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cyxnidx · 1 month

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HI HI HELLO! I saw ur cat n mouse gamr for Wriothesley and loved the idea so much! I would like to request f! Reader x wanderer (genshin) playing a cat n mouse game as well hehe. And if you dont mind please do write more on the smut part I am very curious on how itll play out 🫢 TY!

CAT & MOUSE 2 !

character pairing: wanderer / scaramouche x f!reader

warnings: smut, degradation(use of 'slut, whore') + a little praise, oral (m!receiving), cat & mouse game, slight bondage (ropes🤭)

a/n: Hi~, apologies for such a late response :(. had to get some sort of inspo flowing. i'm glad you enjoyed, & hope you enjoy this one even more <3.

"where are you, slut." wanderer's tone echos throughout the house.

you're hiding - hiding, being bratty, as usual. getting your boyfriend all riled up, only to leave him to deal with his boner himself.

not this time, though. it seems you've gotten him a little too riled up today.

you slap a hand over your mouth when you hear his shoes against the hardwood floor, hoping he doesn't find you.

now you're realizing its foolish - and your hiding place doesn't make it any better. under the bed, really?

"come out, come out, wherever you are.." he calls again, obviously teasing you. hes so close, so near, yet you don't have sight of him.

the adrenaline rush is addictive. it's probably the main reason you're doing this to begin with. the rush of hiding, and the chance of being caught, and fucked to oblivion?

its addicting.

you notice it goes quiet. it doesnt seem like the wanderer is walking anymore, nor is he calling for you.

theres only one conclusion you can come to when this occurs.

and before you know it, you're yanked up by your ankles and pinned to the ground.

you've been caught.

you fight him, for the fun of it. to give him a hard time, not that you want to win. not necessarily. the whole point is to get under his skin.

finally, he gets you under control, and thats when you notice a rope being held between his teeth. he holds your hands above your head with one hand, while with the other, he works to tie your wrists together.

"scara - let's talk about this!" you whine, only adding fuel to the fire. you knew he wouldn't wanna talk - why would he?

without a word, he throws you onto the bed you once were taking cover under. "not another word, you hear me?" he demands. "say anything more, and I'll stuff that pretty mouth with my cock."

your eyes narrow, analyzing his. lust swirls in his pupils, a gaze of daggers stabbing you. though, despite the betting stare he's giving, you take it as an opportunity to provoke him more.

"well, if you're so bold, do it-"

you're basically cut off at the last syllable of your sentence when he moves you off the bed. his grip is harsh on your waist, and you were on the ground before you knew it.

"open your mouth," he says in a haste, unbuckling his pants and fiddling with his zipper.

"wha-"

"open. your. fucking. mouth." he demands, stroking the bud of precum over his cock as he waits. you let your tongue fall out of your mouth, mouth wide, awaiting to be filled by his cock.

not taking more than a minute, he shoves his cock down your throat, immediately fucking you.

"you," he pants, the warmth of your throat hitting him like a truck. like a pressure he never knew he needed for the minute. "fuckin' slut. always rilin' me up n', shit."

he continues to shove himself down your throat, your gags filling the otherwise quiet house. he grabs a harsh fistful of your hair and your hands go to massage his balls, tempting him to cum down your throat.

his head tilts back. "god, damnit. you're sucha little slut, fuck, taking my cock like a good little girl. mmh, g'na let me cum down your slutty little throat? huh?"

you attempt to moan in response, the tightening gesture throwing scaramouche over the edge, filling your throat with his seed.

he waits for you to finish sucking every little bit off his cock before moving you to the bed. "good little slut, you must like to be used." he mumbles, turning you over on your stomach and arching your back. "g'na treat you how you want, yeah? like the little whore you love to be."

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silaswritesthings · 6 months

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What kind of name is ‘Hat guy’?

Summary: You’re stressing over exams and Hat guy offers his assistance. There’s small banter here and there.

