always falters when your pure eyes stare into his.

It’s as if you can see his troubled soul every time your eyes connect with his lavender orbs, and every time he’s relieved when you embrace him despite the atrocities he’s committed in days past.

He’s a man of many sins, yet your smile continues to bless his filthy soul. He watches as you resume sewing the legs of the doll, and he skillfully hides the upward curve of his lips from your line of sight.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

He convinces himself he’s nice to you only so he can use you as a means to his ends. Whenever he wants to berate you for messing up, he does it in a way he knows you find endearing. All to fulfill his own goals and ambition.

But if that’s the case, why is his non existent heart beating so loud in his ears as your face hovers mere inches from his.

“Your eyes are so pretty.” Your soft breath brushes against his lips, and he wills himself to stay put and keep what little distance there is between the two of you.

“Gods, you're annoying. Move back you imbecile.” He attempts to push you away, but you stand your ground. He feels himself flush when your hand grips his bicep to steady yourself against the force of his hand, resulting in you falling forward as you lose your balance.

He hates how he wraps his arms around you and ensures you fall against his chest so you don’t hurt yourself. Well, it was his fault you almost fell. That’s the only reason he does it.

He’s only doing this so you can’t say he owes you anything.

“Are you okay?” His voice is laced with concern, but he convinces himself it’s a facade. All so you’ll fall for him and become the perfect asset for him to exploit.

He looks up to see your face hovering over his yet again, but this time he can clearly see your beautiful orbs swirl with emotion as they stare into his.

“Wanderer…” He sucks in a breath as your soft voice travels with the wind like a beautiful melody. Alluring and enticing, he wills himself not to succumb to your natural charm.

“Get off me you moron.” He grunts. Before he can get up and remove yourself from him, you lean forward just as he leans up.

He swears on Celestia he sees the glimmering fake stars in the sky light up behind his eyes as your soft lips connect with his.

He involuntarily groans as he lifts a cold hand to your cheek. He tells himself he’s going to shove you off, but instead he caresses your cheek and makes no effort to move away.

When you pull away, he’s embarrassed at the way he momentarily chases after your addicting lips, only to pull back when he catches himself.

He pays rapt attention to the way you quickly press two fingers against your lips, your pupils blown wide with surprise etched on your features.

You look into his eyes, and he knows he’s going to hate whatever’s about to come out of your mouth when your lips form a seductive smirk.

“You didn’t have to create such an elaborate scheme to kiss me. I’m all yours whenever you want me, just say the words next time. Okay?” He hisses at the sound of your cocky chuckle, and his face explodes in a burst of color.

How unusual. If he doesn’t have a heart, what���s pounding so violently in his chest?

“You uncultured swine! Deplorable, miserable insect!! You- You pernicious and insufferable vermin, know your place! Are you trying to seduce me!?” He throws more expletives and insults your way, all the while trying yet failing to hide his adorable face that’s sporting reddened cheeks.

“Oh? Seducing you? I’m doing no such thing. If you’d like I can try in earnest and see where that takes us. What do you say?” His entire body shivers as he feels your finger trail down his chest.

Abort abort abort abort!

He’s quick to flip your positions, pull both of you up, move you back, and take to the skies as he soars away yelling more curses into the wind.

All you do is giggle with glee as you watch him fly away.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Who is that unsightly mortal talking to you?  And why are you gracing him with that beautiful smile that belongs to him and him alone?

His feet carry him to where you two are, and his mind struggles to catch up as you two look on expectantly and wait for him to say something. He works his jaw and allows his annoyance to show on his face as he glares at the man sitting across from you.

“Y/n, who is this?” The tall male asks. “Oh, this is my boy friend. The one we were just discussing.” Your smug reply makes a visible dent in his facade, and his head whips around so fast to face you that his hat smacks into your male companion. An audible “ow” is heard and Wanderer smiles at the harmonious sound.

“What are you on about now?” He gruffly asks. Before you can reply, the man stands up from his seat to leave. “I’ll leave you two to it. Be cautious of your feelings Y/n, he’s convinced himself he’s just trying to use you.” The man leaves without looking back, and he’s annoyed by how you wish the above average height male a cheerful farewell. “See you later, Alhaitham!” Your call only garnishes a raised hand in farewell from the man known as Alhaitham. 

“What is his relationship with you? Is he an acquaintance?” He’s only asking since Alhaitham’s onto his plan. He’ll gladly wipe Alhaitham’s existence from the face of this world just as he once did with his own existence.

“He’s my friend. Just like you. You’re my boy friend, and so is he.” Your lips curve into a smile as you watch the gears turn in his head.

Oh. You meant it like that.

He hates the way his cheeks warm. He crosses his arms in front of his chest as he avoids your searching eyes. “Whatever. Anyway, have you made any progress with your doll?” He quickly changes the subject and wills the crushing sadness in his heart to go away. Why would he want to be anything more than a friend to you anyway? Feelings will only get in the way of his plan and-

Wait. Feelings?

