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[anonbinaryweirdo]

"to love was to lose" wanderer x reader

(angst, hurt/no comfort), this was something i initially wrote for a mutual to get back at them for the angst they sent me but i posted it later as you can see.

gn reader, unspecified pronouns or descriptions of reader, other than hands. no beta we die like real alphas (literally)

to love was to lose.

thats what he learned.

through endless memories of his dwelling past, hes learned time and again that love, platonic, romantic, or any sort of affections in general were not for him. they never were. they always ended with him being the one hurt, the one having to live through the suffering and grief of the loss of something and someone he cherished most.

his "heart" was always the one to be shattered, treated like a useless piece of nothing; abandoned, left in the cold. he gave it away, foolishly, only to never see it again.

but you returned it to him, the moment even a small sliver of your sunshine shone into a minor, practically unnoticeable crack in his high, hard walls, everything came tumbling down.

you gave him purpose. you gave him life. you gave him a purpose for his new life.

he walked this new open road for you and you alone.

the feeling of your hand in his…it felt so warm, so surreal to feel someone else's warm palm against his own.

you held his fragile heart in the palm of your hands.

…but he didnt understand why your hand felt so cold now.

it was always so warm, it always brought him the most content feeling; the way your fingers traced idly over his hard knuckles, the way your thumb rubbed circles on the inside of his hand, the way your warmth would always be there...the way he would instantly know he was at home and peace whenever your fingers were intertwined.

why was it so different now?

your hand was limp in his, and it had gotten cold. so, unbearably cold.

he didn't even recognize it as your own anymore. it felt so...different. the opposite of what it would have usually been.

how did he let this happen? how could he let another slip through his fingertips?

naturally? he blames you.

you were the reason he let his guard down.

you gave him hope.

you gave him a reason to move forward, even on this sad, miserable plane of existence that has done nothing but hurt him time and again.

you made him unconsciously utter the words he forbid himself to say for so long.

"I love you, [Name]."

he said it. not often, but he said it. and he always meant it.

you promised you'd stay and he believed you.

when you said forever, he knew, that deep down, you didnt mean it. and yet, he was still hopeful, that this "love" would be everlasting.

you're no different from all the others.

he willingly gave his heart to you, and you ran away with it, off to a life of where he cannot follow.

he can only wish he could. in fact, he wants to.

you reminded him, after so long, that love was never for him.

and it never will be. not ever again.

i think wanderer's sad guys idk

[anonbinaryweirdo]

I LOVE THI ALREADY AA

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RIGHT SO

the prologue was going to be like a movie style thing, with a dramatic figure entering in the middle of the night, as silent as death, swift as the wind and quickly unaliving the victim (with all the dramatics like jewelry breaking, a single pearl falling to the floor, the figure returning to the darkness etc)

cut to when stuff is discovered and suspects are figured out (i have two things in mind for this, either the reader works in the criminal investigation field or is a random civilian that got caught up in this but i haven't thought much about that so i'll keep this vague)

somehow, all the suspects are connected to your life (the hows and whys are all a jumble in my head) and there are a couple of connections tying them to the victim (both objects and relations)

(the suspects are romanceable so to speak, the rest are accessory characters)

suspect one: diluc ragnvindr

big business guy. he's suspected for two reasons. one: the officials think he may have some motive for revenge (seeing as the victim was somehow connected to the fatui) two: a handkerchief with a kiss found at the victim's estate with the ragnvindr crest on it

suspect two: kaeya alberich

a charming captain of the favonian police force. a brilliant strategist. he's only suspected later after they find out the hanky belongs to him

(spoilers: he's a "spy" ((but his true loyalties lie to mondstadt, the place that took him in and loved him))

suspect three: zhongli

suspect four: childe

suspect five: alhaitham

[anonbinaryweirdo]

