#SCARAMOUCHE MY BELOVED

[cyxnidx]

HI HI HELLO! I saw ur cat n mouse gamr for Wriothesley and loved the idea so much! I would like to request f! Reader x wanderer (genshin) playing a cat n mouse game as well hehe. And if you dont mind please do write more on the smut part I am very curious on how itll play out ���� TY!

CAT & MOUSE 2 !

character pairing: wanderer / scaramouche x f!reader

warnings: smut, degradation(use of 'slut, whore') + a little praise, oral (m!receiving), cat & mouse game, slight bondage (ropes🤭)

a/n: Hi~, apologies for such a late response :(. had to get some sort of inspo flowing. i'm glad you enjoyed, & hope you enjoy this one even more <3.

"where are you, slut." wanderer's tone echos throughout the house.

you're hiding - hiding, being bratty, as usual. getting your boyfriend all riled up, only to leave him to deal with his boner himself.

not this time, though. it seems you've gotten him a little too riled up today.

you slap a hand over your mouth when you hear his shoes against the hardwood floor, hoping he doesn't find you.

now you're realizing its foolish - and your hiding place doesn't make it any better. under the bed, really?

"come out, come out, wherever you are.." he calls again, obviously teasing you. hes so close, so near, yet you don't have sight of him.

the adrenaline rush is addictive. it's probably the main reason you're doing this to begin with. the rush of hiding, and the chance of being caught, and fucked to oblivion?

its addicting.

you notice it goes quiet. it doesnt seem like the wanderer is walking anymore, nor is he calling for you.

theres only one conclusion you can come to when this occurs.

and before you know it, you're yanked up by your ankles and pinned to the ground.

you've been caught.

you fight him, for the fun of it. to give him a hard time, not that you want to win. not necessarily. the whole point is to get under his skin.

finally, he gets you under control, and thats when you notice a rope being held between his teeth. he holds your hands above your head with one hand, while with the other, he works to tie your wrists together.

"scara - let's talk about this!" you whine, only adding fuel to the fire. you knew he wouldn't wanna talk - why would he?

without a word, he throws you onto the bed you once were taking cover under. "not another word, you hear me?" he demands. "say anything more, and I'll stuff that pretty mouth with my cock."

your eyes narrow, analyzing his. lust swirls in his pupils, a gaze of daggers stabbing you. though, despite the betting stare he's giving, you take it as an opportunity to provoke him more.

"well, if you're so bold, do it-"

you're basically cut off at the last syllable of your sentence when he moves you off the bed. his grip is harsh on your waist, and you were on the ground before you knew it.

"open your mouth," he says in a haste, unbuckling his pants and fiddling with his zipper.

"wha-"

"open. your. fucking. mouth." he demands, stroking the bud of precum over his cock as he waits. you let your tongue fall out of your mouth, mouth wide, awaiting to be filled by his cock.

not taking more than a minute, he shoves his cock down your throat, immediately fucking you.

"you," he pants, the warmth of your throat hitting him like a truck. like a pressure he never knew he needed for the minute. "fuckin' slut. always rilin' me up n', shit."

he continues to shove himself down your throat, your gags filling the otherwise quiet house. he grabs a harsh fistful of your hair and your hands go to massage his balls, tempting him to cum down your throat.

his head tilts back. "god, damnit. you're sucha little slut, fuck, taking my cock like a good little girl. mmh, g'na let me cum down your slutty little throat? huh?"

you attempt to moan in response, the tightening gesture throwing scaramouche over the edge, filling your throat with his seed.

he waits for you to finish sucking every little bit off his cock before moving you to the bed. "good little slut, you must like to be used." he mumbles, turning you over on your stomach and arching your back. "g'na treat you how you want, yeah? like the little whore you love to be."

[hellscap3]

forcing him to be cute

[i-was-never-here-ignore-me]

Pictures dedicated to my genshin team

[yukiitaooo]

oh my fucking god i can connect a Very Certain Hat Guy to kny lore with this tidbit. i was like . "if u combine "ina" from inadama and "tsuma" from agatsuma you get INAZUMA. inazuma? oh WHOS THE ARCHON OF INAZUMA? raiden ei, ALSO KNOWN AS NARUKAMI OGOSHO. and now WHAT did raiden ei do to ensure that she would not be eroded by time? CREATE A PUPPET. and WHO, is the prototype for said puppet? SCARAMOUCHE. SCARA-FUCKING-MOUCHE. NUMBER SIX OF SNEZHNAYA'S ELEVEN FATUI HARBINGERS AND THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. THE BALLADEER. SHOUKI NO KAMI, THE PRODIGAL. EVERLASTING LORD OF ARCANE WISDOM."

