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yayaya-l · 1 year

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[ HUMAN ] SCARAMOUCHE.

“why do you want a heart so badly?” you ask scaramouche one night, tucked under the covers as he points you with a sharp glare. it’s a painful reminder, he thinks—that there’s only an empty crevice in his chest, a lonely void that has no real home.

“a heart is what makes a human,” he grunts, as though it’s obvious. you only offer him a kind smile—one he thinks he doesn’t deserve. there are far too many sins that he knows he has the price to pay, far too many sins he hasn’t yet atoned for. so many, that he figures a blessing like you should really be a curse in disguise.

but there’s something about the way your touch lights his skin up, the way it sends pinpricks along his body, the way it makes a slight ghost of a clench settle itself deep within his chest.

“but you don’t really need a heart,” you hum, tracing the soft curve of his cheek, “you don’t need a heart to still be human.”

“then what makes a human?” he scoffs. there’s no need for you to answer, he thinks bitterly. he knows that the beating of a heart, the steady rising and falling of a chest, the sporadic skip of its beat is what makes a human. and he’s a puppet, he reminds himself—one with no heart and no blood in his veins that bleeds with the flow of time.

“i don’t really know,” you shrug, shuffling closer, pulling him flush against your chest. he can feel your heart beating under his cheek, focusing on the soft, rhythmic pounding that he craves so desperately.

what is it really about a heart that makes a human? perhaps it’s the fragileness behind mortality, the unpredictable line that hides itself between life and death. scaramouche hates that there’s never a real answer. it’s a truth he’s wandered every corner of the world for—and it’s a truth hidden and tucked behind the corners of your small home, the truth he hasn’t noticed yet even as it lingers right beneath his fingertips.

to be human is to love, to cry and laugh and whisper between gusts of wind, to feel the air kiss your skin and the blades of grass graze the bare soles of your feet. to be human is to watch the summer sun turn into a winter night, to watch the cherry blossoms of spring turn into the leaves that cover the ground in autumn. to be human is to watch the colors of the sky bleed into the water, to watch the small ripples as your toes dip beneath the surface. to be human is to dance in the rain, to chase dreams and sometimes lose them too, to bear yourself with every imperfection and hope it’s enough—even when sometimes it’s not.

that’s what you want to say.

but instead, you gather him in your arms, brushing the strands of hair away from the center of his forehead before pressing a chaste kiss to the skin. he’s warm under your lips, and he’s warm in your hold—and you think, for just a small moment, that scaramouche might be the most human thing about this world.

“maybe being human is simply living,” you mumble, “sometimes you wake up and eat pancakes, and sometimes you pick peaches in the forest, and sometimes you get caught in the rain.” he’s silent as you speak, and you’re not sure if you’ve convinced him, but you know you can try. “but the most human thing you can do,” you pause to meet his eyes, watching the slight glisten of his orbs—the oh so human gloss of tears as you say, “is to fall in love.”

“have you ever been in love?” he asks after a moment, making you chuckle. if only you knew, you wish to say, as if the kisses across his forehead don’t speak for you, as if your hand squeezing his and your eyes softening as they meet his gaze don’t tell enough, as if the delicate touch of your fingertips doesn’t say all he needs to know.

but you only grin with a slow nod of your head as you peck his nose. “yes,” you tell him, “i’m in love right now.”

“and what does it feel like?”

“like i’m human,” you grab his hand as you answer.

“then…” he pauses, and then it hits him.

it hits him hard, like the impact of falling from heaven down to earth, like the impact of falling from divinity as he once had—returning to where he belongs. back to humanity.

maybe being human isn’t about the heart in your chest, he realizes—maybe being human is living freely, even when something as fragile as a heart can rip away life so easily. maybe being human is choosing to be strong even when you know you’re weak. maybe being human is looking at someone and realizing you’d give up a thousand lives just to live this one by their side.

so he shakes his head and chuckles quietly, and it comes out as a wavering breath as he thinks how amusing it is that the answer has been here for so long—and yet, he’s only just realized it.

he closes his eyes, feeling your soft breaths kiss his skin as he mumbles, “...then i think i’m in love too.”

he makes me so sad i cry

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yayaya-l · 1 year

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I trust you with this (Scaramouche NSFW)

Tihs is a little something i wrote like months ago at 2a.m and i can't believe i had totally forgotten it in y drafts... So, huh, the writing isn't the best but i think the idea have potential.

