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silence

[ wanderer!scaramouche x okami!reader ]

summary: completely lost after his defeat in becoming a god, he searches not only for a new purpose but also for a certain someone who brought him comfort greater than his own kin would.

notes: aka scara is a baby and comes crying to you because he's a sore loser /jk | m.list

words: 2933 | warnings: it's scaramouche /jk there's nothing bad here just comfort and shit, also the pacing is kinda shitty cause i wrote this at work lmao

you have always loved the silence.

the eerie silence that enveloped a battlefield after a fight, where one side mourns for the dead and the other celebrates their victory far away. the tranquil noises of nature in the forest, your abode—if you focus enough, you can hear the white noise of the wind rushing above the sky, the flight of birds, the footsteps of every animal within your vicinity, and the gushing waterfall hitting the surface below. the muted thoughts of people, all with voices to scream yet defiance against authority means death, so they choose to silence their cries for help. the stillness of the night, where you can faintly hear the howls of your kin from afar, reminding you of past battles won and lost.

but somewhere in the distant memory of your past, you miss the complaints of a certain boy whose voice never seemed to shut the hell up.

your words, not mine.

he used to be so loud, crying even whilst he slept. whining and complaining about how you imprisoned him in this otherworldly forest of yours, yet he shuts his mouth after being reminded of his reality of being a casualty to those he comes across.

a puppet gone mad, out of its master's control, strings tangled.

"you're not here to be tamed, brat."

"then why are you keeping me here?" kunikuzushi glares at you from the other side of the stone table, a hand gripping the knife you casually gave him so he could practice on his own.

you always seemed to be his dummy target though. not that he could hurt you in the slightest, the gap between your capabilities is that of the height you need to reach celestia. it's quite an exaggeration, but far from a lie.

"so you don't go around accidentally causing more unintentional problems. learn how to use your brain or something, you have one for a reason," was always your answer to his repeated question, laughing at the way his face contorted to apprehension. "i don't have the patience to shape you into whatever humane person or puppet your creator wants you to be. so i'm doing you a favor by letting you be whatever the fuck you want to be. kill whoever you want, destroy whatever you want, go pour your anger as much as you want. it matters little to me."

"doesn't that contradict your past obligation as inazuma's former defender?"

"exactly what the title says," you shrug your shoulders, throwing your hands up without energy, "that is in the past. inazuma's concerns do not matter to me now that my god is gone."

placing your chin on your palm, you send him a knowing smirk, a sight he realizes that he does not like, "you can destroy this nation all you want and i wouldn't mind one bit. it would be interesting to see you as a god and not just a little brat."

he would always grow silent after the nth time you had this conversation, pondering, imagining the imagery of what you just said. it's almost as if he's in a trance.

the silence of someone having an inner conflict in more ways than one, is something that you would say is better than the silence when someone is mourning.

because this kind of silence is always followed by chaos.

"oh? where do you think you're going, little doll?"

"stop calling me that," he hissed, turning his head to glare at you.

for some reason, the change in his personality these past few months was refreshing, so unlike the whiny little brat who used to cower away from you. the same brat who's always frustrated at himself.

but at the same time, it's such a shame that he didn't change his ways. still reckless and careless.

this recklessness will kill him someday, you thought.

"well, answer the question."

he falters, taking a few steps away from you when you tilt your head, urging—demanding for his answer. he still couldn't look you straight in the eyes when you become like this—when your voice goes a little deep, eyes staring him down and the authority in the way you poised yourself.

"to the fatui. i'm not going to let myself rot in here."

"you're a puppet, you're not supposed to rot."

he scoffs at the comment, vile irritation building up his throat at the way you remained unbothered, almost uncaring, indifferent and as if this means little to you. you act more like a puppet than he does, he realizes.

he hates that about you.

it's ironic. he's the same way, more venomous through his words—but with you, it's like talking to a stone cold wall.

"i'm leaving to snezhnaya."

"hm," you turn your head to the vast forest, shrouded with tall trees and thick fog—wait, when did the fog get so thick? kunikuzushi was so sure he could still see far and beyond the first few layers of those trees, why did the forest suddenly seem so eerie and… predatory.

"you can leave."

"huh?" he stares at you in disbelief, with a hint of sadness.

are you… really going to let him go that easily?

for some reason, despite the freedom given to him, he wanted you to stop him.

"find the exit yourself," your trademark grin appeared on your face, challenging and daring him to do so. it's infuriating, makes him feel like you're looking down at him and his capabilities. "if you successfully get out of this forest, then i trust that you can handle the world outside and beyond this nation."

i take back my words, he scoffs, i don't need their permission to leave. they can't stop me.

"i don't need another petty test of yours, i can take care of my own," he sharply turns away and into the direction he swore was the exit just a moment ago.

"oh, trust me, doll," your giggles echoed through the forest, ringing in his ears for the last time, way too close than from where you just stood a moment ago.

"the forest is a cruel place to get lost in."

and since then, your abode returned to the way it was.

placid, motionless, and isolated. just like how it should be.

yet you look forward to the day that he comes back crying—you stifle a laugh at how pitiful he would look—scrunched nose and furrowed eyebrows, grumbling curses to the world as he slumps down on the ground, hissing at you as you tease him for being a baby before he falls asleep on the sprawled blanket you have in the living room of your cabin. your spirit watches over his sleep, dispersing his nightmares before it can even take root in his mind and blanketing him with your tail despite his inability to feel the change in the temperature.

no, he's too deep in his sleep to ever catch you doing such things.

some days, you'd sense a feeling of fear crawling inside the back of your head. it takes a form of visions and voices. it would whisper using the boy's voice, show images using his face, speak in a way he does. it's times like this that you take pride in your strength. you know better than to crumble against fear and its illusions. such emotions are not strong enough to push through the height of your defenses that were built from piles upon piles of lost loved ones.

yet your heart clenches at the thought of this boy, robbed of the opportunity to grow properly, succumbing to the demons of this world.

it's a shame that even you can't be the person to guide him, for you are the same as he.

you can only hope that he finds himself in his journey.

"ah, it seems like it's that time of the year once again."

you stretch your limbs with a pur-like groan, your tail swinging in anticipation behind you. now that the weariness from sleep had faded, your sharp eyes admire the red and orange colors blending within the forest, the sound of leaves crunching beneath your feet every step you take music to your ears and the cold breeze wafting in the air.

the season of fall always brings out the playful side of your soul.

your attentiveness is sharper than usual, eyes turning to every little bit of movement in your surroundings despite knowing that no threat can occur in your abode. you carved its landscape with your very own hand, grew each and every tree rooted on the ground, wrote protective spells into every tree bark to form your very own barrier, opened ponds and breathed life into its very ground through the leylines. it's your safe haven, nothing can disturb your peace and it is a part of you to an extent.

that's way, when a familiar presence stepped inside your abode with no struggles whatsoever, your ears perked up and tail sways in anticipation.

fall is indeed a season for farewells and reunions.

"you're back quite earlier than expected, did the world outside the forest scare you?" you needn't look to know that he's standing right at the entrance of your favorite clearing, your figure sat near the pond with your feet dipped into the clear water.

"you're exaggerating," he grumbles, footsteps getting louder and closer until he's close enough, stopping just next to you.

"most certainly not," you hummed softly, tilting your head up to look at him after a few hundred years of not seeing him. your ears twitched.

instantly, you know something is different about him.

"you've changed."

"hmp, perhaps," he scoffs loudly, taking a seat beside you in a criss-cross position, slouching a little bit. he's barely looking at you, but that's not something new.

the way you imagined he would years ago.

"you're still grumpy though, might want to change that."

"you're still insufferable. i shouldn't have come back."

"yet you're here. i'm surprised you were able to enter without a problem. i was hoping the forest devoured you when you left. turns out you were able to get out, a shame," you sigh, "i should check on my barriers soon."

"you—" he hisses—the same way you adored, like an angry kitten—turning his head to glare at you, forehead scrunched in irritation, "so you don't even know if anyone gets caught in your shithole? did you assume i just up and died right before i got out?"

he can feel something warm in his chest at the way you laughed freely.

he hasn't heard that sound for a long time.

"you're alive though," he groaned at the familiar sly smile on your face. "besides, i wouldn't have let you go if i didn't know that you'd make it out alive."

"you would in a heartbeat."

"hm, if it were someone else, perhaps. but not you," you turn your head back to the pond, a contented smile on your face, voice unintentionally turning soft, "not my brat."

those words were the key to kunikuzushi's vulnerable state.

the silence that followed after your words was… unnerving, for some reason.

yet you felt as if you should give him the time he needs to gather himself, to give him a choice to talk or to keep things to himself. it stayed like that for a while, tuning into the sound of birds above and humming to make him more comfortable—or was it for your own comfort that you tried to fill in the silence? the feeling of being unsure is so… uneasy.

why am i doing so much for his comfort?

just when you're about to speak to change the topic, he opens his mouth—and he speaks.

piles and piles of words upon words, like a scroll being unravel down the flight of stairs to the narukami shrine. his voice, clumsy and blurry words as it may be, sings to you tragedies in a kabuki performance. he opens his doors to you and only you, almost breaking down on the spot if it wasn't for his ridiculous pride—you surmise that you may have influenced him in that case. it plays a theatrical scene that takes eternity to finish dialogues upon dialogues.

he's a puppet whose strings are cut short, but he picks himself up, tangling the fragile strings in the process.

and you are his only audience.

you're his standing ovation when no one bothers to stop and see him for what he is.

perhaps, you are more suited to be sat beside him, joining in his play instead of just a witness—because you are more than just some random bystander who happens to pass by a puppet show.

it took him a while to finish his story. just like any kabuki, time is crucial in the production, and kunikuzushi is a person who barely had the time to see the world in its purest form. yet time is also what brought him his demise.

the gods did not give him enough time to feel and learn.

when he finishes, the sun has already hid itself behind the ocean of trees and the sky is blanketed by a starry void.

a false sky, he said in one of his stories.

somehow, kunikuzushi's head ended up on your lap—he dares not to bring attention to this fact, he already feels embarrassed as it is.

"how did it felt?"

he stares at you with a grain of salt.

"to what? to almost die? quite the experience, i didn't enjoy falling head first though. would you like to try?"

"no, dumbass," he hisses when your finger flicks against his forehead. before he could even cover the assaulted area, you swat his hand away to replace it with yours. an uncharacteristic gentle touch on his skin, a caress. he resists the urge to melt towards your hand. "how did it feel like to almost have something within your reach but realize it won't do you any better? to learn how to decide for yourself, for the better, after experiencing bitter defeat?"

he purses his lips, turning away from your direction to stare at the pond reflecting the dark sky.

your hand slips across his forehead to his hair, gently caressing the familiar stresses—familiar stresses that reminded you so much of a former dear friend that you lost long ago. you didn't expect him to answer your question yet, to push forward for an answer would be adding salt to an open wound.

and the last thing you want to do is give him a reason to pull away.

"you know, if i was ei, i would have chosen you to rule with me."

"stop saying things to make me feel better, that's not like you," he scoffs—unbeknownst to the way his cheeks turn a little warmer.

such a human feature to have.

"i would love to see you be the god you wanted to be," you continued to mutter with a soft smile, brushing your fingers through his hair.

"stop it."

"i would watch you build yourself higher and have greater goals as a god."

"what is wrong with you!?" he quickly pushes himself off of you, whipping his head to look at you with a bewildered face. "are you out of your mind!?" he glares at the way your smile turns sly.

"i would have chosen you, someone with no human heart yet able to feel what it's like to be human," your hand pats his head playfully, snickering when he swats it away roughly.

"you," growling, he turns away from your direction.

"but alas, i'm not patient enough to baby you or anyone else," you shake your head shamefully, shrugging your shoulders. "go do whatever the fuck you want yourself, learn shit for yourself. but that does not mean you can do it alone, dumbass."

"why are you talking like this?" he mumbles, but you can see the way his shoulder trembled in the slightest, no doubt nibbling on his bottom lip to stop himself from something as 'pitiful' as crying. "shut up, i came here to rest, not to listen to your nonsense musings. i had enough of that already."

"well then," you reach out to his shoulder, gently directing him back on your lap. he faces you this time, eyes clenched tight to avoid looking at you, his only pillar in this world. he feels too light headed, whether if it's from your words or the feeling of finally resting after so many years of suffering, he's not too sure. he'd deny the former with everything he has though. but he cannot deny that he feels safe in your haven, here in the comfort of your arms.

"rest, you can think of the next step after you get some shuteye, don't make me knock you out myself."

he clicked his tongue, before it became quiet again.

this time, it's a comfortable silence. nothing like the tension from the first time you met him, nothing like the few times he spent quietly sobbing on your shoulder every time he awakes from a nightmare—nothing like the eerie quietude in the middle of the eye of the storm, waiting for the real disaster to come surging. soon, the boy falls asleep to the warm and loving touch on his head.

in the silence, you whisper words that you could not tell him.

"i would've gone through celestia and the abyss to give you a heart."

you, despite claiming that you will not baby him, held him in a way a parent would towards their child. with gentle hands and feathery touches, and a heart that you would give him if you could.

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Your new theme's so pretty !! nwfenefn I can't get any of my drafts done either :_) , how about enemies to lovers hcs (or whatever format you prefer) with Scara and Xiao?

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TYSM KOUUU <33 mwah ilysm, and ugh writers block is so ass !! as always ofcc <33 scara and xiao r my little meow meows /j i love my murderers !! RUSHED AS HELL

cw/summary // enemies to lovers (r.k) more of a pride and prejudice type beat for xiao tho, jealousy (r.k) dueling (r.k) romantic tension (r.k) not rlly enemies to lovers for xiao more like misunderstandings and misconceptions, rain scene (a.x) kissing (a.x, r.k) probly more but I'm lazy lol

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he DESPISED you, the tsaritsa's subordinate —who ranked lower than him — like u made his blood boil. everyone either is brainwashed to love him or is too scared to say anything other than a simple 'my lord'

ohohooo !! not u tho !! constantly running your mouth — archons he hated u through and through !!

his rivalry with you is the most entertaining thing ever kajdksms, witty comments thrown back and forth 24/7

"'my lord' you can't even go a day without beheading one that does not agree with you, what kind of lord does that make you ?!" "shut your mouth you peasant !"

sneering at each other every time one would pass by. you angered him !! so why was it when that day you laughed along with that hell of a man — tartaglia — his heart burned and blood seethed.

or the day you smirked at him and his heart skipped a beat. drawing him close to piss him off but instead alighting a fire in his heart.

god did seeing you make it burn even brighter.

he hated it. he hated how weak you made him feel.

scara being scara challenged you to a duel — if this feeling didnt stop he would have made it himself.

the mischievous glint in your eyes as you pin him down with a smirk

"gotcha ! what happened to the ever so powerful lord scarA—" he pulls you in by your collar, you smile into the kiss and pull away.

the two of you catching your breath.

"shut up" he whispers between pants, "oh? then make me my lord"

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okay okay, so for xiao i don't necessarily see like ENEMIES to lovers but a more you think he's being mean but rlly its how he shows his love !

giving very pride and prejudice (05 adaptation >>>) but anyways !!

he scolds you in such a cold manner about how you should be careless, saying stuff like ;

"you're just a weak human, what could you do ?" he says it with such a stone cold face that you don't even realize he's trying to convey his liking towards you.

you think he doesnt like u it's just he's so touch starved and awkward he doesn't know how to deal with these emotions !

at first he did think you were a distraction — a source of disappointment and anger ofc, cause that's the only reason why he always felt so bleh around you

nope ! he just likes you lolz, bby is so stiff too.

just imagine most mr. darcy and elizabeth scenes as u and xiao. yep.

AHEM "from the very beginning, from the first moment I may almost say, of my acquaintance with you, your manners impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain for the feelings of others, were such as to form that ground-work of disapprobation, on which succeeding events have built so immovable a dislike; and I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed upon to marry."