Thunder Bro Bentou & Language Nerdery

You know how long I've been waiting for peaches to come back into season? Besides that, this is unagi season. I can find unagi year-round, but since it's expensive, I've never bothered buying a big kabayaki slab of eel. I made my bentou and then sat down to eat the leftovers and found I wasn't enjoying the texture as much as other times I've had eel, and I wondered... is this even cooked? A friendly reminder that the "Kimetsu Kitchen" section of my blog is not instructional, but it is a place were I make stupid mistakes so you don't have to. I learned right away that eel must be cooked or it will kill you with toxins in its blood, so there was a moment of Zenitsu-style panic. What I also learned is that although kabayaki unagi is precooked, it is not meant to be eaten as-is like the unagi on sushi, you are absolutely supposed to heat it up, especially by grilling it. I have regrets on the bentou.

Something I wanted to make sure to incorporate in the bentou was rice, as rice has a lot of cultural ties to lightning. It's thought that lightning is the animating principle, or what gives life to rice plants (稲, whereas rice itself is 米), thereby making lighting a hallowed element of rice cultivation, and by extension a holy phenomenon in a culture that circles around rice cultivation. This is why the Second Form of Thunder Breath is called "Rice Spirit." As an attack name, it's Inadama, written as 稲魂, but as Kaigaku's surname in Kimetsu Academy, it's 稲玉. While this Breath is named for thunder, "kaminari" (雷), there's a lot of ways to refer to lightning/thunder, like other ways of reading the basic character 雷 like "ikazuchi" or writing "ikazuchi" in the more rare "霆" or referring to violent, blasting thunder in rarer terms like "Hekireki" 霹靂 (yes, as in "Thunderclap and Flash"). There's a whole long list of most basic compound kanji words to fit a bunch of difference nuances of thunder and lightning, included kanji that are typically only used in those words and you're just doubling up on the "thunder" meaning to really get the thundering point across. This is getting really, really archaic, but you know how the Thunder Pillar is called "Nari-bashira" (Roaring Pillar, 鳴柱)? Thunder also used to be called "Narukami" (鳴神). "Nari" and "naru" are the same "roaring" verb, and you might have noticed this is like word "kaminari" but in a different order. You could think of both words with the same meaning: "roar of the gods" or "roaring god." And, if the holiness of lightning hasn't been blasted into your head hard enough yet, the word for god (神) itself also used to be the word used for thunder, just that, on its own. It's not just a major force of nature and a pretty show and big sound, it is a divine force to be reckoned with.

Let's bring this back to rice. One of the more common words, which is more in reference to the blast of electricity itself instead of only the sound it makes, is "inazuma" 稲妻, one of at least a couple words for lightning/thunder which includes the character for rice plants. It's very amusing that it's "rice plant" and "wife" but even more amusing if you're a fan of the Thunder Bros:

Inadama: 稲玉 Agatsuma: 我妻 Like how Jigorou (by the way, "goro" is the sound thunder makes) wanted the two of them to serve as a Pillar together to complete each other in the areas they lack, their names are also like one whole split into two pieces. And while I'm at this, let's get into their first names, even though that's taking us further from the rice topic: Kaigaku: 獪岳 "crafty" & "peak/mountain" Zenitsu: 善逸 "virtue" & "flee"

Okay, like, rude. Did the same cynical monk with a bad sense of humor pick up both orphans and name them? "You're a sly and crafty one, I can tell. The very peak of craftiness. And you? When you see the virtuous thing to do, you're going to turn around and flee from doing that." I've played with Zenitsu's name a bit more in this One-Shot fic, but something that I find interesting about Kaigaku's name is that, like Himejima's, it contains a geological reference which isn't very commonly used. We certainly see Kaigaku live up to his name in his brief appearances, he's got his sights on lofty goals and will do whatever sly things he needs to do to get there. In their final exchange with one another, he and Zenitsu make a lot of references to "善悪" (zen'aku), what's "right and wrong." More deeply, what's virtuous and good, and what is evil. It's in being directly contrasted to his lightning counterpart Kaigaku that Zenitsu stops fleeing and lives up to the good in his name. And, when it came down to it, Kaigaku was the one who twice chose cowardly actions to save himself. Anyway, rice. The rice in this bentou happens to be from the Izumo region, home to a bunch of Shinto culture (including many legends surrounding a rice harvest goddess, Inata-hime) and a strong magatama culture, though Kaigaku's is the more standard shape with a pointed end instead of the knobby Izumo shape. I only note these details because I'm an Izumo region nerd, not because I think Kaigaku is from there. That said, magatama are said to help bring forth and focus one's spiritual power, so like, there you go, that's a meaning behind his motif. I got the blue color on the rice by using butterfly pea flower tea, cool, huh? As for the greens, that's a vegetable called "kaiware." I just picked it out because it says "kai" and "ware" sounds like the verb for splitting something apart. Sometimes my thoughts are simple puns.

