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okay okay so, since im already on the angst train and i want to hurt myself today, hear me out:

you and your lover are out doing wtv and you're ambushed and then, naturally, you guys fight the enemies right?

okay so you get hurt and youre losing a lot of blood and your lover realizes this and is completely heartbroken bc you dont have much time, the wound is deep

so um yeah the reader dies in their lover's arms basically, with albedo, heizou, kazuha, wanderer, xiao and kaeya

theres so many characters im curious abt so please take your time mwah

(ps: i will not pay anyone's therapy okay i need it myself, my condolaences for hurting you)

✎ i wasn't ready to say goodbye [various men - part one]

ft. albedo, aether, heizou, kazuha, wanderer, xiao & kaeya x fem!reader

content: do i need to say angst? i'm so sorry. major death + blood warnings. implied that reader can handle a weapon in most of them - unspecified if reader is a vision holder. hurt with absolutely no comfort. semi-spoilers for scaramouche/wanderer's story (end of the sumeru archon quests.)

notes: we added aether last second in the discord bc we summoned aki ( @kazumist - aly wanted you tagged ) some of them are awful and ooc i'm so sorry - officially managed this in just over 24 hours!

albedo treasures you more than he cares to admit verbally. it shows in all of his acts of love through physical means, lingering touches and making sure you're warm whenever you visit him on dragonspine. he hates you visiting him as much as he loves you - it's merely because it puts you in extreme danger every time. there's the temperatures, the wildlife, the lack of oxygen and of course, there's the monsters lurking around every corner of the inhabited mountain.

as the chief alchemist for the knights of favonius, there's always a warrant for albedo's life one way or another. the fatui are eager to stop his research - or steal it, maybe both.

there's a silence except for the howling winds that circle the snowy mountain. you're struggling to breathe, to get the sharp air into your lungs as you lowered your sword slowly. not far away, your boyfriend is finishing off the final fatui soldier, blood splattering onto his sleeve before he turns to face you. is it just you or does albedo look even more beautiful right now? you furrow your brows in confusion. albedo looks like he's seen a ghost, colour flushing from his face when he rushes forward. your knees give way under you and he barely manages to catch you in his arms, kneeling as he lets you lay against him. "bedo, love?" you mumble, unsure as to what's happening. you can hear the roar of your blood in your ears, your heart is beating whilst the adrenaline still pumps through your body. albedo hushes you softly, pupils dilated when he looks at your wound. "h-how do you feel?" his voice cracks when he asks the question, a gloved hand applying pressure to your side. you wince, the adrenaline is starting to fade and you feel faint. there's a cold sweat glistening on your forehead when you look down at where albedo's hand is, seeing the blood seep through your clothing. it's albedo's turn to watch your expression drop, your world starting to spin and mix together when the adrenaline is gone and you're aware of what happened. it feels as if there's a lump in your throat but when you try to cough it up, only blood spills in a small trickle out of your mouth. "love-" there's another cough, the blood is running down your jaw as albedo's hands start to shake. he has no means of saving you out here, you're nowhere near camp and he can't leave you here while he gets help, "i want to go home..." your voice is weak, trailing off and albedo isn't sure if he should let the tears brinking his ocean coloured eyes fall as your breaths become raspy. chapped lips open and close, trying to find the words to reply to you but all he can muster is a weak "we're going home, dear" when your chest ceases to rise again. his breathing is jagged, clutching you close to him as if you’ll disappear for good when he lets go.

aether clings to you like ivy to a brick building. you give him hope in this search for his twin sister - one he's beginning to think is failing, day by day. you reassure him, that bright smile and sparkling eyes setting him on the right path. he's certain he would have gave up ages ago if it wasn't for you. but aether realises that he is constantly in danger. you love to adventure with, crossing the rolling hills of mondstadt and gawking at the grand mountain peaks of liyue that pierce through clouds.

it was only so long before he faced the repercussions for so willingly letting you travel with him, tearing his hope away in the blink of an eye.

"a-aether?" your voice is wavering, aether is confused. you've been travelling with him for so long now, what could possibly have scared you about some hilichurls? but he turns to face you, blade at the ready - ready to protect you. his eyes fall on the arrow lodged in your chest, your eyes wide in fear as you stare at him in panic. it was already too late to protect you, he'd failed himself. aether drops the sword in his hand, paying no mind to how it clutters on the gravel below you both when he's rushing forward to ease you to the ground. you're stable - awake but for how long? you're in shock, it's going to fade and you'll succumb to the blood reddening your attire. aether swears lightly under his breath, unable to look you in the eyes out of pure guilt; this was his fault, he hadn't protected you. now not only had he lost his sister, he'd lost his partner too. "it hurts to breathe," you mumble, your eyelashes are fluttering gently. the sun behind aether is starting to burn at your eyes, "aether why are you crying?" the blond isn't even aware of the salty tears that glisten in the sunlight when they roll down his cheeks, dripping off his jaw and onto your shoulder where aether has laid your head onto his lap. it's comfortable, just as it always is. on days where you needed a break from walking, aether would often let you lay like this under a nearby tree. the thought makes aether choke out a sob. you smile sadly. "you can't leave me too," your hand cups his cheek, thumb weakly stroking at the tearstained skin when he hiccups, "no, this isn't fair." there isn't civilisation for days and he can't keep the arrow lodged in your chest nor does he have the means of stopping the blood if he pulls it out. aether is at a loss, unable to do anything while he watches the damage done to you internally take you from him beneath his own hands. "hey, you'll find her." you sound so certain, just as you always do and aether watches that positive spark die from your eyes when your breaths turn to rasps and he finds himself yelling at your body - at the sky, at anybody! he yells and yells, hoping someone listens to his cries for you to wake up. wake up, please.

heizou believes that of all the cases he's cracked, you're his favourite. he's read every line written into your skin as you age, the blemishes that litter your body and tell tales untold. you were his favourite mystery but now he had you like a stained glass window, beautiful and on display. although as a detective, heizou has destroyed many more lives than he is keen to admit. his suspects have families - lives, presumably before he has them in jail or worse, life sentence.

their families are hurt, angrily in denial that their own blood could commit such vile atrocities. heizou took something precious from them, what was stopping them from doing the same to him in an act of revenge?

heizou is more than used to his routine of coming home to you, being able to drown in the comfort of your arms after a long day of work. he's disturbed by the front door being open but albeit it's the peak of summer in inazuma, the humidity is drowning you, especially if you're not native to the islands. you're not quick to greet them when he steps in however, in fact he can't even see you. the house is untouched but the silence is deafening. "i'm home," heizou calls out, brows knitting together when he doesn't hear you chime his name back excitedly, "love?" the silence is killing heizou, it's unlike you at all but then he hears it, the meek sound of you calling his name out back. it sounds like you're in the bedroom and with a relieved smile, heizou finds himself heading to find you. but verdant eyes fall on the red smeared on the walls, staining the bedsheets and pooling around you. the relief is gone and his body is tense with dread as he drops the case files he'd been holding, quick to kneel with you and hug you close when you reach for him. "what happened?" his voice is panicked, he's barely breathing when he feels your blood soak through his clothes. he's searching you for your wound, shaking, "love, answer me." your chapped lips open but nothing seems to come out, you feel cold to the touch and all you can do is stare up at heizou. you knew the moment you was attacked that this was it for you but your biggest fear wasn't death, it was heizou. it was your witty detective, keen and full of intuition that he prides himself in; it was whether you'd see him one last time before your heart put in its final beat. heizou doesn't take your inability to speak lightly, letting out a flurry of curses that makes your brows furrow in distaste. you wasn't fond of him swearing when he got stressed but as you watch a tear fall down his cheek, you know you can't argue about his tongue anymore. he has every right to be mad when your bloody hand reaches up for him, the warm palm of his hand quick to grab your hand and coat his fingers. "i love you," you mumble, raspy and heizou is quick to shake his head - conserve your energy, "don't cry please." "you're not allowed to leave me," he chokes out, his lower lip tugged between his lips as his spare hand presses on your wound to try stop the bleeding. you wince but heizou doesn't lighten the pressure in fear, "i'll find who did this." your lips curl up at his words and heizou leans to press a kiss to your forehead, which is clammy and covered in a light sheen. by the time he pulls away, he's the only one left breathing in the room. heizou's shaking hands cup your cheeks, eyes darting around the room when he doesn't quite know what to do. he's used to this - the blood, the smell, the touch of a lifeless body but not when it's you. not when it's the love of his life. he wails in anguish, the taste in his mouth bitter when he swears revenge on whoever took you from him.

kazuha took his time warming up to you when you first met. you didn't blame him, you'd heard the tale of his late friend from captain beidou when you first came onboard the alcor. but your patience with him warmed his heart quicker than expected, leaving you inseparable as you travelled with the crew. even on land, kazuha was joined to your hip. he claimed he was there to protect you and that excuse expanded tenfold when you started dating.

he should have never taken his eyes off you, simply searching for firewood shouldn't have consequences like this.

when the last treasure hoarder falls limp to the dusty ground, kazuha finds himself enveloping you in his arms, eyes frantically scanning your face for signs of pain. you're unresponsive, eyelashes shut but your breathing is shallow while your body fights the unexpected blood loss. "fuck," he whispers, much out of his comfort zone when he's trying to find exactly where your wound is. your blood is staining his skin, getting under his nails where it'll haunt and remind him of what happened for weeks, "y/n? love?" your brows knit as if you can hear him but he's unsure if you're just reacting to the pain. your body is most likely in shock and kazuha is running out of time before the shock fades and you're left in excruciating pain until your last breath. the thought makes kazuha feel sick. he was gone for at least ten minutes, how did he lose you so quickly? he shouldn't have told you to stay at camp by yourself. you'd offered to go with him but kazuha trusted you'd be safe without him, even just for a few minutes. his face turns sour at his own thoughts. how foolish had he been to think you'd have been safe without him? "i-i love you," he stutters out, voice cracking as he presses a kiss to your head, burying his nose in your hair when he tries to blanket himself in your scent - begging to the archons that he'll wake up in bed, "come on, let's go back to the alcor, beidou will get help." he's speaking to you in the softest of tones, his voice hushed as to not disturb the silence of the countryside - or attract more unwanted attention. carefully, kazuha raises himself to his feet with you in his arms. he sees tomo in you for a moment, forcing himself to swallow when there's a suffocating lump in his throat. by the time kazuha has stumbled back to the alcor, beidou rushing over with her face void of colour, your heart is no longer thudding against your ribcage. kazuha will never again hear your heartbeat when he lays his head on your chest or feel your pulse in your wrist when he grabs hold of you.