He rolls his eyes at himself. There’s no way he has feelings for you. He’s just watching over you so you’ll fall for him. If you catch feelings for him it’ll be easier for him to use you, but in no way would he ever fall for a moron like you.

“Look! I made a doll of myself.” You hold the doll up for him to see, and his breath catches in his throat.

It’s a doll of you from when he saw you way back then. When he was still Scaramouche, a lifeless harbinger who was only a mere tool for the Doctor to use as he saw fit. …It’s a doll of who you were before you left the cold of Snezhnaya for the song and cheer of  Mondstadt. 

“I…” For once he’s at a loss for words. He gingerly takes the doll from your hand. He removes his own doll off his person and holds your doll next to his for comparison. The stitching on yours is much clumsier than his, yet it holds a certain charm to it that embodies the real person.

“You like it? I actually made it hoping we can trade dolls. I know yours holds a very special meaning for you, so if you don’t want to trade we don’t have to, but I just thought it’d be something special for us to hold on to each other’s dolls. ..only if you want to…” He’s amused by your expression; you’re blatantly staring at him with your face colored in surprise as he places your doll where his once was.

“Okay. Just take it.” He curtly instructs you to take his doll as he holds it out for you. An indescribable warmth blossoms in his chest as you gratefully take the doll from him. You admire his handiwork as you inspect the doll from head to toe before storing it on your person.

“Thank you. This means a lot to me, as I’m sure it does to you.” Your sincerity shows in the way you gingerly intertwine your hands with his, and the way your smile lights up not only your eyes, but your beautiful soul as well.

He’s silent, but his gentle squeeze against your hand conveys all the words that are caught in his throat. Why do his lashes feel wet?

What is this?

He sniffles, and when your eyes widen in surprise he quickly looks down at your intertwined hands in lieu of keeping eye contact with you.

“Wanderer!? Are you o-“ His sharp yet meaningful words cut you off. “Just keep holding my hand and stay by my side. ..Don’t…leave me again. Promise.” He whispers.

Oh, he hates that word. Promise. Promises are meant to be broken. It’s stupid to make promises since human thoughts and feelings are always subject to change. Mortality is constantly looming on the horizon for many, so a promise with someone like him is as good as meaningless.

If that’s truly the case, then why does he know it’s an undeniable fact, later to be written in history books, when you reply “I promise.” Why does he feel all of his invisible defenses crumble to the ground when those words reach his ears? Why does he smile when he hears those words?

All he can do is swallow his sorrow and hold back the tears that threaten to fall from his lashes. Hearing those words simultaneously healed him from the heavy burden of his misgivings and did nothing at all.

He chuckles to himself as a single word slips past his lips.

“Good.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Scaramouche, Scaramouche will you do the fandango?” He groans and pinches the bridge of his nose. “This joke isn’t even relevant anymore, my name and appearance has changed.” He acknowledges the little flip his heart does when your eyes glimmer with clear mischievous intent.

“Alas, can’t a girl reminisce on the good old days? You look lovely in purple, but I have to admit, blue is your color.” His ears burn as you begin to openly admire his appearance, paying extra attention to his hands and shoulders for some unfathomable reason.

“くそくらえ！”  He yelled an insult at you, yet you eagerly glance at his face with shimmering eyes.

He blatantly admires the stars he sees in your eyes as you pathetically beg him to say something else in his native tongue.

How insufferable. 

“ふざけるな”  He almost chuckles when you clearly get excited by the insults he’s spewing at you. He fidgets in place once he realizes he likes where this is going, but he’d rather bow before the shogun before he ever told you that (which will never, over a thousand millenia, ever happen).

“It’s almost as if you’re trying to please me with your eager responses. Haha! You’re utterly pathetic.”

He jumps when you don’t deny his claims and move closer to him, invading his personal space as you innocently touch his arm. “I don’t care what you’re saying. I just love how your voice sounds slightly different when speaking in your native tongue. It’s very attractive.” Your kind and authentic words only serve to fluster him.

“黙れ” He spits the words like venom, but it only serves to encourage you. A part of him knows you’re smarter than you let on, so he has a nagging feeling you know what he’s saying but he decides to ignore it.

If you really did know what he was saying, you would’ve slapped him by now.

Since you’re happy no matter what he says, and you clearly don’t understand a word coming out of his mouth…

He blushes and tugs down his hat to hide his face as he mulls over the idea in his head. 

Eh, What the hell. 

He can only fool himself for so long, and this is good practice until he can work up the courage to tell you these ardent words in a language you can understand.

“心の底から愛してる。” The words quietly enter the air. He waits with bated breath for a moment, praying hoping you don’t catch on to the true meaning of his words. You owlishly blink at him, and after an adorable giggle you ask him to say just one more thing.