"try not to cry when im gone" hu tao x reader

(angst, hurt/comfort? she still dies tho lol), reader having bad thoughts, sloppy transition, hu tao comforts reader, reader cries, one or two mentions of zhongli

gn reader, unspecified pronouns or descriptions for reader. writer cried

imagine an immortal reader, who knows of their fate with Hu Tao, but has yet to accept it with a full mind

or at all, really.

you sit there, teacup heavy in your hand as you stare at the fire ahead. once again were you reminded of your immortality, but your mind could only immediately drift off to your lover, who was the opposite.

a human. a mortal.

she was bound to die, and you would have to live on, without her, one day. it was inevitable. you wouldn't even know when you'd see her new face again, decades—maybe even centuries later. you probably wouldn't even get the chance to meet her in her new life.

you sigh, just thinking about it. setting down your cup and running a hand down your face, you hold your breath. maybe this was a dream. you'd wake up one day, with identical grey hairs, wrinkles all over. maybe you could be buried next to one another.

alas, you were so lost in thought, you didn't even notice the extra presence in the room, until you felt a pair of hands covering your eyes, the metal of the rings she adorned just barely grazing your skin—yet, you could still feel how cool it was.

"guess who~!" came a giggle from behind. you could never get enough of hearing it, a smile making its way onto your face almost immediately as it rang through your ears.

you couldn't help laughing a little, rolling your eyes behind her palms. "welcome home, Hu Tao," you greet, as normal. it was genuine, the way you felt around her. especially whenever you got to welcome her back under the roof you shared. a place you both cared for, and could call your home. although, you were quite certain that home was only really found whenever you were with Hu Tao. without her to live there with you, it'd merely be a house. not a home.

Hu Tao skips over in front of where you sat, a small grin on her face. you could tell she was a bit tired, though. yet, her lips were still quirked up, despite the fact. you loved it. "were ya missing me already, butterfly?" she asked, looking over you. "because, i must say, you looked mighty bored and lonely before I snuck up on you."

and, as though it were an automated response, you respond quickly, "I'm always bored and lonely whenever you're gone." and it was true, as 'sappy' as it sounded. you needed someone like Hu Tao in your everyday life to lift you up, even when you weren't particularly feeling 'blue'.

"well," the director hummed, helping herself to straddling over your lap, wrapping her arms around you as she rested her chin on your shoulder. your hand moves to take off her hat, setting it aside before moving your fingers through her hair. she closed her eyes, melting—ironically enough—into your touches. "I can't blame you," she continued, chuckling a little, "I mean, without me, you'd be miserable. oh, what would you do without me?" you knew it was a joke, but still.

it was true.

your hand paused in her hair, and your expression slowly fell to what it was before she walked through that door. can you imagine, having to life without her? having to live, what you could only hope wasn't for the rest of your life—from the time your eyes flutter open at the crack of dawn, and when they close into peace once more when moonlight illuminates the land—without her?

you couldn't even begin to imagine what life would be like, if you hadn't seen her smile everyday. true, yes, her smile wouldn't be there every second of the day... no, she had her days when she felt so little about herself, and that smile turned upside down into something else. there were even times her eyeliner would smudge down her face in streaks. but, she still managed to smile. seeing her face was enough.

unfortunately, for you, the girl happened to take notice of your silence, and looked back at you with big red eyes, mixing with both curiosity and concern—even as she tried to play it off. "hey, now, " she laughed lightly. "why the long face? you look like a little puppy, hehe. am I boring you, or something? I don't think I've ever seen you so—"

her voice died down as she saw the way your eyebrows scrunched up, her eyes looking over your face. she saw how sad your eyes look—and how they weren't as bright as she loved them. the way you stared down at your lap, biting the inside your lip. you were deep in your thoughts, and they didn't seem to be happy ones. she didn't like that.

"...hey," she spoke quietly. she cupped your face, making you look at her. and, instantly, you were lost in those eyes.

who wouldn't get lost in them, honestly? they were so pretty, so very magnificent in so many ways you couldn't even begin to explain. and those stars...those stars were the cherry on top. they shined so bright, brighter than any real star could ever. but...eventually, even stars come to their ends, right?