"You have said quite enough, madam. I perfectly comprehend your feelings, and now have only to be ashamed of what my own have been. Forgive me for having taken up so much of your time, and accept my best wishes for your health and happiness." AHEM, that scene in the rain for u and xiao ? SAY LESS

but anyways when he confesses to you you think it's all some kind of sick joke, you end up spewing out saying you'd never date him and he's sick for doing this to you. scaring the poor guy off :(

verr spots you at the balcony and quickly interrogates you on xiaos where abouts — she hasn't seen him and neither have you. a feeling of regret pools in your stomach and you pitfully go to search for him

"xiao ! xiao !" rain pours on you and your clothes stick to your skin as you call for him. tears gloss your eyes and you are one step closer to breaking down

"what do you want" he growls at you, mouth in a snarl.

"you're safe, thank archons" your eyes gleam and you grab into him, crying and sniffling.

"im sorry, im sorry, i hate myself for that i—"

he scoffs and grabs your face smashing your lips into his, "shut up, will you ?"

a light blush and tender look in his eyes as he speaks and it makes you smile fondly. he can't find himself to hate you anymore and neither can you.

No answer.

Prompt: In which you are accused of treason against the Fatui, and all Scaramouche could do was hold you in his arms as your consciousness slipped away.

Pairing: Scaramouche/gn!Reader

Categories: Unrequited Love, Angst, Death

Wordcount: 743

Shaky breaths left your lips as you dashed as far as your legs could carry you.

Just a few more steps.

Keep reading

Shut up

Ft. Childe & Scaramouche

Cw: mm yes kissing, probs ooc, the reader can be seen as a harbinger, childe and scara real name. Short on scara part

Reader pronoun: Not mentioned

Summary: Your partner have been talking about a certain topic for what seems like hours, and you couldn't get yourself to finish your work. So what will you do to shut them up?

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Ajax aka Childe

How long has it been? Since this certain ginger haired guy or you could say your own boyfriend rambles about how his days in liyue went, you would love to hear him rambles about his liyue days but.... the problem is you couldn't get yourself to finish your work. Especially your report card.

And the way he keeps repeating the name Zhongli for some reason. "And then i met this guy named zhongli-" "he never brings his wallet nor checks the price tags when i was buying him stuff!" "And then Turns out he's the rex lapis himself?!".

You kinda wanna laugh at his statement until you looked at your report card with a written Zhongli in the end of a sentence, it seems that you accidentally written his name eh?

sighing up, you tried to cover the mistake you did only for the ink to end up smudged.

From afar, you could see your boyfriend figure who is still rambling about how his days went in liyue while leaning his back on the wooden door frame. You were thinking about a way to get this ginger headed boy to shut up so you could do your work peacefully, until a certain idea flew over your head.

"Hey ajax" you called him, no response. "Hey!" This time a bit louder, still no response. "CHILDE HELLO??" you finally yelled. And he snapped out of his thought "AH.. uhm sorry, what is it?" He turned his gaze at you, he could see that your expression were somehow pissed.

"could you come here for a second? I need your help with something" you said organizing the stack of paperwork.

"What do you need my help with hm?" He smirked while walking toward your working desk.

"This" you stated showing him some paper with a rather small writing, "and bend down you can't see it"

"Whose papers is this? The handwriting is rather small reminds me of— Oomph!" Just before he could finish his own sentence you pulled his shirt collar for a rather harsh and deep kiss. Too bad, It lasted only for a few moment before you pulled away gasping for air.

"And that will shut you up." Returning your gaze to the report card and paperwork again. leaving your boyfriend standing there looking at you. dumbfounded.

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Kunikuzushi aka Scaramouche

Scaramouche or kunikuzushi himself is rather hard to fluster, but.. today is a bit different he seems rather pissed. Just without asking you could already know what he's up to.

From your desk you could already see his sour expression, how he's grumbling about how his subordinate was being annoying or uncooperative, And then to how his days went.

You, yourself was stuck in an endless paperwork and a report card to fill.

You would've want to shut him up but... its scaramouche, you know how it'll end up right? So you tries to think if there's any way to shut this gremlin mouth up.

"And then this one agent tries to issue his own order, such a nuisance"...."and tartaglia, that ginger. He keeps annoying me about my big hat!" and so on and so on.

Giving up on your paperwork, you stand up and walked toward the sofa your boyfriend was sitting in.

"What?" He said, "nothing.. im just, tired. Need a rest right now" before sitting down on the sofa.

"Wanna know an efficient way to shut someone up?"..."what?" He turned his gaze at you

"You do this" you abruptly grabbed (softly) him by the chin and pulled him for a kiss. Too bad due to your tired body and mind you can only give him a soft tender kiss. It lasted for a few second before you pull your face away from him.

"Now if you'll excuse me, im going to rest" plopping yourself comfortably on your boyfriend lap. "Stay... here.. okay?" Before drifting into an slumber.

You failed to notice his flustered face and the little smile on his face. Guess his day got better then?

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Finally finished, sorry if its short lmao. Anw wish me luck, gonna have my math exam soon<3

genshin boys as break up tropes

character/s: albedo, childe, diluc, kaedehara kazuha, gorou, scaramouche, thoma, xiao

albedo: the “i left because the longer i stayed, the less i loved myself” trope, because you were tired of always feeling like the way he looked over at you had grown into a sense of repulsion rather than love.

childe: the “i know what’s good for me and i knew it wasn’t you” trope, because even as he flees the scene with a cruel smirk and leaves you to take the fall on the moist dirt with blood on your hands — in the distant gleam of flashing red lights and faint shouts echoing in the tranquil woods…you still think he’s a good person.

diluc: the “i love the memories more than i love you” trope, because at some point, the both of you had realized you only dragged the relationship on, with the basis that the person in front of you was the still the same one you swore you remembered in your head.

kazuha: the “there are some things that you just have to walk away from, no matter how much it hurts” trope, because you hate that you would never bring yourself to love anyone more than the destined wanderer, and he hates that he would never find it in himself to love anyone the same way he loved the you that wished to settle down.

gorou: the “and i waited, and i never complained — because i figured you’d love me” trope, because he finally realized that the biggest mistake wasn’t falling for you, but for thinking that you had fallen for him too.

scaramouche: the “i only got closer to you because i wanted her” trope, because you’ve never realized how much you loved him until it began to hurt when you stood aside and watched the way your lover’s bitter irises softened at her name.

thoma: the “it’s painful to ask someone to stay, when you know they want to leave” trope, because even though he knows you’ve already grown tired of him, he can’t find it in himself to admit the repulsive truth that you just don’t love him like he loves you anymore.

xiao: the “i miss you doesn’t mean i’m coming back, and i love you doesn’t mean i’ll stay” trope, because even as you hear the soft rumble of his familiar voice through your phone that sings you tenderly to sleep on a lonely night — despite you parting your own separate ways months ago and deciding to remain as close friends, you never stopped praying to the gods that it would somehow…still be him at the end of it.

𝐈'𝐌 𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋! : 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : After our main character, a miserable university student gets into a hit-and-run, she wakes up as the NPC villainess, (y/n) Onigasaki in the world of Genshin Impact. With her knowledge of the game, she tries to survive in Inazuma and live a quiet and peaceful life until Aether arrives; unfortunately, there are some obstacles she has to overcome as the most evil villainess.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 : Ayato, Gorou, Itto, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Teppei, Thoma, Tomoaki, Ayaka, Kokomi, Yoimiya

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : Romance, humour, reincarnation/transmigration, isekai, reverse harem

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : Mentions of death, bloody descriptions, violence, profanity, canon divergent

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Sudden Titles

Warning -> fluff, reader suddenly calls them a title they’ve yet to be given ;) 

Character X GN Reader | Anthology 

Includes: Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Scara, Thoma, Zhongli, Xiao | Beidou, Ganyu, Jean, Ningguang, Sucrose 

A-N: this was also a request, funny that I started this WIP a bit ago lol - blame discord shenanigans for this one (we get into some headspaces there often)

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Fealty ⊱⊰ Genshin!Various

A/N: This is a part of my WIPs! "Fealty" is a fic that I will be publishing eventually, this scenario briefs you dearies about how 'Fealty' is constructed and- of course, the love interests. Minor characters are aged up! By the way, this scenario is written spoiler-free from the plot! Just the basic world building and intro~ Which means... some titles are also 'false' ;))

✤ she/her

✤ Warnings: Implications of Death

✤ Main LIs (Love Interest): Aether, Zhongli, Xiao, Scaramouche ✤ Secondary/Tertiary LIs: Albedo, Venti, Chongyun, Kazuha, Itto, Childe

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Seven Kingdoms in one world—two kingdoms held between a war of cataclysm and conquest.

In a world where magic is almost considered divine, Mages are considered the threats in the frontlines. The battle between Jade Moon and Sapphire Gale has been going on for decades without end, stemming from when the Champion of Jade Moon has found out that the Sapphires had been stealing the Jade Mages.

Sapphire Gale is on the verge of defeat. With unyielding fortitude, obstinate in his mission, the Champion of Sapphire Gale sent the kingdom's Crown Prince to the neighboring kingdom of Eternal Iris to seek help.

In the place of [Name], a Mage delegated by Sapphire's Champion to be the Protector of the Crown Prince, accompanies the latter in his journey. Things have been looking up—until she realized that the nature of the war isn't what it seems to be.

𝐒𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐞

Aether

The Crown Prince, Heir of the Sapphire Gale Champion, Diluc

Aether has been a close friend for as long as you can remember. He's an orphan taken in by Diluc when he was found in the middle of the war. You met him when you were both eight years old, and he's literally the first person you saw when you awakened from a comatose. Despite not remembering much other than the fact that you were rescued by the Sapphire Knights, you found out that you had a knack for magic, something that Aether had been in awe of. Despite having his own studies, he walks you to the Academia and visits whenever he can and is beyond stoked when Diluc eventually assigned you to be Aether's personal guardian. Since Aether's magical affinity is still far from unlocking its true potential, he's almost always asking you to showcase your magic. It's a friendship that has blossomed for years. Sometimes, he tells you about his other half, his twin, Lumine, who he had lost in the tides of war against Jade Moon. Because of this, he's more than vigorous to learn so by the time he takes over the spot of Sapphire's Champion, he is prepared to give justice for his sibling. Your closest confidant and vice versa. There are instances when you catch him staring a little too long and when you ask him why, he'd get pink and refuse to answer. Is incredibly, incredibly worried when the carriage en route to Eternal Iris has been ambushed by the Adepti. He has yet to unlock his magic so he's forced to stay on edge, back to back with you, with only a sword as his means of defense. Is at your side at all times when you're injured because of him and promises that there will be a time when he's going to be the one to do the protecting. All this promise and yet—when things go south and truths were revealed, you didn't expect the future strain that all but cut your bond with him.

Albedo

The Abstruse Mage in the Royal Court of Sapphire

This Mage seems to be timeless. He is an enigma through and through—and perhaps that is why you gravitate to him a lot. He knows for a fact that he's a mystery and doesn't shy away when people try to crack him like an undeciphered code. Despite being in the Royal Court, he studies at the Academia and has his classes specialized in healing and innovation. For some reason, he acts like an old spirit. Many other students say that befriending this particular Mage is difficult, but that doesn't seem to be the case at all because... he's personally approaching you? Oh wow. Albedo is one to be straightforward, so imagine your stupefy when he says that you are just as fascinating as he is and he can't wait to unravel more about you. The atmosphere felt a little eerie when he mentioned that. Almost like... he's aware of something that you aren't and he's implying that. He doesn't give you an answer when he's queried about this. When you're both studying, he seems to always eye the winged* mark on the back of your hand. Sometimes he will brush his hand over it as if he's testing something. How strange. Regardless of everything and despite his odd personality, Albedo is someone you are close to in the Academia. There are times when he covers for you when you're summoned in the Palace and is more than ready for you to copy his notes. Oh, and he's somehow always equipped with a potion from whenever your magic is acting up. *(The marks in this fic are literally the symbols in Genshin, dearies, so for Sapphire, it's the Anemo mark! For Jade, Geo, and so on and so forth ~)

Venti

The Whimsical Bard with Olden Ballads

This guy... is everywhere! Also quite the oddball. He looks young, but he isn't a Mage nor is he a student in any of the Academies be it for magic or the general public. He's not part of the Royal Court, but he's sometimes seen walking around the Palace. You hear that Sapphire's Champion, Diluc, is sometimes conversing with this person in his private study. But he's far from being an advisor. Weird. You met him at the plaza during an event, hosting one of Sapphire's music festivals. His interlude is one of the old songs, speaking out a story in the legends or one about the Archons. You dare not approach him, though, since he's rather busy entertaining the citizens. He is the one to approach you one night when you're running back to the Academia after getting word from Albedo about a potion he has messed up. The bard's stare whenever he sees you seems to be whimsical like he knew you from long ago, or perhaps he's likening you to someone? He tells you that you are who you are now, and the present defines you, nothing else. It's sudden, so you don't know what to respond. Venti appears to be there, always, whenever it feels like danger is right around the corner. He'll whisk you through alleys and even the underground. One time, you were falsely accused of harming a citizen with the use of magic and was being chased when he appeared to help you run away until the Royal Court gets wind of the situation. It is only one of the many times he has come to your aid. He's always there. Is he guarding you... ?

Chongyun

The Deviant Mage of Yang Descent

Chongyun is a Mage who specializes in purgation and charm casting, personally filed under the Royal Court of Sapphire. It's rather odd that he's in the Court but not in the Academia like Albedo. You're not particularly close to this Mage due to his behavior that's prone to change if there's a sudden shift in his magic, but he means well. You do not meet him until you faced a terrible problem with regard to your power. This problem has escalated to the point that you can't get out of it without punishment, and Mages' punishments are always stricter and harsher compared to the general public. If not for Aether's interference, you feared you would've lost your life. Chongyun becomes your mentor, surprisingly, since you expected Albedo. You find out that it's because this person's magical affinity is closer to yours than Albedo's, who has healing. This Mage is careful around you like he's afraid that he'll mess up something in your presence. It's almost cute. He tries his best to help you understand the anomaly in your magic and his room is literally open for you to come whenever you think you need his help. You may have overestimated him and decided to give friendship a shot. Chongyun's always blank-faced around others but lightens up—visibly might I add—when you're nearby. He looks a little queasy around Sapphire Knights. Oh, and you do not know why, but he treats you like you're royalty.

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𝐉𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧

Zhongli

The King Regent of Jade Moon

Oh, you've heard all about the tyrannical King Regent across the border. It makes you wonder why the Sapphire Champion decided to steal his Mages when their relationship is already so strained. Aether says that he doesn't know the reason himself, but thinks that it has something to do with an unforgotten issue way back in time. Surely, the Mages weren't stolen just so that they'd be forced to prosper Sapphire, right.. ? You heard from him as well that Jade has lost its Champion in the middle of the war and its Archon is yet to choose the successor, so a Regent has stepped in to lead the forces. Unlike other Regents who opt to sit at the throne and command from their place, however, it's told by many that this Regent dives straight into the war himself. Many have fallen to death under his command and the Jade's famed Adepti working under him is no hearsay. You do not even want to meet this man in fear that he'll have your head. It is a miracle that he hasn't stormed past the Kingdom walls yet, but he is currently lacking in magic... still, the tides of war are tipping in his favor. Something about him is a little familiar, though. Lately, before you joined Aether in his travel to Eternal Iris, it's heard that the Jade Regent himself is leading the nth wave. Venti has told you one thing before you left with the Crown Prince. 'If you see him, you must run. He will stop at nothing to win this war.' But that has nothing to do with you.. ? He looked like he was about to say something else but held back. You wonder what it's about.