[chell-min]

domestic bliss

[ddarker-dreams]

yan scaramouche swears you were commissioned by some malevolent, unknown force to personally oversee his torment.

you are maddening; his ruin made flesh. a prayer answered too late is worse than a prayer ignored. the divine must regard him with special contempt, delivering him a cure right when his ailment's prognosis shifted to terminal. fate dangles you before him. tauntingly, temptingly. such warmth should be shared, a better man might conclude. regrettably, he believes otherwise. if entropy is the inevitable end for all beings, then he'd rather your light extinguishes after solely illuminating him.

it's his right! his reparation for uncountable damage. when you make others smile, he seethes; when you bring laughter to their lips, his blood boils. charms as universal as yours should be for his viewing alone. this exposes his most pressing issue — denying you brings him no pleasure. the words themselves come easy. the aftermath, however, irks him. you'll mope around, disregarding his pacifying efforts until your exact wishes are granted.

therein lies his undoing. the twinkle in your eyes, how you thank him in earnest. for a moment, you forget your distaste, returning a fraction of his ardor. that measly amount is enough to get him addicted. one taste had him desperately seeking out his next fix.

you might not love him, but you need him, and that's close enough for him to confuse the two willingly.

[kunikisss]

they’re in love<3

[lucishell]

*makes your anemo boys pink*

[carrotcouple]

"the first to betray me was a god, my mother"

[cloudseeker14]

Pink in The Night (Scaramouche x Fem!Reader)

Summary : After Teyvat had been wiped clear of the memories of the sixth harbinger, the Wanderer heads towards a place of thoughts of reminiscence; hoping to find the only one who'd ever understood him.

Genre : Angst, Romance

Scaramouche walked ahead, trodding a path of moss and grass. Squirrels scurried away with every step he took with his wide hat fluttering in the wind.

He had escaped from the Fatui, left behind his dire thirst for vengeance and was now a shell of the harbinger he had been with only memories of his exploits. Memories that only he would remember for the world has spun ahead without him.

He was a lone Wanderer, the nature was his humble abode. He had no name, no home and didn’t have anyone’s arms to go running into as the night grew cold.

Well, no one except her.

He could see a harbor appearing before him, huts rising beneath the clear night sky. Pin pricks of light shone as families slumbered inside, lost to the land of dreams.

Scaramouche hurried beneath the archway, his pathetic excuse of a heart growing warm at the thought of seeing her.

At the thought of hearing her laughter.

At the thought of feeling her touch as soft as the silk flowers that filled the air with their scent.

He turned around familiar alleyways, a path that his feet had lead to countless times; a haunting melody of his past.

Would she remember him? Remember the nights that they spent together and the rough kisses shared beneath the moonlight?

Scaramouche was afraid to find out the answer.

At last, he arrived at a house with rose vines that crawled along the rooftops, their alluring fragrance drawing him in.

Scaramouche took in deep breaths and cleared his throat, ignoring the way his chest seemed to tighten at the thought of seeing her face.

He knocked on the door thrice, loud and clear in sharp contrast to the flurry of questions flying across his head.

Does she still remember the love she had for me?

Scaramouche needed her to, for the notion of not being the object of her affections left him in a cold sweat. If she looked at him like a stranger even after holding him close to her chest at a past which seemed like it was an eternity ago, he wasn't sure what he'd do.

The door swung open with an ear piercing creak and there she stood, the woman that had once melted through the cold defenses of the sixth harbinger, locks of hair falling across her face.

Scaramouche gazed into her eyes, waiting, yearning and even pleading within himself for a sign of recognition.

Yet nothing came, only a look of confusion.

Y/N stared at the man before him, the way his blue eyes seemed to twinkle like the stars in the sky and the billowing clothes that adorned his frame.

"Excuse me, do I know you?" She asked, wariness evident on her features

It felt like a hole had been ripped open in the place where Scaramouche's heart should have been. Screams threatened to rip from his throat as memories of small hugs, shared chuckles and the way her hand had felt in his flashed past his eyes.