"butterfly...whats the matter? why do you seem so blue?"

she was so sweet. you couldn't help it,arms caging around her in a desperate hug. you were certain, that, letting go would result in her not being there anymore. like she'd turn into particles, and fly out the window. you didn't want that. you couldn't have it.

"[name], what—" "im not ready for you to die."

the words flew past your lips before you could stop them. you squeezed your eyes shut as you nuzzled your nose further into her hair. you inhale deeply, the breath coming out in a shaky sigh. as much as you felt like wanting to, you couldn't cry. especially not here, in front of her, right now. you wouldn't dare let her see you so weak. so—

"is that what this was about?" Hu Tao inquired suddenly, making you hold your breath. your answer—the silence and a tremble of your shoulder—was enough said.

her arms wrapped around you, and it was enough for you to breathe. "don't cry," she hushes you, tenderly rubbing her palm up and down your back. "I don't want you to be sad when I'm dead. in fact, I want you to be happy."

your eyebrows furrow, and you lift your head, looking up at her. "what?" you question, not believing what she just said. "how can you...how can you even say that with a straight face? if I lose you, t-then—"

"then you'll be okay," she cuts you off, kissing your forehead. she leaned back. and smiled. "you'll be fine when I'm gone, because I know you'll be at peace with knowing that I'm resting well, knowing that it was I that you created memories with, and not anyone else in either of our places."

you sat there, listening to her voice. it always was so lovely, wasn't it?

"I'm going to be watching over you as a ghost," she promised, "and once you feel that familiar air, you'll know it's me."

"you should also be at peace, knowing that I'm resting well...because of you. you were the reason for my true happiness, and for that, I..." Hu Tao huffed, taking your hands in hers. "I should be the one crying over my death. I mean, I won't even get to interact with you—I'll be transparent! which is absolutely awful, I mean, can you imagine me going a day without your arms around moi? really."

she smiled as you managed a little laugh at her attempt to brighten the mood. "there it is!" she cheered, softly. "see? that's exactly how I want your face to look, during my final breath, and every moment after, okay?"

you sniffled, leaning into her palm as she strokes your cheek with her thumb, wiping away your tears. "no promises," you whisper, turning your head to kiss her palm. she groans, "well, at least try. what type of person would you be to not at least make an effort to live up to something?"

you shake your head, rolling your eyes. your hands find their way to her waist, and you lean up, capturing her lips. she returned your kiss, not backing away until you do. and that's not until you hear a small pattern of quiet thuds on the window, catching both of your attention.

"hm," she hummed, "it's raining pretty hard." Hu Tao chuckled, holding you close, "I'm glad I got home in time, or else I'd be drenched."

"yeah.." you agree.

you sigh, staring at the ground. "I'm the one getting drenched," you mutter under your breath. you could vividly recall that conversation. it was one of the good ones.

you feel a hand on your shoulder, but you don't turn to look. "I'm sorry," says the consultant of the wangsheng funeral parlor, sympathizing with you.

you don't answer immediately, but he can make out a quiet 'thank you' as he leaves to give you your space, allowing you to stare at the stone in peace.

you look up, closing your eyes as the rain falls down on your face. "I wonder if you can see me yet," you whisper.

a smile graces your lips, feeling a gust of wind push past you.

you chuckle dryly, tears getting mixed in with the rain. another gust of wind.

"..i tried, didn't I?"

and then another.

Oliver is a little bitch tell me why I cried

[anonbinaryweirdo]

Thinking about Kaeya taking care of you without a moment of hesitation once he finds out about you being sick

Regardless of your personality or how you normally act, he’ll instantly notice some sort of shift in your mood or in the way you act compared to normal, despite how big or practically unnoticeable  it be (he has a very keen eye uwu)

If you don’t live with him, he comes to check up on you, be it because he hasn’t seen you in a while all day or because his gut told him to, he’s coming to check up on you

Once you open the door (after some time) and he sees the state you’re in, he’ll feel guilty

Or if you don’t open the door, he’ll help himself, and find you wherever you are in your humble abode

And feel guilty. er. guiltier. ???