Xiao

The Vigilant Knight of the Jade Adepti

The Adepti is listed as one of the most threatening divisions to come across in the War. Since you are a Mage, you're drafted out in the frontlines before being granted the position of the Crown Prince's guardian. And dare you say, you're quite lucky during your drafting period because not once have you encountered the elite group. Under the command of the First Wind, Jean, you were always fighting at the right flank, far from the center of the war. It helps that you're quickly brought back upon orders of the Sapphire Champion, so even if you have experience out in the field—you haven't met the deadly group. That streak of luck isn't there forever, though. When the carriage has been ambushed and you're out in the open to fend off the enemies, you are beyond overwhelmed when the attackers are none other than the Adepti. Sent by the King Regent of Jade. Your magic at that time has been flicking in and out like a blasted candle flame, so that situation being hazardous is way understating things. You are strong enough to protect Aether, but enough to fend off the entire group. Fortunately, however, when this particular Knight came to strike you down, he paused. His jaded polearm is inches away from your throat but you can only look at how his gold eyes are flashing with multiple emotions at once. His hand is trembling and he's trying to say something, but you aren't sticking around to die. It's the opportunity you need to force the tidbits of your magic to kick into overdrive, grabbing Aether who had been gaping at another blonde before conjuring a swift spell to warp you both away from a good distance. A wandering Magnate has aided the two of you before the Adepti can get a kill count. The hiding lasted for days until Iris's borders are at long last reached. It is neutral territory, so the Adepti are forced to retreat. The Knight's masked face is looking at you before he, along with the rest, are gone.

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𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐫𝐢𝐬

Scaramouche

The Royal Advisor in the Eternal Court

You want to talk to the person who assigned this person as the royal advisor. First of all, why is the advisor always absent, leaving the Champion alone? You understand that Iris is in a state of neutrality, meaning there are fewer things to worry about, but the Kingdom is up and running! Second, he has zero respect! He's late when he wants to be late, thus preventing meetings from starting. When he does appear after you and Aether are welcomed in the Palace, he straight-up denies the plea for help without letting the Crown Prince finish—as if he has the final decision! This man is such a piece of work. He strolls around the Great Hall as if he owned the place and bickers back with venom when reprimanded. You don't understand how this Kingdom's Champion is actually friends with him, but you suppose there are oddities in Teyvat. You have never been so crossed with anyone your whole life. After the Iris Champion told you that their decision will be set in a few days' time—weighing out the pros and cons of disabling their neutrality—this man is all but pushing you and Aether out of the Kingdom's borders. He gets a talk with the Champion for a while following this and when he returns, he suddenly cannot look you in the eye. He is all over the place, grumbling, yelping, shouting- and it's such a comical sight if only your buttons aren't being pressed. What they talked about remains a mystery to you, but it did change how he acts. Because before you and Aether could leave, he's personally stopping the two of you, saying that the Adepti are seen camping past Iris's borders so it's only 'natural' to extend his Champion's good aid and let you both stay for the time being. 'Just so you two won't die and the rest of Eternal Iris won't have to answer to the damned Sapphire Champion, of course.'

Kazuha

The Prudent Champion of Eternal Iris

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear me this fine man. If there is eternity, you'll spend it with him- /kidding. Or are you? This Champion is by far, the kindest one you've met. No wonder Eternal Iris is a neutral Kingdom, who would dare want to infiltrate a peaceful place governed by a peaceful man? He is benevolent and sometimes a little too patient, but all that falls in the positivities of his character. A rather soft-spoken one, too, with flowery words around each and every sentence. Kazuha is one of prudence, always thinking of matters ahead and preparing contingency plans. It makes you think that he's well-suited to be a Champion, and even Aether looks up to him. First impressions have gone splendidly if not for his friend, the royal advisor who is always late in attending meetings. Whenever you'll tell the silverette to come and just start the meeting, he'll smile and say that it's better to wait. You and Aether don't understand his patience for the advisor but they're friends, after all, so you relent. You do not miss the way Kazuha stares at you like he's seen a ghost when you first entered the Iris Palace. Again, you do not know why. He's a chivalrous person and not once did he use his title as 'Champion' to his benefit. In fact, he sees you as an equal, although Aether whispers that he's treating you more like royalty—like how Chongyun does. Strange. After telling you and the Crown Prince to stay in the neutral Kingdom for a while lest the Adepti comes to ambush you again, Kazuha takes every opportunity to be a gentleman—and doesn't stop even if his advisor is screaming for him to cut it out. He's beaming silently whenever he gets to make you laugh. But why does he sometimes look guilty?

Itto

The General of the Infernal Assembly

You do not necessarily meet the man until you decided to survey the Iris's army since the decision to aid Sapphire is still under thought. The Infernal Assembly consists of a group with empowerments directly supplied from the Kingdom's Mages. Due to this, they are stronger than regular magic-less Knights. He's drilling exercise and exercise onto his men, screaming rather jubilantly about how doing it will strengthen and liken them enough to his level. He looks like someone who can go against the King Regent of Jade Moon. Unsurprisingly, he is a Mage who decides to imbue his magic into familiars, empowering his claymore and using brute force to pummel his way through. He meets you through clumsy sparring when his ginormous weapon is flung into the air—he's showing off—and almost knocked your head out if not for Kazuha's swift move to pull you away. Not only did the horned man—a side effect from being empowered by Mages—get a harsh scolding from the advisor (yes the advisor), but he's put on probation. Probation. Like a child. As if he's not the General. His men are laughing, an indication of his good bond with them, but he whips them back in shape. It turns out that this Mage, Itto, is stronger than he looks and is secretly Eternal Iris's trump card. Kazuha says that his power isn't something to underestimate since his bloodline is one filled with successful Mages. Also, during the course of your stay, you are the one meant to supervise him in his probation. Your guest privilege seems to have expired but you don't complain since Itto is honestly one of the best people you can be around with. On a few occasions, he somehow manages to drag you into pulling outlandish pranks on his men—and getting caught. He makes you forget that there is literally a war out there that can destroy your home. Ah, that's bad, isn't it.

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𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭

Childe

The Magnate from the Palace of White Frost

Childe... why is he so far from home? He's a good conversationist, though sometimes you feel that he's eerie. You know that he's at Sapphire for business purposes but he's there as if the Kingdom isn't in the middle of a war. Granted, he doesn't stay there for too long. He's come to check on the Kingdom's magic reserves, apparently, and is there to offer some 'innovations' that will greatly cause an influx of magic. Just the right amount to make a stand against Jade Moon and win. You do not know how the business went since he's only speaking about it in detail with Sapphire's Champion, but he does come and visit you whenever he can. He tells you all about the Kingdom of White Frost and how it's a neverending winter there, but despite the eternal snow, the people are warm and loving. Childe gets nostalgic when he sees children in the orphanage and you find out that he has siblings. He says that he wants to help Sapphire win the war, both because it's a task and also from his personal sentiments. He's akin to a wanderer and has connections in almost every single Kingdom—truly, he's not someone to mess around with and get on his bad side. Childe is also the one who has stumbled on you and the Crown Prince mid-ambush from the Adepti, and whisked you two to safety. His skill in hiding is impeccable and you suppose it came from having to dart around and about the ongoing war. You get to know him more in those days of hiding before departing as soon as he gets you and Aether by the border, promising that he'll meet you again as soon as you're standing against Jade Moon.

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a/n: HEAVENS THIS WAS LONG. Complicated too but so worth it, this works as my little planner too- adjanafaf i have implied a lot of stuff in the characters, about MC along with some of her relationships. Ehe- ehehehe oh dear this plot... haaah~ ALSO OH MY SHUCK THAT'S A LOT OF LOVE INTERESTS- but they're classified into Main/Secondary/Tertiary for a reason :>> Itto and Childe are the tertiary LIs since they won't be shown much, but the interest is there! was that a spoiler oh no-

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Genshin [All male characters] When you ask “What would you do if I disappeared?”

Notes: Feeding everyone.

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Bennett, Chongyun, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Razor, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli, fem!reader

Warnings: not proofread, hints of death, implications of dying, mentions of death, bit of crack, bit of angst, bit of fluff, bit of everything

Personal Favourites in this work: Venti, Diluc, Albedo, Xiao

Aether

His sister is already missing. What do you think he would feel if you ask something like that?

The fear in him is real. It seems endless, all this looking around for his sister. Adding you going missing into the mix, it was like torture. Like an endless spiral down into an endless hole.

“Aether? It’s just a hypothetical question, you don’t have to think about it too mu–” you were really just blurting out thoughts and nonsense.

He pulls you in for a hug, one arm tight around your waist and the other behind your head. “Please don’t” he whispers. “I don’t have anything else,”

He’ll become a shell of himself if you disappear. He’d look for you, but he’ll shed tears every night. 

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#can i brush your hair tonight?

—instances when you brush, pat, or pet his hair or take care of it for them

CHARACTERS. Zhongli, Xiao, Venti, Thoma, Scaramouche, Kazuha, Kaeya, Gorou, Diluc, Childe, Ayato, Albedo, Aether

THEMES. fluff! reverse comfort.

WARNINGS. may have spoilers on Venti. (Very) Slight suggestive on a few parts (Albedo, Venti, Thoma?) but nothing much to worry about.

NOTES. hello so this is slightly late, i know. i was out for most of today plus i also relished eating my tonkotsu ramen so i forgot the time hahaha. anyway hope you’ll like this one guys<33

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ZHONGLI is steadfast as a rock and would be rather difficult to fluster despite great efforts. He’d crack a smile or two, admiring the beauty of your actions, but you’ll never win from the toughness of his shell.

“You’d like to brush my hair?” his voice was laced with confusion before he chuckled, “Well, who am I to deny such a gracious request from my beloved?”

Silence filled the room yet both of you relished on the tranquility of each other’s presence, the scent of the tea you two had still in the air, and the crickets of the night sang to further fill in the harmony of the evening.

The brush skims through his thin, long strands that didn’t seem to have that much need. Yet despite it, you made sure that nothing was left uncovered, leaving no regrets behind. By the time you finished, his eyes flutter open as he turns to you, a soft smile on his lips. He then reaches towards your cheek before he says, “I did not know such a simple thing could put my mind to ease, thank you, beloved.”

XIAO is wary, slow to open up, could stretch his wings and fly away when he feels threatened. It was night when the dark enveloped the depths and crevices of the yaksha’s heart, creeping in and soiling his already lost core. His karma—you were no strangers, you knew.

“Xiao, I’m here,” you whisper as his words pushes you away, his body stiff under your embrace, fingers on the strands of his hair. His system was shutting down, almost getting sucked in by darkness when he felt it. The way you caressed his hair still, his scalp and dark locks locks soothed by the tips of your fingers, as if pulling him from the gloom of his debt.

He breathes in as if he hadn’t all his life, panting hard as if vision clears, sight regained as he realizes he was in your room, your house. Not in Wangshu, but with you.

“Are you back?” you looked at him for a minute, and he saw the tears that were in the corner of your eyes, now falling down when you were able to confirm that he was coming to, a smile—the most beautiful smile he had ever seen—forming on your lips before you pulled him in another embrace.

“You’re back. You’re back, Xiao. I thought I lost you,” you say. He was breathing normally by the time he raised his own arms to wrap them on your waist, letting himself return your affection.

“You saved me. I am in your debt, Y/n.”

VENTI’s body is not his own. His face, his hands, his eyes, his hair and everything else is not one that was fated to him—for him. He didn’t particularly paid much attention to his desires. He was no one before you came into his life.

His giggles echoed in the room as you untangled the braids of his hair, the bluegreens coming into life at the softness of your touch.

“So brave of you to ask, my windblume,” he muses, to which you lightly slapped the back of his shoulder while chuckling.

“What? Don’t be shy now,” he teases grinning in fromr of the mirror with his hair now untied and let down.

Despite tt all, he’d be silent throughout the process, a soft smile playing on his face, yet still silent. You could tell he was savoring the moment of being taken care of, his muscles and body at ease.

His body was not his own, but with you here, every moment makes him feel like it was his all along.

THOMA had always thought of others before himself. He does not also have the time to do so, anyway. Thus when you came and changed his entire routine, it was then that he realized how much effort he puts onto others before, and with you by his side, he was slowly starting to appreciate and be selfish of the attention he had neglected from himself.

“That feels good,” he says as he lets you rub your fingertips on his scalp, your digits on his strands, “You’re so good to me, you know.”

He cracks one eye open and he reaches for your hand, placing a kiss on it for a little while before closing his eyes once again. Such a sweet man, he is, he doesn’t even know how much your heart skipped a beat and your breath halted at such a simple action.

SCARAMOUCHE would kill with the daggers of his gaze—or literally—before anyone could even touch him. Yet, like many other time, you remain his one and only weakness.

And he doesn’t know if he despised it or loved it.

“What are you-” he halts, his mouth pursing shut as you continued to brush his hair with your palm, smiling as you compliment him on how smooth it was. You chose to ignore the blush that appears on his cheeks as he continues to stare at you, forcing himself to narrow his eyes at your form; his hat on your head, a pleased look on your face. It was a good thing no one was there around both of you or else he might have dug his own grave by letting you pet his head and hair delightfully.

“I’m not a pet, Y/n,” he frowns—pouts, actually. But despite this, you could tell how much he liked it with how he doesn’t push you or your hand away.

Soft as a feather. It was natural of KAZUHA to always compliment your beauty beyond his—you’re the priority, When you offered to do his hair one particular time, he was ready to say no. Yet he knows those sparkles and glitters in your orbs, begging him to say yes, thus he did, chuckling with a “Of course, whatever you wish, my dove.”

He remains silent as you carefully brush his hair first, asking him every now and then if it hurts every time you straighten up the knotted strands of his light hair with a whisper. It warms his heart, how much you care, how much you love. By the time you finished combing snd tying his hair on his usual style, he suddenly turns around and grabs your hand, placing a kiss on each of your knuckles before standing to his feet and pressing his lips on yours.

“Thank you,” he whispers next to your skin, “you never fail to amuse me, dove.”

KAEYA has too many secrets to hide. The gravity of his sins couldn’t even compare with those that seemed visible to the eye.

When you touch his hair, you were touching his heart, his core, his soul. He wants to pull away, to never let anyone see his vulnerabilities and fragilities. Yet you, you have something in you that makes him feel… free.

Freedom’s such a heavy word, even from him who supposedly hails from Mondstadt. With your lips, he love; with your hands, he care; with your touch, he submits. You broke him out of the frozen confines of his heart, made him breathe through the air of this so-called love.

“Kaeya? Does it feel good, hun?” you asked him, and he looks into your eyes and tells the truth.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he smiles at you, “Everything you do for me is good.”

Due to his natural instincts, GOROU feels your touches with an intensity. Just merely having your fingers caress and run through his hair makes his muscles instantly ease to the touch. He accidentally lets out a few hums or moans especially since his guard was down, only to let it back up as he consciously looks around, cautious of having anyone else around.

You giggled as you gently pat on the back of his head, halting the soft attack on his hair and ears for a little while, letting the poor boy rest and take a breather, “Don’t worry, no one but me will hear you.”

“This is embarrassing,” he hides his face on the crook of your neck, but remained having his arms around you and legs propped on either side of yours—seated on your lap, actually.

“Don’t be, baby,” you purr, “I’m just pampering you for a little while. So just relax, hm?”

DILUC shielded himself from anything else, anybody else. Deflected any other care towards him and as a result, he wasn’t used to such kind of affections.

“You don’t have to,” he says as you prompt him to sit down in front of the mirror, eyes telling how much it’s not something he does not do often—ever, probably.

He remains quiet for a long while, you won’t even know if he liked if or not until you two were about to slip on the bed, suddenly feeling him hug you from behind and kissing one of your temples as he held you there for a little while.

“Would you like this to be a recurring habit every night?” he whispers, quite hesitatingly but still letting it out, “It appears you took pleasure on it, I don’t mind if you’d want to keep it that way starting from now.”

CHILDE is a wildfire, despite his wave-like strength. Yet there are times when he’s magntized by the force of your peace, and this is was one of those times.

You were taking off his mask, helping him out of pure routine when he comes home. By the time you successfully do so and had the item placed somewhere else, he takes a hold of your hand before pulling them up to his hair once again.

“Why?”

“Can you do that again?” he inquires with a shy smile.

You could only furrow your brows as you then realized what he was referring to, a smirk forming on your lips, “Want me to caress your hair?”

He pouts and he seemed to want to say no but he sooner nods, pulling you from where you both were until he plops on the couch, while letting you sit on his lap.

“Please? I’m so tired from work,” he whines, snaking his arms on your waist and settling his head on your shoulder, not before pressing a gentle kiss on it first.