Starring: Wanderer/Scaramouche/Hat guy (whatever you prefer)

Genre: I hate college (this should be a genre), fluff

Warnings: Edited ONCE (I have an exam on Thursday 🧍‍♀️)

Author’s note: I’m alive. I haven’t posted in ages and I just needed to write something so I sat down and wrote 800 words in two hours when I can’t finish a 2k word essay for school in two weeks… (The curse of creativity.) Another thing, if you wish ti send asks please do so! I’ve run out of creative juices and well that’s it. I won’t guarantee masterpieces because well… college and all, but i’ll try my best to answer all of them because my brain is drying up and I need inspiration! likes, comments, reblogs and new followers will always be appreciated!

Word count: Roughly 800 words

It’s not enough.

It’s never enough.

You leaned against the tree behind you, the wind flicking your research papers in every direction as you stared hopelessly at the grass.

It had been a month since you had started your recent semester and with a big exam coming up, at first, you were prepared for it mentally. How hard could it be? So many people have been able to keep up with the academia’s standards and you rarely hear people complain about being unable to keep up with their work but archons, this was hard…

“I truly am incapable.” You mumbled to yourself.

“You are.” A voice tuned in from right beside you. In a moment of panic, you glanced to the side only to come face to face with a familiar pair of feet.

What? There was nothing odd about being acquainted with Hat Guy’s feet- well, to be more specific, his shoes. Most people in your class had already been subjected to being under said shoes many times. The man in question described it to you as a showcase of his superiority.

In all honesty, his research papers were enough to make the sages sweat so what other show of superiority would he need beyond that?

You’ve never had the courage to ask. You’ve never had the courage to approach him about anything, which was odd considering how often you two spoke with each other. Every conversation begun with him. At times he’d prod and poke at you as a way of getting more than just affirmative phrases, such as ‘mhm’, ‘yes’ and ‘I agree’, from you. It was quite endearing.

That is a lie.

It was very endearing, but now was not the time to dwell on that.

The hat guy, you used to call him ‘Wanderer’ because you were sane unlike everyone else who could call him ‘hat guy’ without a glimmer of hesitation. What kind of name is ’Hat guy’ anyway? Despite this, you never failed to notice the way his gaze would soften whenever he was addressed by that name. Was he insane too? Was this insanity contagious? It seemed so, because whenever you used his odd name he would smile. It was barely there but it was not something you could miss.

The rustling of papers gave you the motivation to glance up at him, and would you look at that. He was watching you with bemusement, as if you tried to convince him that he was made out of cotton wool or something.

“Even a child knows not to allow their work to be blown away so carelessly by the wind.” He spoke as he organised your notes. The wind that caused your papers to struggle in his hold made his hair dance atop his head and over his forehead.

“Unfortunately that topic isn’t in my exam syllabus.”

He scoffed before taking a seat beside you and handing you your notes. Wordlessly, you took the papers and filed them away in your folder.

“It’s not very clear.”

You blinked in surprise before turning to look at Wanderer (You’d use that name just this once…) who had his gaze fixed on the cloud-filled sky. “What?”

“Your research design. It needs to be revised a bit, especially the part concerning your data analytics.” His eyes turned to you, leaving you thoughtless.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” You both looked ahead of you at the same time, silence settling between you as the wind blew around you, picking up leaves as it went by.

Hat guy sighed. “You’re much harder to talk to than me, and that’s saying a lot since I actively avoid people.”

“I’m not very good at starting conversations.”

“You’re not good at maintaining them either.”

“I’ve heard.”

Your gaze remained on the sky, it was grey. Bleak. Depressing.

Should cloudy days come with a trigger warning for academics?

During your internal struggle, Hat guy’s gaze had shifted to yours and you were so lost in your own world that he should have found it pathetic. Oh but he did, the problem was he wished your thoughts lingered on him instead.

He frowned as he gazed to the side and cleared his throat. This caught your attention but when you looked at him, his face was hidden from your view when he spoke. “I could help you with your work, if you’d like.”