They were being set aflame, falling apart to ashes.

"Sir?" Y/N asked, eyebrows furrowed "Do you need anything?"

Scaramouche swallowed the bile that threatened to rise up his throat before replying. "I'm just a traveller and I'm very tired after my long journey. Do you know where I can find a place to rest?"

Please, laugh in my face right now and tell me you're joking. Tell me that you obviously remember me.

I can't lose you too, the only thing that made this tapestry of lies worth living.

"Just keep walking ahead and you'll find the Crescent Inn, it's a very comfortable place, I'm sure you'll like it."

He looked down, tears welling up at the rim of his eyes. His lips trembled as he forced himself to stare at the ground at his feet.

"Are you okay? Do you need a glass of water?"

There it was, that familiar concern that had drawn Scaramouche to her in the first place.

He met her questioning face. "No, it's just been a tough day. Thank you and I'm sorry if I bothered you."

Y/N smiled weakly before slamming the door on his face. Scaramouche turned around and left through her house's gate. The ground beneath him seemed to be tumbling down with every step he took.

He'd made it past her house before collapsing onto the ground, bellowing curses to the wind as tears ran down his porcelain face.

He damned the gods, their lies and torments and how with each of their intervention, they'd ripped apart any chance for him to hope in this world and had forced him to leave a trail of regrets.

Scaramouche had scoured marshes, crossed deserts and climbed the most ruggedy of mountains to find Y/N, only to lose her yet again.

"Scara, look at me."

"Why do you even care for me?" He asked haughtily "A mere mortal like you, do you really think you could satisfy me?"

"You and I both know you aren't fooling anyone with that rude act of yours."

Scaramouche stepped closer to her, brushing the hair from her face with his slender fingers. "Fine, then can you love a puppet, a broken creation like me? I don't even have a heart to give you."

"I love you just as you are, you're more than enough for me." Y/N held his hands, slowly caressing his palm

"Even if it meant tearing Teyvat apart, you're the only one for me. No one else could ever compare to you in my eyes." She continued, a light hue of pink sprinkled over her face.

"I'm not a good person, Y/N. I've killed so many people and I will have to keep doing so. I could harm you, maybe even ruin you and I don't want to do that to you."

"Scaramouche." She muttered, holding onto his hands even more tightly.

“Even my own creator, my mother didn’t want me. I’m not even sure if I’m capable of loving you to extent you deserve without a heart.”

“Enough.” She pulled Scaramouche into a tight embrace, engulfing him in her affection. “I don’t care about your mother or what the world would think of me if I stood by your side, all that matters is that I get to spend a lifetime with you.”

Scaramouche stiffened, muscles tensing as Y/N wrapped her arms around him. “A lifetime would never be enough for me. I would consider your death as the utmost betrayal.” He said, straining his voice to keep its composure.

The darkness of the night couldn’t hide the hurt that flickered on Y/N’s face.

“But at least let me have this.” He whispered, voice soft and vulnerable as the facade of the powerful harbinger shattered into pieces like shards of glass. Scaramouche buried his face into the crook of her neck, nuzzling against her soft skin.

"We can stay like this for as long as you want." Y/N hesitantly placed her hand atop Scaramouche's head, running her fingers through his hair. "As long as an ounce of life exists in my body, my heart will always beat for you."

The sixth harbinger pushed away, the thoughts behind those blue eyes unreadable as he allowed his gaze to wander. "Do you promise that?"

Scaramouche knew promises were worthless in the face of the monster known as time, but he still wanted to hear it.

"Of course I do." She smiled and with such a simple gesture, she managed to completely untether the course of Scaramouche's world.

He didn't know if it was the way the moonlight shone of her face or if it was the alcohol making his mind fuzzy that allowed him to even consider the daring thought that entered his head.

Perhaps he had lost his mind because he placed his lips upon hers, as tender as a fleeting butterfly.

She tasted like honey and Scaramouche allowed himself to drown in the feeling of her body against his and the way his hands fit perfectly against her waist. He’d never been a believer of the gods but at that moment, he couldn’t help but pray that this would last forever.

Scaramouche wanted to laugh at the wind, at the irony of it all. He certainly hadn’t grown wiser about trusting mortals after three betrayals.

Three betrayals and he still wanted to go crying into the arms of a human.

Three betrayals and he'd still allowed himself to let her escape from his grasp.

Every leaf and bird of the forest seemed to sing the words that Scaramouche had been terrified of saying when he was somebody that she used to know.

The breeze seemed to whisper in his ears, taunting him with the three words which if he'd said, might have changed everything.