AYATO‘s hair is like silk, woven by the greatest seamstresses of Inazuma, He lets you brush them since you seemed to have been wanting to—you confessed it to him, actually, by the time you two had gotten together.

He lets you do whatever you want with them; through braids, ponytails, or maybe even a bun. You let him take care of you, thus he lets you do the same to him. Actually, he’d let you play with his hair while he’s doing his work. “It calms me down,” he says, referring to the way your fingers run over his hair, your fingertips teasing his back or his shoulders or the back of his neck, brushing onto them accidentally.

ALBEDO couldn’t understand the pleasure of having their hair touched by someone—being taken care of, actually. Such a confusing topic that he can never relate to until it happened to him—you happened.

He felt it; how his shoulders eased, a sigh falling out of his lips, his back leaning to where you were behind him, and it was as if the world had gone and you and him were the only ones left. When you proposed to take a bath together, he didn’t expect for someone such as himself to feel like this. Comforting, almost like a sanctuary and an escape from the world.

“You’re silent, ‘Bedo, are you alright?” your voice pulls him out of his reverie.

“Better, actually,” he answers, “I did not know how calming it is to have someone massage though one’s scalp or let them wash their hair. Unexpected but it’s not really surprising, after all, there are nerve endings in the scalp, which makes it quite easy to let us, even such as I, to feel good.”

You could only blink as you nod even if his back was on yours, awkwardly chuckling, “Yeah.. that’s right. Anyway, would you like me to apply conditioner on your hair?”

Teyvat is a cruel world. AETHER knew of that as his footsteps wandered around, traveled and met everyone and experienced everything.

He swears to protect you, to show you that there is a light beneath the darkness. And yet, you’re the one who does it to him, who takes care of him or loves him when he didn’t know he needed it. He has his sister, and he has everything. But now, he doesn’t think he could live the same without you and your fingers sliding onto his hair, bringing them together into a braid just how much you put him together. You were now his foundation, a sanctuary he couldn’t have expected to find, the person who makes him whole and drown out all the worries away, even for a little while.

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#i miss you very much, my love

—tell-tale signs of them missing you / what do they do when they’re missing you.

CHARACTERS. Zhongli, Xiao, Venti, Thoma, Scaramouche, Kazuha, Kaeya, Gorou, Diluc, Childe, Ayato, Albedo, (Abyss) Aether

THEMES. Implied established relationship, hurt/comfort.

NOTES. there is no indication if the reader died, left them, or maybe is just out traveling :))) it’s your decision how to think of this one. I did not expect this to be angsty but alas, it is. I meant this to be comfort, actually, who hurt me lmao.

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ZHONGLI frequently strolls around the streets of Liyue; day in or day out, he walks and walks. Every time the other people, specifically the vendors would see and recognize him, they knew what was missing and what seemed to be the problem—you, you were not with him. He looks the same on the outside; respectful, dignified, and standing tall. Yet they could never fail to miss the certain glow on his eyes, his face, and his smile whenever you stood beside him. Unknown to them, however, he had got more time in the world to wait for you. So until then, he’d wait for your return as he walks along the streets of his land, waits for the time he could finally gaze upon your beauty once again; may it be under the sun or the stars from above.

XIAO asks for two plates of Almond Tofu—which is quite unusual of him since he never had that much of an appetite before, especially mortal food. Silence had always been his company, not until you came along. You brought him the voices of humans; who they were, what they were good of, what was the light hidden amongst the darkness that he had always seen. You gave him hope and the reason for people to love him—for him to appreciate himself more. His purpose was not just to protect all of Liyue, but he became someone for you, and the same can be said with you to him. He longs for the day you come back, and until you do, he has two plates of Almond Tofu; one for you, one for him. This is a symbol of him waiting for you, and until then, he will continue to do so, no matter how long it takes.

VENTI stays at home even if he’s longing for Dandelion Wine in the evenings when he’s all alone. He waits for your arrival, hopes that this night would be the night you come home and kiss him, hug him, cuddle with him. It all seems so foreign for him to be all alone once again, but it seemed he should get used to it by now. Not long after your absence, he finds himself swallowed up by loneliness, the words falling out of his lips like a cry—but it was tuned, with a melody that seemed to have resembled like a plea, begging for you to come back soon.

THOMA is often seen by the docks, staring far off into the ocean. One can tell that if they talk to him, he wouldn’t be able to give them the attention he so often gives to others. He is very well known to the Inazumans, which is why when he goes in a state like this, they would surely know what seems to be on his mind. You, of course. Your relationship with the Retainer of the Kamisato Clan is not that much of a secret. Contrary to that, everybody knew about it. When he stands by the docks, seemingly awaiting someone, or when people see him looking forlorn despite being surrounded by the strays on the place where he usually goes, they knew. He was missing you. And despite being able to always help everyone else, there seems to be no one who could do the same to him.

SCARAMOUCHE asks his subordinates if there’s any news from you. They would often scramble to their feet, trying to get to where he is when he calls, only to be asked “Anything from Y/n yet?” Most of them would complain whenever this happens to them, but even if they do, it doesn’t really affect SCARAMOUCHE. What’s more, is that he’s more out of it, really. Instead of getting annoyed than usual, he’s more… tame, so to speak. Damn. Why can’t you leave his mind already? He’s aware of what his lackeys are thinking—that you were able to reduce him into this kind of person; searching for your presence until he’s sure that you’re safe within his arm’s reach.

KAZUHA is more silent. Beidou and the Crew could only tease him about it for a while, only for it to backfire due to him being quite good with words. “Well, of course, I miss them. What sort of lover would I be if I don’t?” he will say. However, despite the lightness and ease in his words, it was quite the opposite of the pressure on his chest, and the lack of enthusiasm with the sight of the beautiful view ahead of him. What he seeks is you, and he has no other company but his words and the wind, to comfort him in this time of need. He doesn’t dwell on these feelings quite obviously, but only his soul would be testament to how much longing he could take before he couldn’t anymore.

KAEYA talks more, this is why it’s fairly obvious to other people what he was feeling, especially with you not beside him. Despite his best efforts to attempt to hide the secrecy of his emotions, to encase it in ice, not to be freed and seen, people knew nonetheless. And even if he realizes this himself, he continues to pretend and act like he was okay, like everything was fine and nothing changed since you left. Such a shame, really. How he forces the truth in other people’s minds and his, but the hollowness in his heart continues to stay as it was—empty. Like who he truly was without you.

GOROU buries his nose on your pillow and sleeps on it, or maybe hugs it and the scent that you left off of there lulls him to sleep. It has been so long that he has been alone that he could never truly remember what it felt like anymore before you left. Everything felt so new again as if you had been fixated and remained permanent in his life. He seeks for your presence, and he could only find it with the clothes you left, or the pillow that remained empty on the nights he returns home. Home… it doesn’t even feel like one anymore without you.

DILUC drowns himself in his work. He finds comfort on a busy day, to disrupt his thoughts of you from plaguing his mind, making him corrupted of memories of when you were there, supporting him, getting him through work without making him feel exhausted afterward. But he does it again—over and over again, he thinks about you. The more he does think about you, the more he works. The bags under his eyes, the weariness of his voice, and the slump on his shoulders. No one has the heart or courage to speak up, because they knew he would only close up, return back to the old him when you still weren’t there in his life to brighten it up.

CHILDE is rather antsy, which results in him getting quite messy and irresponsible in his work. It frustrates him, but he doesn’t want to show it in front of other people, especially his subordinates. You are his strength, but you’re also his weakness as well. That is a fact he came to realize before you two had even gotten into a relationship, Yet, he accepted the challenge because he loved you—he has genuine feelings for you. It’s funny, right? A Harbinger, someone who inflicts pain to anyone, being hurt because of love. How childish, the others of his same occupation would think. But he’s proud of this relationship, of you. And he’s a mess without you, which is why you need to go back—you need to come back into his arms and make him feel whole again.

AYATO will often be seen waiting. By the lounge of the Kamisato residence, or maybe by the garden, sometimes strolling around, which will make his sibling, Ayaka, see him often. This will be a recurring habit of his, to await your return since he was too preoccupied to do his work. He will still do what he needs to, but whenever he had the chance, he waits patiently for your return. He’s selfish, he wants to see you first, to greet you first, to embrace you in his arms first. So please, just come back to him—that is his only prayer every single day.

ALBEDO works more to the point of overworking himself, much like Diluc. The only difference is that ALBEDO does this because he has no one to tell him to stop, to rest for a while—that was how convincing you were. You knew how to coax him into doing something someone like him doesn’t really need, but seeing how much you cared for him and his health, he will do so. Actually, he may even have a note by his desk, one that has your handwriting, reminding him to “Take a rest, my love.” He’d read it with your voice in his mind, making him smile unconsciously and stare at the note for a little while longer.

AETHER will try to find you. Even if he doesn’t look like it because he still does what he should while in the process of finding you, he made an oath with himself to do so, wherever you may be. He has faith that you and he will meet again. To gods be damned. The stars will one day align and make him see your eyes which he so longed for in the days you were gone.

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genshin boys: taking you out on doomsday

“i was ready to watch the world end with you.”

character/s: albedo, childe, kaedehara kazuha, gorou, scaramouche, thoma, xiao

note: 500 special hehe :”)) setting takes place in the modern era, in the middle of humanity’s last war before the preordained end of time. inspired by various prompts,, and absolutely huge thanks to my mutuals for saving my ass on this 😩😩

+ so this is love — ilene woods !!

ALBEDO

knowing albedo, he’d take you out to a covert meadow of flowers — a truly refreshing change of perspective, other than the previously sickening sight of rubble and detritus, and the dizzying whiff of rising clouds of fumes. you had expected your lover to whisk you off into his provisional laboratory in hopes of concocting some last-minute solution, but you’re only greeted by the melancholic sight of a hunched frame carefully unpacking some art materials and a worn-out sketchbook out of his light baggage.

albedo wants to craft art out of you — one more time, he claims. wants to trace your endearing blemishes and lovely curves onto canvas, wants to smudge sundry hues of acrylics squeezed out of the last bits of his flattened tubes, wants to remember the rose-tinted glasses he’s seen and loved you through for the flamboyant and blissful half of his dreary trivial life.

he paints your smile — the one with the lovely little crinkles scrunched in the corners of your eyes — and with each graze of pigmented bristles on the pristine sheet, he still refuses to understand why you hated an endearing aspect of yourself with such disgust. (if he could reason your beauty in words, there would be no reason to paint.)

he paints the sky — the faint black strokes of launched missiles hastily whooshing by — captures your unmistakable gaze towards the ethers and reflected how the world burned before your eyes. warm tan and burnt white smeared over wilting flowers, splashes of brilliant orange and charcoal on abstruse configurations of explosions. (it takes every single ounce of his mastered talents to make the end more picturesque than reality proves itself to be.)

each cautious brush and curve across the canvas feels somewhat heavier than the last one — it’s almost as if he’s carving the distinct image on his fair skin, forcing himself to hold onto the last fragments of the old memory even when he treks towards the afterlife.

if only we could feel what we remember, albedo thinks as he slowly loses himself in the immersive and quiet little sanctuary of your dainty meadow, giving himself a few selfishly borrowed seconds of innocence and forgotten normality before the clock finally reaches midnight — and not just remember what we felt.

CHILDE

in the apocalypse, childe would most likely take you out on his own spin of a moderately romantic getaway…accompanied with the familiar yet questionably illegal faces of cigarettes, heroin and cocaine — every kind of narcotic you could dream of and perhaps even more, while scavenging through the abandoned pitstops and deteriorating establishments.

he’d take you to one of the less perishing roofs, and you’d swing your legs over the edge of the building, puffing out smoke rings while watching the blazing fire slowly creep towards the starry sky.

childe has always kept the habit of thieving your cigarettes as well — snatching them from between your fingers when you had let your guard down, and bringing them against his lips with a knowing smirk. “damn it asshole, stop stealing mine!” you chided with an exasparated frown, slapping his shoulder out of spite.

and he’d only laugh while listening to you bicker about your purloined stick, before eventually pulling you into his chest for a sloppy excuse of a kiss. the prominent flavor of smoke pervades through your senses, and he smiles when your shoulders slowly relax, between every latch and press of his bitter-laced appendages on yours.

to him, you’ve always tasted better than any other drug. it’s honestly no surprise to either of you how much of an addict your lover has grown to become, and willingly hold himself eternally prisoner against the saccharine flavor glazed across every inch of your plush lips. (childe, he hears you whisper.)

but he doesn’t listen — his hand reaches to possessively cup your cheek and pull you into a deeper kiss fueled with passion. (childe, it comes again, this time a bit louder.)

he doesn’t want to listen — he can feel his own tears begin to tumble down his pallid face. (childe.)

(wake up.)

and he’ll finally break away with reddened eyes, met with the lonely sight of a mere cigarette stick left beside him on the crumbling roof. he stares down blankly at the pristine and untouched narcotic — it usually takes him a minute or two for the situation to register in his fuzzy mind. but when it does, his slender fingers would tremble while he instinctively pulls out another stick from his box, and frantically ignite it with the small flicker of his lighter. (come back.)

it won’t always work quickly. he blinks a few times, desperately puffs a handful of rings — and all of a sudden you’re sitting right beside him again, in all your unparalleled beauty and contemplative countenance, studying the rampant inferno that was gradually drawing closer to your presently collapsing structure. childe shakily sighs in relief with a dazed smile, closing his eyes as he lovingly intertwines his grimy fingers with your unblemished ones. “haven’t you gotten tired of this already?”

i love you — is what he wants to say, one last time, as the air soon grows heavy with the impending thick fog of fumes. but it doesn’t feel right to do so…not when it really wasn’t you he was talking to, and perhaps not when the both of you knew he was already about to die alone. “you know they won’t let me in heaven with you, darling. this is all i’ll have left of you before doomsday is over.”

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

(3:00 pm.) spending doomsday together would begin with him stumbling perchance across an untarnished concrete picnic table, despite the frequent collisions of launched bombs and the clockwork ringing of bullets echoing throughout the open territory of the oddly blooming hill.

(3:15 pm.) you’d both lay on top of the table beneath missile-streaked sunsets befalling across the skies, wondering who had placed it there and if they had been in love the way you both were. he’d pick you little flowers and hid them in spots the world would forget about. he’d write you haikus and poetry — you’d ramble about forever like it had always been there, and still was.

(5:47 pm.) you could do anything with him for hours, all to pretend like the world wasn’t clearly falling apart today. but as the soft rumbles of thunder reverberated through the moderately darkening sky, your dreadful circumstances felt like an uncomfortable itch steadily creeping up your skin, all the more harder to nonchalantly ignore.

(7:32 pm.) kazuha’s eyes are fluttered close, and his chest heaves gracefully in light breaths. you’re not certain if you have enough courage to do the same — not when you could hear the faint crashes of a rising tsunami and distant yet blood-curling screams from beneath your little hill, spreading across the expanse of pulverized establishments and growing louder by every inching second.

(8:26 pm.) short breaks in between words drew out to become longer pauses in your hasty sentences. your thoughts are messy and filled with terror, and yet his warm thumb rubbing comforting circles across your hand makes the frantic voices in your head quiet down. it tears your brain apart even more.

(10:07 pm.) it’s closer to the end now — he thinks, as he takes deep whiffs of your lingering scent when you’re wrapped securely in his loving embrace, as his feathery fingers trace the dips in your waist and the corners of your hips, seemingly trying to ingrain the vague perfume and the familiar shape of you in his mind. he wonders if the gods would allow him to be so selfish, to somehow take the memories of it with him to the other side.

(11:42 pm.) the thunder is getting louder, but there are no more screams. perhaps it’s just you and him left — and perhaps that’s the way it has always been.

(11:51 pm.) when you stare into his intimate ruby irises, it feels like the first time you’ve seen them all over again.

(11:56 pm.) you know i love you, right?

(11:57 pm.) i know, it’s okay.

(11:58 pm.) “close your eyes.” he breathes for the last time, in the softest of whispers.

(11:59 pm.) you listen and do as he says.

(12:00 am.) the world ends, and his eyes are on you.