wanderer figured it was foolish to fall in love after all he'd gone through. what was love when you've been betrayed so many times before? when the archons have so harshly ripped the ones you love away from you? he likes to scowl and shun the premise of love until he met you, an adventurer from the guild assisting in vahumana darshan commissions. you would stubbornly strike conversations up with him, following him as he walked away until he finally caved and would reply.

was it foolish to fall in love or rather was it foolish to place his fragile trust back in the hands of the archons?

his ears are ringing, was mawtiyima forest always this loud? no, it's not even loud - it's silent. the silence is buzzing in his ears, driving him insane as he watches you cough blood onto the dirt. you'd been tasked with clearing out the treasure hoarder camp within the glowing forest - but wanderer isn't stupid. to let you do that alone? he'd be a mad man. but now he isn't too sure if he should have tagged along. would it have hurt him less to find out you'd passed away out on a commission through the guild? or is it hurting less to watch as you splatter that precious red that you humans rely on all over the ground? wanderer finds himself barely able to utter a word. that's rare, he usually has something to say in that stark, rude tone he never explicitly dropped. it made him cold, it stopped people approaching and getting close. why didn't it work against you? "w-why are you looking at me like that?" you croak out, pupils dilated and staring at him in concern. he's as pale as the snow on dragonspine but the tip of his nose is a pink hue as tears well up and sting at his widened eyes. he's not crying, he refuses to cry - he puts it down to not having blinked for a while. so he blinks but you're still hunched over, impaled by a polearm before him. he finally moves forward, kneeling carefully to the side of you as you let out a choked sob, your hands gripping his cold ones tight in yours. he's confused, what did he do to deserve it this time? he didn't ask for this existence in the first place. cursing under his breath, his eyes land on your sword on the floor. it's worn, getting dull and wanderer questions if you was unable to protect yourself properly. no. he didn't protect you properly and the archons saw an opportunity, another jab at his curse of an existence. his eyes dart between you and the blade, then the polearm that isn't welcome where it is. you wince, hiccuping as you wail into the silence of mawtiyima forest. your vision is falling hazy in between the blur of your tears and you're struggling to keep your eyes on your boyfriend's familiar face. "no, no, no - don't go," wanderer panics. it's the first thing he's said since he offered to join you on this commission, "don't leave me, not you too." you let out a sad laugh, coughing blood once more as your breaths get shorter with every one you take. wanderer feels sick, the tears are falling down his cheeks and he can't deny them anymore. there's a last breath, raspy and suffocating before your body falls forward into his arms, limp like a doll. wanderer screams out into the night, hands clutching at the guild's uniform you would proudly wear. how many more times was he going to witness someone getting hastily robbed from him?

xiao keeps his distance, even as your beloved boyfriend that you struggle to be away from for extended periods. you were stubborn, believing he didn't have to succumb to his karma as an adeptus. no matter how much he would shuffle away, he could guarantee you would shuffle after him until he no longer moved away. you still gave him his space - you knew you could find him at wangshu inn.

or if you really needed him, in the midst of the night for a multitude of reasons, you could say his name.

there's a lump in xiao's throat, what the fuck happened? one moment he knows he hears your hurried screams of his name, there's a shrill panic in your tone and he's alert in seconds. he thought you was perhaps in danger but when golden eyes see how you're leaning back on a tree, blood soaking your shirt - and your blade, he realises the danger is gone. and in all of your stubbornness, you had defeated the danger alone but put your life on the line as a result. you smile at him weakly, his footsteps silent as he rushes over to your side. "i got it, don't worry, love." you sigh, tilting your head back on the bark. xiao scowls, you're losing consciousness from the blood now, it's starting to pool beneath you and run down the cracks of the bark behind you. this isn't a minor injury and yet you hadn't called for him sooner? "we need to get you out of here - morax- zhongli- he can help," he barely breathes in between his words, swallowing at the tight feeling in his throat when your eyes are closing, "keep your eyes open, please." his beg falls short of no one's ears other than his own and the stars above. xiao stops breathing himself, holding his breath when he hurries to press the pads of his fingers to your neck, your wrist, anywhere he can try find a pulse. but there's nothing, your body is still warm and xiao pulls you flush to his chest when tears begin to fall down his cheeks. "keep.. them open. please." he repeats in a whisper, nudging his nose against your head as he buries his face into your hair. he's begging in hushed whispers, words disappearing into the strands of your hair in silent prayers.

kaeya was the one who chased you first, lisa's darling library assistant. he'd never spent so much time in the library in his life, other than crepus' own library at the winery but he wasn't much fond of that collection. he isn't much fond of the knights' collection either, reading the same book every day. jean occasionally entrusts you to handle matters in the valleys of mondstadt, to which kaeya is quick to always interfere and say that he'll go with you.

history will always repeat itself until the lesson is learned and an innocent soul has to face the reality.

thunder booms over head, followed by a distant crack of lightning that illuminates the dark sky above mondstadt. kaeya is stood, motionless as he looks at you. his eyes are distant, there's a vacant look about him when the blood is running down your bare legs and mixing with the rain. you're both soaked but your clothes are staining red where a mitachurl's axe caught you in the side. the blood is coming quick and heavy, there isn't time for kaeya to get you back to the city. this scene is familiar when you fall to your knees in the mud, hands holding at your side for pressure. suddenly, your hair is a bright shade of red. is kaeya about to stand and do nothing for a second time, when history is repeating himself right in front of his very own eyes? he swallows but it's difficult, rushing to your side. you're losing consciousness but your eyes are scanning his face. the sun kissed skin, the worn leather eyepatch and his messy blue ponytail that now looks like waterfalls cascading around his face. you smile at the thought. you should visit the waterfalls of mondstadt when the weather picks up so you can gawk at them. "baby?" it comes out of his mouth, barely audible above the rain, "say something - are you okay?" you almost throw back a playful retort but your vision is darkening around the edges and you're grasping to what sight you have left to look at kaeya. your vision blurs when tears threaten to spill - are you scared? you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. kaeya's gloved hands cup your face, pressing his forehead against yours. "stay with me, love, i can't lose you," kaeya's frantic and his words are jumbling when he panics, "we'll stop the bleeding and take you to sister barbara-" kaeya pauses when he notices you haven't blinked despite the rain falling onto your face when he pulls his forehead away. there's a distant look in your eyes, the light has faded and he can't feel the hot, struggled breaths you was taking against his skin anymore. a flurry of angered swears leave his lips and he's careful when he carries you bridal style to the dawn winery. it's the first place he thinks to take you, back to his brother who can't bear to see kaeya stood in the rain again with blood drenching his clothes from the long walk to the winery's front door.

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Naughty Little Secret Pt.2

Reactions of Genshin men finding your spicy literature.

Ft. Childe, Albedo, and Alhaitham (Aka blue eyed boy edition)

(PART 1) Ft. Diluc, Cyno, and Thoma (PART 3) Ft. Scaramouche, Itto, and Xiao

Tags: PG-13, Sexual Themes, GN!Reader, Technically SFW, Crushes, TW!Blood (Albedo) but it’s very mild, LOTS OF TEASING Notes: I swear my first time writing a character always turns out so long. I so appreciate everyone cheering me on tho! Feel free to send suggestions to my inbox! 💘(Repost!)

Childe

Spicy romance novels were your guilty pleasure. After a rough week at work, you deserved to sit back at Yanshang Teahouse and let the flow of words on the pages guide your imagination. You held your newest purchase in your hand and pondered if the cover art was a coincidence. Perhaps deep down, you subconsciously picked the book with a pretty ginger boy on the cover.

Tartagalia hadn’t visited Liyue in a while... and maybe there was a part of you that missed the tall handsome Snezhnayan boy just a tiny bit. You were a tad totally heartbroken when your friend departed from the harbor. He would come by your work quite often just to chat and whenever he had time to kill. Eventually, his company and charming words just became a part of your routine. It was impossible not to be dazzled by the boy’s abundant attention. But as time passed and you felt confident that you were completely over your little crush. You shook your head of those thoughts, it wasn’t important why you chose the book you did. You were here to enjoy yourself and you were hell bound to do just that.

The orange haired protagonist finds himself swept up in trouble much bigger than himself. To protect what’s dearest to him, he becomes a spy to an organization he holds no loyalty to. While behind enemy lines, he meets a girl who sees right through the mask he puts on. She not only figures out he’s a spy, but also sees his bleeding heart that has the ability to turn for the better. Your heart ached for the boy. The way he was stuck between his duties and who he loved made you feel endless sympathy for the protag. He had to betray one in the end to accomplish the other.

His mission was going to be completed in the morning. After that, he would never see the girl again. The handsome ginger spilled his feeling, laying himself out bare to the girl he loved. She knows, she always did, and she wanted to show him now on their last night. Emotions flood forward as their bodies tangle with one another. He wants her to feel his earnest passion. He wants to bring her joy, to bring her the happiness she deserved, to bring her pleasure... A low familiar whistle pulled your mind from the scene. No way...

“Huh, so this is what you do while I’m away...” A cheeky voice teased. You whipped your head to look at the widest shit eating grin that you’ve ever seen since.... well since he left.

“Tartagalia? What- When did you?” You were reeling and sputtered in surprise and embarrassment. You attempted redirect his attention and tuck the novel behind you as a last ditch effort to save your pride. But alas, Ajax was not known to be a merciful guy.

“Ah ah ah Y/N, I hadn’t got a good look at that last page. I just have to know about those ‘rippling abs’ mentioned.” Childe playfully reached behind you and snagged the book from your grip. You tried to swipe it back but his reflexes were too fast. “You don’t mind sharing right?”