Your eyes widened. “Why?”

The wind was relentless as it continued to blow, his hair dancing with the breeze as the corner of his lips shifted upwards a bit.

“I like to show off.”

You smiled. You were still upset about your shortcomings but having someone be there for you for this one moment made the weight on your shoulders drift away with the wind.

Why was the wind so persistent today anyways?

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chilumitos · 1 year

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scara chibi!! scara chibi!! my fav boooy!! 🌀

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inazuman-vagrant · 2 years

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ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴꜱ

"...Are you done yet?"

"Almost! Just hold still."

Kunikuzushi sighs, trying not to fidget as you fold in more flowers into the flower crown.

The two of you were sitting underneath the sacred sakura at the invitation of a certain kitsune.

Kunikuzushi still couldn't believe you convinced not only her but his mother to let him stay.

How did it even come to this?

He didn't understand how you even cared for him, if he was honest.

He was just a puppet. A prototype for perfection. And yet...

"Done! Do you like it?"

When he see's the look on your face, he can see you care deeply for him.

It's not like you try to hide your feelings towards him anyways.

He looks into the mirror and his eyes widen in shock.

Atop his head is strands woven from dendrobiums and naku weed, braided into a crown with crystal cores scattered throughout it.

He...

"You look so ethereal, Kuni."

He did.

He looked like the holy being he was supposed to be.

That he is, in your eyes.

"..Thank you, love."

#kuni.writes #kunikuzushi x you #kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche x male reader #scaramouche x gn!reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #i'm so soft for this man #kunikuzushi my beloved #scaramouche my beloved #scaramouche fluff #kunikuzushi fluff

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berry-hwa · 2 years

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i officially stan scara with my whole heart, and i will be one to create the scara protection and love squad (screenshots are NOT mine)

[SPOILERS OF 3.1]

dottore can piss off with that stanky ass of his look at my beautiful boy #livelaughlovescara

#your era is coming to an end #genshin impact #genshin #sumeru #3.1 #scaramouche #balladeer #his lil line SUPPOSEDLY means...yk...the dendro archons end...#i dont post spoilers but man i HAD to #scaramouche my beloved #if he doesnt do the fandango i will still love him.

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cemetery-slvt · 2 months

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bro i’m so normal about wanderer (he is my husband and i feel genuine possessiveness over him)

#⟢ 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 #scaramouche my beloved #i’m so normal about him (has over 500 videos of him saved on tiktok and has read countless fanfiction)

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chillinginvoid · 1 year

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(This is my very first post so please give me some advice on how I can improve!)

You can send me some request too! ^^

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Fluff + Scaramouche

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Bashed open the door you rush to hug your angry husband who was waiting for you despite the fact u told him to eat first.

"Where were u?"

He asked angrily

"I was buying wine, mondstat special wine that cost-"

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"Why did u help Diluc, that damn man cleaned?"

"Ah- he looked very tired so I help him out a bit!"

Shocked as he pushes you down, catching u off guard.

"Kuni....it's been such a long day and I thought u might want a FREE bottle of wine"

"I can buy plenties of wine on my own. Yes a long day it has been but u talking to that period-colored bastard won't help. IF u ARE SOOO TIRED? Why don't u just fking come home?"

He yells with an angry disgusted look and a hint of sadness can even be seen.

.

After a long while of silence, warm tears roll down his cheeks.

"Kuni I'm sorr-"

"Am I not enough?"

Your eyes widen

You didn't mean to upset him

You just want to get him a bottle of wine, a reward, something that can be shared between the both of you

"I know I made you upset but *please* just let me make it up to you..."

You said as you cup his face, wiping his tears away

You begin to hug him, showering praises that he longed to hear.

You guys slept together in your shared bed, he was still sobbing but he is in your arms, the warmth of your comfort made it all better...