GOROU

“well, what are you waiting for?”

the only one among all the boys who is (literally) trying to take you out. his fingers lightly tremble against the bizzarre sensation of the trigger — even the slightest of trivial movements could release the bullets locked in his barrel and fly rapidly over to you.

the violet sky rumbles with faint flashes of lightning, as the murky mantle of thickening fog encapsulates him and you. condensed droplets aggressively trample down the fractured streets you both stood on — the coldness of the trickling liquid across his grimy features sends him into a phase of further contemplation. it’s certain that your blood on his hands makes him loyal to sangonomiya, but does it make him loyal to you?

gorou presumes you think you know where his priorities lie — it’s evident in your softened gaze and loosened stance on your own gun, clear that you weren’t willing to fight nor disagree with loss to such a cruel ending. and if only his heart were as cold and bitter as he pretended it to be, perhaps he could easily get over this.

but it’s quite warm and rather insatiable…too greedy for both loyalty and you, determined and hopeful to not let either of them go. you forget that emotions could be stronger than rationality.

“do it. shoot me.”

“you know i can’t.” his voice cracks at the end of his sentence, the words ache in his burning throat. it’s childish, he knows — to think there was room for love in the end of the world.

the heavens roar with a thundering scream. it sounds like his mind, it feels like his heart. pull the trigger — you coaxed with desperation — your loyalty to them matters more than yours to me.

the deafening tempest refuses to subside, raindrops falling hard and bristling across your faces…it was perplexing to distinguish salty tears from the mild-flavored downpour. but if one thing was for certain amidst the strident chaos, it was the unmistakable sound of a distinctive gunshot reverberating throughout the abandoned metropolis.

a silhouette staggers before dropping their previously wielded gun, ensuing a petrified expression from the other unwounded and gaping figure.

gorou’s final breaths are stolen with raspy and incoherent words — his bright face grows pallid and seemingly haggard from pressing hard on his bleeding abdomen. if i die like this, at least i’d still have both.

he watches as you begin to negligently scamper forward, however the faint trek of a group of footsteps cause you to abruptly pause in your tracks. you can feel something like tears slowly well in the corners of your eyes — as you anxiously glance back and forth from your fallen lover, to the direction of the sound of approaching strides, wondering what was the better choice to make between the two.

run — gorou eventually mouths with a fatigued smile, the salty flavor of blood dominant and permeating his sense of taste. i’ll see you on the other side.

you stare at him in horror at the heartless suggestion, but the resonant treads grow louder with each passing second. fear creeps into your skin as you hesitantly take one dubious step back, shutting your eyes and incomprehensibly cursing beneath your breath, before soon breaking into a begrudging run for it without ever daring to look back.

he waits for your familiar profile to completely disappear behind the veiled mist, and lets out a shaky sigh of relief when you’re finally gone, masking his face with a bloody hand, as his vision blurs and the deluge eventually fades into a softer drizzle.

“i suppose doomsday even knows my world still ends with you, love.”

SCARAMOUCHE

stargazing.

it’s boring, it’s pathetic — it’s a complete and utter waste of what little ticking time of trickling sands in the hourglass is left,

yet despite all contradictory and reiterated protests he could try and reason with all day in the back of his mind…the time offered left to him wouldn’t be more than enough to draw an ultimately rational conclusion. and so he’s here.

the vast meadow of grass is not as comfortable as the stories always picture it out to be. it’s itchy and pokes through the sheer cloth of his garments, crawling with hundreds of bugs and inconspicuous puddles of mud in tiny pockets of space, it teems with too much radiance and natural life that he wished he could just crush it all within his calloused hands. the brilliant fires creeping from a considerable distance didn’t make it the circumstances any better either — it only caused the temperature to spike drastically (if it clearly wasn’t scorching enough already), and it was getting harder to simply take fresh breaths in the presently polluted expanse.

it’s so annoying — he grumbles lowly to himself as his fingers lazily trace the skin of your waist in obscure yet soothing patterns. your warm breath fans across his neck with your head leaning against his shoulder, and it doesn’t help the irritating sensation of tightness in his chest…if anything, you were only making his stupid useless heart beat worse.

scaramouche despises it, loathes the fluttering emotions with every mere fiber of his body, abhors the way you always stared at him like that — when did your eyes begin to look so different to him?

“the stars look nice tonight.” you hum in a soft voice, childishly pointing up to the illuminated sky. indigo irises ignore the cries and beckons of a sliver of it’s unwavering attention — constellations intricately crafted from meager white dots were not worth admiring up at when he already had you.

“stop moving, idiot. you’re making this more intolerable than it already is.” he scoffs through gritted teeth, noticing the flickers of fire writhing closer to your shared and clandestine little area. he watched as streaks of pearl white began to paint the gloomy ethers, slowly descending as it began to build momentum within its scintillating plunge. (so it seems their doomsday has come too.)

a thousand times — he knew it all too well. that if the stars were falling and the ground was shaking and the world was finally ending,

“scara?” came a trembling whimper from your lips.

he’d still find you.

“i’m here, loser.” his sooty fingers cup your cheek for one last time, gently caressing the undefiled patch of skin beneath your lovely yet defeated eyes.

and he hates it.

“just look at me.” he breathes in a weakened whisper, affectionately brushing the tip of his nose against yours. “keep your eyes on nothing but mine.”

he hates that he cares.

THOMA

in an apocalyptic world, he would probably take you out on a nice little joyride through the abandoned streets of billowing smoke and debris — after successfully managing to hijack a broken-down scarlet convertible, situated inside a crumbling garage under the neighboring building.

it takes every fiber inside of you to not slap your forehead at the childish idea of it, however the mere sight of your lover awkwardly posing beside the dilapidated vehicle tempts you to burst out in a fit of uproarious laughter. thoma’s heart flutters at the adorable sight of you biting back a wide smile, and he holds out his hand to you with a flashy sweep and a charming grin. “shall we be off, my lady?”

“we shall.” you snicker, taking in his warm fingers as you both slide into the worn-out car seats, sharing giddy smiles stretched across your flushed cheeks.

thoma would drive with no particular destination in mind — he would simply pass through the places you both used to know, and you’d spend the last hours together talking in languages so old, so foreign, that the mere fleeting memory of it so long turned to dust.

he would navigate off into the sunset, and you’d find yourselves lying on the hood of your convertible which was parked on a secluded cliff — watching the sky burn, with wisps of smoke and fog spiraling in the faint distance, as you two tangled yourselves in limbs and wondered if either of you would ever find such warmth once more on the other side.

“it just us against the world, my lady.” thoma breathed hoarsely against your lips with a bittersweet smile, absentmindedly twirling his fingers through your soft locks of hair. “i suppose it always has been that way.”

you stared at your reflection in his exhausted and teary-looking eyes — the sight of your familiar soiled face and blasts of illuminance behind the expanse of viridescent trees, witnessing its violent detonations and the frequent crackles of lightning gradually creeping closer to your little field. the whole world was reaching its impending doom, and yet it still felt like the beginning of everything and nothing.

“forever and always.”

XIAO

for xiao, the world has ended many times for him and began again in the morning. he neither pays heed nor attention to it when doomsday befalls the universe.

he met you at the end of the world — when he nonchalantly ambled through deserted streets with a grocery bag in hand, and saw you hunched on the rubbled sidewalk with an oddly unperturbed countenance. one curt conversation led to another, and the next thing he knew, you had persuaded him into sprinting together through the stranded roads in silly hopes of making less shittier memories before doomsday was over.

more had happened in the span of two fleeting hours than the past monotonous weeks of his transient life. your mismatched pair had eventually proved itself to be a rather interesting combination — your candid yet welcoming personality growing on his usually reserved character (it feels like evergreen ivy crawling across his pale skin.), how you two had the ability to hold a drawn-out conversation without ever running out of subjects to ramble about (it feels somewhat familiar, like traipsing through a warm home that wasn’t supposed to be his.), the mere fact that the world has ended for you too many times as well…doomsday doesn’t seem to faze you either anymore. (it feels like you’ve known each other longer than this.)

but there could be other peculiar things about you and him as well — like the tacit and undeniably electric sensation of each accidental brush within both of your cursory fingers, or perhaps the lingering scent of you infused all over his disheveled clothes…or it could have been the sugary taste of strawberries on your candy-coated lips when he pins your frame against the shadow of the brick wall to kiss you. (finally — he thinks, after agonizing hours and numerous instances of staring for too long.)

to the dying universe, doomsday was the skyglow tinged ethers burning from the rampant inferno, smeared with nuclear weapons and blood-curling screams that swept throughout the perishing expanse. it was the distant rumbles of thunder and blinding flashes of lightning, the towering tsunamis trampling over meager establishments and intimidating skyscrapers, the singularly inevitable omen of death and impending doom for all of life itself.

to the two fools, doomsday was the perchance meeting at the end of the world, seeping through the vulnerable crevices of tightly secured hearts and tearing down lofty walls you’ve compelled yourselves to build after enough pain. it was the sporadic warmth emanating from intertwined fingers, the merging silhouettes of two perched at the tip of a thin cliff, the faint ripples of laughter and clandestine smiles exchanged while the stars went out.

doomsday signaled both the beginning of an end — and the end of a beginning.

so this…is love.

Could someone be a dear and remind me who it was that wrote a pantalone fanfiction where the reader is Dottore's child? I don't remember whether it was gender neutral or not. Thank you very much in advance.

NSFW scaramouche please

Thank you

-anonymous

║Scaramouche║ Bothersome (R)

A/N: Sorry that this took a while.. ^□^" I was having a hard time to find motivation to write for this shorty. Also, a thank you to @/crownemo on Instagram for a particular edit that gave me motivation (it's been long overdue).

Gender-neutral reader. 

Warnings: Unprotected s*x. Choking. Foul language. Degradation (usage of sl*t, wh*re). Scaramouche.

Word count: 1k

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You don't know how it came to this-- from trying to see if he was okay with his work and offering him something to chow down- lest he starves- to you being forced to be down on your knees, cock forcefully shoved inside your mouth.

Your muffled pleas that were moaned into his cock goes unnoticed by him, his grip tightening on your hair in response. Shoving himself deeper into your mouth, his eyes squinted in disgust. “Tch, you’re so pathetic," he finally utters after a long silence, and just having himself in your mouth doing nothing more than just that.

"Don't try to act so meek now." He tugs on your hair, pulling you from his cock, mentally grinning at the saliva that trickled down your chin. "You know, I hate sluts like you who pretend to only want to help just to get fucked." He stood up from his office chair and with that, along with you. 

Once he got you on your two feet once again, he immediately turned you harshly by the hair and pressed your chest on the desk, moving the papers that he worked so hard to finish for the Tsaritsa. 

Getting on to it, he raised a hand and brought it down to your ass hard before rubbing the spot. You whimper at the stinging pain but secretly wished he'd continue-- "Tch. You're such a masochist," he said as if he could read your mind. "Unfortunately, I'm a little busy so I won't indulge into your fantasies today."

He grabs hold of both your arms and secured it behind you with a hand. His other hand went around your waist, slowly caressing your skin and stopping on your abdomen. Hot breath tickled your ears and you waited in anticipation for his next move. 

What felt like minutes were actually just few, agonizing seconds. "Haha, you look so stupid right now. You want my cock? Then you'll get it." Without much of a warning, he stuffed his cock into your tight hole that was left unprepared for him. 

Your legs failed on you at that moment as you let out a melodic moan. "Hnng- Damn it. I should've, I should've prepared you first," he groans, helping you stay on your feet. "Take.. Take it like the filthy slut you are." He pushes himself deeper until nothing of him is left. 

You moaned in both pleasure of having him stuffed inside and in pain at the burning sensation of your walls being stretched. 

Scaramouche did not care of how you were feeling, only thrusting himself slowly at first until just enough of your cum that coated his cock made it easier for him to go faster. You were a moaning mess under him. "You like this? Good because this is all your going to get tonight," he said, thrusting in the place that had left you seeing stars.

It wasn't long before you felt yourself close to release and Scara knew from feeling your walls squeezing around him. “Don’t you dare-- hngg-- cum yet,” he warned in a cold-sounding tone that was enough to frighten you even in such an erotic state. 

You did your best trying to hold it in but him pounding into you at such a crazy speed made you lose your mind. “P, please, Scara..! Let me.. C, cum,” you manage to choke out after a while through your endless series of moans, drool trickling down from the corner of your mouth. “I, I can’t..!”

“Heh, you can’t? Too bad, you’re not going to cum until I say so, got it?” Even though you couldn’t see it, you knew he was smirking, enjoying your tormented expression. At this rate, you will be cumming twice the load.

The need of release was unbearable and through your tears, you came all over him without his permission. Your cheek hit the cold, wooden desk as drool came down to dirty it. It made you feel so good that you didn’t realize that Scaramouche stopped thrusting. It wasn’t like you wanted to disobey him but your body came on its own, no matter how much you didn’t want to disappoint him.

“Hey,” Scaramouche pulls you by your hair harshly, making you yelp in surprise and joly back to your fear, “Did you not listen to a word I said, you pathetic whore?” He stares down at you, disgust and anger written all over his face. “Tch. You can’t listen to rules, huh?” 

He pushes your head back to touch the desk and grabs you by your neck, and starts thrusting into your sensitive hole once again. If the first time was too much for you, this time, he thrusts in an inhumane speed, hitting every inch inside you crazily good. “Scara..!” you manage to say. “I, I can’t.. P, please no more!”

“Oh? No more you say? First you were begging to cum and now that I’ve decided to make you cum twice, you say no?” His grip around your neck tightens and you could only choke out tears and moan, “You should be grateful that this cock is fucking you twice.” You made no noise, too exhausted to do anything but take him.

Since your first release was not too long ago and you were still sensitive, you felt your need to release build up inside you once more. “Heh, I can feel you squeezing tightly around me,” he says through gritted teeth as he pounds into you harder than before, also close to his release. “You better cum when I tell you to, got it?” He did not wait for an answer, knowing that you were fucked out to answer, but still had fear for him to listen.

Luckily, not too long after, you felt his thrust getting sloppier and sloppier by the second. Then, on his order, you came all over his cock again but this time, you felt yourself being stuffed full with his load. He did not stop right there, however, thrusting to you slowly, making sure that you were feeling full just as what he had thought you came to him for.

Afterwards, he releases his grip around your neck and pulls out. You shuddered at the missing feeling of his cock. 

“You look disgusting,” he says, seeing your messy and fucked out face. His eyes wandered around his desk, sighing at the mess that you’ve made. “I’m going to shower. This place better be clean when I get back, got it?” He did not wait for an answer and made his way out of the office. 

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║Scaramouche║Jealousy

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He doesn't know when so don't ask him. But he does know that you had somehow bewitched him into liking you because he couldn't explain what it is about you that had made him fall for you. Was it your hair? Eyes? Smile? Again, he doesn't know and all he could do is blame you for it.

His eyes stare lazily at the crowd, thoughts completely all about you and only you. He wishes he could see you-- oh, would you look at that? Not too far away, he spots a familiar stature, eyes looking at a list. You.

He pondered at today's date, crossing his arms. Based on his notes from observing you, you were out shopping for groceries. Oh, how could he forget that? That was the reason why he was out and about with no particular purpose tied to the Tsaritsa at all. He was grateful at how you always had a routine. That way, he could have these.. Encounters. He doesn't do much other than stare. Creepy, but he does not dare walk up to you to strike a conversation. He only does it when there is a really good excuse for them.

"I thought I'd find you here," a smooth voice spoke from behind the short male, a chuckle following after. Scaramouche had the look of annoyance at the sound that he loathed oh so much. "What do you want, pest?"

He does not need to look behind him to know that it was the young Harbinger, Tartaglia. The ginger chuckles, resting a hand on his hip. "Ouch, no need to be so venomous, old man." He does not even bother to feign hurt.

Scaramouche clicks his tongue, not once turning to see the ginger. "If you have nothing to say, leave. Can't you see I'm busy?" he spat. The taller male grins. "Oh? With what? Surely, stalking an innocent civilian isn't what you are busy about, is it?" Tartaglia has been watching for a while as well, but not at you-- Scaramouche, seeing as the sixth Harbinger started to act strange-- mainly towards you. He thought it was hilarious that a man such as the cruel sixth could easily coil under your words.