“I’m serious give it back Childe!” You threatened, but it only spurred him further. He had a whole head up on you, and was talking full advantage of it. Childe held the book open above you and dramatically cleared his throat before reciting naughty lines from the passages. Your felt your face burn red in both embarrassment and now absolute fury.

This kid was so dead!

Albedo

There was urgency in your steps while you trekked through the snowy path. You visited Dragonspine enough times to know the beaten trail even when covered in fresh snow, but it was still your least favorite part of coming to the lab. If you had to list your favorite part, well...... your friend Albedo wasn’t exactly terrible to look at. You were glad to see him again so soon. Typically, you purposely spaced out your visits up the mountain, but when you received a letter asking for your assistance in a research matter you really couldn’t say no.

As junior librarian of the knights, you were tasked with dropping off books and other study material to Albedo’s lab. It’s a grueling task but the two of you got along very well so you were always happy to do it. That being said, you weren’t exactly a person of science and opted reading into history and arts most times. Through years of knowing Albedo, you had to set a clear cut boundary on being a test rat for the alchemist. So far he has respected your wishes, so you didn’t assume it was why he’d call you out here. The curiosity was almost as bad as the blistering cold hitting your nose. As soon as the light illuminating from the lab was in view, you rushed forward desperate for warmth.

“Y/N, I’ve been awaiting you.” Albedo greeted you kindly.

“Hey Albe-” The words died in your throat when you caught sight of your friend. The blond’s hair was free from its usual up-do, messy locks framed the boys handsome features and flowed over his shoulders. Albedo’s neat attire was now lax, his knightly accessories nowhere to be seen. What could be seen was the expanse of the alchemist’s collarbone since two additional buttons were undone on his dress shirt. Somehow even while fully clothed, it felt indecent to witness him like this. “Is... everything alright Albedo?” You asked, averting your eyes to keep from ogling your friend.

“Of course.” Albedo answered easily, his voice was low and sultry. “Please take a seat Y/N. I have something urgent that needs your eyes.” He directed you, cocking his head towards the small table. Your brain was short circuiting and all you could think to do was obediently sit. You had never seen the serious and calculated man like this but you weren’t exactly complaining either. Albedo served you a cup of hot tea and opted to lean against the table instead of sitting.

“So... um what did you need me to look at.” You asked awkwardly, unsure what to do with yourself.

“Well obviously I want you to look at me Y/N” A light smirk formed across Albedo’s lips and he smoothly leaned over your chair. Your eyes followed every single movement while your face quickly began to heat up. Where was all of this coming from? Should you be concerned?

“W- what do you mean by that?” You blurted out, mind racing a mile a minute.

“I want you to-” Everything came to a screeching halt when your chair, that Albedo had been leaning on, began to tilt backwards. Both you and blond were sent crashing to the ground, ruining any kind of mood that was building. Your head ached from where you bumped it but Albedo intentionally took the brunt of it, completely face-planting into the hard floor.

“Albedo are you alright??” You hovered over him. The boy simply turned to you and blinked. His stoic expression was more akin to what you typically were used to.

“I apologize Y/N. It seems I didn’t fully grasp the concepts in the experiment before executing it. Are you hurt?” He stood up and carefully helped you to your feet. He examined you for any signs of injury, regardless of his obviously bleeding nose.

“Im good, the chair broke most of my fall. You on the other hand...” You grabbed a handkerchief and try to assist him. “Wait... experiment? Is that what this is all about?” You accused, slightly irked.

“Yes, I saw a fascinating book among the study material you left behind recently. I assumed that it was a new subject you had recommended for me.” Albedo stated simply. “Its contents was um... quite intimate at times, but I thought it was a interesting perspective on forming human connections.” You felt froze, but this time not from the blistering cold.

“Did the book have um.... did it have a pair of cuffs on the front?” You asked, praying to the archons that you were mistaken.

“Yes, I studied it extensively.” Albedo replied without a hint of shame on his features. You replayed his interactions and what had just transpired in your head and looked back over to your friend.

“Okay two things. One, don’t you dare breathe a word to anyone about that book or else I’ll be very upset with you. And two, that was fucking hilarious.” You bursted out in laughter at the absurdity of the whole happenstance. Albedo gazed back at you confused, but your amusement was undeniably infectious. He smiled fondly back at you. Although the experiment couldn’t be labeled a success, the outcome was still one he found pleasing.

Alhaitham

It was grueling working in the Akademiya recently. The overthrow of power left everyone with plenty to do. You would go mad from attending meeting after meeting if you didn’t have some sort of stress outlet. Writing was a way you liked to ease your mind, like an escape of sorts. You loved writing loose plots for light novels and dreamed to one day send an entry to the “Wow This Novel is Amazing!” contest in Inazuma. You were far from a finished manuscript, but it’s days like these that gave you inspiration. After working through piles of paperwork, you earned yourself a moment of indulgence. Especially when stress was eating you alive, your scenes tended to take a turn for the... suggestive.

The scene opened to the main character pondering why their mentor kept themselves at arms length. She respected him immensely and strives to uphold his reputation by improving her skill. He was young and handsome, skilled far beyond his years. They held a close bond, closer than either of them have ever experienced. Now it was unclear why he was giving her such a cold shoulder. She confronts her mentor about the reasons behind his actions. He expresses his pride in her, how she has come far in the their time together. But for her to achieve new highs, she must leave him behind. His feelings for her would only be a hindrance now.

She felt the tension between them for some time now. It was lingered in soft bushes between fingers, meaningful glances over meals, and caring gestures done without thinking. She’s fallen for the beautiful man, to a point that it wasn’t logical. No words need to be exchanged, only body heat. Arms hold onto the other in yearning desperation. Lips hungrily meet, as if they’ll never to be sated. Her want clouds all her senses and she could feel his willingness to give her everything, all of him. Hot needy breaths trail down her body, discarding any clothes that stood barrier, until he finally put his mouth directly on-

“Busy Y/N?” The amused man asked from the doorway. You jump in response, quickly pushing aside the parchment that you were writing on.

“Alhaitham! What are you doing here?” You pipe up, surprised to see your friend for more than one reason. Alhaitham had been promoted to acting grand sage while the rest was still settling, he had to be incredibly busy.

“I see you’re not very excited to see me,” Alhaitham teased, strolling casually into your office anyway. “Even after I went through the trouble of coming to grab the data reports myself and pay you a visit.” He tsked.

“You came to see me? Ah, so you need a favor.” You playfully jabbed back, easily finding comfort in the other’s company. It really had been quite a while. If it weren’t for the man’s inflated ego, you might have told him that you’ve missed him.

“You wound me. It’s not an oddity for colleagues reconnect reminisce while also carrying out an errand for the acting great sage.” Alhaitham replied smoothly, not bothering to go through the motions and pretend to act hurt.

“Yikes, already pulling the ‘acting great sage’ card.” You chuckle. Alhaitham and you have worked closely together for years, so you didn’t mind going out of your way to do him a favor. But maybe one day he would learn that all he had to do was ask nicely.

“It would be foolish to not use the assets as they are presented to me.” The former scribe shrugged. He opened his mouth as if to continue the witty banter, but a beep from on his person alerted him of something. “I’ll have to brief you later. I’ll just take the data reports and be on my way.”

“Right, here it goes.” You handed him the prepared stack of papers on your desk and just like that Alhaitham was gone, off to his next endeavor. Wow he really is swamped now a days. You thought, ready to get back into your writing. Ideas kept flowing through you as you looked for the parchment you just had.... Wait it was just right here. Oh no.

“ALHAITHAM! I NEED THE DATA REPOR-” You barged into acting grand sage’s office, which was no easy feat. You were stopped again and again by all the matra crawling about. Your mouth ran dry when spotted the parchment in the smirking man’s hands. You wished the floor would just open up and swallow you whole so that you wouldn’t have to look at that cocky handsome face.

“The data report? Certainly, it’s right over there on the desk.” Alhaitham stated, not bothering to take his eyes off your handwriting. “I’m still going over some of it now and I have to say, it’s quite in depth.” He went on.

“You are such a jerk! Give it!” You resorted to trying to snatch it, but the former scribe easily turned away without sparing you even a single glance. You knew what he wanted and damn did it feel like making a deal with the devil. “I’ll owe you a favor, no questions asked. Just hand it over and keep your mouth shut.”

“Two favors.” He bargained without batting an eye.

“You’re pushing it-”

“One is for my silence and the other for the safe return of your... passion project.” Alhaitham interjected, finally tearing his eyes from your writing to shoot you a glance above the paper. You willed a stern expression onto your face, even while a furious blush bloomed cross your cheeks. A curt nod sealed the agreement and the man casually returned the parchment to you as promised. You snatched the paper from him and averted your gaze.

“Y/N you have quite the knack for imagery.” Alhaitham added slyly. You expected he would tease you a little longer, so you braced yourself for the worst. What you did’t expect was the tall man to lean over you with his hand braced on the desk. Your eyes shot up to his in surprise. “If you’re ever in need for another peer review, I’d be happy to offer my services.” He winked.

#alhaitham x reader #alhaitham genshin #alhaitham #genshin imagines #genshin #genshin headcanons #genshin impact #genshin x reader #albedo #albedo x reader #albedo kreideprinz #albedo genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #childe tartaglia ajax #genshin tartagalia #childe x reader #childe genshin impact #suggestive

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hitomisuzuya · 4 months

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First, thank you everyone for your continued support. I have been having a hard time lately, and writing on Tumblr has really helped. Btw, I got Scara's C3. Now, I love him. I love him so much with every fiber of my being, but this time he was such a fucking shit. I mean, for real, I went in with nearly 25k in primos and omg he drained me down to fucking 9k before I got his con. And to top it off, I pulled Baizhu's signature instead of Scara's. Like god, I had an easier time pulling the Polar Star for Childe. All I wanna do is spoil Scara and he won't even let me do that. At least Childe let's me spoil him.

Then Scara turns around and pops 50k off with his burst for me. How can I stay mad at him?