He’s a little upset he didn’t realize you were sick sooner, but he masks it with his usual Kaeya self. He’ll be quick to bring you an extra blanket or pillow before retreating to get you some soup or medicine to calm down the tummy aches or head pains

He doesn’t want you to be sick alone, he knows that it only makes being sick worse. He wouldn’t want his snowflake to have to befall the same fate he once did many times before :(

If you’re one of those people who feels the constant need to get up, he’s there to gently usher you back to your resting position, making sure to tuck you in nice and neatly

He doesn’t scold you,,, but he doesn’t not scold you,,, he’s worried, okay?

“Now, now, snowflake. If you keep moving like that, you’re never going to get better. Here, just lay back down. Let me take care of you, okay? Just stay put.”

A little stern on that “stay put” ksjsldkldflk

He’s just worried okay :(( 

Almost like a nagging mother

He’s gonna nurse you back to full health in no time! He’d make a really pretty nurse, and he always somehow persuades you to take even the ickiest of medicines,,, maybe it’s his voice.

“Come on sweetheart, I know it tastes bad, but just trust me, okay? Now say ‘aaaahhh…’ There you go.”

He’ll act all reluctant if you ask to be held or cuddled,,, but he will literally gladly indulge

Bastard.

You just need to promise to take care of him once he’s sick, okay? :D

“There, there, love… I’ll take good care of you for as long as you need me to. You just have to promise to take care of me if you get me sick, alright? My services aren’t free, you know… Kidding, kidding.”

Cries when you actually take care of him

Written with beloved Mimi in mind I procrastinated a bit I apologize if it turned out stinky

@mikacynth

[anonbinaryweirdo]

Childe is honestly such a child (<- very well known fact)

Scratch that, Ajax is such a child.

I feel like if you were out together, and the streets of wherever you are were busy, his hand would always be seeking yours out--scratch that, it doesn't even leave yours. He definitely pouts a little when you have to let it go for something,,, and will try and urge you to hold his hand again

I can imagine him going all wide eyed and excited when he sees something, tugging on your hand and pointing obnoxiously at it, "[Name], [Name], look!" asking a thousand and one questions at once with wide blue eyes, and you could have sworn in that moment you saw a sparkle form in the corners,,, could have just been your imagination, thou

"Do you know what this is?" "What does it do?" "I haven't seen any of these in Snezhnaya before..." (assuming you're not already there) "Can I touch it? I'm gonna touch it." "What do you think about it? Pretty neat, isn't it?" "Can we take it back with us? Please?" "Can I use it to fight?"

It's honestly so cute,,, he may be this harbinger with an ongoing, unsatisfied lust for battle, but these moments are always ones to be cherished,,, does he know how adorable he is? Maybe, maybe not.

I also feel like he likes the sound of your heartbeat! Laying on your chest is a must; it's one of the moments where he's so unfamiliarly quiet and vulnerable, and not constantly on his guard, waiting for an excuse to fight something. The soft beating of your heart against your rib cage is so soothing to him, it's like a recharge. He'll keep his freckled cheek pressed against your chest for as long as he wants you let him. Play with his hair, too, and his eyelids will be getting heavy in no time :D

You're a teddy now. You did this to yourself when you first let him really hold you. His strong arms are always going to be wrapped so tightly around you,,, you might want to go pee beforehand. There's no guarantee he'll let you go. "Ajax, I have to pee-" "Mmmm, no you don't." "???"