Scaramouche mentally curses at the male. "Piss off." He grits his teeth. This just made Tartaglia want to continue. However, a brilliant plan- much better than teasing Scaramouche- had crept its way in his head. Smirking evident in his tone, he bids goodbye to the short Harbinger.

"Good riddance," he mumbled to himself. His eyes had never once left your person as you move onto different stalls that had the needed items on your list.

Maybe he should go up and say a quick 'hello'? You two are friends after all. It wouldn't be awkward, right?

He bit the inside of his cheek, deciding against it. As much as he tops everybody, he cowers to interact with you and only pray that the Tsaritsa had something- anything- to give him a reason to interact with you. He thought it would seem awkward otherwise.

Sighing, he turns on his heels, planning on going to the training ground for new recruits and do something productive like watching new Fatui members bleed their guts out-- anything that would take his mind off of you.

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He doesn't know when, but the next time he saw you made his blood boil. Actually, it wasn't you that made him that way-- it was at the sight of you talking to the eleventh Harbinger with all smiles and laughter.

Were you two always that close for you to allow Tartaglia to put a hand on your shoulders? It was evident that the Harbinger was up to something when he put it there. Scaramouche doesn't know what type of game Tartaglia was playing at, but he didn't like it in the slightest.

He wanted to walk up and wrap his arms around you protectively while he hiss and glare at the eleventh. But he had to hold back. After all, it would seem weird since you two weren't lovers. Oh how he wished that you would leave the ginger already.

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If he was itching for a fight, Scaramouche would happily give it to him. It has been 2 weeks since and each day, Tartaglia always seemed free enough to hang around you. And you seemed undisturbed by it? How absurd! Had you not notice where that man puts his hands on you? That hand that the ginger holds is supposed to be his!

He scowls. He can't take this anymore. Scaramouche has finally figured out the game that the ginger started and tried not to fall for his petty trap to make him finally admit to you about his feelings. However, that didn't last long and he started to think that he should take this as a chance before that opportunity is no longer there; when Tartaglia has really fallen for you.

Taking a deep breath, he strides to you two with menacing glares thrown at the tall male. Tartaglia felt those eyes that he knew had been watching him since two weeks ago draw near, getting his attention, which soon caught yours.

"Oh? Why if it isn't gramps," Tartaglia greets, showing his signature smile that was usually a sign of trouble to come. Scaramouche stares long and hard at him before he turns to look at you.

"Scara, hello!" You smiled that smile he loves oh so much. His heart fluttered, almost forgetting the presence of a particular someone.

"Uh, so, gramps," Tartaglia starts, "(Y/N) and I are actually going out for lunch, so if you could speed it up.." Scaramouche shots another deadly glare at the male. It would have been scary to a normal person but since this is what Tartaglia wanted, he wasn't affected by it.

"You're not having lunch with them." With that, he grabs you by the wrist and drags you along with him. "H, huh? Wait, Scara, where are we going?" You look at the back of the short Harbinger before you turn to look over your shoulders at Tartaglia.

You thought he would stand there dumbfoundedly but instead, he waves at you with one hand as the other rested on his hips and balancing his weight on one leg. He gave a close-eyed smile, feeling proud that it had turned out the way he wanted. The eleventh wanted to follow to hear what cheesy thing Scaramouche would say, but he stops himself and decided to tease him later.

Now gone from sight after turning a block, Scaramouche pins you against a wall, both hands slammed beside your head. You yelped and hissed at the impact, closing your eyes instinctively.

"Hey, Scara, couldn't you just--" "I like you," he confesses, getting all words dying on your tongue. "Eh?" Silence followed after, and it seemed to you that there was a bird cawing not too far in the distance.

Did you hear that right? You look up and was met a flushed Harbinger who awaited for your response. "C, could you repeat that? I think water got into my ears when I took a bath this morning."

Scaramouche takes a deep breath and this time, said it loud and clear-- enough for you to comprehend. "I like you, (Y/N)," he said, the heat tingling his cheeks. Gosh, Tartaglia's spot would have definitely been given away by his laughter, if he was there.

"I like you too, Scara," you confess, a confused look on your face at the sudden confrontation. On Scaramouche's part, the light in his eyes twinkled like little stars dancing in the night sky. You liked him as well? A smile was threatening to break but before that could happen, he moves away and coughed onto his fist, clearing his throat soon after.

"W, well, I'm glad we have mutual feelings towards one another.." he said, face still slightly turned from you.

"But, Scara, can I ask what brought this up so suddenly?" you had finally ask. The Harbinger stare at you longingly and removes his fist from his mouth, scratching the back of his neck. "I was, uh, a bit jealous of.." He looks down, feeling embarrassed to say it. But you wanted an answer so he had no choice but to give it. "I was jealous of Tartaglia hanging around you."

Your heart fluttered. He looks adorable if you had to be honest. Who knew that he could be jealous by someone who was much younger than both you and him? You had long knew that the young Harbinger was up to something the moment he came up to you with the smile used when he was plotting something. You weren't that dense.

A laugh escaped your lips, getting the attention of the male. "H, hey, what's so funny?" His brows scrunched together in confusion.

You shake your head to dismiss the question and soon cup his face, bringing him close so that your foreheads were touching. Staring longingly into his indigo eyes, you spoke. "There is no need to be jealous because my heart belonged to you long ago."

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║Scaramouche║Mr. Short

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"Haha, is it in your family blood or did you just not eat your veggies?" The eleventh Harbinger, Tartaglia, laughs mockingly at the height difference between himself and the sixth Harbinger, Scaramouche.

Scaramouche clicked his tongue and turns his head away, crossing his arms in full displeasure. "Hey, hey, Pedrelino, take a look at this guy!" He calls on over, waving his hands as he beckons you closer with one hand while his other rested upon Scaramouche's hat. Yes, one of your a great many alias was Pedrelino. That being said, yes, you were a Harbinger.

Scaramouche's face flared red in anger. "Grr, cut that out you fucking bastard!" he growls, shooing the ginger's hand away which just pushed Tartaglia to mock him even more, all the while laughing.

"What are you going to do? Punch my face? I'd like to see you try," he laughs, clutching his stomach as he tries to take it down a notch.

Scaramouche glares at him, jaws tightening as well as his fist. Without warning, Scaramouche kicks the eleventh right on his reproductive system hard. Tartaglia's eyes widened as he stiffened up before falling onto the floor whilst clutching his part, groaning. "No, but I can do that," Scaramouche spat, glaring eyes hovering the taller male.

He walks away from the groaning male and to you. "Uh, Scara, you know you could've killed him." You chuckled forcefully as small beads of sweat trickle down your forehead.

"That was my plan." He clicks his tongue, taking one more look at the eleventh. "Too bad he didn't." More sweat went down your head, but said nothing and gave him a forced, close-eyed smile.

"Then, should we go now?" you asked, changing the topic. He silently nods and the two of you left the place where Harbingers would group up, leaving the ginger aching on the floor.

It wasn't anything strange for you to hang around Scaramouche. In truth, you two were lovers. Surprising as it sounded, it was a fact that not even the Fatui diplomats could avoid.

How did someone as cruel as Scaramouche, ended up with you, someone who is completely the opposite and more outgoing than he was? That was one if the great mysteries of Teyvat and the only ones who knew the answer to that was you and Scaramouche.

"Master Pedrelino!" A Fatui underling calls your name in a rush, drawing your attention to your side. "Hm? What is it?" you ask. The diplomat looks to short male beside you who was glaring at them. "Sir, I've been sent with a message by the Tsaritsa about your mission," they said, gulping back a lump in their throat under Scaramouche's gaze.

"Oh? Could you hold onto that until tomorrow?" you said all the while smiling. "But, sir, the Tsaritsa.." the diplomat trails. "The Tsaritsa is important, yes, but I'm about done with my fair share of work today," you reminded them kindly that it was literally time to go home and have dinner.

"Ah, my apologies, Master Pedrelino. I have forgotten the time. Please, pardon me of my rudeness," they said, bowing their head's down. You laughed it off, waving your hand in front of you in small motions as a way to say that it was fine. "It's alright, you're just doing your job. Anyway, I'm sure you're dying to go home too, yes?"

"A, ah, yes, I am. Then, have a good night, sir, and you too, Master Scaramouche." The diplomat quickly leaves, your smile not dropping from your face at the retreating figure. "Tch. Look at how loose your subordinates are, (Y/N)," Scaramouche comments, calling you by your name now that you two were done with work, "This is all because of your carefree ruling."

You chuckle. "Well, if I were to scare them, they would apply to be moved to another Harbinger and then we wouldn't get anything done for the Tsaritsa just like a little somebody," you teasingly comment. He clicks his tongue. "They are fine under my ruling," he said, referring to his subordinates, and crossed his arms while looking somewhere else.

You chuckled and place a hand on his hat. "Whatever you say, shorty." "Has Tartaglia rub his filth on you? Do you want me to go back and kick him again?" He glares. "Haha, no need. I'm sure you'll kill him for sure." You dismiss his serious tone. "I was planning on it."

Not wanting to actually make him turn around to kill the brunette, you stayed silent until you two got home. "Anything you want for dinner?" you ask, making your way to the kitchen as soon as you stepped inside. "No," he simply answers, taking of his ridiculously large hat and setting it down on the living room's sofa.

"Okay. Wash up and come back down, I'll have dinner ready by then," you said, soon hearing him go upstairs after a quick 'okay' from him. As promised, dinner was ready and the two of you ate whilst enjoying a nice conversation.

You joined him in your shared bedroom shortly after you showered, getting under the blankets with him. "What are you reading?" you ask, crawling on top of him-- encaging him between your arms and closing your eyes, sighing. "A book," he answers blandly. You chuckled. "I know that it's a book. What is the book about?"

"A person," he answers, yet again in a bland tone, eyes glued boredly onto the pages. "Wow, that totally sums it up," you huffed. "If you want to know, you can read it after," he said. You smiled. "No, I'm good."

A comfortable silence was shared between you two and the only sounds to be heard was the rustling of pages being turned and his loud heartbeat that was right beside your ears.

Slowly, your eyelids fell heavy, the sound of his rhythmic heartbeat lulling you to sleep. Soon, you fell asleep. Scaramouche continued on, not realizing that you had fallen asleep until he finished the book.

"Huh, (Y/N)?" He looks down to see you sleeping. His brows furrow in disbelief and places the book on the bedside table.

He tried to nudge you off of him, but you were simply a much bigger man than he was. He sighs and with nothing to do about his situation, he slid his body underneath you.

Actually, he didn't mind the added warmth, but he rather not be caught dead with you on top of him, although most already know of your relationship. He just awkward, let's be frank.

He takes a glance at your face and every little detail of it-- your long eyelashes that would flutter once in a while whilst you dream, your nose, and lips. The sigh that left his lips soon after sounded irritated, but really, he wasn't. Not one bit.

To prove it, a small smile tug the corner of his lips and whispered, "Good night."

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║Scaramouche║Tsundere

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It was a secret and a secret shall it stay.

The sixth Harbinger is harsh, cruel, cold, and sadistic. That is the image he painted for himself so if he were to be caught dead with a lover, what would come to the reputation he built up himself? He is not one to show kind emotions towards any of his subordinates so he shouldn't be lenient with you.

"Are you mocking me?" Scaramouche snaps at one of his subordinates, looking down at the underling as if they were the most disgusting thing he has ever saw. "N, no, I'm not, my lord.. I spoke out of turn," they stammer, feeling humiliated as he is being scolded in front of you and other Fatui members.

No one spoke up, forced to watch the scene before you unfold. He was scary, you admit, but there was a charm to him that drew you in-- a charm that no one else but you know. "Tut. I have no time for pests like you," Scaramouche snarls. "Leave my sight."

"B, but, my lord, the Tsaritsa--" "I don't care what the Tsaritsa ordered you. I don't want you here." His eyes reflected his tone; harsh. "If you want to live, then you best not make me angry."

The underling quickly left, but not before paying respect to his superior out of fear, and to never return to his ruling. Once gone from sight, Scaramouche's expression fell to a relax one. "All of you.. Just go. I can't deal with this." He sighs, massaging his temples.

His subordinates turn to leave, not daring to say anything more to upset him-- unless they had a death wish or something. With one more glance at the Harbinger, you turn to leave. However, you were stopped by his commanding voice. "You stay. I have things to talk to you about," he beckons you back.

You could feel the uneasy stares you're receiving from the other Fatui underlings, but did not dare wait to find out what sort of bullying you'll receive.

Once gone from sight, Scaramouche sat on a fairly large rock and sighed, using his arms as support to lean back. "Damn those pests. All they are good for is being stupid," he states to no one in particular, closing his eyes.

You stood there, observing the short male silently. Then, "What are you doing just standing there?" he asks, his deep coloured eyes reflecting off of yours. He pats the empty space beside him, silently ordering you to come sit.

Once you did, he rested his head on your lap, hat off on the ground. "You're not going to ask for permission?" you joked, gone was your silent and diligent persona now that there was no one else around. "Shut up.." he mumbles, but after a while, he asks, "You don't mind, right?"

You chuckled. "Not at all," you answered, putting a hand on his head. "Good." Your hands began to move on his head, stroking his soft, indigo hair. He sighs to your touch and feel his shoulders relax.

Enjoying the silence, you thought back to when you were a fresh recruit that was assigned under his ruling. You were scared, honestly, when you heard other Fatui underlings whisper how cruel he was to his subordinates-- even going as far as to leave physical scars on their body.

However, you could say that you have gotten the shorty's amusement and even his heart. It was strange when he first approached you on your day away from him-- who knew he could be infatuated to a weaker person than he was? Well, none of that matter now. All you need to know- and he'll remind you again- was that you were his.

Honestly, you wished that you two could leave the Fatui and abandon your duties as a member, but you knew that Scaramouche seeks something that only the Tsaritsa could offer and wouldn't give it up for the world.

"Hey, why did you stop?" he asks, upset that you stopped stroking his head. "Oh, sorry.. I didn't realise I did," you chuckled. He huffs, but relaxed once again under your touch, closing his eyes as he does.

"Hey," he calls shortly after silence. "I'm not 'hey', Scara," you jokingly reply. He clicked his tongue at your one sided humour. "Whatever. Uh, could you.. Uh.." he trails, the words after the dying on his tongue.

"Hm? What was that, Scara?" You look down at the Harbinger, seeing his cheeks slightly tinged with pink. "C, could you, uhm.." The dusted pink began to brighten up, visible to you that you are sure that the light isn't pulling any tricks.

His eyes averts to somewhere else as he tries to speak. "Can you.. Tell me those words..?" he finally mumbles out. You blinked a couple times, registering his words but coming up empty. "Huh? What words?" you ask, hoping he'd answer.

"Y, you know.. The one where you.." He pauses, his face warm and tingly from the blood rushing to his face. "Like me..?" he whispers. It was barely audible, but you heard it.

Your lips cracked into a smile and you cackled. Who knew that he could be so cute? You laughed so hard that tears were forming at the corner of your eyes. "H, hey!" Scaramouche's face turned a deeper red, feeling embarrassed and wishing that he didn't say anything at all.

He clicks his tongue and turn on his side to face away from you. "Hey, hey, don't turn away from me," you out a hand on his shoulder, trying to budge him to turn him onto his back again

Your laughter now dying out, you stare at the shorty's side profile. Knowing that he won't look at you, you catch him by surprise by placing a kiss on his cheeks. And finally, he turns, face flushed as he touches his cheek. "I love you, Scara." You gave a close-eyed smile. His heart fluttered, but he wouldn't say that out loud-- not even in a million years.

Still having him lie on his back, he averts his eyes once more. ".. I, I know that.." Chuckling, you leaned closer to his face and instead of a kiss on his cheeks, you placed your lips onto his, catching him suprised yet again.

Scaramouche stares at you blankly, the wheels turning in his head visibly represented by his expression. You grin, making a small comment, "You're such a tsundere."

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║Scaramouche║Nyah!?