#scaramouche hcs #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche my beloved #wanderer #scaramouche #fanfiction #a bit of angst #genshin fluff #genshin scaramouche

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hellscap3 · 9 months

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forcing him to be cute

#hes already cute tho #scara #scaramouche my beloved #scaramouche #fanart #genshin impact #doodle #genshin

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i-was-never-here-ignore-me · 1 year

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Pictures dedicated to my genshin team

#genshinimpact #genshin #ganyu genshin impact #ganyu #wanderer #wanderer genshin #scaramouche genshin #scaramouche #hu tao genshin #hu tao #yelan genshin #yelan #scaramouche my beloved

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bagel-53 · 1 year

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scaramouche is literally beloved

i feel so bad for him too- he doesn't deserve to be treated badly :(

hes a good boy.

#genshin scaramouche #scaramouche is everything #scaramouche my beloved #scaramouche #kunikuzushi

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rczc · 2 years

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me 🤝 scara

mommy issues

#major vent in the tags #but then again his mom isn’t really a narcissist who manipulates everyone around her into thinking she’s the victim #perpetuating a cycle of abuse and trauma that she claims is my fault because i can’t ever be happy or bc i don’t try to ‘get better’#as if i haven’t been forced to be her fucking caretaker my entire life as is the duty of the oldest daughter #to not be a burden #to be helpful and kind and selfless #and god forbid i ever stand up for myself #or have dreams and aspirations of my own #bc that’s selfish #im always selfish i want to keep us in poverty she should just die then that’s what i want isnt it?#everyone else forgives her for physically abusing us why don’t i she was in a tough place she’s changed now #lol #i love my life #any ways #scaramouche my beloved #🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽💗💗💗😭🥺🥺

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cyxnidx · 1 year

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Hi, I’ve liked your works for a while and was wondering if you would write something with Scaramouche and a reader who’s insecure because of her small chest? You can add any other characters if you want. If you’re busy, feel free to ignore, I don’t wanna disturb you.

PERFECTION !!

characters: scaramouche , zhongli

warnings: small chested!reader, fem!bodied, reader is called ‘darling’ & ‘love’ (zhongli)

a/n: ofc!! i dont mind. i had also added zhongli, considering i have a headcanon that they also love those with small chests<3

!! SCARAMOUCHE

is surprised when you bring it up. not in a bad way, but one thing he didn’t expect was an insecurity. let alone, from you. especially with the way you always acted so full of yourself..he felt somewhat deceived by how easily you fooled him, though didn’t think now was the time to try and scold you or act any kind of way. scaramouche being the person he is, and struggling with explaining his emotions, he simply starts poking at them, playfully, but it concerned you, yet it still made you laugh. and that was his goal. to make you laugh. it was his backup plan for everything that went wrong with you. making you laugh, it fulfilled him perfectly and honestly made him a bit more confident now that the mood has been lightened by your cheerful voice. “i dont care..” he sighed, finally being able to look you in the eye without getting the least bit flustered. though, he was slightly struggling to find the right words to finish off his sentence. he’d hate for you to assume that was all he was going to say, but he also wanted to find the right words as to not make it too harsh, or have something sound different than what it is. “..for size.” you couldn’t help but feel a tightening sensation in your throat, preventing you from speaking. in slight retaliation, noticing your emotional distress, scaramouche wrapped his arms around you and sighed. “you’re so..sensitive..about it. if i had that large of a preference you wouldn’t even know i existed.”