No one to blame but yourself (<- Ajax probably)

You are his safe place, even when he's away from home--hell, even if/when you do go to Snezhnaya together, you're still his anchor, the peace to all the chaos, the person to unconditionally clean his wounds and take care of him

He hasn't truly gotten to be a child since he was fourteen, but with you? He can make up for it all, even if he is a grown ass man, just as long as you let him :D He loves you sm it's unreal <\3

this is a childe hate page btw i hate him ewwww gags barfs

[anonbinaryweirdo]

you being the one to await your lover's return was normal, considering what he did and how often he had to be away from you -- much to both you and Childe's utter disappointment.

but, if you had a job whereas you had to be away from both him and home, as well, it's safe to say that he'd be even more restless than you could have ever been. he just can't bring himself to rest without you. even when assured that you'd try your best to be home earlier than the date due, he's constantly stressing about your absence. just give him two days of you being out of his vicinity, and he's already going insane just waiting for you to fall back into his arms.

(more utc :D)

sometimes he wonders, is this how you feel whenever he's gone? boredly hanging around the emptiness of your home, so quiet and dull, without company? a home so cold and quiet, you can hardly call it a home with how isolated it felt?

he busied (or, at least, tried to busy himself) with work and fights, just to try and get the time to pass, and to hopefully bring you home much earlier (somehow. he's certain it'll work, and that time is in his favor. don't question him, he's lonely). but no matter what he does, every time he's done with one paper, or starts searching for someone else to harass into an unbalanced fight, his mind always drifts back off to you, and wherever you are, hoping that you're okay, and wondering when you'll be back.

by the time he receives a letter informing him of your impending return, he's ecstatic, jumping out of his seat with the widest smile on his face, freckles wrinkling in the ear-to-ear grin he held for hours upon hours of knowing you'd be home soon--tomorrow, more specifically.

to say he rushed to bed would be a little of an understatement. it was already nighttime where he was, so the faster he got to sleep, the faster noon would fall.

but he was just so happy, thinking about you being back with him finally.

he didn't get to sleep until three. he was giddy all night.

but, he did, wake up early--an hour before noon, but that was still enough time to get himself ready and head to the docks!

the moment he got there, you were getting off your ship, expectantly looking around the crowd for him--not even realizing his sights were already on you, and he was charging towards you at maximum speed.

you yelped when you were suddenly lifted and spun in a familiar pair of big, strong arms, but you were quick to sigh and return the embrace as best as you could before you were put back on your feet.

he hugged you tightly, and pulled you into a needy kiss. you had to pull away if you wanted to breathe.

"we have a lot of time to make up for," Ajax's voice rang. "ive missed you so much, you have no idea!"

"...childe-"

"i mean, seriously, the bed was just so cold without you. well, i mean, everything was cold."

"childe."

"please, never leave me for so long ever-"

"ajax. it's been three days."

ah. now he knew how you felt whenever he was in your place.

messy as hell im supposed to be working

but its also messy because i thought about it too much before writing it instead of acting on impulse so <//3

[anonbinaryweirdo]

Write y/n x childe! I want to eat him vore style. Y/Nx Childe, Vore!

-🎭

MUTUALS LOOK AWAY FROM THIS 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Childe's eyes are blown with nothing but love for you as he looks up at you, from where he's kneeled on the ground. he swallows, blue eyes following your every movement.

you cup his face, looking at him with eyes that he never fails to get lost in. "ajax.." you whisper, "are you sure you're okay with this?"

he lets out a shaky, almost inaudible breath. he was nervous. but he trusted you. "yes," he breathes. "I'm ready."

you nod slowly, and Childe stands. he closes his eyes with a smile as you open your mouth. he carefully climbs inside, not wanting to cause any damage to your throat, or you, in general.

you gag a little once his arm reaches down, but that's okay. this was for the best.

at least, you hoped so.

you gulp as you feel him climbing down your throat. he was in your rib cage, now. it felt so warm, so... so right.

he turned his head, and saw the beating of your heart. he didn't want to touch it, but his hand reached forward anyway, and the tips of his gloved fingers caressed each vein and lump. it was beautiful. and all his.

he snapped out of his trance once he felt your stomach gurgle, and started descending further down in your body. then, he was met with the pit of his stomach. it was even warmer...

you sat there, with a belly full, and in content. you felt something poking your stomach from the inside, and you peaked open an eye, seeing a small bulge in your tummy. it's where Childe's head lay.