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Even though he appeared as the cruel and scary Sixth Harbinger, it wasn't all that hard for you to get close to him- seeing as your opposite attracted him to you out of pure curiosity. At first, you were indeed a tad bit scared when you bumped into him as he had a scary aura with a face to match it. Even the following encounters with him were not the best of memories-- putting a knife to your throat was not a nice experience.

In truth, you don't even know how you got inside his walls of thorns and is now hanging out with him as if the encounters didn't happen like it did. Well, that was a long time ago and now, you two were on a more intimate level than friendship.

"Why won't you let me see him?" you ask, pointing towards a closed door as your brows furrowed. You went to visit him at the inn he stays at in Inazuma a couple of times now, but any and all attempts to see him were turned down by one of his subordinates. It has gotten to the point where you began to show how much you were upset. "I'm sorry, but Master Scaramouche ordered us to tell everyone who comes to see him to leave."

"I'm his lover. Can't you just let me take a peek inside?" you ask, growing more irritated the longer you stood outside his room. The Fatui underling shook their head. "I'm sorry. Master Scaramouche has specifically ordered that you are to not step inside."

Your face fumed a shade of red. "Tell him to come outside if he doesn't want me to go in then! He has locked himself up for a week now!" you raised your voice to the unwavering underling. "I'm really sorry. But even we were told not to disturb him."

Day and night, the Fatui would guard his door while he locks himself up in a dark room. You don't know if he has eaten at all.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to go with Plan B, seeing as the underling was strong in their stands to stop you. You turned around and walk a couple steps away from the door before quickly rushing back and attacking the underling, knocking them out with a thud. "I'm sorry, but I need to have a chat with Scaramouche," you quickly say to the Fatui.

Opening the door without making a creaking sound, you were greeted with a dark room. The furniture inside were outlined with the only light source-- the light from outside. You strain your eyes inside and could vaguely see a silhouette of a man. "Scaramouche?"

The silhouette flinches at his name, quickly getting on his feet. "(Y/N)? How did you get in? Those worthless.." "I knocked the one outside, sorry," you add, hoping that it would save the poor subordinate's life.

"Just go." His voice was harsh, but you stayed unwavering in the dark. "No. I haven't seen you at all and I'm getting worried about your health," you said, feeling the wall beside you for the light switch. "There's no need to worry about me so just go."

Dismissing his words, you continued to feel the wall until you finally found it. "Aha!" With that, you clicked the switch. Smiling, you turned to look at Scaramouche, but that soon fell when you had taken a look at him, eyes wide and full of shock.

In front of you, stood the same Scaramouche that you knew, but with a slight difference; he had cat ears. "Scara, I.." You were at a lost for words, flabbergasted by the two furry things on his head. His face was showed embarrassment with deep dusted red on his cheeks. He adverts his eyes to the ground, not wanting to look at your silly expression. "I told you to go.." he mumbles quietly, no longer were there harshness in his tone.

You two stood there quietly; one with embarrassment and one with wide eyes. "Hey, if you're gonna laugh, just do it already and leave," he snap, eyes still glued on the ground.

You were surprised at his words, but that was replaced with a smile, walking closer to the Harbinger and stopping at his foot, but not before closing the door behind you. He moves his head up to look at you, confusion written on his face.

Looking at his cat ears one more time, you place a hand on top of his head, looking at him with an earnest smile. You watched as his face turned red again, your smile growing wider. "Y, you.. W, what are you doing?" he asks.

You chuckled, not answering his question and instead, stroke his head. This only made Scaramouche's warm face even hotter. "H, hey..!" You hushed him, giving him a close-eyed smile.

Giving into your wishes, he closes his eyes and allows you to pat his head. He admits, he quite like the warm feeling on his head, but he would never say that out loud. However, that one thought betrayed him as a low and quiet purr leaves him. And to make things more worse for him, the room was still so the purr was quite loud enough for you to hear.

You two stare at each other, both of your eyes widened at the surprisingly cute sound. "I..!!" Scaramouche stammers, words dying out in him. You quickly regained your composure, your smile returning to your lips. "Do you want a hug?" you ask. Hesitantly, Scaramouche answers by nodding his head, wishing that a meator fell on him at this point.

You two got comfortable underneath the blankets, Scaramouche resting on top of you as you continue to stroke his head. You notice that he also has a tail to match his ears which you found adorable. His arms wraps around your waist and his tail wrapped around one of your legs.

"Is this why you locked yourself up for a week?" you ask softly. He subtly nods, burying his head deeper in order to hide his face. "If that's the case, there was no need to hide." You chuckled at his childish gesture.

"I wouldn't be caught dead with these things by a subordinate," he mutters. You laugh, a smile so wide that it could hurt. "How did you get them?" He was quiet for a few seconds before answering you. "It doesn't matter.. Can we not talk about this?"

"Well, they are very cute. I kinda want it to be permanent," you state in a joking manner. "Shut up.." he snaps quietly. You feel him growing tired under your touch. He was enjoying this and you knew, although he wasn't going to confess anytime soon.

You kissed the crown of his head, hearing light snores coming from the male. "Sleep tight, Scara."

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║Scaramouche║Cold Heart

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You should have known. The moment he came into your life with a suspiciously bright attitude with all sunshine and rainbows despite how he looks-- it should have been obvious that he wanted something from you.

"Why are you doing this?" you ask, looking up at him as tears drip onto the wooden floor. Where did the man you loved go? The one who stood before you was nobody you know. He was different; cold.

Scaramouche looks down at your body that sat on the floor, one side of your cheek red from the slap you received from him. "Why?" he repeats, kneeling on one knee to be on your eye level. "Because I came to collect your parents' debt."

Your eyes widen in disbelief, realization sticking down upon you. "Yeah, that's right, (Y/N)." A sadistic smile adorns his crazed eyes as he cups your chin. "It's been years since they paid-- even going to another nation to hide. But now matter, we Fatui will always find our debtors."

Your eyes follow as he stands up, looking down on you as if you were some pest. "But I must praise them." He gestures behind him-- to the two lump of bodies on the floor. "They actually got away from us for a long time."

"Anyway, I guess I'll take them being dead as their payment," he said, making his way to the front door, fixing his hat.

Just before he could step outside, you had to ask, "Then, why did you pretend that you loved me?" Your voice croaked, filled with betrayal and sadness. Scaramouche turns his head to look at you, eyes holding no affection towards you. A smile crept on his face, quite amused by your question. "Why? I thought that I'd toy with you for a little while," he answers. "I not only get to kill your parents, but break their precious child as well. I'd say that's double the entertainment."

It was unbelievable and sickening to think. You gave him your love and even showed yourself in your most vulnerable state in an enclosed space, but he only gotten entertainment from all that?

"You bastard." You grit your teeth. "I'll kill you!" Scaramouche laughs at your words, finding it hard to believe that you could even stand a chance against him. His body now somewhat facing you, he stares at you side eye with wicked eyes as a hand covers part of his face. "I'd like to see you try."

With that, he leaves you in the dark house with only the sun that shone through the open door as your light.

Now far from your sight, Scaramouche was left to his own thoughts. Admittedly, he did love you. When he first saw you out on the streets? That's when he fell for you. He really did enjoy the time he spent with you, already missing your warmth and smile that was his world.

He didn't know his debtors had a child, so when he knew, he was torn. He wanted to leave the Fatui then and there, but there would be nothing for him after and he knew that he would be killed by the other Harbingers for betraying the Tsaritsa.

However, he didn't need to kill you so he left you alive, although knowing how much hate you now had for the little Skirmisher. He knows that there was nothing he could do to amend the relationship and he accepts that, waiting for the day when you come to hunt him down.

"Then kill me, (Y/N), because I am a wicked man."

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NOOOOO I'M TAKING HIM WITH ME I'M TAKING HIM WITH ME OR I'M STAYING

Aether and Lumine can drag their asses back to Tevyat if they wanna see their older sib again because I'm staying with Wanderer 😭 give that puppet a tiny kiss

(from this and this!) the fact you chose him out of your own siblings—him, the discarded puppet who was never enough. you could have chosen to stay for one of the archons, for the people and the gods you’ve helped. hell, even one of the multitude of friends you’ve made in your travels across teyvat, but the fact that you chose him? he doesn’t quite believe it, ears ringing and heart stuttering as he asks you if you could repeat what you said. and you smile indulgently, ever so soft, ever so sweet, ever so you that he can’t help himself from falling all over again when you say, “of course i’m not leaving, silly. i promised i’d stay, didn’t i?”

he stumbles, nearly trips on his own feet as he rushes to throw himself at you, burying his face in your shoulder as he cries in relief. and you hold him, unbothered by the wetness gathering in your clothes, strong arms secured around him—real, just like the fact that you’re staying with him. staying for him.

and oh, he realizes, welcoming the warmth in his chest, this is what it means to love someone.

can’t stop thinking about scara who wakes up from his slumber much much later than he did in canon. traveler!reader, who’s looking for their siblings, aether and lumine, stumbles upon innocent!scara during your time in inazuma and he just. follows you along like a lost puppy, practically imprinting on you at first sight as he decides, yes, this is the person i will be following for the rest of my life.

you teach him about this world, showing him little tricks using multiple elements and laughing when he gets all pouty after you tell him that wielding multiple elements isn’t possible for him. you like protecting him, even though he says he doesn’t need protection, but you never fail to remind him about that one time he cried after getting burnt by a pyro slime. he gets all red in the face and shy whenever you bring it up.

he does worry, on nights when you’re asleep and the only company he has is the stars, that you’ll leave him someday in your pursuit of finding your siblings. and it’s inevitable, perhaps, but he’d like to cling on to this small slice of happiness, pressing himself closer to you and ignoring your sleepy protest about how his toes are too cold.

you won’t leave him, he’ll make sure of it. he just has to convince you, is all.

i think we can all agree that kunikuzushi is the biggest tittie lover in existence that man loves boobs n i know it

So true though!! I believe that any men with mommy issues likes boobies <3333

[cw: afab reader, he licks reader's nip at the end, this is an au where the fatui stuff didn't happen and reader whisked him away from tatarasuna to narukami island and he healed through reader's guidance, implied smut at the end]

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"Hehe, you look comfortable, Kuni."

If you listen closely, you could hear a sort of purring sound coming from the doll. His fair face displays a blissful expression, as if he'd forgotten any and all tribulations of this world, choosing to bury those trivial concerns away in favour of enjoying this moment. When this cute, innocent doll nuzzles his face in between your breasts, you don't even mind the hand that slides up from your waist to cup one of your mounds.

"That's because they are soft…like pillows."

Kunikuzushi seems proud of that realisation; as if he discovered something new and profound.

He looks up at you for approval, indigo irises picking up sparkles in the Inazuman sun. You caress his face, feeling a slight warmth in his blush-tinted cheeks.

"Do you feel embarrassed to touch me like this?"

The puppet shifts, avoiding your gaze. "A little. This feels…intimate."

You chuckle. "Oh but Kuni, we've done plenty of other intimate things."

"I know that but," he hesitates. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"No, not at all! In fact, it makes me happy that you like my breasts so much!"

Kunikuzushi relaxes and returns to his rightful place: his face flush against your boobs. He rubs against you like a cat marking its territory and it's then when something snaps inside you.

"I'm going to do something a bit rough, okay?"

Kunikuzushi tilts his head but before he could ask, your hands gently grab at his scalp before you completely smothered him with your boobs.

"Mmf?!"

Kunikuzushi panics for a moment before he realises that he doesn't need to breathe and wraps his arms around your waist to pull himself closer. Your scent, your warmth, your softness feels so overwhelmingly good that he can't help but go red. And your praises and coos as you pat his head doesn't help. The doll goes slack and you immediately let go of him.

"Kuni?! Kuni, are you okay? I'm so sorry! I thought that–"

The puppet pushes you to the ground, cutting off your worried rambling. He leans down, tongue darting out to lick your clothed nipple.

"(Name), can I feel you more?"

loyalty to the raging tempest

CW: This contains spoilers from the new archon quest. Read at your own discretion.

"You can start a new life here if you want to."

The God of Wisdom's words echo in your mind as you watch your Lord's unmoving figure on the hospital bed. You saw his fall, from the proud and cruel harbinger to a lifeless puppet who had its heart taken away. With Scaramouche's defeat and the Fatui branding you a traitor for refusing to return with the Doctor, you had nowhere else to go… until the Dendro Archon offered you sanctuary in her region.

"Gravedigger… You will regret this." The Doctor spits with the promise of your death.

"I'm sure the matra would be willing to take you in. Creating a final resting place for the dead is also necessary." In contrast, the Dendro Archon's kindness promised protection.

She was right. Under her watchful gaze, no one will be able to lay a hand on you in Sumeru. You can leave everything behind; even the pitiful puppet in front of you. Truthfully, Scaramouche was an awful person. No one in the Fatui liked him and your colleagues would often give you pitying looks once you got summoned to his side. You've lost count of how many times you were punished for not following his orders perfectly.

But still, for some reason, you can't leave him alone. Perhaps it's because of the way he looked at you when you first met. The look of recognition, fury, and something else. You remember him looming over you, staring at your dirt-covered body - the result of digging tirelessly in the cold mornings of Snezhnaya, all in an effort to create a tomb for a soldier you hardly know. Once you lock eyes, you see a raging tempest and you wonder what he's seeing when he looks at you.

"Pitiful. What's with that look in your eyes? Are you merely a doll who knows nothing more than to roll around in the dirt? Perhaps I should call you a rat."

You nod, but that seemed to make him angrier. As insulting as his words are, you really don't know anything else. In a distant memory, you see the blurry faces of your mother and father, hear their whispers of your duties and how it is important to create a final resting place, you remember the old shovel they handed you before you dug your first grave and the sight of their backs as they left for a mission and never returned.

You feel his attack before you see it. Your vision glows and you parry the blade of electro he sends towards you. You get thrown back, and you feel the air get knocked out of your lungs as you slam into a tree.

"...Good. It seems you're not entirely hopeless."

You stand up on shaky legs, tensing as he steps closer and closer. He scoffs as you raise your weapon defensively. He probably thought fighting you was mere child's play.

"Work under me. I'm sure I can find some use for a little rat like you."

And he did find some use for you. Before you knew it, you became his right hand… or maybe "errand runner" was a better description for your job. "The Balladeer's Servant", others would whisper behind your back as they see you tailing the Harbinger's figure. You were at his beck and call and usually the one that bears the brunt of his anger (or as you like to call it in your head - his temper tantrums.) It was exhausting work; trying to keep up with his demands.

But sometimes, you would see the eye of the storm. He was calm in those times, his voice losing the sharp edge it always seemed to have - like a storm temporarily diminishing into a gentle, soothing rain.

"What are you looking at? …The cherry trees?"

He hums, tipping his hat up as he stares at the lush pink trees, not minding the rain of petals falling on him due to the strong gust of wind. You think that he looks very beautiful.

"I don't need anything. Just stay there and don't make a sound."

You watch him collapse in pain after enduring the Doctor's experiments. Regardless of his protests, you help him get settled on his bed. You silently question why he doesn't see himself as a human. After all, he feels pain and suffering, just like everyone else.

Your current situation reminded you of those quiet nights with only the candle light to keep you company. But instead of seeing your Lord's eyes open the next day, he's been asleep for more than two months. Just as you think he's never going to wake up, he stirs from his slumber one morning, jolting you awake.

"...My Lord?" You call, making his pretty eyes focus on you.

"You're still here?" He mutters in disbelief, like he expected you to be gone from his side.

"Why wouldn't I be? I pledged loyalty to you, didn't I?"

Your honest words stun him into silence. He narrows his eyes, looking for a lie, a hint of deception and desire for personal gain.

He finds none. Just an honest fool that he picked up from the dirt littered with flowers and concrete.

"Idiot."