Pairing : Scaramouche x reader Tags : NSFW, smut, scara has a pussy at some point, being able to change your body parts, mention of Dottore, overall it's some cute smut, scara and reader are soooo in love

What if Scaramouche was able to change his body parts and never told you ?

You learned about that on a casual day. It was before you two even moved on, sharing a same room. At that time, you and Scaramouche were just hanging out on some days of the week, your relationship was young, and you had a lot to discover about one another.

Then, on that day, he wanted to take care of you because well, it was that time of the month, and you were not in the mood for a walk or whatever.

He seemed to know a lot already, what to do or not, he was careful, and he got it figured out you needed something hot on your stomach. Not only he knew you needed something hot, but he also knew what area exactly to put it on.

Honestly, you were even wondering if he hadn't lied about you being his first girlfriend.

As you start questioning him innocently, you learn that he can actually do just that, changing his body part.

He can, because, as he said himself, "you know how I was created by a god ? A female god."

With all the words he didn't say, you understood it all.

However, you've already had sex with him, naturally, as he is your boyfriend, and you know he has male body parts. So, how ?

He then proceeds to explain that, when he met Dottore that unsealed his power, he noticed after a few experiments that he was able to change form. Thus, he changed that part so that it would match his gender.

Upon hearing that, you questioned yourself, did he ever got laid while having a pussy ?

You even got that bold, you asked him. But you're his first in most things in terms of romance, so of course not.

He never thought about it too, looking at you with his head on the side, probably asking himself if you were just, that, stupid.

After that, the idea burns your mind to the point where sinful pictures blur your vision.

However, you can't decide to ask him about your fantasies, waiting for the right moment.

But eventually, you grew frustrated, you still had sex, it was still good, you just wanted to try out new things.

After a moment, you finally brace yourself to ask him.

He refuses at first, of course. What made you think someone as grumpy as him would agree to such things ? You even start to forget about that, you asked, and he refused, time to move on. You are just like this.

What you had no idea about was that you kinda implanted the idea in his brain and that started messing up with him. That is, until he wasn't thinking straight anymore at some point, he got brain fever upon thinking of you messing with him, about how that would actually feel, how much it would be different.

And finally, finally, his last buttons were pressed when you both had sex and all the time he was pounding into you, he was thinking of how it would feel to be in your place.

How you would look on top of him.

And you seemed to enjoy everything so much, tears building in your eyes, cute moans growing louder, until you came.

And then, the worst part to him : he pampered you, like he always does, but this time, asking himself what he would enjoy as aftercare, would you take care of him too ?

For one too many times in his life, he wants to be taken care of, he wants to be weak, and precious, he wants your place.

Now he wonders, how do you ask about something like that ?

He knows he's safe with you just as much as you are with him, but he can't bring himself to ask.

Until you wake up on this particular night and start telling him that he's yours, you’re not sure exactly why, but it does the trick.

Upon hearing that, he kisses you passionately. He feels himself losing control, maybe it's just that this time he doesn't try to resist.

He's weak in your presence, your words, your smell, your arms around his neck. Everything is too much.

And as he gives up all his thoughts to you, surprise is written all over your face, his shame is long gone even if he still blush a little under your gaze.

Of course, it makes you instantly wet again. With a few more kisses, going deeper, you ask him if this is really ok, when he confirms, you both lose self-control as you straddle his lap, licking his lips in anticipation.

As he tells you he changed his body part, you start kissing his neck, trying not to go too fast for him.

Gripping his own shirt, taking it off, silently asking you to go faster, you push him back down on the mattress, now it's your time to take the lead.

You kiss him, gliding your tongue along his, ripping soft moans from both of you, your hands grip his shorts, sliding it off his hips.

"Scara, you ok?"

"Don't drag this longer than it should."

Your eyes look down on him, and he refrains a moan of anticipation, sealing his lips together.

"Babe, it's still your first time, let's figure out what brings you pleasure."

Oh gosh, the way his eyes are shining, his cheeks rosy. Like that, under you, he looks so delicate. His pale skin tinted red with shyness, his already trembling body, the way his belly contracts just because your hands caresses it. He seems even more sensitive, and that's a cute sight to see.