I love you.

But it was too late and those words would forever remain sealed within Scaramouche, shut within the fortress of his unspoken desires.

[urlovebrini]

i'm super shy. i'm all nervous 'cause you're on my mind all the time, and i wanna tell you but i'm super shy (part 1)

⋆❀ — includes: alhaitham, cyno, kaeya, wanderer x gn! reader, fem! reader with cyno [only mention of the word miss in cyno, im sorry i didn't find another word]

⋆❀ — summary: he can't seem to let your mind alone and you want to make a move but you are super shy

⋆❀ — content: fluff, gn! reader (mention of skirts, makeup, and lipgloss with wanderer) pinning, one-sided attraction, not really one-sided attraction, pet names (kaeya calls you angel) a lot of pinning (you are super shy dah) little embarrassment, in the end it works. protective master diluc, you work at angel's share and he is a good boss, kaeya and diluc banter, nilou bestie, she is a sweetheart and wants the best for you.

⋆❀ — a/n: i swear that this song doesn't let my mind alone, so I have to do it. every constructive criticism is accepted, and if you comment, it is appreciated. maybe tell me your favorite.

⋆❀ — part 1 | part 2 [diluc, heizou, thoma, xiao]

I'm super shy, super shy But wait a minute while I make you mine, make you mine I'm all nervous 'cause you're on my mind all the time I wanna tell you but I'm super shy, super shy

⋆❀˖°·🧋࿐ ࿔˚cyno

days at the akademiya always held a certain rhythm - classes, debates, conferences, homeworks, readings, and writings - you thought that you had become accustomed by now. but in the last days, it was all in the background, to a single presence that lingers in your head. him. you had only seen the general mahamatra in the corridors, but it seems like he was established in your mind all the time. you mulled over the idea of talking to him, but the simple idea made you nervous, the tought of being in front of him made you feel so shy.

walking through the crowded akademiya corridors, as you are headed to the exit, your path is intercepted. standing before you is the general mahamatra, and as your eyes meet his gaze, your toughts momentarily falter, your mind swirling with sensations, leaving you slightly disoriented. he begins to speak, but his words blend into a distant hum and you mind struggles to fully grasp the situation. Cyno looks at you, his intense eyes piercing you "miss?".

the realization that he's addressing you seems to catch you. He notices how your lips part slowly, and in a soft voice that betrays your nervousness, you utter, "i'm... sorry, can you... repeat that?", a low voice and a soft color that starts to warm your face. cyno observes you his eyes fierce and unwavering "don't worry, miss" but his voice is soft and almost calming "its and investigation, i just want to inquire you about a teacher and some peers of you" even his tone was soothing it was fill with autority.

cyno is looking at you with so much intensity. he observes you as you part your lips to respond, but as words dont come out, you quickly change to a nod. his perceptive gaze, noting how your eyes fall on him to quickly divert them to another place. "alright, miss, come with me." he gives you a last look, noticing your nervous and shy state. with silence, he takes the lead, guiding you towards the oficce.

the questions flow swiftly but cyno its observant on you, notices the stolen glances you cast in his direction, only to avert your eyes almost immediately, whether to the floor or an invisible point on the wall. to the slow, enchanting blink of your eyes and the gleam they hold. he catches the subtle parting of your lips and the way your breath catches wheen he addresses you as "miss" or by your name.

after that day, whatever he is at the akademiya, he can help but get his attention caught by you. by the way your gaze lingers on him as he stroddes through the corridors, the silly way your divert your eyes if he helps to catch you looking. and the occasionally sweet shy smiles you grace to him. he's far from oblivious to the attention you direct his way. he is intrigued. and now he knows now the nervousness in your first encounter it was not fear.

it was the end of the day, you gather your belongings, preparing to head out, as you make the way to the exit, someone interrups your steps, you gaze lifts and cyno is looking at you, his gaze intense and perceptive looking at you "miss". he looks at you as you start clutching the strap of your backpack, and your eyes shift downward, how you bite to lip before you talk "general mahamatra," voice softly almost timid "do you have more questions? need more information?" you voice lingers as he hums.