!! ZHONGLI

could already tell that you were somewhat insecure of them, yet deemed it insensitive to say anything. but now that you’re complaining about them, he takes it as an opportunity to say his piece. “y’know darling. it is not something to worry about.” he said softly, cupping your cheeks. “why not?” you replied quickly, avoiding eye contact. “well, from what ive been told, those with bigger sizes often get back pains..i’d hate for you to have consistent pains due to something you can’t control.” he explained. you knew you were some kind of lucky because no back pains, but you did wish they were at least a little bigger. though, your avoidance of eye contact only made zhongli want to care for you more. “why’re you so worried about your breasts anyways, my love? it’s not that you can control it.” he asked, now curious. what started such an odd insecurity? why would you wish something upon yourself that you could not control? why wish you had it, yet not bother to think for the pain? he didn’t understand. had you forgotten cause and effect? give and take? all things are given with a price. it made perfect sense to him, but he couldn’t understand it coming from you. understandably, he could never. he’s not in your place. however, why be insecure about them when he’s always showed so much love for it? “it’s just. frowned upon in communities. most men have preferences of that kind..” you said, trailing off out of embarrassment. “well, it’s not frowned upon here. and im certainly not ‘most men’, now am i?” planting a kiss on your forehead, he smiled softly at you as you nodded. “i love you the way you are. please do not hope to change yourself in any way. i developed great feelings for you, not any other. if you aren’t you, i wouldn’t have the same attachment.”

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silaswritesthings · 1 year

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It’s affection, always

Summary: You and Scaramouche have an argument and he tries his best to mend things between you.

Starring: Scaramouche (as a harbinger)

Genre: Romance, angst, fluff

Warnings: proof read ONCE by someone (me) who’s half asleep

Author’s note: I wrote this mainly for myself so I don’t expect much tbh. The title quotes the song ‘affection’ by cigarettes after sex so yes. Likes, reblogs, comments and new followers will always be appreciated!

Word count: 1126

Restless. Scaramouche was restless because he didn’t actually mean to send you on that mission. He was angry for archon’s sake, you know him well enough to not listen to him whenever he’s in such a state. So why did you go?

Scaramouche walked hurriedly on the snow covered ground as he ordered the fatui soldiers he brought with him to find you. Find anything that may lead him back to you. His voice was stern and authoritative. The voice of a level headed leader, he would often say to you, but that was the opposite of how he felt. He felt as if his world was falling apart. Lost. Was he always this lost and did your presence take his mind off of that or were you the sense of stability you always said he needed.

He recalled your argument. How you told him off for a remark that hit too close to home. He recalled how he dismissed you and your feelings but not because he didn’t care. He was scared. Scared that anything he would say and do after that would hurt you but you didn’t allow him to make you leave. You stood your ground and as much as it warmed his heart that you would stick with him even at his worst, he hated how you allowed his words to get to you to the extent of endangering yourself.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. This was all stupid. You’re stupid for doing this. He’s stupid for looking for you. He’s stupid for hurting you. He caused all this and now he would pay for his transgressions. He’d pushed you over the edge and-

“Lord Scaramouche.” One of his subordinates said with caution. The aura around the harbinger had changed and they feared if they made the wrong move, it was more than enough to snuff out what little mortality they possessed.

“Did you find them?” Scaramouche pressed.

“N-no sir but we found out from bystanders that they were never here to begin with.” The subordinate explained, hands clenched together due to the cold Snezhnayan air.

The gaping hole in Scaramouche’s chest numbed at this information. Did you… pretend to go? Out of anger? Any other day Scaramouche would be ready to wring the blood out of your veins but today he was on the verge of tears of relief.

“Let us not waste another second here.” He said, his voice bellowing above the sound of blowing snow. “Let us return to the palace and keep a look out for them just in case.” And with that they returned to the Z palace.

As soon as they arrived, Scaramouche made his way to your chambers. This was dangerous, to say the least, because what would the other harbingers say about him going through so much effort to ensure your safety? He didn’t care, at least not right now. Right now all that mattered was you, him apologizing to you so you may allow himself to get lost within the warmth of your embrace as he did previous nights.

He reached the door of your room and before he knocked he stopped his hand right before his knuckles tapped your door. What would he even say? Would you want to see him now? Is he being clingy? Desperate? What if-

“Scaramouche?” He heard your voice from behind him and turned around. The sight of you left him breathless. You always did.

