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[s3raphim1c]

Touch .⁠｡⁠*☆

—wanderer/scaramouche x reader (no gender specified), mentions of kidnapping, yandere, soft-ish yandere, touch-starved wanderer/scara

—.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡- Wanderer loves the feeling of your touch. Although he'd never admit it, a single touch from you would ease his worries away.

He could be having numerous thoughts of you leaving him, or anything negative, and a single graze of your finger to his porcelain and cold ones, it would all disappear.

He'd gaze over you, his eyes shocked and he'd feel his eyes droop softly. You were there.

He'd hold you closer. Place an arm on your waist and hold your face as you both sit on a tree branch as he is hiding from people once more.

He doesn't need them when he has you.

You were there. And you'd never leave him. You'd caress his worries away, give him a little peck on the forehead and whisper sweetly soothing things to ease his worries away.

Although he's never been a fan of sweet things, he couldn't help himself but feel allured to your sweet nothings. Although words aren't enough to soothe his paranoid thoughts, your touch surely is.

As you tap his hand softly in a rhythmic way. The way the wind would sway your hair, clothes, the tree leaves, his hair, his clothes... And the way you'd look at him.

〃 .⁠｡⁠*⁠♡✧⁠*⁠。〃

Scaramouche could only wish to see that same look from you.

Instead of that expression of love and softness you'd give to Wanderer, you'd either look at Scaramouche in fear or emotionless.

He would have to force you to give him affection. He'd force you to love him. But you couldn't, not when you don't find love within him, but hatred and anger. He hates it.

He just wished, wanted that one time. When you first met him, it was coincidental. You never knew who he was that time, and you'd treat him like anybody else. With that soft smile and soft and lovely look.

Looking back, he would find himself smiling back. But soon his non-existent heart would ache. Because you'd never look at him the same after he lets his greed take over him.

He couldn't help himself. He indulged in his obsession, in that desire to be loved. He hated how it had a great impact on him. He hated you. But how could he hate and love someone at the same time?

He was contradicting and conflicting.

As he lays in the bed you both laid on, unfortunately not as lovers, but as kidnapper and victim;

His stern, sharp and cold eyes softened ever so slightly. You looked so vulnerable. So raw... So you.

He felt his hand move closer to caress your face. He watches his hand caress your face softly. His other hand grabs your hand softly. And he hesitantly held it close to his non-existent heart.

He could feel it beat.

He could feel his non-existent heart at your touch. He closes his eyes, a moment of vulnerability. You flutter your eyes open, you look at your hand and find them at his chest, while he looks vulnerable, as he clutches your hand as if it's the last thing he could ever do in his undying life.

You looked at him softly, he opened his eyes as he felt shifting, and his eyes were pure of shock as you looked at him softly, the same look he fell for.

You were about to caress his face until you stopped, but your hand was grabbed by him and he held it up his cheek.

For the first time, you have never seen him desperate and vulnerable. Touch him like how lovers do. Do it yourself, don't have him force it.

You remove your hand from his grab, he almost looked defeated, not until you caressed his face on your own will.

That would leave a mark on history. He hugged you right there and then. And by the next day, everything went on as if nothing changed.

〃 .⁠｡⁠*☆♡︎*⁠。〃

—.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡- Scaramouche would always have you by his side, but that same you was never the you he wanted on his side. Wanderer on the other hand wouldn't always have you by his side, but at least the you he wanted would be with him in those days you were at his side.

Don't ever let your greed decide for you and act for you, because you can never be sure if it really is what you wanted until you have it.

— S13