He thinks for a moment. You could be pulling his leg right now. 

…but he can see the sincerity in your eyes.

The next confession to slip past his lips conveys such veracity and ardor that it shocks him to his core.

“生きてることより愛してる。” His own words steal his breath away. For someone like him to say these words is no small feat. His origins are deeply rooted in feelings resulting from life and death, estrangement, love, and abandonment. You have to be someone beyond special for him to develop feelings for you, let alone attempt to voice them out loud.

He groans and removes his hat. It’s suddenly too hot. He runs a trembling hand through his hair as he asks “Are you happy now? I’ll see you later.” He attempts to brush past you to sort out his feelings, but your soft hand on grasping his stops him.

He turns, and he’s met with the most ethereal view his eyes have ever been blessed to gaze upon. 

Your smile, oh your smile, it makes his heart leap in his throat. He feels like he’s soaring through Tevyat’s skies with his windglider as he stares into your eyes. His body unconsciously draws closer to you and his eyes refuse to leave yours.

You giggle as you draw him closer and closer to you, until he’s so close that your legs become entangled and his lips are mere millimeters from yours.

You only have one thing to say before you take his heart and hold it in your delicate hands for the rest of eternity.

“愛してる！“ Your words shock him, and you laugh at his dumbstruck expression. “My father is from Inazuma you know.” Is all you say as an explanation.

He should be mad, he really should. Embarrassed even. Yet a foreign feeling is the only thing that swells and consumes every molecule and atom of his being. It blocks everything else out except for the two of you, and nothing else matters to him more in this upside down world than you do.

Ah. 

So this is love.

He has an epiphany, and surely it’s written all over his face. You give him a reassuring squeeze of his hand, accompanied by that fond smile he’s come to adore, before you close the distance he so desperately wanted to close ages ago.

Your love for each other is sealed with a kiss.

Moments after you two pull apart, which was solely for your sake since humans need oxygen, you flash him a cheeky smile. That’s when a sudden realization hits him. It hits him like the explosion of spiciness that burns your mouth after biting into a raw Jueyun chili. 

He wasn’t the one playing mind games.

It was you all along, and he’ll gladly play them with you again.

His beating heart lurches with bliss when you pull him back in again, and with a content sigh he finally relaxes his body against yours.

This is where he belongs.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Translations:

くそくらえ!  Eat Shit!

ふざけるな Don’t be silly, screw you, fuck off

黙れ  shut up, shut your fucking face

心の底から愛してる。I love you from the bottom of my heart.

“生きてることより愛してる。I love you more than life itself.

愛してる！ I love you!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*   ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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[acaaai-t]

a warriors final pledge

fem! reader x knight! scaramouche

cw: light angst (sort of), hurt/no comfort, major character death, mentions of war, slight description of a wound, kissing, forbidden love

The storm rumbled.

Thunder clashed, lightning strikes— eliciting the world in a flash of white. The rain pelted down, banging against the window in loud patters.

You let out a small cry when the lightning flashed again. The grip you had on your the collar of your mothers gown tightened. She held you closer in her embrace, her touch slow and gentle, whispering sweet things to you in an attempt to soothe your fear.

“The storm will pass,” she mumbled quietly.

You gave no response, only burying your head deeper into the crook of her neck. Both hands cupped against your ears in an futile effort to drown out the storm.

“Your mother is right,” a deeper voice carrying wavering confidence spoke up. It was Scaramouche.

Though you could see from the corner of your eyes that he was scared— the slight tremble in his voice, he still managed to maintain a calm composure. As expected of the knight in duty.

The wind whistled and howled, bending the branches of trees to an impossible angle. Lightning flashed, and the thunder crashed. You whimpered.

The storm befalls.

Swords clashed against each other, sending up tiny sparks that quickly fizzled away. Arrows pelted down from the skies, raining down upon the targets. A explosive detonated somewhere in the middle of the battlefield, and for a moment, the world was lit in a flash of white.

Scaramouche brought up his sword, parrying a strike from the enemy. Blood mixed in with the mud, and he nearly slipped. He looked around frantically for an opening while fighting off another.

You were right behind him, your own weapon in hand, also fighting off the enemies. The heavy armor weighted you down, but atleast it was keeping you alive. Your sword work was clumsy, inefficient, and the opposing side caught on quickly that you couldn’t wield a sword as well as the knight protecting you.

Scaramouche felt an electric spark running up his spine. He shivered, a sudden ominous feeling shadowing him. With a swift thrust of his blade, the few remaining enemies surrounding the two of you fell.

“Let’s go,” he said, grabbing ahold of your arm. “This place to far too dangerous.”

You stumbled as you ran, ducking as arrows whizzed past you.