"are you alright?" you ask, which sends vibrations down to where he rested. he pat your stomach twice, and you smiled upon seeing the bulges. "good.."

"I'll keep you safe in here," you swore, rubbing your swollen stomach. "I promise."

and you get a bulge in response, as he pressed his hand against your stomach. you smile, placing your hand on top of his.

"I know.."

IM FUCKINF CRYING HOLY SHIT

[anonbinaryweirdo]

twirls hair soooooooooooo what does cecilia and scara think of each other? :)

huh Oliver was wrong I owe me twenty dollar

Cecilia, as you already know, adores him. absolutely. like, they've been through some shit together, and they've had their ups and downs years ago, but remember, he gave her a reason to live. literally. I mean, yeah, she tried to get him to kill her so many times before, as she didn't see she had anything left to live for... and she didn't. not unless you count her mother and her second-in-command, but it goes deeper than that. her heart was empty, mind was numb—even if she did mask it with flirting and a confident charisma—she knew she was nothing but miserable on the inside.

but, over time, maybe thanks to the small talk they had whenever they found themselves getting bored in his office, back in his older ways—or the fact that she noticed things that he didnt even know that he did. like, covering her with a blanket whilst clicking his tongue and insulting her under his breath as he left the room.

she eventually thought, "maybe this means something.." but kept her thoughts to herself. she found herself noticing small things about him, like how he'd spin his pen between his index finger and thumb whenever in thought, and how he would bite his lip whenever he got frustrated. she thought, maybe this meant something.

until he realized "oh shit I fell in love with her time to go back to hurting her to UNfall tf" "why am I falling deeper"

now, in present day, she's more than comfortable being who she really is around him; a lost little girl, who just wants to be loved by someone again. she's so sure that, she would be dead if she hadn't broken into his office those years ago—if she hadn't let him catch her two weeks after. and whenever she's not with him or in the same room as him for so long, she finds herself getting antsy, thinking about him and being with him constantly. she still plays it off when he gets back, though; "oh, darling, welcome home! don't worry, I didn't miss you too much—" (a lie) "—are you tired? oh well, we're going to bed early anyway. you don't get a choice."

and if something were to happen to him, or if he were to leave or die (somehow,,, Cecilia's an over thinker) she would never. and I mean never. be the same. she wouldn't even try to fake it. that'd be the last straw for her. but she would swear that it wouldn't be long until they saw each other again, so.. she doesn't stres too much.

she fell. and she fell hard. and, thinking she's mortal, scares her more than it does him. she wants to be with him forever. if not for him, she'd still be broken. a lot. she loves him more than anything, more than words can express. she finds herself staring with these love-filled eyes, and she knows she's staring. but... everything about him, is amazing to her. she doesn't deserve him. she knows that. she loves him. so much.

he saved her.

now, Scara?

we all know how he is. but he would have never guessed himself to fall in love with someone he hurt. too much. he doesn't understand why she's so infatuated with him, despite all of it. but... honestly? he's not complaining. but he swears he doesn't deserve her. why would celestia bring them together, of all people? at first, he thought it was a sick joke. and panicked. he couldn't afford to fall for her, not now. which is why he hurt her again, thinking it would get rid of what he was feeling, but it never did. it only got harder and harder to do, for some reason. the final straw was when she smiled at him. while he hurt her. he felt hurt.

he thinks about it. everytime he sees her being so content in his presence. he notices how, if they're close enough, they're practically in the same bubble. it's like she can't live without him. but little does he know that she literally can't. and little does she know, that he cant, either.

he feels safe when he's with her. warm. content.

happy.

as much as he doesn't like whenever it happens, he feels even more comfortable whenever he cries in her arms, and she just holds him. she lets him talk, if he wants to, and denies any negative thoughts or feelings he has for himself and what they have. she lets him know he's loved, and that she loves him, and nothing will change that. ever. when she kisses him, and caress his face with calloused fingertips, whispers into his ear about how much she adores him, he knows that he's home.

neither of them knew what having an actual "home" was like for years. they both walked around with masks, masking their true selves; hiding that they were just lost. numb. scared. a crying childe beyond their walls.

but they've found a home, with each other.