Scaramouche reached for your hands, you didn’t push him away and he took this as a good sign. He held your hands against his chest before speaking, his voice soft. “I’m sorry.” He looked completely miserable. As if he expected you to order him to be beheaded but he found that fate more bearable than the thought of you never speaking to him again. “I’m so very sorry.” He said quietly, his eyes on yours.

Your heart broke at the sight of this powerful man wishing for nothing but your forgiveness. “It’s fine you don't have to-“ You cut yourself off with a gasp when Scaramouche knelt to the ground before you. His eyes never left yours, not even for a single moment. It was as if he wanted to bare his soul to you and he did. He did and would allow you to do whatever you wanted with it.

“I neither deserve your remorse nor your love and my actions today have proven that.” He tightened the grip on your hands and pulled them closer to his chest. “But I…” He clenched his jaw. This was much harder than he had initially thought it would be. He was a harbinger for heaven’s sake. Baring his feelings to you, no matter how much he wanted to do it, was a vulnerable action he wasn’t ready to do. He hated how weak he was. How could he fail to do something so simple? He loved you so much but maybe it wasn’t enough.

You knelt before him and freed one of your hands from his grip to cup his cheek. He leaned into the touch. “I forgive you.”

“But-“

“Stop doing this to yourself.” You said with furrowed eyes. He remained silent. Content with his compliance, you stood with him in tow before heading into your room. Only the Archons know what kind of a disaster would be caused at the sight of the 6th fatui harbinger kneeling before someone who wasn’t his god.

Once you entered your chambers, you turned to him with a smile. “Would you humour me with another game of chess, my liege?”

He scoffed at the nickname. It definitely wasn’t one of his favourites, but he wouldn’t dare complain. Not that he minded much. “Are you going to cheat again?”

You clicked your tongue. “I won fair and square last time. Between the two of us, the manipulative harbinger is more likely to cheat.”

He let out a sarcastic ‘of course’ as he walked to your chest of drawers to pull out the chess board, chess pieces but he didn’t find the hourglasses among them. Weird. He went on to search your other drawers.

“Scaramouche.” You said from where you now sat on your bed. He hummed. “You do know I love you, right?”

He paused at your words. Coincidentally, he had just opened the drawer with the hourglasses inside of it. He took them along with everything else needed for your game of chess and joined you on your bed while setting the board up. You hummed an unfamiliar tune while he set up the game. He offered to let you start first and you did.

In the middle of the game, Scaramouche called your name softly. You looked up from the chess board.

“I love you too.”

#silaswritesthings #silas #genshin impact #genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin wanderer #anemo supremacy #please don’t flop #angst with a happy ending #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche my beloved #scaramouche #scaramouche angst #scaramouche fluff #angst to fluff

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chilumitos · 1 year

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ᨦ ׅ ֺ ✭ my little meow meow fr ׅ ֺ 🐾 ʾʾ ׅ 𖦩

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inazuman-vagrant · 1 year

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Kunikuzushi wasn't meant to feel. Nor was he meant to need. Nor want. Kunikuzushi was a puppet. Puppet on a string. His only requirement was for someone to hold the strings. He never wanted. He never needed. He didn't feel. He wasn't supposed to feel. And yet... Why whenever they were here, he felt something? Why did Kunikuzushi want them to hold his strings? Tug at them and do as they pleased with him. A puppet didn't require much. Nor did a puppet ever need anything. No affection. No want for attention. No need for anything. But then why. Why with them does he feel the need to be open? To tears open his chest and give them his bleeding heart. A heart that doesn't even exist. Puppets don't need hearts. Nor do they need lungs. And yet Kunikuzushi couldn't bring himself to breathe whenever he saw them. He shouldn't...

He didn't feel.

He didn't want.

He didn't need.

But he wanted them. No.

He needed them.

To hold his strings.

To guide his frail puppet vessel throughout this decrepit moral realm.

One full of emotions he didn't wish to feel.

Sensations he never wished to experience.

One that made Kunikuzushi start to doubt his existence.

His existence as a soulless puppet.

...How could he be soulless when he feels so much for them?