"just one question miss," his eyes fixated on your face, looking how you look at him quickly and shyly. "would you consider joining me for a dinner or a cup of coffee?. a warm smile graces the general lips as he observes your surprise, your lips slightly parting in a mixture of astonishment and words that seem to elude you, lost for words, you offer a nod of excitement. cute, its the word in his mind. as he take your arm delicately a playful glint shines in his eyes "shall we go for that coffee? perhaps we can brew something brew-tiful"

And I wanna go out with you Where you wanna go? Find a lil' spot, just sit and talk Looking pretty, follow me You and I side by side

⋆❀˖°·🧋࿐ ࿔˚ wanderer

the first time you saw wanderer was just purely by chance, you had deviated from your usual path, seeking a break from your routine, and that's when you spotted him. it was just a single moment, just a single second, but time seemed to stand still, and you found yourself inexplicably drawn to him. it was so absurd, a cliche, you didn't believe in love at first sign, so you chalked it up to just a passing crush.

yet the next day, you found yourself walking back on that same path, telling yourself it was a refreshing change. and there he was again. and perhaps there was something more to it. the path became your daily journey, and more often than not, he was there, and you couldn't deny how your heart would skip a beat when you saw him, how the little stolen glances turned into lingering gazes. you knew you should talk to him, say something but every time he was near there was a hold on you. it felt as if he had a unique power to invoke an overwhelming sense of shyness within you.

just as your shyness is hindering you from initiating a conversation, you better try to capture his attention. day after day, you put extra effort into your appearance, trying to look the most pretty that you can all in bid to catch his eye. you feel that you are making a fool of yourself, a more alluring perfume, lips glossy, eyelashes curled, and the clothes day by day a little more reaviling,

and even though you are not aware of it, wanderer is fully conscious of your attempts and intentions. he notices all the effor you put into trying to catch his attention; its rather pathetic, the extra care in your appearance, the skirts that seem to get shorter by the day, its laughable and entertaining. And oh, those shy, needy glances you made only add to the comedic effect to him. so he won't make it easy for you. he doesn't intervene, he doesn't acknowledge it, he wonders how much longer you can go if he tells the true he is a little facinated

as days pass by, you decide to make an attempt to initiate a conversation with him, maybe even invite him for or simply just say hi. but as you set out on your regular path, nothing seems right. you find yourself running behind schedule, the wind is wreaking havoc messing with your appearance, and the words you planed don't feel correct and are unwilling to stick with you. and as you spoot him your nervousness surges, causing you to reconsider your decision. plan b involves handing him a letter, yet as you get close, you repent and yearn to escape. even afraid you look up. wanderer looks at you with a mix of surprise and confusion, making you look to the ground again.

as if he had reached his limit, wanderer lets out an exasperated sigh and strides toward you "what on teyvat are you up to?" his tone tinged with a blend of incredulity and amusement, you could feel you cheeks start to burn, looking for something for say but lost on words. caught between wanting to explain and wishing you could simply disappear.

he let out a chuckle. he begins to gatter al your things, finally he helps you back onto your feet, his touch gentle yet commanding, and you can't help but feel a flutter of nervousness in his presence. you seem almost afraid to look at him. he regards you with a mix of exhaustion and amusement "if you thought i hadn't noticed your efforts, you are more dumb that i tought" he remarks, his lips curving into a condescending smile.

but before you can respond, wanderer's hand catches your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his. his words come with a sense of resignation. "agh, let's go," he says, his tone softened as he releases your chin. "I'll take you on that date you seem so desperate to have, whether you like it or not." his hand moves to grip your arm though gentle, his hold was firm to indicate that there is no turning back "I'll take you on that date you seem so desperate to have, whether you like it or not."

You don't even know my name, do ya? You don't even know my name, do ya-a? More than anyone You don't even know my name, do ya

⋆❀˖°·🧋࿐ ࿔˚kaeya

the nights at angel's share were typically bustling with activity. you moved gracefully around the bar, tending to customers with your usual warm smile. trays of drinks came and went, and your friendly, slightly flirtatious charm seemed to be a hit with most patrons. however, when it came to kaeya, everything changed. a nervous shyness seemed to envelop you whenever he entered the bar. you were well aware of his reputation; kaeya alberich, the charismatic cavalry captain of the knights of favonius, was known for his suave words and flirtatious mannerisms. and despite knowing, you found yourself falling for his charms.

and it seems that you can't help it. each time you have to interact with him, a mixture of weakness and uncertainty welled up within you. his confident demeanor, those alluring eyes, and the way he effortlessly commanded attention were truly captivating, Yet, amidst the flutter of your heart, a pang of doubt tugged at your thoughts. "You don't even know my name, do you?" you mused inwardly, yoy can evade the toughts, does he even know your name? Or does he see you merely as the waitress of the bar?

this night was not different, as you attend the patrons during the night, giving sweet smiles and small laughs, you found yourself occasionally stealing glances in kaeyas direction, and with each little look, your heart beat a little faster. it happened every time he orders a drink or engages in casual conversation. he was so alluring, the way he was leaning casually against the bar, his easy smile and his witty remarks, and you can help but offer him shy smiles as you attend him and fulfill his request.