You just want to take your time as much as you can.

You then lower yourself between his thighs and start to palm at the skin here. His breath itches when you venture yourself to blow cool air to his core.

"You're so wet, dear."

He tells you to shut up before he changes his mind, although, at this point, you know he's not going to.

Not after your point finger slides slowly between his wet folds and the scream of surprise he lets out.

"Someone seems to appreciate that."

"Just warn me, for fuck's sake."

"Alright, I'm warning you, I'm going to touch you… a lot, be ready."

He tries to mock you, but you cut that short by sliding your finger again, pressing a little harder this time. You feel him trembling, putting a hand on his mouth, but it's still not enough to suppress his loud moan.

With your free hand, you take his, lacing your fingers together so that you have access to kiss his lips.

At the same time, you rock your finger back another time, this time pressing against his clit. That has him moaning into your mouth even more than before, to the point that he breaks the kiss to scream out loud.

"Oh gosh, what the hell, this is so good, do it again."

You chuckle at his reaction, knowing full well that this is not even close to the max you could do to pleasure him.

" Say please."

"How dare you ?!"

He's offended but in such a cute way, his lips are pressed thin, his eyes glowing bright and pout visible on his face.

After a good minute of nothing happening he gives up, of course he does, he knows he lost this battle ages ago.

"Please, do it again. I'll be good."

That was enough for you too, you were so wet, you're sure you're dripping in your underwear.

"How can I say no to such a pretty sight?" You only have time to see him frown before you start to draw circles around the bundle of nerves and the boy starts to chant sinful music. Nothing can stop him, his pride seems long gone and truthfully, you understand why.

You know just how good it feels being touched like this, especially since it's his first time.

Just a few more minutes, and you know you have to stop, despite not wanting to. Judging by his mouth hanging open, an offended look in his eyes, he is clearly upset you stopped. In hope of calming him down, you caress his body, kissing his jaw and biting his neck.

" 'm sorry baby, I have many more things to show you, that's why I can't have you cumming this fast."

His hips hang in the air searching for contact while his pretty eyes shine bright with want and plead.

"Please, please mm- I've been good, please…"

The begging doesn't stop, and actually if you knew it would have reduced him to this, you would have insisted much more. This is divine, the power, and control that you seem to have right now, as you are towering him and he begs desperately. He realizes just how much better it is than how it was in his head.

"Hey, I know, you're so, so good sweetheart, let's continue ok ?"

"Please please make me cum, promise I'll be good"

A kiss to his forehead, then you slide your hand again, prodding your digit against his hole.

His shocked little face is back, but he doesn't move. Don't dare to make a movement in fear you would deny him again.

You slowly enter his walls, watching his expression closely. He doesn't really move, so you ask him how it is, not wanting to hurt him.

"It's ok, huh, it just feels weird… but it doesn't hurt."

Then he waits.

You kiss his lips and move your finger.

After a few slides you put your thumb against his clit creating a combined friction. This time, he gasps and hooks his arms behind your neck, holding your hair tight between his palms.

"Mm- ha, this is good, ng"

You nod and kiss him again, drinking most of his whines. You wonder about adding another finger, but you fear that it will be too much.

Soon enough, you realize that you don't have time for that anymore as he yanks your head away from his lips to tell you that he's going to cum.

And he does little second later, you feel his whole body trembling, his walls squeezing your finger out of him and the face of total ecstasy that he puts on. All his masks are down, his hips jolting against yours as you ride him through his orgasm, tears welling up in his eyes.

After a few seconds, you finally let go, kissing his pretty eyes, now closed.

You chuckle against his skin, before you finally get up to take a cloth to clean him up.

He whines a little when he feels you getting up, but you soon return to your shared bedroom. He hasn't moved at all, he looks so damn cute ruined like that, you can't refrain a smile creeping up on your lips. Not that he can see it anyway, or you're sure he would throw something at you.

You clean him off, put new clothes on him, and wrap him under the blanket before settling down next to him. This time, he moves despite how tired he seems to be, just so that he is placed in your arms, his head in your neck breathing in your scent, deeply, multiple times.

In his head you smell so damn good, you feel like home, his heart is so warm, and he feels so safe that he wonders why he waited this long before succumbing.

Now if he wasn't tired like that he would start over immediately, and I can

guarantee you that once he recovers he's going to bother you to do it again and again and again, he won't be satisfied until he tries everything out.