Yes, I have been playing Honkai Star Rail. I love it. I will write only for Aventurine, right now. Like hell, I am weak for that man. I will write girl smut too cause damn, Acheron and Kafka, holy shit I absolutely will write for them. My very favorite enemy is the dinosaur cook with the chefs hat🥰 Even though it's a bitch to fight😭

CAT CAKES!🥺

Who even read all that?😂 Anyways, a poll before I open requests next week. The choice is yours, guys. What's on deck next?

#poll #nonsense #rant

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circyexistforcontent · 2 years

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Hello! i absolutely love your work <33 can i request sagau scaramouche rates your taste in genshin boys pt 2. with diluc, kaeya and zhongli??

SAGAU SCARAMOUCHE RATES YOUR TASTE IN GENSHIN MEN PT. 2

❀ synopsis: you introduce your friend/unofficial sibling to your lover, what could possibly go wrong? everything...

❀ notes: AJNDJNEHBFH MY FIRST REQUEST!!! thank you so much for the support and reblogs, I'm also very honored you like my writing! here's the first part

❀ pronouns: none specified

Diluc Ragnvindr: 2/10

Diluc is this 🤏 close to receiving a 1/10 if he continues to invade you and Scaramouche's sibling bonding time. Obviously, the two don't get along (and will probably never get along) due to Diluc's past and Scara's trust issues, the two argue a lot about you while you're just there vibing with the lamp grass unaware of the commotion.

He's heard of it all, the youngest Cavalry Captain who left the Knights to pursue Monstadt's enemies alone. He'd sometimes use his knowledge of Diluc's past to provoke him, and boy does it provoke him. The two went into a full-blown fistfight at one point, with the occasional use of a vision since their weapons have been thrown aside by the other.

Scaramouche is clingy to the ones who stay by his side, and Diluc is protective of the ones he loves, so you can imagine what it was like when Diluc saw you walking along with Scaramouche (who Diluc knows as the Balladeer, the 6th harbinger of the Fatui) when you told him that you would be introducing a very close friend of yours. It started with Diluc carrying you on his shoulder and running away, with a wild Scaramouche on his tail. And ended with Diluc being treated by Barbara and Scaramouche being treated by Nahida.

You really have to manage your time here, the two won't ever get along and if you spend more time with the other, the one you didn't spend time with will go visit the other and start demanding that they leave you alone. Diluc would wonder how you could ever tolerate and even care for Scaramouche, whatever your reason is he wouldn't be able to understand. Scaramouche would ask when will you break up with Diluc, and would pout if you reply that you wouldn't break up with him.

Kaeya: 3/10

Just right next to Venti, and he would soon be ranked right next to his brother if Kaeya doesn't learn to shut the fuck up-

Arrogant, lazy, and a teasing prick. How many more traits can Kaeya have to piss people off? Scaramouche already looks down on humans, and seeing Kaeya with you disgusts him as he believes you deserve so much better. their first impressions of each other were bad, you can feel the tension in the air when the two just stood there with fake smiles.

He hates it when Kaeya tags along in your travels, even insisting on helping the both of you with your journeys when he has free time. Scaramouche would make a passive-aggressive comment on how the two of you don't need his help, and that you are both capable of defending each other. if you agreed to Kaeya joining Scaramouche would be appalled, before turning around so no one can see the expression on his face. Why did you agree??

The two are in a contest with how much they're provoking each other. If the other one breaks and lash out, the one who didn't wins. Their words to each other are sharp, and even when they're having a decent conversation with the other it's only when you're around, and even then it has slight undertones and hidden threats. Good lord, I hope you have a lot of patience.

Zhongli/Rex Lapis/Morax: 4/10

You know that situation where someone's little sister is dating a boy and the big brother tries to be intimidating but the boy she's dating is taller and stronger than the big brother. Yeah that's the situation Scaramouche is in, but you are not a little girl nor is Zhongli just a human boy.

He's very annoyed with the situation, he's supposed to be the reliable one! What is this skyscraper of a man doing here?! Ngl he might be a tad bit insecure with the situation and would be at arm's length around you the entire time Zhongli was around the both of you. After the first few weeks of introducing him to Zhongli Scaramouche would notice just how pathetic this man is for you, and would find it amusing to watch.

Though it would soon turn to annoyance when Zhongli slowly starts dedicating all his time to you and going as far as to do his paperwork right next to you. This pet of yours is slowly turning into a pest, and he wants to get rid of it immediately. Zhongli would notice how Scaramouche is excluding him from your travels and would confront him about it in private. After the confrontation the atmosphere between the two became suffocating.

The only thing holding back Zhongli from throwing an entire mountain at the child was the fact that you and Scaramouche have a bond similar to siblings. The two of you insult each other but it never held any sort of ill-intent, and you both travel together frequently. Zhongli would rather die than be hated by you, and killing/hurting Scaramouche is a one-way ticket to being hated. So for now, he would just try to spend as much time with you, even if it means being next to the purple haired brat.

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l0vergirlatheart · 2 years

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Hello! I have this idea/request for sagau loosely based off of me and my friend’s dynamic where there are two separate creators. Like, not two reader clones or smth just two separate people, either of them can be reader, or both??? Idk, just do whatever you want with this idea :)

They both play genshin, and both of their accs r self aware. One of them is a whale who has all the characters and plays everyday. However, they dont know much about building characters because their fav part of the game is the lore and knows a lot abt it and always talks while playing. The other is a f2p that plays for several weeks straight before taking along break, and only has their fav characters (COUGH wanderer COUGH) and they are the type to never speak AT ALL while gaming. They also have more of a meta player mindset while building their fav characters and doesnt care for much for the lore.

I just like to imagine how the genshin cast would react to them in coop, especially for the first time. Just seeing one of them rant to the other about the lore or seeing one of them one shot all the enemies. And imagine two if the same characters from the different accs meeting each other.

absolutely love the idea of two wanderers as that silly little fucking spiderman meme

also there's scaramouche instead of wanderer for now for the plot

DOUBLES! ft. scaramouche and albedo

c.w // spoilers for sumeru quest and scara's backstory, heavy(?) angst in scara's part, pet names BECAUSE I CAN!!1!11!! GRAHH

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ALBEDO

"What are these talent levels?? Why'd you crown Albedo's normal attack? It's the most useless in his kit- you know you should've leveled his Skill, right?" You said, while you looked at your friends Albedo- it honestly hurt to look at.

"Uh.. Yeah, I totally knew that.. I just was.. testing it.. out..?" Your friend mumbled into their mic, obviously lying.

Meanwhile, in one of your worlds, two Albedos were silently watching the other.

'Why is there another me? I could've swore I killed Dorian.. but he also has a star mark. It looks exactly like mine.' They both thought to themselves.

Eventually, one of them spoke out.

"Who are you?" Albedo said, staring at the other blankly, the smallest bit of confusion and fascination only seen if you truly tried to look for it hard within his eyes.

"I am Albedo."

"I am also Albedo. Are you sure you're really 'Albedo'?"

"Are you sure you're Albedo?"

This went on for a while.. neither of them were like this usually, but the other just wouldn't give up. Both were persistent when curiosity had peaked, and this just got very interesting.

end : 1/2

SCARAMOUCHE

"...well, that was one hell of a boss fight.." You mumbled under your breath.. you had barely managed to make it out of Scaramouche's boss fight alive-- half of your characters were dead, and the others were barely hanging on by a thread-- you truly need to thank the ancient Genshin cooks for Sweet Madames and Chicken Mushroom Skewers..

"It sucks that Scara really thinks that about himself. I mean, sure, he was abandoned by Raiden, but not because he was weak or anything. It's really because she just didn't want to control every aspect of his life, but there are of course, better ways she could've done that. You do have to understand that both made mistakes that lead them to where they are now, and..." You went off on a ramble, and unbeknownst to you, a certain purple-haired boy was listening to everything that spilled from your lips.

Everything he's ever known and believed in-- it was all just.. just a misunderstanding? He felt hopeless all of a sudden, he felt like falling.. and he did.

That's when you looked back at the screen, suddenly knocked out of your rambling state and (semi)yelled out, "Oh shit, ain't nobody gonna catch him?!" ...and nobody did. You silently flinched at the sound of the impact-- even through a screen, you could tell that hurt horribly.

"Oh no, poor darling.." You mumbled sympathetically as you read each and every word stated and said during the 'quest,' just like you did with each and every other one. You knew all of this yet you still felt so sad for the poor puppet Scaramouche. He really didn't deserve any of that, you thought to yourself as you wished you could've done something, or that you could do something.. if only it weren't through a screen.

Scaramouche hated being pitied, but maybe.. maybe if it was you, he didn't mind, and maybe he felt a small sense of pride because it meant in some way, and at some point, you cared for him.. and that filled him with more joy than either of you realized, and much more joy than you ever will even think.

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boundinparchment · 9 months

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Genshin Fic Reccomendations

Here are some of my personal fic reccs. All links go to AO3. Some of these are from writers I've had the great honor to get to know. Others are ones I've stumbled across over the course of the last few years. All have a special place in my heart and I wanted to take the time in the final week of the year to lift up other writers!

This list is alphabetical by character (and skews heavily towards Dottore). Dividers are from saradika-graphics.

If you're on this list and want your tumblr tagged as well, let me know!

Alhaitham

The Brazen and the Cold - Rosengrata

Teen. Alhaitham/OC. Rosen always puts so much attention into the dynamic between the characters and making them feel immersed in the world, like they belong there. The bickering and the banter between Aisha and Althaitham is incredibly entertaining.

Magpie - Insult2Injury

Explicit. Alhaitham/Female Reader. In which you catch Alhaitham in a compromising position and offer some…assistance. Mind the tags.

Childe & Scaramouche

Love is a Dog From Hell - Maokitty

Mature. Childe/Female Reader, Scaramouche/Female Reader, mind the tags. Absolutely heart-breaking as only Mao knows how to cultivate. Immersive and grounded in the way reader is woven into the world of the Harbingers (and all the more painful for it). This fic is one of the only exceptions for either of these characters; thanks for hurting me in this way.