"here you go, all ready, captain," you manage to say with a shy smile, placing his order on the counter and trying to avoid looking to his eyes. "thank you, dear," he responds, his voice smooth and appreciative. you take your leave but just as you are about to turn away, his voice reaches stooping you.

"wait, dear," he says, his voice soft and inviting, his gaze is fixed on you, and a playful glint sparks in his eyes as he continues, "care to take a little break and join me? how about we share a drink together? i promise i won't bite... much." your heart skips a beat at his invitation, you glance at him, momentarily lost of words. kaeya looks at you, his eyes with a glint of amusement and something more. you stutter a little in the beginning "umm i, you, amm captain kaeya" you start, voice soft and timid "i appreciate your offer, really, but im actually working right now. and master diluc would scold me if he found me sitting and drinking with a patron"

kaeya laught softly. he leaned casually against the bar, his posture relaxed, but his eyes held a mischievous glint. "Ah, master Diluc," he began, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm "always the responsabile one, isn't he?. he rolled his eyes dramatically, the corners of his lips tugging into an amused smile "but, you know, my dear, he can be quite buzkill sometimes" the casual banter between the brothers was know, and you couldn't help but chuckle at kaeya words.

however, as Kaeya's gaze settled on you, his expression softened, and the playful tone gave way to something more genuine. "but you know," he said, his voice quieter now, "i think even he can't argue with the fact that an angel like you deserves a little break now and then."

as you grasp his words, the air seems to shift around you, and your heartbeat quickened. "angel," you repeat softly in bewilderment, as if you were trying to grasp the meaning and understand why he would refer to you in that way. kaeya lips curled into a gentle smile, his eyes holding yours as he leaned closer to you "yes, angel," he repetead softly "isn't that what you are?" you found yourself momentarily lost in his gaze "i come here quite often, and each time I see you," he continued, his voice like a whisper meant only for you, "you make even a rowdy tavern feel like a sanctuary, angel." and you couldn't help but be entranced by the way he looked at you,"an angel blessing us all here in angel's share," he concludes, in that moment all was a blur your eyes enchanted by his gaze

"kaeya i ask you kindly to please don't disturb my workers and let them do their job," dilucs voice broke the enchanting moment, his tone a mix of annoyance, warning, and command. kaeya's demeanor shifted as he looked at Diluc, a playful and innocent expression crossing his features. "oh, diluc, i'm just making sure my angel is fine," he quipped, his tone light and teasing. diluc's gaze narrowed with a touch of exasperation. "Kaeya, I think they are perfectly capable—" "everything is okay, master diluc," you interrupted, your voice soft and shy as you didn't quite know where to look amidst the sudden attention.

diluc's gaze softened, and he nodded once before turning his attention back to the bar. the brief exchange left you feeling flustered, your heart still racing from kaeya's earlier words. you dared to steal a glance at Kaeya, who was still watching you with that same playful twinkle in his eyes, and a gentle smile tugging at his lips. his voice carrying a sense of intimacy amidst the bustling bar. "it seems duty calls for now, my angel, but rest assured, I meant every word I said."

kaeyas tone softness as he continues "and i will be here making sure my angel is alright, umm? his words enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth. he leans in even closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that only you can hear amidst the ambient noise. "And you know, I'd love to get to know more about the angel who graces Angel's Share. Maybe over a drink sometime?"

I'm usually pretty talkative, what's wrong with me? I don't like that Something odd about you Yeah, you're special and you know it You're the top, babe

⋆❀˖°·🧋࿐ ࿔˚ alhaitam

the grand bazar bustle as ever, the vibrant streets, and the cacophony of the shouts of the vendors, serves as a background echo of your mind as you strolled through it. your body tire from the theater and dance rehearsals, yet you mind keep wandering towards him. he had come to watch the play a few days ago, invited by nilou. it was exasperating that you couldn't pinpoint when you started feeling this way about him. he was just special. he was captivating, and those eyes—there was no logical explanation, just a simple truth: he was undeniably handsome, and a single glance from him was enough to make your heart skip.

you couldn't shake off the strange feeling. he held a grip on your subconscious. his presence lingered, even when he wasn't around. and butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the more thought of him. nilou would often nag you, pressuring you to take a step forward. she said that he should consider himself priviliged and fortounate that someone as charming, sociable, outgoing, beautiful and smart, as you had taken notice of him.