The new sensations that filled him up were so precious that he wants to be yours forever, I guess that's why he started crying against you, overwhelmed by all those feelings. Guess you were in for a long night, but you seem happy with it.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin smut #scaramouche #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #sub scaramouche

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yayaya-l · 1 year

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✤ 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐜: 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤

mild(?) spoilers for 3.2 archon quest (but probably everyone knows it by now let's be honest)

written pre-3.3

author drivel. what's up, i've got covid and a head full of cotton and I'm making it your problem too, so here's some unsolicited 'fluffy' scaramouche word vomit. as such, please excuse any egregious spelling/grammar mistakes or consistency errors because lord knows i'm gonna fuck something up with my negative braincells rn.

sorry about the lack of consistency with scaramouche's name. there are so many bloody things you can call that lil piece of shit

synopsis. under kusanali's order, you're in charge of scaramouche's domestication. for now, you've fallen sick with a tenacious cold, and as part of his 'training', scaramouche has to look after you.

contents. y/n has a cold (and the shivers), scaramouche being scaramouche, slight crack, fluff, and scaramouche screaming.

w.c. 2.2k

You let out a prolonged, melodramatic groan. Colds suck. You were piled under blanket after blanket, nestled in amongst a halo of pillows, banished to your quarters near the Sanctuary of Surasthana. Despite being half buried alive, you were still trying your best not to shiver. Your fever has rotated to its chills period, and nothing was helping.

You sigh. The low-lit room and radio silence weren't helping your awful feeling. Curse human fragility and its ability to fall victim to microscopic beings not even really considered "alive".

"Augh, I feel like shit..."

The door slams open. "You look like shit." In walks Scaramouche—the man of many names—with a tray of food in hand and blankets strung over his slender shoulders like an oversized, pompous collar. Same as ever, he speaks with a sharp tongue. It's not so much sarcasm aimed at you rather than it simply being the puppet's nature.

"Yeah, thanks Bowlcut." You cough back in reply.

"How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?" He huffs, gently setting down the tray on a small table next to you, contrary to his grouchy demeanour. Next, he sheds himself of the blankets, sticking them at the foot of your bed.

"As many times as I've told you to not announce your arrival with 'n insult aimed a' me." You grunt out, voice stuffy and croaky from your sinuses feeling like they're about to blow up. "Try your opening line again, Bowlcut."

With a dramatic roll of his eyes, he belligerently changes his greeting. "I brought your food." He dramatically gestures to the table beside you, sarcastically showing off the dishes with the added pizzazz of some jazz hands.

"Much better." You pathetically sit up, cascades of green blankets falling off your form. The movement makes your wonky head spin slightly.

"If you don't hurry up and eat it, I'm gonna eat it myself." He pulls a chair up from behind him and sticks himself down on it, leaning back with one leg crossed on top of the other. "It smells good." He looks between you and the food expectantly.

"I'd love to be able to smell it, but unfortunately it feels like a slime's taken refuge in my sinuses right now." You shuffle over to the edge of the bed to get closer, still wrapped in a thick, fluffy blanket. You shudder at the loss of warmth. "Thanks for bringing my food, Scaramouche."

To your surprise, you're met with silence from him. Normally he has some sort of surly quip to fire back at anything you say, but not this time it seems. "...What're you gawking at?" He notices your blatant staring.

"You feeling alright? You're unusually quiet."

"I should be the one asking you that question." His half-assed sarcastic tone betrays his actual message with that line. He stares at some point on the floor in front of him, unable to meet your gaze. "I-it's— um... just..."

"Just what?" You blink, tilting your head slightly.

"Can you not call me that?" His voice is much quieter than normal. He sounds almost... defeated. A very uncharacteristic tone for someone who refuses to accept defeat (despite it being the only thing he's been faced with in recent times).

"You mean Sca—"

"Did you not hear what I just said?" He quickly cuts you off.

"Ah, sorry." You look down at the same spot on the floor for a moment. "What would you like to be called then?"

He doesn't answer, still looking downcast.

"I think I've heard you use Wanderer once. I could call you that."

"What? Don't call me that. I just said that because I couldn't think of anything to say to some rando, like... one time!" His expression is right back to his usual self: a look of confused contempt.