Diluc

Lady Lazarus - Unlockthelore

Diluc / OC, OC / OC. One of the first Genshin fics I ever read as a whole (pretty sure). The prose is so rich and descriptive, captivating right from the start. Go check out the author’s other fics + original works

Il Dottore

Take My Everything (It Was Always Yours) - Nightfrost

Mature. Il Dottore & The Tsaritsa. Like all stories on this list, it deserves far more attention than it gets. This was one of the first Dottore fics I read, back when little was available other than the manga and a few brave people were creating content based on that alone. The writing itself is beautiful, poetic in the way it portrays his rise to power and his dedication to the Tsaritsa despite his hatred for the gods. The warnings should be heeded (torture, descriptions of torture, monsterification, not a happy ending).

Moon Waltz - Yoshinori

General Audiences. Gender neutral reader/Dottore. An enjoyable mix of canon and headcanon, especially with the Segment lore thrown into the mix.

I’ll Break You - 12thFatui

Teen. Il Dottore/Female Reader. Beloved enemies to lovers with lots of world building. An indulgent favorite read.

Lungs Into Gills - Lestaire

Explicit. Il Dottore/Female Reader. The definitive Sharktorre fic. Need I go on? (I’m absolutely enabling you again if you ever do more with this).

Solar Flare - Lestaire

Explicit. Il Dottore/Female Reader. A Fontainian scientist finds herself in Snezhnaya as Dottore’s new assistant. Shenanigans and pining ensure. It’s been a treat to see this story develop! <3 I’m looking forward to the rest of it (and all of you should too!)

the capillaries in my eyes are bursting - LocalPlagueNurse

Mature. Il Dottore/Female Reader. Heavy family dysfunction and angst, in which Dottore’s wife grows tired of his nonsense and the man is too dense to realize until it’s too late.

Chemistry - Jessamine_Rose02

Not Rated. Il Dottore/Female Reader. Yandere, dark themes, unhealthy relationship. Whenever I’m in need of a dark yandere fic for Dottore, this one comes to mind.

He Hates You - Sweatandwoe

Explicit. Il Dottore/Reader. He just can’t stop thinking about you and has little self-control (and we love him for it)

Arrangement - Sherwood

Explicit. Il Dottore/Reader. Modern AU in which Dottore is a sugar daddy and both of you toe the boundaries. Mind the tags.

Motion Sickness - Chickenparm

General Audiences. Il Dottore/Reader. Zandik explores ancient technology. It doesn’t go as planned.

Eventide - Chickenparm

Explicit. Il Dottore/Female Reader. Unrequited love, mild yandere themes, smut; mind the tags. Another fic in which the writing is just as captivating as the character interactions themselves. The dynamic is perfect and I love the reader character in this, who could easily be their own person.

A Seed of Doubt - Krokus

Explicit. Il Dottore/Lumine. Hurt/comfort, smut. BDSM and sub/dom relationship, in which Dottore is (of course) perceptive. Mind the tags.

Responsiveness - Krokus

Explicit. Il Dottore/Lumine. Smut, BDSM, sub/dom relationship, implied drugging. A little experiment to see how Lumine reacts to his touch (and more). Mind the tags.

Crackling of Fire and Lightning - harmonic_melody

General Audiences. Il Dottore/La Signora. Signora survives her duel with the Raiden Shogun but returns with a newfound fear of lightning. Emotional hurt/comfort, and as usual Dottore sucks at feelings.

More Than Routine - morikouyou

Explicit. Il Dottore/Female Reader. Mind the tags; violence and noncon, generally a dark fic. Reader remembers Dottore from when he was Zandik, and finds herself a subject of his experiments.

Quid Pro Quo - Petrichorium

Explicit. Il Dottore/Female Reader. A deal with Dottore to help find a cure seals Reader’s fate. Jealous and repressed as only he can be, mixed with a Reader character who knows exactly how to get what she wants. Lives rent free in my head a lot.

Pale Flames Withering - Cassander

Explicit. Il Dottore/Pierro, Il Dottore’s Segments/Pierro. A beautiful relationship study in which both are bad with feelings, juggling immortality, and misinterpreting one another.

Kaveh

Even Exchange - Chickenparm

Explicit. Kaveh/Neutral Reader. Cute dynamic and a reader character that’s easy to believe exists within the universe; organic in their banter and interactions with Kaveh.

Scaramouche

Inauguration - Chickenparm

Explicit. Scaramouche/Female reader. Companion fic to Eventide. The only other exception for me regarding Scaramouche. Love the characterization! Scaramouche, so close to godhood, and yet so lonely, insecure; Reader, strong-willed and unbelieving. Themes are on-point, such a good balance to Dottore’s character in the other fic.

Xiao

Preta - Maokitty

Teen. Xiao/Gender neutral reader (if that’s wrong, correct me Mao; going by AO3 tags). Xianxia, with a lot of in-depth clarification and notes for those not familiar with the genre. I’ve been meaning to go back to this one, both for the prose and because I have a soft spot for the yaksha and adepti of Liyue.

Zhongli

Against All Odds Series - Rosengrata

Teen. Zhongli/Original Female Character. Hauteclaire struggles with her place as a Khaenri’ahn in a post-cataclysmic world; Zhongli is one of the few who understands the burden of a long life.

Stay Gold - Enegmatic

Mature. Zhongli/Female Reader. Reader comes from Fontaine and, upon looking for a new start, bumps right into Zhongli. Such good world-building and organic interactions, tension absolutely on point!

#juni fic reccs #genshin fic reccs #if i couldn't update by the end of the year I at least wanted to lift others up

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crimsononiarataki · 1 month

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@foolxsh-vxgrxnt asked: A few weeks after the last meeting, Nathan passes by Itto and again slips an envelope into the other's pocket. This time, it's only got a red '6' on the closed side and no addressee. The letter within is short and to-the-point, just inviting Itto to the cave with " – S " as the signature.

The Oni wouldn't immediately notice the letter but that was likely due to him having to fill out a patrol sheet. Since he'd finished his patrol of the areas that the Shogunate had tried to enter the island through before, as well as a couple others, he'd finish filling what he saw in, and note down that they should send a small group to one of the paths, because he'd spotted some footsteps in the sand.

After he got back to his private place, which was essentially a shack - he'd notice the letter, and pull it out to read it. A grin would appear on his face before he folded it, and hid it in a compartment nobody who entered his private space would even know to look for.

A Yokai's Secret.

He'd make his way to the cave using the higher area, so he could better keep an eye on his surroundings. He didn't want to be followed by any of the rookies who wanted him to take them on, and they couldn't climb. As he arrived he'd jump from cliff, to thick tree branch, rock face, before dropping onto his feet.

#foolxshvxgrxnt #The One and Oni (primary)#Itto of the Rebellion AU #Absolutely not my Enemy Scaramouche #You were unexpected; Yet most welcome

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gatoluva · 2 months

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A Shrunken Traveler

G/T Scaramouche Fic - SFW

My apologies if this isn’t my best writing, I’m currently obsessing over him so… had to crank something out to cure myself. Please request for other characters if you wish to see content of them too.

It was just a normal day for you really, you went about your usual adventuring- fighting off hilichurls, enemies, and such. You were off looking for some resources for a few friends of yours, but that came to a stop when you were interrupted by a fatui agent, this wasn’t unusual to happen- but there was something strange about the potion the bandits around him splashed at you. However, you quickly whipped up the battle, scoffing at the agent.

“I thought you’d know better by now…?” You said while you rolled your eyes at them. You grabbed your bag of the resources that you had collected, pocketing a few from the fallen agents and bandits around, and decided to head back to the place you were staying at in Sumeru. It was a nice evening, but on your way back you can’t help but feel drowsiness…? Assumingly, you think it’s because it’s late and you did a lot of fighting- that’s normal to drain you out, but that assumption is proven wrong as there is a tight pull at every single muscle in your body. Your joints felt like they were being caved in and put pressure on, it was nothing but pain for a minute or two until you passed out on the trail. Your bag of resources dropped beside you as you collapsed, and you dozed off.

You slept peacefully for a while, but something began to wake you up. A strange, loud thundering noise. Your eyes slowly opened, it felt like you were shaken every time that noise appeared, and you looked around. All you could see as you looked up was the sky, and the sky was clear- it wasn’t raining or thundering or anything. This confused you until the thundering noise got closer and shook you more roughly. You scrambled to sit up, but once you did your head ached and your eyes widened at how huge and far everything surrounding you looked. What the hell?

Suddenly, one big foot lands beside you, throwing sand toward what you realize is your small being, and you can’t help but feel anxiety in your gut, an irritating gnawing feeling of fear.

“Well, well, well, traveler. I think I’ve gained the right to refer to you as an unsightly insect now.”

A familiar voice boomed, the words they selected were familiar, and intimidating for you at this size. You decided to look up, slowly tilting your head back- but oh did it pain your neck to go that far, as you looked up you couldn’t make out a face, but you made out a familiar figure. You absolutely knew who loomed over you, but just in time to confirm your suspicions- he faced down, looking at you with a smug smirk.

“How rude of you to ignore me, traveler,” Scaramouche commented, tapping his foot once which shook you again. He scoffed a laugh, a bit embarrassed for you actually- how can you be so easily to shake with a singular foot tap?

“Don’t hurt me-“ you yelled up at him, if anyone would hurt you, you felt as if it would be likely to be him. Even if the wanderer was on a path to being a ‘new person’ you knew exactly the things he was capable of and how mischievous the man could be

The wanderer rolled his eyes, “You’re so uptight, you’re not worthy of being hurt- so don’t worry about it,” he said with that tone of irritation. His shadow grew bigger over you as he lowered himself, crouching on top of you. You got up to your feet, backing up some so you weren’t directly under the giant, being in that position had your anxiety levels rising ridiculously fast.

“Well, good…” you replied, looking away from the giant. Scaramouche sighed while scrutinizing you, “If I were you I’d be indefinitely embarrassed, you should just hide from the world at this size, this just spells danger…” he commented. You looked back up at him, rushing a hand to your neck to comfort the ache that started.

“I can’t just… hide away from the world…? I have to find my sibling,” you said- slightly annoyed he’d even suggest that. Scaramouche rolled his eyes and brought a finger down towards you, immediately you felt your heart race as his finger towered over you and came towards you, poking you. “And you think you can accomplish that at the size of an unworthy, disgusting, little pest?” The purple-haired man asked.