but she was mistaken. a lot. there was something unique about him. the grand scribe, with a commanding precense and an aura that carried a hint of severity and a touch of intimidation. yes there was just something about him.

so when you hear nilous voice calling you over and you approached her, the bustling surroundings seemed to fade into insignificance. he stands there by her side. his eyes, those turquoise eyes with a rubi vein, the world around you sems to fade as he holds your gaze. nilous words hung in the air. but your mind was preoccupied to comprehend alhaithams presence in front of you. as she introduce you, and talk more. the exchange between the two of them seeme distant and muffled, fading into the background, leaving you struggling to grasp the specifics of their conversation.

you catch brief things like your name, dance, books, and something about academic interest. she's talking about you. nilou is talking about you, and a spark of panic jolts you out of your daze "they have such an interesting view in dance and arts! things i wouldn't even tought, they say something about ummm. how it was? arts and dance as a place to human construction and projection, i think those were their words. they could talk to you more about it sometime! i find it much more fascinating than some things from the academy." nilou's words would have carried on, but the distant voice of mr. zubayr interrupted, "excuse me, I have some matters to attend to, but I'll leave you two. we'll talk later." as nilou excuse herself. alhaitham eyes linger on you, his gaze penetrating.

you turn your attention back to him. your gaze meeting his eyes. a moment of silence before he speaks, "so, dance as a platform for human construction and projection?, that's quite a unique topic? care to elaborate?. you feel a mixture of surprise and flustered nerves. why must he look at you with such intensity. normally, you're quite talkative, but his presence has an uncanny way of rendering you speechless. "it's not really a serious research topic," you begin, your voice coming out softer than you intended. you clear your throat and look at him, your eyes meeting his briefly before you quickly glance away, your cheeks warming with a faint blush. "it's just... something personal, not professional."

alhaitam's gaze remained fixed on you, his intense scrutiny seemingly dissecting every facet of your being. he had been aware of you before, the graceful dance of the zubyar theater, enchanting and lively almost like a fairy. while the world of the arts held not fascination to him you were quite intriguing by you. and he could see trough your so adorable reactions to him. his lip curled into a faint smile, a playful glint in his eyes that you seem to lost "personal, hmm" he muses, his voice carrying a teasing hint as he leans closer, his lips almost brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Those tend to be the most intriguing, don't they?" the warm of his breath sends you shiver and his proximity is leaving you breathless

as his gaze unravel your reactions, he cant help but admit, you are indeed quite a distraction - such a pretty distraction. "it's just, umm, i belive in dance as more than moment, is more of a expression for the human i think you respond, your words slightly stumbling in your nervousness "its just something im curious about..."

"curiosity is a valuable trait" he remarks and you eyes look at him "let's take this conversation to a more suitable setting," his voice resonating with a confident command. without waiting for your response, he gestures for you to follow him, as he starts walking, his confident demeanor makes it clear that he fully expects you to accompany him. so you follow him.

the silence between you as you walk is almost comfortable, his eyes stole little glances of you, a hint of amusementent in his eyes, as he seems to relish in your nervousness it's as if he finds solace in the fact that you're a bit flustered in his presence.

ost in your thoughts, you suddenly find yourself stumbling, a gasp escaping your lips, before you know it. his arms swoop in to catch you. your body instinctively presses against his, the warmth of his proximity seeping through your senses. "you're a bit clumsy for a dancer," his voice carrying a hint of amusement. your gaze meets his, a mixture of embarrassment and lovesickness in your eyes. and a subtle change in his eyes darkening "or perhaps it's just an excuse? A way to get closer to me?".

a mixture of embarrassment and something else coursing through your veins. "perhaps there's a hint of truth in that," you reply, a timid smile gracing your lips.

⋆❀ — a/n: this is the first part, or best say the stories of the first characters. weinting some of this was so dificult i am looking at you sumeru boys. in the new part i will doing xiao, heizou, thoma and diluc, i hope it's ready tomorrow or before.

[hellscap3]

my favourite lil war criminal ✨💜

[chrollogy]

oh, he’s so pretty ♡

[aranarsenii]

[aeymii]

Them <33✨

[milkforbones]

This is how they started dating. In modern AU. Saw it with my own two eyes. I'm not lying.

I'm seriously thinking abt starting drawing full on comics with them, not just this lil snippets. But I was involved in comic projects (saing this as if I weren't the sole author of that shiet) before and it takes A SHIT TON of work to draw them...

But...