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"̵͉̐̈́S̷͍̜̓c̶̱͎̈ặ̸̪̕r̴͚͎̉̍ă̵̤m̴̻̃̀ö̴̤̣́̈́u̷͍̙̽c̷͓̘͠h̷͈̟̉̀ė̸̗"̷͚͍͒̚ ̶̲̈ǎ̸̲͋ń̶͖̥̐d̷͉̒ ̴̤͍͗̀"̸̬̳̈K̴̤̤͝ả̵̰̈͜b̶̦̱͝u̶͖͚͋ķ̷͆̀ì̵̦̙̓m̸͓̥̑ô̸̠̥͝ṉ̴̦̀͆o̶͖̘͑́"̵̟͂ ̸͖̆̀ͅw̷͕͆̊ǐ̶̺̮l̷̦͋̅l̴͔̹̈́ ̴̫͗̾ç̵̖͋́ẽ̶̯̺ả̸͎̒ş̴̪͒e̶̳̼̍ ̵͍̱̿t̸̬̍̀ọ̸̩̒̍ ̶̻̯̿̚e̷̤̎̚x̵̼͗ì̷͉͈s̴̯̈̈t̸̡̻́.̸̬̏

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"Do you… do you remember him?"

A floating fairy that carried the scent of stars asked you as she gestured to the man in blue. Four pairs of eyes stare at you in anticipation as you gaze at the man with a frown. He crosses his arms as he waits for your answer. You weren't expecting this strange turn of events at all. Your life was finally becoming peaceful under the kindness of the Dendro Archon. She gave you a home and a place to work. You needed nothing more. And yet, you feel like things are about to go upside down again with the presence of this strange man.

"I'm sorry. I don't know him." You said. Their gazes turn uneasy and the man in blue's neutral expression breaks for a moment.

"...But I feel like I should." You added, stepping forward to get a closer look. Not expecting the close proximity, he flinches and moves back, as if electrocuted.

"How dare-!"

"What's your name?" You ask, not paying attention to the spark of anger and embarrassment that appeared in his eyes.

"...Give me one." He says with a sigh.

"Pardon?" Did this familiar stranger really ask you to name him?

"How fascinating…" The Dendro Archon mumbles, placing a hand on her chin as she regards you with curious eyes. "Their memories were definitely erased… but somehow, the connection you formed with them was so strong that it resisted the data deletion process. There is a saying that the heart and mind are two separate things. In this case, the mind may have forgotten, but the feeling is still there. It seems you've garnered someone's loyalty regardless of your lack of divinity."

"...I suppose that's enough." The man in blue looks away, tipping his hat over his eyes.

"Well? Have you thought of a name yet?" He addresses you and you find yourself at the center of attention once again. They were actually serious about naming him…

"How about…"

The man in blue closes his eyes. You think you see the corner of his lips twitch upwards into a small smile.

tbh kuni being a tittie lover is so true and i stand by that

“Do you not understand that you have ascended in the top stratum of mortals with my offer?” The emphasis tacked on his words was hard to miss, along with the clear frustration etched across his face that seemed to deepen together with your incredulity.

“Do you know what I think? I think you need to sleep.” You tugged and spread the blanket over your legs, inching just close enough to the bonfire to keep you warm throughout the night.

In disapproval or disbelief, he groaned loudly and treaded heavily in front of you. “And how do I sleep?” He sneered on your face. “How do I sleep in this condition? Pray tell.”

You closed your eyes, humming to the tune of the sleep beckoning you closer. “Well, first and foremost, you need to shut your mouth and lay down.”

“Mortals surely are the daftest creatures that have graced Teyvat. They cannot realize a blessing when they see one. How absurd,” he droned on. His mumbling and murmuring went on for minutes, deliberately causing disturbance to a rather pleasant night under the clear starry sky.

Your nose flared in impatience that you bolted upright, grateful that the blanket did not fly to the nearest fire, before facing him. “And how is refusing you to touch my breast considered daft?”

Immediately up for the challenge, he crossed his arms over his chest and stared you down. “Ha! You do not understand the weight of your words, do you? You should’ve considered yourself fortunate.”

“I have allowed you ten nights to touch my breasts while you sleep because you said it was cold. And despite seeing no correlation between the weather and your hand on my chest, I have let you in your freedom.” You were face to face with him. None of you seemed aware of the mere inch that’s separating your faces. “Tell me, what makes you so addicted to it?”

“They are soft! And supple! And I like how they feel on my hand!” He was out of breath when he finished.

So were you, with the force of his confession. It was you who broke the eye contact first by stomping back to your place.

“You can say I have grown accustomed to them,” he continued. “Perhaps one day I shall see them for myself—”

“Stop talking,” you deadpanned before breathing deeply. At last, you looked at his direction. “C… come here.”

Against the fire, you would’ve thought that his eyes brightened up a fraction. But you knew better than anyone else how he liked to keep his emotions at bay no matter the circumstances.

“You can touch them,” you murmured. “But I have rules.”

“Madness!” he was quick to retort. “You dare make rules?”

“Alright, then, good night.” You pulled the blankets over you again and prepared to lie down.

He sighed, long and ingested with patience. “Alright, alright. I will hear them: your rules.”

You raised one finger. “One, you should not speak anymore. Two, you shall not squeeze—” He gave you a stupefied look. “I’m serious. I cannot sleep when you do that. And those are my rules. How about that?”

“Shall not squeeze? You are merciless. Even I wouldn’t have thought of such cruelty.”

“Stop the nonsensical drama and lie down. Now. We have a long way ahead of us tomorrow and we shall get all the rest we can.” You tapped the space beside you, firm and solid on your words.

Surprisingly, he did not raise any more objections about the set-up. He positioned himself beside you, his hand crawling inside your shirt and finding the treasure there. Like a warm kerchief, his dainty hand cup your breast. It was only a matter of time after that before you heard him softly snoring. Again, for the 11th day, it would seem as though you were to sleep with burning cheeks and swirling stomach.

ᵔᴗᵔ . . 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗲 !

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as was foreseeable, you were more bitter than a radish over your lover’s affairs in sumeru; with the pesky follower he met in the midst of his search for godhood being the victim of your ire. she should be grateful for your show of mercy to spare her life, or else you would’ve jumped on the chance in a heartbeat.

it could’ve ended well if he didn’t dangle the idiot leech of a researcher’s devotion over your head, using it to his heart’s content to keep you obedient. “haypasia would not dare to behave so insolently,” and “haypasia would’ve done what i asked without question.”

haypasia this, haypasia that.

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I think u were sent by the heavens BECAUSE THE HICKEYS/NECK KISSES ONE WAS TOP TIER?? (mwah 😩👌) I WAS PRACTICALLY DYING WHILE READING THEM, CAN U PLEASE DO KAZUHA AND SCARAMOUCHE I WOULD LITTERALLY BUILD A SHRINE FOR YOU 🧎🧎

part one (albedo, thoma, xiao)

authors note ⊱ sorry this took me so long ive had this in my drafts for months (crying)

characters ⊱ kazuha, scaramouche

warnings ⊱ completely safe! enjoy!

rating ⊱ themes of smut, mdni / view discretion advised

kazuha

he thinks neck kisses are sweet, romantic, intimate; all three being things he enjoys. and it also leaves him a little heated, itching with desire

the moment your mouth is over his throat he’s letting out an airy giggle, finding your lips ticklish. he always eagerly tilts his chin up, offering his neck over like it’s nothing, even though it truly isn’t; it’s a very vulnerable place, but perhaps that is why he gives it so easily

but it isn’t long before he gets a little noisy, breathy sighs turning into soft “ah”s, shivering with every wet noise, shaking with every suck

he sometimes bites his lip, but his entire face will always flush a rosy red

and this is certainly one way to get him riled up, but he isn’t really much of a pillow princess unless you order him to be

the moment you start displaying actions like this, he’s seeking you out, too, eager for more, wanting to touch

he’ll brush hair behind your face, cradle your head as you sink your teeth and he gasps, or whine as you press a leg between his thighs

but the best part is when he can find an opening to do the same, bringing one of your arms to his mouth, kissing sensually at your wrist, turning the tables until it’s your throat against his lips

he loves, loves, loves being marked, and is not embarrassed about them

he will be a little shy and blush, but he’s not ashamed of them at all. if anything, he looks a little pleased someone noticed, given he’s pretty proud of you and your relationship with him

scaramouche

the thing about scaramouche + neck kisses is that usually it = biting

and he’s the one biting you most of the time, if you allow it

don’t get it all wrong; it can just as easily be affectionate as it can be erotic. he has a habit of nipping idly at your fingertips and then sucking them, staring up at you through strands of soft hair and pretty lashes, eyes sometimes set into a piercing glare

it’s almost like a ‘stimming’ action: he wants to sink his teeth into your shoulder just to feel it, or to bite up the length of your throat just to fixate on the suction of your skin in his mouth or the marks that he can taste along his tongue; memorizing how it feels, almost desperate

neck kisses on their own, towards him, though: well, he wants to be bitten back

you have to be rough with him. this isn’t some pretty little fairytale where you can make him melt with just an affectionate peck to the throat. no, no. it has to be sensual. you have to work for it.

if you want to leave him gasping and shuddering into you, grasping for you with his fingernails, leaving scratches along your arms, then you have to kiss and suck and bite like he’s your last meal, like you’re trying to seduce him, or else all you’re getting is a blank face and a shrug; he doesn’t respond otherwise

he’s not the type that just will get kissed and then, boom, you have him melting over your lap. 

it needs a little more: he needs the depth of the interaction, he needs teeth and he needs tongue, he needs you to suck his skin like you mean it, like you’re trying to eat him alive, in a way that is nearly romantic, and painfully intimate, but in a way that hurts (which is what he wants)

talk dirty to him, rough by his ear, and it adds onto it

mouth at his collarbone with the intensity of someone eating him out, and he’s shaking; dig into his throat, and he’s rocking his hips into yours with a grunted growl between his teeth

and if you’re not leaving hickeys, what’s the point? he wants you to go all in or don’t go for it at all

no one really notices when he has any, since he wears sleeveless turtlenecks, which covers the general hotspots; if anyone did notice, though, he gets unexpectedly angry and grumpy and embarrassed, all at once

companion to an almost-god (scaramouche | wanderer)

ft. Scaramouche. Fluff. 1k words. Drabble though.

(HUGE Sumeru 3.2 spoilers)

If you were asked, ten years ago, five years ago, or even last month, on where you think you'd be now, you probably wouldn't reply with, "Archon-assigned friend to a war criminal." Yet here you are, padding up to the Sanctuary of Surasthana like it's your house, as you've done for the past month already.

Now that Scaramouche is under Nahida's care, instead of facing immediate execution for his crimes, he's instead burdened with the responsibility of making a new life for himself. And powerful as Nahida is, she can't always be the one instructing him through everything, from how to do small talk to coming to terms with his past. The sages are no help either, quivering in their boots at the very mention of the puppet that became a god — the living proof of their crime, no less. The Traveler would help, if only they weren't so busy, and old wounds are yet to heal.

So it comes down to you, a humble and longtime follower of Kusanali, to accompany Scaramouche for his stay in Sumeru. Nahida’s blessing would protect you from any… difficulties that may arise. She says that she doesn't foresee any real trouble from him, but you aren’t sure with how Scaramouche acts.

He’s either a grumpy cat or wrath incarnate whenever you’re around. Granted, you’re the one who spends the most time with him, so you’re more familiar with that anger than most.

Today, you bring a special guest to him; one that wriggles in your arms as it looks around the vast halls of the Sanctuary of Surasthana.

Scaramouche hears your approach. He’s turned away from you, curled up in his corner and lost in his thoughts as he usually is. When he isn’t forced to go out to the city and interact with strangers, he can read from the infinite library of the Akademiya. So far, his only request to his stay was an opportunity to use the smithing forge sometimes.

You realize that you’ve been standing still for a while, staring at his back while the creature in your arms wiggles more insistently.

Scaramouche scoffs and turns to face you. “Another miserable task for me? What, do I have to wipe the snot off children’s noses or sing to the flowers? Is the humiliation of my defeat not enough…”

His eyes land on the creature in your arms, and blow wide open in confusion.

“What is that thing?!” He sneers.

You hold it up and let it speak.

“Name is Aragaru. This is purple Nara?”

“Purple?!” Scaramouche balks.

Aragaru shakes its head. “No, not like purple lightning anymore. Used to be like lightning: flash, smoke, faster than fire to destroy trees. But now, Nara like light blue wind after storm: fresh breeze to soothe earth after lightning.”

“What is it talking about?!”

You gently set Aragaru down, and it floats over to Scaramouche. It doesn't seem scared of him at all. Meanwhile, Scaramouche is trying to subtly scramble away from it, staring at it with a mix of disgust and fear.

Aragaru doesn't mind, wearing its goofy, crooked smile. 

"Wind after storm is calm but strays easily, wants to spread across every jungle and pond. Wind will run out if it does this. Aragaru will help Blue Wind Nara find direction for its breeze."

Scaramouche whips around to you. "Hah! Are you trying to use a… vegetable to give me life lessons, like I'm some kind of child?"

You shrug, already falling into the routine of tidying the books strewn about the room. "Aranara are more in tune with the world than any other being. If there's anyone that can help you figure things out, it's an Aranara."

When you try to clean up the books by the exit, Scaramouche suddenly grabs your wrist.

You jump back; he's wide-eyed, but not like the dark madness that he used to have. It's a warm, trembling gaze, as hesitant as a feather on your skin.

"You're– you're just going to leave it with me, like that?"

"I don't see why not. Aragaru's good at this. You know, they fought off the Marana– I mean, the Withering with the Traveler."

Scaramouche gives a frustrated sigh. "No, not the– I mean are you seriously replacing yourself? Where are you going? Are you–"

He swallows.

The hand around your wrist squeezes a little.

"Are you coming back?"

Oh.

A soft smile makes its way to your face and warms your gaze. You gently tug Scaramouche closer to you, just enough to rest your hand on his shoulder.

"I'm not retiring from being your companion," you say. "Archon-assigned job, remember?"

He huffs, but listens to you.

"Aragaru's just here because I think that connecting with nature is a great way to get used to the present. Besides, I've planned a trip for us to the jungle, and we're going to meet quite a few Aranara along the way."

"We're going outside?"

It's amazing how expressive Scaramouche has gotten lately, like clear spring water. The tinge of surprise in his voice is sweet.

You wink.

"You've gotten used to the city, admit it. I think you're ready to expand your horizons a little more. Or did I not catch you so-eagerly listening to the storyteller at the cafe last week?"

A furious blush takes over Scaramouche's face and he yanks away from you. "I did not!"

"Keep telling yourself that."

"The Blue Wind Nara is as bright as Nilotpala Lotus, but shyer than floating blue fungi," Aragaru notes.

"Shut up!"

"Anyway," you cut in, "if there isn't anything else you want to bring, we can leave by lunch. Aragaru will show us the way, so long as you listen to the Aranara life lessons."

For a moment, Scaramouche is silent and flabbergasted, wondering for the nth time how he'd gotten into this situation. From a broken puppet to a god, and now – hostage of the Dendro Archon, subject to punishment of playing with children and part-timing at the cafe to "learn how to live." And now, he's supposed to go on a field trip with a talking, floating vegetable that can't even form complete sentences.

He dips his head and pulls his hat over his eyes. If he looks at your shameless, sunny smile any longer, he might melt. Disgustingly.

"This better be quick," he growls, but you easily pick up on the hidden excitement in his tone. "And I don't want any mosquitoes on me when we're in the jungle."

You dare to elbow him lightly. "That's my Scaramouche."

He scoffs, yet leans into the touch by just a little.

"Hey, none of that in the city." He scolds gently. "You don't know how many old bats have decided to call me their grandson or whatever."

"Sooo, it's fine to call you that in the jungle? What do you want: Scara, Mouche, Mouchey? Ara… like an Aranara?"

"Hell no. Call me… yes, call me… Wanderer."

"Pfft– that's so bad."

"Shut up, it's a good name!"

"Fine, fine. So you're my wanderer, then?"

He rolls his eyes. A touch of a smile at the corner of his lips. He slings a travel bag over his shoulder, hoping that you won't see his face. Hopes that you don't notice him tugging you to his side, protecting you, as you head out of the Sanctuary. Hopes that Aragaru won't point it out.

"As long as you're my Archon-assigned companion, sure."