Every single word he spoke that ‘described you’ immediately grows the fear inside of you, out of all people to run into… you ran into Scaramouche, great. You hesitated your response, feeling kind of sad at that, how would you find your sibling at this size? You probably couldn’t take on an enemy anymore. “Well- I-“ you were interrupted, Scaramouche mocked you, “You- uh- you- uh- what- you-“ he laughed as he mocked your stuttering, poking you again and forcing you to fall and land on your rear. “Pathetic, you can’t do anything, traveler, what a shame you won’t be the hero everyone knows you as any longer.”

You landed on your rear, oh that stings to fall so quickly and roughly. The wanderer’s words have your waterline producing slight tears, everything before you becomes a blurry canvas almost as you almost begin to cry. The wanderer widened his eyes at your silence, oh Archons. “Hey- wait, don’t get all upset with me? I was just teasing you…” he tries and suddenly scoops you up in his hands. “Just because you’re tiny- I’m not gonna treat you any different, got that, spec?” He confirmed, raising an eyebrow at you and squinting his eyes.

You felt the roughness of his palm suddenly scoop you up, holding you close to his face- every word he spoke you felt his breath wash up against you. Of course, he wouldn’t be gentle despite your situation, typical for him. “Would you at least protect me…? I can’t protect myself anymore if I’m this size forever…” you requested, he immediately looked annoyed that you’d even request that.

It takes a beat for him to respond, looking away and furrowing his brows until he finally lands his gaze upon you again. “If you run off on me- that’s your fault- I’ll do what I can to protect you, I guess, but you better behave. I’m not here to babysit you, you’re expected to do most things on your own, I’ll only be here to protect you,” he warned.

It felt so pressuring that you had guidelines such as those to follow, but what could you expect from Scaramouche? You sighed and nodded, “Then I got it,” you finally replied to the question before that. Scaramouche nods, “As you should,” then looks over his person deciding where he shall store you. “I’ve got to actually do a few things, so you’ll have to be brought along unfortunately… you know, since I didn’t do something stupid and got myself shrunken?” He teased, then while looking down he spotted the bag of goodies. “I’ll be taking that, might need it,” Scara added and picked up the bag of resources. “As for you, I guess I can shove you in my pocket- no talking on the way there, I can’t stand your tiny voice,” he demands as he shoved you carelessly into his pocket.

And traveling with the giant wanderer you go…

#g/t community #g/t au #g/t writing #g/t genshin #giant genshin #giant/tiny #genshin g/t #genshin giant #shrinking #shrunk fic #shrunken #g/t fic #genshinimpact

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captaincryolicious · 2 years

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Your grumpy neighbor

➳ Scaramouche x gn!reader (ft. friend Kazuha)

➳ Bulleted fic + Drabbles ; 3.8k

➳ Enemies to lovers ; Cursing, Scara being mean

You weren't expecting your new neighbor would be such an ass, but things take an interesting turn when you get to know him a little better. [06.11.2022]

Zep's Note ; This fic is mostly written while I fought a sudden writer's block lol. Also thanks to @kaewrlds for the idea of grumpy neighbor Scara!

[Part two] Dating your grumpy neighbor

It was as if a sharp breeze pulled through the poorly isolated hallway of the condo building you moved in yesterday. You shuddered, stuffing your hands into your pockets as you waited for a response from your new neighbor. It was minutes ago that you had knocked on the door to the left of yours, carrying a tattered plate with the number eleven engraved on it. So far you heard nothing that implied a sign of life. Maybe they weren't home? You'd wait for another minute and if they still didn't answer the door, you'd come back tomorrow.

There were a lot of exciting things about moving. A new beginning, a new adventure to indulge in, new surroundings to turn into a place you'd call home, and maybe the most exciting of all; new neighbors to meet.

You were not done unpacking yet and far from being settled, but you just wanted to make your presence known to the other people who lived in the building with you. After resorting to eeny meeny miny moe you opted for the neighbor who lived to your left. Though you weren't sure whether to dread or look forward to meeting the others, you knew it had to be done.

You glanced around the deserted hallway, and the door to your apartment looked inviting. You had much better things to do than waiting there in front of your neighbor's door, and it seemed that you were wasting your time.

As you were about to walk away, the door suddenly flew open, revealing a male with a violet gaze that held naught but annoyance.

"How long did you plan on standing in front of my door?" he asked, raising a brow. Oh, it was so clear that he was judging you!

"How do you even–" you began, taken aback by his aggravated demeanor.

"There's a peephole in the door, blind ass."

Ouch. This meeting was going absolutely terrible. Barely two sentences into your first conversation ever and he was already calling you names. You wanted nothing but to retreat to your room and pretend it never happened, but you had to stick up for yourself here. You straightened your composure, offering the angry male a hesitant smile.

"It's not like that," you explained hastily. "I'm Y/N, I moved into the apartment next to yours yesterday."

Realization seemed to dawn upon him, and the sheer annoyance in his eyes diminished just a little. Still, he looked at you with a scowl.

"Oh, I've heard. You're the talk of the day." He narrowed his eyes at you, cold and inhospitable. "I don't really care, though. Don't bother me."

With those final words, he slammed the door shut. The wind that came with the gesture's velocity picked at your hair, and you stood there with wide eyes. What on Earth just happened? You were frozen momentarily, your feet riveted to the ground as your mind went wild. You felt upset, angry even, but most of all you felt ashamed and you had no idea why. You had nothing to be ashamed of, right? All you did was reach out to your new neighbor like any normal person would.

"What an ass," you scoffed.

"Don't mind him, he's always like that," a voice rang from behind you, and you turned around to find another male standing there. He offered you a friendly smile, a stark contrast to the grimace you faced barely a minute ago. "His name is Scaramouche. No one really interacts with him."

"Oh," you said.

"I'm Kazuha, by the way," the guy then introduced himself, still wearing a calm smile. "I think I live to your right."

You felt a wave of relief. This guy looked nice and a lot easier to get along with, and you were happy that you had at least one neighbor you could see yourself getting along with.

"I'm Y/N," you replied, reciprocating his smile.

Kazuha ended up being your first friend in your apartment building. He offered to help you unpack that evening, and you got a lot of work done and you discovered that he lived up to the first impression you had of him. He was nice and easygoing, friendly and warm.

You even ended up forgetting about your brief yet menacing encounter with your other neighbor.

But it all came back the moment you saw him again, walking ahead of you towards the entrance of the building. You lowered your pace, afraid to be as much as seen by the guy.

Scaramouche was his name, wasn't it?

Was it true what Kazuha had told you about no one really interacting with him? Well, he kind of had it coming with an attitude like that, but you couldn't help but wonder if he wasn't feeling lonely if no one reached out to him here in the building. People needed social interactions at least to some extent, right?

After that realization, you couldn't really get him off your mind anymore. In your head, you started to make up excuses for his rude behavior – which was wrong, you knew that. Yet, it happened automatically, and after a while you were convinced he had to have his reasons for acting like a total douche.

"Has he always been like that?" you asked Kazuha one day, curiosity getting the best of you.

"For as long as he lives here," came the reply. "No one has ever seen him act remotely nice."

You pushed aside the thoughts that followed. You weren't going to speculate, for with speculations came assumptions and you did not want to make any.

Instead you kept him on your mind silently, your eyes following him whenever you saw him inside or around the apartment complex. He had a massive resting bitch face – like, if looks could kill, you wouldn't stand a chance – but you had to admit he was really pretty regardless.

Sharp and fine features and a gaze of vivid violet, with bangs in a dark shade of deep purple tickling his forehead and curtaining his eyes. If only his face wasn't contorted in a nasty scowl most of the time.

Just like Kazuha told you, you never saw him interact with any of the other residents, nor did you ever exchange a word with him after your awful encounter that one day. That was probably for the better, but you couldn't help but feel a certain pull every time you noticed Scaramouche was near.

You thoroughly wondered why?? He had been nothing but absolutely mean to you so you had no idea what was going on. Why did he intrigue you that much? You weren't exactly happy with the speck of infatuation.

Kazuha, with his keen eye, noticed your inner debates regarding your very grumpy neighbor but decided not to comment on it.

Get off my mind, Scaramouche, you mentally cursed more than once. No one interacted with him and that was for a good reason. He was an ass, so you too should have nothing to do with him.

You started to ignore his presence, even more so than before. You no longer stole any glances at him nor did you offer him much room in your thoughts. What do you mean, grumpy neighbor? The apartment next to yours might as well have been empty.

Well, you tried to think so, but it wasn't all that easy. His pretty face seemed engraved into your mind, so much that you were close to forgiving him for being such an ass that time. But you didn't want to give in so easily so you tried to ignore him even harder.

Until you heard a loud crash coming from the apartment to your left, followed by a string of curses that filtered easily through the thin walls. How could you ignore that?

You fled from your apartment, hardly bothering to close the door behind you as you stepped into the hallway. The door to your left was wide open, and you hesitantly approached to peek inside, wanting to find out what happened next door. Was Scaramouche okay? It certainly didn't sound like he was.

"Hello?" you called out, your fingertips grazing the surface of the door as you pondered whether or not to push it open further. "Scaramouche?"

"What do you want," he grunted, his voice strained.

"I heard a noise," you explained worriedly, finally making up your mind and stepping inside. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," the male spat, eyes widening when he caught you entering his apartment. "Hey, what the heck do you think you're doing? Get out."

He didn't look fine. Scaramouche sat on the ground, his face in a pained grimace as he tightly gripped onto his ankle. A few boxes lay scattered around him, and it wasn't hard to figure out what happened. Obviously, he tripped over something while carrying those boxes inside and hurt his ankle.

"You don't look like you can get up on your own," you dryly commented, not making any motion to approach the guy on the floor yet.

Scaramouche stubbornly tried, but as soon as he put his weight on his ankle, he sunk back to the floor with a pained grunt. He seemed to be in too much pain to move around properly, but you weren't sure if you could get him so far to let you help him. You simply stood there, watching how he tried again to prove that he didn't need you. But he didn't succeed, and the annoyance in his eyes was burning as he looked at you.