"What about your other name, Kunikuzushi? I could also call you a shortened version, like... Niku?"

"Do not call me that. Niku means 'meat'. Of all things, you picked out that?" He throws his arms up in response. "Kunikuzushi or whatever works, I guess... Just don't call me Scaramouche. Or Bowlcut. OR NIKU." Upon the final word, he crosses his arms over himself like a child having a tantrum. "Now eat your food or I'm gonna take the halva for myself and feed you the... other thing... myself."

"Alright, alright." You turn to look down at the food. As you've had with your past meals, there was a dessert side of Halvamazd, made specially by Nahida for you, but curiously, the main dish itself was different than the usual Sumeran cuisine. It looks like some sort of Inazuman dish that you're not sure you've ever seen before. You stare at it curiously, and he notices.

"What, do you not like it?" Kunikuzushi frowns, staring intently at your face. His voice is unexpectedly intense.

"Oh, nothing like that, I just wasn't expecting an Inazuman dinner today." You wave your hands around slightly beneath the blanket.

"I-if you wanna blame anyone, blame the Radish," he says, sitting back, crossing his arms again. "It was her idea..." He trails off suspiciously, looking off to the side.

With that reaction? "Yeah right."

"It was!" He exclaims defensively. "Gods, are you sure you're sick? You're still as annoying as ever."

"Either way, it looks really good. What is it?"

At your words, Kunikuzushi calms down with a sigh. "It's my take on chazuke. Rice with some tea poured on top, plus some toppings. I made it, so of course it's going to be delicious." He declares confidently, puffing his flat chest.

"You made it for me?"

He stops in his tracks, lavender eyes going wide once he realizes he just blew his nonexistent cover. He sputters out some unintelligible nonsense before ultimately slumping down and crossing his arms grumpily for the third time. "Yes. Yes, I did. There, are you happy? I made it for you and it was my idea."

"Thank you very much, Ku. It looks delicious." You smile warmly at him. He looks at you with wide eyes, expression almost unreadable. His mouth parts, maybe to say something in response, but nothing comes out.

You unsheathe your hands from the blanket and begin to eat the dish. While your senses of smell and taste have been dampened by the cold, you can still taste the softly bitter and sweet flavours of the dish dancing over your tongue. It's the perfect temperature, to boot. Hot, but still cool enough to not burn your already shredded throat. Because your appetite isn't quite what it normally is, the light dish hits just right. The whole time, Kunikuzushi carefully—almost nervously—watches you wolf down the dish.

Once you finish it, you place the bowl and utensils back on the tray. "That was so good. Exactly what I needed." You wrap the blanket back around yourself, pulling it tighter to try and preserve your limited warmth. "You'll have to make it for me again when I'm better so I can really appreciate the taste."

"...Sure." He says shortly. His response isn't curt like normal, but just... awkward. You sit there awkwardly as well, trying to gather up all your layers of blankets again to reassemble your blanket cocoon. You're putting in a bit too much effort to try and not shiver. Kunikuzushi watches you for a minute, and then wordlessly moves to pick up the extra blankets he brought from the end of the bed.

"Oh, than—" Instead of simply handing them to you like you thought he would, he layers you in them, wrapping them around you himself. He kneels on the bed, torso close to your head. As he piles on blanket after blanket, his hands brush all over your shoulders. He's so close that you can feel a faint warmth radiating off him. An idea cha cha slides into your head.

"You look all... not even pathetic, just sad when you're sick and cold."

You've been around the grumpy puppet long enough to know that what he's really saying is that he doesn't like seeing you look miserable. Once you're suitably wrapped, he places one final blanket on top, draping it over the top of your head like a hooded cloak or veil. He takes a step back to examine his blanket-wrapping handiwork. Suitably happy with it, he decides to return back to his chair. But before he can get too far, you manage to grab his slender wrist, earning a shocked sputter from him.

"The blankets aren't enough. I'm still cold."

"What?! What else could you possibly need to—"

"You can't get sick, right?"

"No, not from colds or viruses or whatever, hence why I'm he—wait, what're yo—" Kunikuzushi squints at you suspiciously, aware of sinister things lingering in the air.

"You're warm. Be my heater for a bit."

"H-has your fever turned you delusional?!"