Using the smoke as a cover up, Scaramouche brought you over to an house that was just barely on the verge of collapsing. It was a miracle the building hasn’t already been obliterated into nothingness.

“Stay here,” he said, guiding you to a dark corner of the house.

“You’re staying with me, right?”

He nodded. “It is my duty to protect you as your knight, princess.”

“Scara… you can drop the formalities.”

“Force of habit, sorry,” he muttered.

You laughed, a sound akin to the silver bells that twinkled in the autumn breeze. The laugh quickly faded away, a sad smile tugging at your lips. “Sometimes… I just wish we could’ve been normal people, you know?”

Scaramouche felt his heart squeeze at your words.

“Maybe then we could’ve been together and escape from the war, living somewhere where nobody can find us,” you shook your head, knowing full well the future you envision will never be reality.

A knight and a princess could never be together.

“Scara, come here,” you said, beckoning the boy over.

He did as told, getting on one knee as he faced you. With no warning, you cupped his cheeks and pulled him closer to you. It was a short-lived kiss, and when you pulled away, both your faces were dusted a light red.

“Sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” you sputtered out, stumbling over your words in the haze of panic. “Sorry…”

Delicate fingers came up to trace his lips, the tingling feeling of your lips still dancing. It was crazy, seeing you so calm and collected, when the kingdom that belong to you— was being slowly teared apart, bit by bit.

The amber of the raging fire reflected in your eyes as you stared out at the bloodied battlefield. You kept your gaze trained on anywhere but him, your thoughts still jumbled up from your impulsive decision.

“It’s fine,” he whispered, heart thumping.

He sat down next to you and pulled you into his embrace, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

The world was falling apart, but for just the tiniest moment, here in this dark corner of a house, everything seemed to be alright. It was just you and him, and nothing else mattered. Just two idiots in love, but unable to love each other.

You pressed your body against him, feeling the warmth that radiated off.

Suddenly you were 8 years old.

It was storming again. You were hiding in the closet of your bedroom, a blanket tightly wrapped around you.

Scaramouche bursts into your chamber and yanked the closet door open, his hair disheveled and eyes crazed. His breaths were ragged as he looked at you, a wave of relief visibly washing over him.

“There you are,” he mumbled, crawling into the tiny space next to you. “I thought you got kidnapped…”

No response was heard from you, but the extra weight on his shoulder said more than enough. Scaramouche could only muster a tiny smile. Though the boy was only two years older than you, he had shown an incredible progression in his maturity level— this leading your parents to make the final decision and officially appointing him as your personal protector.

“Hey…” he whispered, patting your head. “There’s no need to be scared, I’ll always be there to protect you.”

That was his pledge.

His voice echoed loudly in his head.

“Hey.”

He could barely hear himself over his pounding heartbeat.

“Hey..” he nudged at your still figure. “Hey don’t do this to me. This isn’t time for jokes.”

Very carefully, he lifted your body up and held you close to him. A warm liquid seeped slowly seeped into his attire. You were still alive, Scaramouche could confirm with that faint heartbeat of yours. But it won’t last long, he knows it.

The lightning strikes. Purple streaked across the skies, bringing with it a deafening clap of thunder. All sorts of emotions raged in his heart, but the one above all, was fear.

“Scaramouche,” your voice was faint, just barely audible.

The silent was deafening.

How did it happen?

…

He had lowered his guard and allowed a silent attacker to intrude.

It was my fault.

A tear slipped and rolled down his cheeks. Even though the enemy had long gone cold, it was still too late. That bloodied gash that hastily marked your neck signaled at your death.

It was futile to try and save you. He knows. Yet he tries.

It was only when your body had gone limp, when the light in your eyes dulled out, when you couldn’t feel his warmth anymore, was when he stopped—

— stopped trying to care for the world around him, for what was there to care about when the only person he had ever really loved was gone? A strangled laugh escaped him.

Gone.

He brought your body over to an untainted field, where the surviving flowers flourished. Gently, Scaramouche laid your body down on the bed of flowers and took one final look at you before closing your eyes for the last time. He sat a small clutch of orchids where your hands met.

“Maybe in another lifetime, you and I, could be together,” he whispered. “I’ll wait for you, always.”

With his final words, Scaramouche stood up and faced the warzone ahead of him, his blade clutched tightly in his hands, and the stone hanging by his neck glowed a fierce purple.

Dark heavy clouds began covering the sky, the aura of electrical hanging low in the air. Slowly, rain began to plunge.

And amidst the rain he would fight, fight until the world had finally taken account of what they done, fight until his final breath, fight until he drops dead— fight like that of a warriors final pledge.

The storm was back, and this time, it won’t hold back.

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notes—

— bruh I finished this fic at like 12am so the ending might not make sense; making reader suffer in the next fic, I’ve caused scaramoochie too much pain 🙏

© acaaai-t — do not plagiarize, repost, or translate

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