"Fine, I can't get up," he admitted briskly. "Are you just gonna stand there and watch me suffer?"

"You make it very tempting," you replied, fighting a teasing grin. Maybe it wasn't smart to set him off even more but you couldn't resist.

"Okay," he breathed out, the look in his eyes close to being absolutely malicious now. "Can you please help me up and get to a chair?"

"Of course," you chirped, now flashing him a smile.

Though you tried to come off as confident as you approached the male, your pulse was racing at this point. Not only did you feel like you were walking straight into the lion's den, but you were also in the direct vicinity of the guy you found pretty for the first time. Everybody knew he was hard to get along with – if one could even get along with him to begin with – so you had no idea what to expect.

You reached out your hand for him to take, and you were quite surprised when he took it. His expression was grim, merging into one laced with pain as you helped him to his feet. He wasn't tall, so he wasn't too heavy either. It went quite swiftly and before you knew it, the male stood next to you, leaning onto you for the support he direly needed. That was only phase one, now you still had to get him to his chair.

Hesitant, you draped one of his arms over your shoulder to support him as much as you could. Your free hand went to Scaramouche's waist to make it a little easier for the both of you, but you very well realized the sort-of intimacy of your current position. It meant nothing, you reminded yourself, as you slowly brought the violet-haired male to the living room. He limped next to you without a word, which you were grateful for. You weren't ready for any snarky remarks, or else you would deadass drop him to the floor and leave him be.

Pretty boy or not, you had your boundaries.

Relief washed over you when his weight shifted off your shoulders as he sank into a comfy-looking chair. He wasn't all that heavy, but you weren't used to dragging around a grown person.

He refused to look at you, and you took the opportunity to study his ankle. There wasn't much to see, though, especially since you knew next to nothing about matters related to anything medical. You had no idea how to help him.

"I'm not good with first aid," you admitted.

"I didn't ask for first aid," came the snarky reply.

Right, that was the final straw. If he was that adamant on avoiding your nice gestures, you would gladly oblige and leave him alone. You got up, forcing your worries to the back of your mind and giving him an icy look.

"Well then, good luck."

With those words, you walked away from him, leaving his apartment and shutting the door behind you with a thud that was a little too loud. What a little shit, you thought. All you did was being nice – though you had absolutely no reason to do so – and he still acted like an ass. You started to see why no one at the complex bothered to interact with him. Scratch that, you knew all along but you still gave him the benefit of the doubt because you are too nice.

"What was that all about?" Kazuha asked as you ran into him in the hallway. He looked between you and Scaramouche's door curiously.

"I should've left him on the floor," you muttered, unlocking your apartment and getting inside, leaving your friend behind with a confused expression.

You didn't want anything to do with Scaramouche.

You stayed true to your word.

Ever since that moment, you didn't give two shits about the rude male anymore.

You had explained everything to Kazuha the day after – who was surprised just as much as he was amused – and you swore to never speak his name out loud again. Actually, you didn't even want to think about him anymore but that was quite a challenge since he lived next door.

And of course you couldn't help but wonder how he solved the problem with his ankle. It seemed quite serious; he couldn't even stand on it and you were pretty sure he needed at least a little medical assistance. But you always dismissed the thought with a huff. His wellbeing was no longer your concern. Your offer to help was rudely declined by him so you shouldn't care about it anymore.

Which was easier said than done.

You didn't see him for a few days, but then you saw him limping through the hallways again. While you swiftly ignored him on the surface, your heartbeat picked up regardless. Though you didn't look at him, you felt his violet eyes on you.

Why did he even bother to look at you?

It made the heat rise up to your cheeks, so you sped up and beelined away from him.

And with that, he was on your mind again.

It was so unfair!

Eventually you complained to Kazuha, and for your sake he would pretend that he didn't catch on long ago.

Stupid Scaramouche, you told your friend. Such an ass but you couldn't get him off your mind and he was so annoyingly pretty!? You couldn't stand it.

You just had to live with him being on your mind so much. It had to be because you disliked him so much, right? Your dismay towards him was so strong that you thought about him almost the entire time. That had to be it. At least you had a valid explanation now.

Oh, Kazuha would be so amused when you present him your reasoning. But he'd hide it, smiling knowingly behind his hand. He totally knows what's up lol.

There was this one day about a week after the incident and you were doing something, your neighbor blissfully off your mind for a brief moment. You found peace!

Your peace was interrupted when someone knocked on your door. Expecting Kazuha, you got up to open it, only to find someone completely unexpected there.

"Scaramouche?" you blinked. You fought the urge to slam the door shut in his face, too intrigued by his sudden and surprising visit. Why on Earth was he on your doorstep?

"Y/N," he greeted curtly, avoiding his eyes.

A silence fell. It was so awkward. You sucked in a breath inaudibly, your eyes searching the hallway so you didn't have to look at him. What was he even doing here?

"Can I come in?" he asked after a while, his voice so obviously full of aversion.

You tilted your head, not understanding what he was getting at. Was he for real? He couldn't seriously be requesting that, right?

"Why would I let you in?" you inquired.

"Gee, nevermind then," the male retaliated. He was about to turn around, but that didn't sit quite well with you either.

"No wait, come in."

Boy, you were glad you cleaned your apartment the day before. It was still tidy, while it had been quite a mess at first. You'd be terribly ashamed if Scaramouche would see your apartment like that. Even now, with everything being spic and span, you felt awfully self-conscious as he followed you quietly into your living room.

"Uh, take a seat," you awkwardly offered. "Do you want anything to drink?"

"No," Scaramouche replied curtly.

"Then what do you want?" you asked, taking a seat on the other side of the living room. "Why are you here?"

"Because I have two things to say," the violet-haired male explained. "Sorry and thank you. Now I'm going to leave again."

He genuinely looked like he was about to get up, and you shook your head vigorously.

"No you're not. Elaborate."

Scaramouche muttered something under his breath, leaning back into his seat a little. He looked ill at ease, just like you did when you were in his apartment.

"Sorry for being an ass and thank you for looking after me that day," he mumbled, and the laminate flooring suddenly seemed very interesting to him.

Wow. You weren't expecting that. When Scaramouche showed up on your doorstep you were kind of expecting some sort of scolding for entering his house uninvited or something like that, and not at all had you foreseen an apology and words of gratitude to spill from his lips – albeit very gruffly. The malice in his violet gaze was absent just as much, and you realized; he came in peace today.

"It's such a pain," he suddenly began, finally resting a glare upon you. "It's like you cursed me. You barged in totally uninvited and you did the same in my mind. Ic can't fucking stop thinking about it and it's your fault. Do something about it, Y/N."

There was the much expected scolding, but it wasn't at all about what you could've possibly imagined. It made your eyes widen in shock as you looked at the male and it was as if your poor heart skipped a few beats. Was he for real? He had to be messing with you, right? There was no way he was in the same boat as you were. But the look in his eyes told something different, as if he actually held you responsible for his problem. A problem you struggled with just as much.

"What am I supposed to do about that?" you asked incredulously. "It's not like I can help it that you think about me so often."

But then there was the wave of relief, when you came to realize that you also pestered his mind continuously just as much as he pestered yours. You couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up your throat; the situation was just funny to you.

"What do you think about me then?" you pried.

"That's none of your concern," the male replied defensively, looking at you as if you had lost your mind. "Why would I tell you that?"

"Because I have exactly the same problem," you admitted. "You're also on my mind permanently and it's annoying me to no end."

He was scrutinizing you now, his narrow eyes resting on you for long seconds. It was as if he was trying to peel your thoughts about him from your mind, and it genuinely felt like he could see straight into your soul. He had such a piercing gaze, one of enchanting violet. His eyes were stupidly pretty, just like the rest of his face. Curses, your cheeks grew red under his gaze.

You laughed it off, trying to lighten the tense mood that hung in the air between you. This situation made no sense, yet at the same time it did.

"You think about me and I think about you," you joked. "Hah, maybe we should just date already."

It was such a bad joke, and you cringed after blurting it out like that. You had a feeling that if you made a fool out of yourself in front of Scaramouche, he wouldn't let you hear the end of it. You just did, making a stupid remark, and you peeked at his face to see his reaction. Why did you even say that? You wanted to bury your face in the palm of your hands in shame.

"Are you an idiot? We barely know each other," he replied, his brows knitting together into a frown.

"That's what you're concerned about?" you said, disbelief surging through your being. "I thought you would freak out and leave my apartment with a string of profanities."

Silence.

"Uh, well, I know we don't know each other but that can be fixed," you hesitantly added. Scaramouche's face was unreadable, and you didn't know how to interpret his frown.

"Fine," Scaramouche growled. "Meet me this Saturday at two pm at the cafe down the street. Your treat since meeting up was your idea."

You barely had time to process what he was saying, as he got up and limped away. You sat frozen, hearing the sound of your front door opening and closing again.

Your mind was blank, just as much as it was racing at the same time. Complicated things were going on inside your head, all revolving around the fact that you had a date with the neighbor you thought you despised so much? When did the matters turn so rapidly? Out of all things that could possibly happen, this was an outcome you never had even dared to dream of.

A date? With Scaramouche? Unbelievable.

Your body was rigid with all sorts of feelings as you got up. Excitement was one of them, and you mentally cursed yourself. It was as if your mind was betraying you; you were supposed to dislike him and here you were. You had a date with him in four days. It was such a strange turn of events, and you struggled to properly grasp it all. Butterflies created a whirlwind in your stomach as you left your living room behind.

You had to tell Kazuha.