"Probably." You try to suppress a shiver unsuccessfully. "But c'mon, you said that you wouldn't get sick. Please?" You look at him expectantly,

Kunikuzushi looks at you with all sorts of conflicting feelings flitting across his twitching, reddening face, bubbling up until he finally concedes with a massive sigh. "F-fine." He puffs, eyes completely avoiding your gaze. He's too embarrassed to look anywhere near you. "At least let me do something first..." He sits on the edge of the bed and sheds his loose-sitting kimono and robes, leaving them folded neatly on the edge. Now he's in just that semi-transparent undershirt and regular shorts.

You stare at him with slightly raised eyebrows.

"What? I don't wanna overheat." He frowns, turning away from your gaze slightly. "If you're really going to... c-cling to me or whatever, lose at least two of the blankets."

"But 'm cold."

"That's your brain gaslighting you into thinking you're cold. Your 'shivers' will dissipate once I'm under there with you. If you overheat, your brain will become even more fried, and then you'll be completely useless."

Now it's your turn to let out a massive sigh with a reluctant "Fiiiiine." The outer two layers of your blanket cocoon come off, discarded to the floor next to you. You shuffle back to your original position, lying under the covers, wrapped in blankets. Kunikuzushi shuffles up next to you, hesitates for a second and then pulls the new outer blanket up a little to sit it just on top of your head. That was the second time he did that.

"What's the point of that?"

"What?"

"Move the blanket on top of my head?"

"...Um. I... do it sometimes. I like the feeling of it. I don't know, I thought you might—"

Instead, you cut him off by reaching out and putting part of the blanket on top of his head as well. He immediately goes quiet with wide eyes.

"Come on heater, get under the blankets. You talk a lot."

He makes a miffed grunt and shuffles under the covers, finding his way through all the blankets until he was right against you. You rotate your body to face him for optimal surface area coverage and close your eyes with a content exhale.

The two of you remain like this for a while, you lying next to the slightly stiff but warm Kunikuzushi. He doesn't move much and is completely silent aside from the very faint sound of his gentle breath. (does he breathe? idk lol) He must have fallen asleep at some point, because he seems to loosen up a little. You smile faintly at the thought, but it's quickly wiped from your face and replaced with a confused frown because he turns to face you and places his chin on top of your head. You can feel his soft breath on top of your head. Your eyes are as wide as saucers, staring right at the view in front of you—his neck. But oh, he's not done. Next, he pulls you slightly closer to him and then takes your hand in his own and gently laces your fingers with his. Your heart is going to beat out of your chest.

Next, he begins to mutter to himself. There's absolutely no way he's asleep—he must think you're asleep.

"Damnit... Fuck you, (Y/N)..."

You have to try SO hard to remain silent and not get offended and hit him with 'Bowlcut', but the dizzying polarity between his actions and his words is enough to keep you silent for now.

"Making me feel all this shit... Not even the Radish really knows what these feelings are."

You blink, eyes wide. You feel a cough coming on. This is not good. Your cover's gonna be blown.

"You're gonna be the end of me. Toying with my already shattered heart like I'm your plaything... Your smile, now calling me Ku... all these promises and things you do... I want to hate you, but I can't."

You can't hold it in anymore. You quickly push off his chest and jerk your head in the opposite direction so you don't have a coughing fit right on his chest. When you finally finish and turn back around, you're faced with a red-faced Kunikuzushi, looking absolutely mortified.

"YOU WERE AWAKE THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME?!"

You bit your lips together awkwardly.

"AND YOU HEARD IT ALL?!"

You cough again. "Yep."

Instead of having a response that could somehow qualify as normal, his stare simply goes blank for a second until he proceeds to konk out, eyes closing and head flopping down onto the pillow.

He short-circuited.

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[part 1] [part 2] part 3:

Dear Master Kaeya,

Dawn Winery requests the presence of the Cavalry Captain tomorrow evening. An important discussion will be held over dinner, and your family is invited to partake in the meal alongside you.

Regards,

Adelinde and D

P.S. Feel free to dress comfortably. No need for formalities.

The moment Adelinde sent that letter, Diluc began to clean the mansion like a maniac. She’s never seen anything quite like it. It’s not that Master Diluc has been an unclean young man, but the fervor with which he cleans has never reached anywhere near the fever pitch it lingers at now.

“Adelinde,” Diluc calls across the room. “What should we do about the vase?”