[anonbinaryweirdo]

in reference to the angst hc post, do you think if they ever got into any argument/fight/etc, they'd bring this up? are they that petty? what would they do.. have they ever gotten physical.. they're both capable of being tempered i wonder how they'd go against eachother! :0

Id like to think they try and avoid conflict now

But if it's brought up, Cecilia will shrug it off, much to Scaramouche's (now Wanderer's) confusion

"It's all in the past, dove. Don't even worry about it."

Like how could you say this??? If anything, you should be more affected by it all than ME.

But they hardly ever (if even) argue about this subject in particular

But when they DO argue, things get messy fast

With Wanderer's personality that's a given

But also with Cecilia's, although she wears that flirtatious and charismatic, laid back mask, she can be downright terrifying if she wants to be

They're both petty and rather competitive, NEEDING to get the last word in

I feel like it'd take a while for either of them to reach out and apologize, due to their prides

But Cecilia mostly takes longer to reach out, in fear that she's crushed their entire relationship, like how she did with her twin brother, and that her partner hates her now (shes overthinking everything)

Probably stress bakes to get her mind off things 😭

[anonbinaryweirdo]

i’m hiding under the floors this timeeeeeee :D so!! 👏 for the selfship ask game,,, 😍 + 😘 + 💕+ 🌟 + 💕!!

ILL DO SCARALIA FOR THIS ONE SINCE ITS THE ONLY ONE YOU KNOW ABOUT ABHFKJELS

😍 (three favorite things about f/o!): His attitude most of the time, because even though he makes all these snarky remarks, Cecilia knows what Wanderer really means when he calls her a nuisance now, and it's bully material/j.

How vulnerable he gets in the depths of their bedroom when held close to her chest, listening to the sound of her heartbeat, despite feeling nothing in his own, but misses the way his Vision slowly dims in and out in its light, bringing a smile to her face :) (i forgot who came up with this idea but they're on tumblr somewhere.)

And the way he shows his love in roundabout ways, be it encouraging her to keep baking by scolding her and hitting her forehead with a whisk when she starts to doubt the current process, willingly tasting the batter that he helped her make despite his obvious distaste for any sort of general sweets, the way he calls her the bane of his existence whenever she manages to get that adorable, and relishing red tint form in his cheeks 💜💙

😘 (f/o's favorite thing about s/i!): The look on her face when she's concentrating on applying the frosting to the top of her pastries, trying to get the design to perfection. Or maybe the way she keeps him grounded when black scribbles of doubt begin to plague his mind, mostly in the middle of ungodly hours of the night, and, without a single hint of hesitance, repeats the phrase "I love you" and holds him close to her heart until he calms down. Maybe even the way she flirts with anyone who looks her way, but ALL of her loyalty resides with him in the end--yeah, she can flirt with the pretty flower lady across the street all she wants, but only Wanderer gets to feel her warmth and the addictive, lingering touch of her lips on his skin. So take that, you wannabes. (<- him, probably)

💕(who's clingier?): Wanderer, definitely. They're both clingy, but Cecilia's more lowkey with it

🌟(who's the tease?): CECILIA. Without a DOUBT. They tease each other, yes, but sometimes he just wants to tape her mouth shut to keep her quiet with how badly she makes his face go red with her deep voice and the comments she makes, or the way she suffocates him in a kiss, and he doesn't even have lungs. He's going to end up locking her away one day/j