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thatdeadaquarius · 2 years

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Theres a lot of cuss words in this one so be warned lol

Bro i just had this-- insane fucking idea when i saw your "flowery words" post and i just-- omg I just had to shareee

So reader right? Very blunt, straight to the point sentences that dont dance around the bushes for 6 hours trying to tell you "oh no your house is on fire" or something, yeah? Well-- what if it turns the OPPOSITE when they start to SWEAR--

Because like-- i know myself. Me and like, so many people i know speak like that (blunt and straight to the point) but like-- when i get even MILDLY inconvenienced, i will start swearing like i have a masters degree in cursing out you and your entire flippity flappity bloodline

So id imagine the contrast to be like--

Reader, chill: aether, we're supposed to be going that way, this is literally the wrong direction

Reader, stubbing their toe: oW FUCK SHIT TITS-- WHY HAVE THE GODS FORSAKEN ME SO-- I CAME OUT HERE, TO THIS POINT, TO THIS PLACE, HOPING AGAINST ALL HOPE AND DESPITE SIGNS AND PORTENDS SUGGESTING OTHERWISE THAT I MIGHT, SOMEHOW, FIND MYSELF HAVING A PLEASANT EXPERIENCE, AND YET, HERE I STAND, ALONE AGAINST THE WORLD, FEELING ASSAULTED, ATTACKED ON ALL FRONTS, NOT KNOWING MY ENEMY'S NAME NOR HIS FACE NOR WHETHER OUR BATTLE IS DONE--

(Yes this is the "i came out here to have a good time and im honestly feeling so attacked rn" post)

I can just imagjne the sHEER WHIPLASH-- like, this dude has been speaking in the "divine tongue" or whatever and then suddenly theyre immediately reverted to their "lowly mortal jargon" or something-- AHAHA

Or like-- if it just turns into a reeeeeally long string of curse words, everyone would probably be so scandalized or something lolllll

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✨️This is gorgeous, just a gorgeous idea ✨️

I LIVE for Teyvat being scandalized maidens from the Victorian era, gOD BLESS ITD BE WONDERFUL

Like our modern music?? Absolutely would give heart attacks, not even the most stoic of them would escape the blush

Esp with cussing pretty please i wish i could see the looks on their faces, they'd also probably blush at how creative it can get lmao

(daresay, maybe even impressed?)

oh the whiplash, its be so funny, every time. No one can keep up with you, you've got Teyvat linguists stumbling, the older beings cant understand you sometimes, the newer ones only understand you SOME of the time, and apparently most often? Only when you're cursing??

(I think various characters would find an ancient deity only deigning to speak their lang. when they gotta cuss smth out the funniest shit ever, like Venti, Itto, Cyno?, Diona, Hu Tao, Kaeya, maybe Kazuha, Lisa, Nahida probably would get a giggle, Rosaria, Heizou, Childe, Tighnari might like, be trying desperately to hold back a laugh but it's not working, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Xingqiu, Yae Miko would def commission a light novel for this, and Yelan - im so sorry i listed who exactly, this is so long ill stop, i just thought someone would like to see it 😭😭)

(I CAME OUT HERE TO HAVE A GOOD TIME AND IM HONESTLY FEELING SO ATTACKED RN LMAO U MADE IT SO LONG AND FLUFFY THAT WAS PERFECT)

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rierice8 · 1 year

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can i ask for a maybe sub wanderer or Scaramouche smut? Amab reader pls

Scaramouche or wanderer help- I’m too used to calling him Scaramouche to change to wanderer haha! Also I’ve had my bf ask for Scaramouche smut too so I’m dedicating this to both you, anon and him lol. He’s too proud to admit to being a full time scara simp tho, loser.

Word count: 1524

Sub Scaramouche x dom male reader

NSFW under the cut!! Warning: Dumbification, pet play, size kink

Bark for me, darling

It's been a week since he’s been home and you were starting to get worried, where was he? You missed Scaramouche, of course, but knowing him, he could be dead in the middle of the forest right now. Tighnari might as well already be knocking on your door and handing you your boyfriend's dead body and you wouldn’t even be surprised. He has a lot of ex coworkers and one too many enemies. You know it comes with the territory of his old job and also with the nature of his sharp tongue. After he pulled that stupid god stunt too and got his anemo vision, he's been around less and less, so him disappearing was normal. Though a week is exceptionally long for him to be gone for.

All of a sudden a rustle at the door snaps you out of your thoughts. You turn your head towards the door as the jiggling continues. Eventually the door knob stops rustling and goes still. You raise an eyebrow and slowly stand up from your place on the couch. All of a sudden you hear an aggressive knock at the door in place of the fidgeting.

“Tighnari? Is that you coming to tell me Scaramouche died somewhere in a whither zone?” You teased, knowing exactly who was at the door already. You heard a loud scoff from outside the door.

“I wouldn’t ever die that easily, I’m not you, loser,” You heard Scaramouche curse from the other side of the door. You smiled.

“Oh Tighnari! I think I’m hearing the voice of my dead boyfriend! Please cure my hallucinations doctor!” You fake pleaded, putting a hand to your forehead dramatically.

“Go fuck yourself in a hole and fucking die you fucking absolute waste of fucking oxygen. Open the fucking door,” He said while banging at the door. You giggled at his vulgar language. You were glad he was back, you missed your lover. For more reasons than one. You opened the door slowly and dramatically before dramatically exclaiming,

“Oh mine! Is it really true? Is it possible? Scaramouche is that you!?” He just rolled his eyes and pushed his way inside. He headed straight for the bookshelf, pulled out a book and collapsed on the couch. He threw off his hat and immediately got comfortable, as if he had been there all week. This made you furious.

“Oh so this is what we’re doing now? We’re going to just leave for days on end with no warning nor explanation then totally ignore me and pretend like nothing happened? I was genuinely worried you were dead somewhere,” You told him, anger laced evidently in your words. Scara just looked at you with a blank expression before going back to his book.

“Hey, loser. I’m not dead, yay. Anyways piss off, will you? I’m trying to read,” Scaramouche said with a flat, monotone voice. You laughed, offended. Offended but not surprised, this is just how he acts. You walk over to him and snatch the book he was reading straight out of his hands before placing it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. He was about to say something probably extremely rude to you about taking his book but before he could speak you pushed him down on the couch and kissed him. When you broke the kiss he gasped but you stole his breath away again with another, more lustful kiss.

“Wh-what are you doing?” He said out of breath. You just smiled and ignored him. You gently ran your hands through his hair before grasping it firmly and looking at him with an angered expression.

“You really think I’ll just let you say that to me? ‘Piss off’ that's rich,” you said snarkily. He whined at how hard you were pulling on his hair.

“I mean yo-you deserve it anyways! Not like I owe anyone an explanation, especially you, you dumb whore,” Scaramouche said, desperately trying to regain whatever ego you were slowly taking from him.

“Me? A whore? For who, you? You’re the one panting lightly while I’m lying on top of you. You’re the one who got hard at me tugging on your hair, don’t think I didn’t notice. I’d honestly say that you’re the whore, Scara,” you whispered right into his ear. He moaned as you grinded on his clothed cock. You quickly started taking off his shirt, yours following not long after. You began kissing and sucking at his neck, trailing light kisses all along his neck and collarbone, even going down his abdomen, only ending when there was no more skin left for you to mark. You left small hickeys on his collar and sucked harshly at the skin on his neck.

“Haah…mmm!” Scaras moans ringed in your ears, propelling you to bite harder. You pulled away from his neck with airy pants.

“Oh? Enjoying yourself, bitch?” He grunted at that before grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling you towards him.

“Not as much as you must be. You’re such a greedy, impatient slut when it comes to my silky skin, isn’t that right? What a fucking pretty sex toy you are, I don’t even have to do anything either cuz your so desperate,” Scaramouche said in an attempt to switch the roles of this predicament. You, in response, slapped him. He moaned loudly at that.

“My my, how about you shut up! What a bad boy you’re being. You know what bad boys get?” You laughed out. Scara was about to say something but you leaned your knee hard into his cock and instead of words he moaned again.

“Bad boys get punished. I know how much you love talking so, how about you don’t talk then? Today, you’re going to be my little pup, alright?” You smiled.

“Wh-what?! No fucking way I’m gonna-”

“Last time I checked, dogs can’t talk. Bark, bitch. Otherwise, I’ll let you get back to that book you were so desperate to read.” Scaramouche bit his lip hard. You were eyeing him down with a vile smirk, taunting him. He wanted to scream at you, but his cock was aching and he knew you were serious.

“…w-woof,” he barked out, ashamed. You smiled in approval.

“Good boy.” You said before reaching to take off his pants. You quickly undid yours too once his we’re already on the ground. His pretty cock standing upright, leaking precum from all the times you crushed the poor thing with your knee. You lent in and sloppily made out with Scara before giving him your fingers to suck, he quickly ran his tongue along them before sucking them fully. After he coated your fingers in his saliva you gently one by one stuck them both in his ass to stretch him out. You pumped your two fingers in and out of him slowly at first, so he could get used to it and also because he was clenching too hard for you to move any faster.

“Scara, loosen up. I can't move my fingers,” You said gently.

“I’m tr- ah…w-woof woof,” he said, turning his head away from you in shame. You could feel him trying to loosen himself and in turn thrust your fingers in faster and deeper.

“Ah! Mmm…nghh,” Scaramouche moaned at the sensation. Once you felt he was stretched enough you pulled out and used whatever slick was left over on your hand as lube. You aligned your cock at his entrance.

“I’m pushing in now,” you told him before doing exactly that. He cried out in ecstasy.

“A-ah!!”

Scaramouche moaned as your large size filled him to the brim. You smiled as you noticed the imprint your cock left in his stomach. You pushed down on it and Scara moaned twice as loud. You started thrusting in and out of his plump ass slowly. Scara looked as though he wanted to tell you to speed up but he knew you’d stop the moment words came out of his mouth. You started speeding up and Scaramouche only got louder and louder. His deep purple hair was tangled and his tongue lolling out of his mouth in an almost pornographic way.

“Mmm, ngh! W-woof!” Scaramouche cried out. You knew that even though he couldn’t talk, this was his way of telling you he’s close. You grunted, also feeling close.

“You can come when I come, alright?” You demanded while still slamming into him at an alarming rate. He just helplessly nodded his head. You could see the bulge in his stomach every time you thrust into him and then watched it disappear as you pushed in before doing the same thing again. You were close, really close. One final clench from Scaramouches ass sent you over the edge. You filled his ass with your cum and barely a second later Scaramouche came on his stomach. You started to pull out of Scaramouche and went to kiss his forehead. “You alright, love? You can talk now,” you said. Scaramouche did not respond, he just kept panting heavily. You smiled down at him, he’d fallen asleep.

“What a good boy, just for me,”

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