“The vase? Is something the matter with it?” Stretching to replace a book on the shelf, Adelinde scrunches her eyebrows with the exertion. Diluc runs up behind her, reaching to slot the book in place for her.

When did he grow so big and responsible? She knows it’s been a while - this was not an overnight transformation. Once in a while, though, she’s struck with the realization all over again.

Afficher davantage

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My ideal daily schedule? 4 hours of light activity followed by 20 hours of lounging, sleeping, and snuggling in the biggest bed imaginable

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i like music where the guitar sounds like it's having a mental health episode

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yayaya-l · 2 years

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Think I need some comforting hc since I just got my driver's license exam

#currently waiting for result #amy sharing thoughts #i might have an anciety attack before i got the result #im stressed tf out

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yayaya-l · 2 years

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WARNINGS : talks about anxiety, crying, and includes romantic relationship with Kazuha Also, i may have written this on a day when i was really anxious and thinking of my comfort character.

Your eyes flew to the door as it opens for the first time this morning. Your body not moving that much, only your gaze tearing apart from the stray light of the morning filtering through your curtains.

The face of your boyfriend, Kazuha, revealed itself as he closes the door behind him.

“Morning babe, feeling ok ?”

His voice is soft, and you really try to gather the courage to answer his question, but you feel anxiety sealing your lips together. You feel stupid just staring at him, all in the dark, feeling bad as hell.

Move! You try to command your body as everything feels heavy.

As the boy takes a few steps forward, he realizes quickly that you are running on low battery today. It’s not the first time it happens, and you guys had long talks about your mental state, so he learned to recognize when you are not feeling good.

“I made you some tea if you want.” He doesn’t wait for a specific answer, but takes a few more steps. Actually, he knows that sometimes you want to stay alone, so he doesn’t want to force anything on you. You know it, your brain spinning around the idea of ‘how did i get so lucky to have a man like this’.

After a few time trying to know what you want, Kazuha come close to you and takes you in his arms. You only nudge your head further into his collarbone. He smells good, always have been. It reassures you and warm you up.

“m’ good.”

“mmh, I know”.

There’s nothing to say. He waits patiently for your next move. If you want to speak, you know he’ll listen, if you don’t, you know he won’t force you.

“I had a nightmare, kazu.”

Your voice is a lot softer than you expected it to be.

“You're back here now. I got you.”

Both of you know that a dream, even realistic, will end eventually, but the reassurance he’s giving is still helping you.

After what seems an eternity to you, you manage to get out of bed, Kazuha brings you tea, your comfort drink. It warms you inside while Kazuha arms warm you outside, caging you against his chest, his hands tangled in your hair.

Now you feel softer, which brings tears to your eyes. Honestly, it pains him to see you like that, but crying can get things out, so he let you go on.

When you got calmer after a few hours, you guys talk a little, you're tired as hell of course, just breathing seemed like a lot of effort, but now that you are not crying anymore, your voice is back.

You try to explain what happened, and he listens carefully. The worst part during those days is that you feel totally caged by anxiety, a slave to your emotions, and he feels useless, watching you crumble.

The fact is that he isn’t useless at all, you know he is there, always calm, listening to you, dedicating his day to what you want or not. That is enough to reassure you. On the other way, you feel high culpability for being like this. He will reassure you that he knows it’s not your fault. He is even praising you for being this strong, he is truly amazed by how you handle so many things on your own.

In the end, even if you feel like you don’t deserve him, he’ll make sure you have everything, he’ll try his best to show you that you are loved deeply.

Kazuha just knows how it feels to lose someone that you love if you are not careful, as a result, he always tries his best because there’s also a part of him that want to avoid the mistakes of the past. You don’t blame him, you love him too, and you’ll stand for him when he needs it.

NOTE : Thanks for reading this, i'm sorry that i didn't put a title on it. Honestly, i just found it in my notes, and i don't even remember writing it, i seriously had to read it 4 times before figuring out i actually did wrote it. Also, i do have anxiety and sometimes it's taking up all i have to live, every part of my brain and body. I thought this could comfort someone if they're not feeling well. It's not that good but i still wanted to share.

#genshin hcs #genshin impact #genshin x reader #kaedahara kazuha #kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #kazuha x gender neutral reader #genshin fluff

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