[anonbinaryweirdo]

can i have oc headcanons pls ?!?!?! ANY do you have some angst.. rubs hands together or anything :3 ! kiskis ily

The first thing to come to mind was Scaramouche reluctantly beginning to hurt Cecilia again (regretfully, this time) once he realized he caught feelings and tried to get rid of them, but he only felt more pain on his end as he continued to try and drown them out

He couldn't kill her, he wasn't allowed to, and he couldn't bring himself to do it (for whatever reason), and he hated it, and he hated how she made him feel—how she made him feel so goddamn vulnerable in her grasp

Sometimes he wonders if Traveler hadn't brought her along with them when restoring his memories, if they'd be where they are now

Or if she never broke into his office that day, over five years ago, if they'd even be able to meet each other, and if he'd have someone to actually give his non existent heart to

But he still lives with the regrets of how he treated her back then, and wonders why she even forgave him for it in the first place—to bother to continue to say "I love you" every chance she got. You're not supposed to love someone who hurt you that badly, he thinks. Right?

Is this angsty enough.

[anonbinaryweirdo]

hai babi :3 oki selfship ask game,, do any ship yu want oki !! 🐶💞💋💐🎵😍💤 ✅ : would they kiss me/j

🐶 (what kind of pet would they get?): I could definitely see them getting kitties. Puppies, too, maybe ? I could see them both liking to indulge in a puppy's hyperness and whatnot, but also liking the peace and sprinkle of chaos brought with a kitty

💞 (how is affection expressed?): Through small fleeting words and actions, that feels like it's lingering; like they've been in that moment for way longer than how long they'd initially been embracing in the moment. Although, little needs to be said, this goes for the both of them, it's the little things that matter more than anything (they're both attention/affection-starved babies) <\3

💋 (favorite places to kiss their partner!): Cecilia likes to tease, she'll ghost a kiss over the corner of his lips, or his neck before biting down on it, just to see him get frustrated and start squirming before flicking her in the forehead for being so "annoying"

As for Wanderer? I feel he likes the way her lips feel against his when she kisses him back with love evident in the action, it makes him feel all warm inside. He probably likes to get her back with the neck kisses before the bites and then oh no now they're being all petty and competitive, trying to see who can catch their partner off their guard and do it most smh

They both fancy hand/palm kisses (id melt)

💐 (how did they meet?): when she broke into his office when she was nineteen to steal documents, and got away by kicking him in the face with her heel before escaping through the window from whence she came and managed to avoid him for two weeks

🎵 (song lyrics that remind you of your selfship!): very good question. ill come back to this after scrolling through the 1.3k songs in my playlist.

😍 (three favorite things about your f/o!) answered here!

💤 (do they sleep together? what are their sleeping habits?): Yes, they cannot go to sleep without ensuring that they're touching their partner somehow. Cecilia scared the fuck out of him the first few times she fell asleep, because she's so still, and you can hardly tell she's breathing (id be terrified too),,, She's also a super light sleeper, like, the sound of a leaf hitting the window could wake her up immediately (not really but you get the jist) She only really moves if she's having a nightmare, so he knows when somethings wrong

Wanderer's a light sleeper too, not as much as Cecilia, but he's a really alert sleeper, will wake up if he feels something wrong (like Cecilia moving her leg off of him in his sleep he'll wake her up and threaten her/j) He likes to pull the blanket over them to ensure she stays trapped (she's the kind of psycho who can sleep without a blanket shivers uncomfortably) They both wake up kind of early, but he prefers to sleep in, since he has no reason to get up for the Tsaritsa anymore or anything, but he literally cannot unless he pins Cecilia to the bed why are you waking up at six in the morning to go bake sit your ass down

✅: Cecilia would *lipbite* (only like on the cheek or wrist thou 😔 im an exception we're making out rn actually) but Wanderer would ridicule you for even having that thought in your mind like smh (again, im an exception/j)