#Scaramouche x gn reader

[zushikiss]

OK BUT HEAR ME OUT ON SKATER BF SCARAMOUCHE

skater!scaramouche who bribes you with free food so you can accompany him to the nearest skate park, he doesn't mind that his bank account is getting drained, as long as you're there it's worth it

skater!scaramouche who uses the cute hello kitty bandaids you gave him everytime he gets a bruise, he doesn't care that his friends tease him for it nor does he care that it doesn't go well with his outfits.

skater!scaramouche who keeps an extra jacket in the back of his car, he knows it'll get cold specially during the late nights you spend hanging out at the skate park, he also knows you'd probably forget to bring a jacket

skater!scaramouche who uses "teaching you how to skateboard" as an excuse to hold you close to him

skater!scaramouche who'll proudly put all the decals you give him on his skateboard, no matter how big or small, glittery or holographic, it's going on his skateboard.

skater!scaramouche who "accidentally" fails a trick and lands on a person after they looked at you weird

just yk, skater bf scaramouche <33

late night skate date w skater bf!scara

[cyber-night]

Welcome to day four. Today's is Dollification with our favourite brat of a puppet Scara.

WARNINGS: Dollification, smut, choking, gn reader, this is fairly straight forward

You had Scaramouche sitting on your bed. He had come up with this idea, and while you were more than willing to indulge him, you did worry how this would affect him mentally. He's sitting up but unmoving, leaving moving him about to you. You reach out and gently cup his cheek. "Hey baby, don't forget your colours. Red to stop yellow to slow down or change and green is good." You whisper softly to him. He struggles to remain the perfect immobile doll for you wanting to make a snide comment. It amuses you to watch the internal battle he asked for this after all.

You carefully undress him, having to lift his arms yourself. You take a moment to appreciate his ball jointed fingers kissing his knuckles, his hand twitches making you tsk. "Dolls don't move." You watch him shudder as he tenses in an attempt to hold still.

You toss his shirt to the side and work on his shorts next. "Such a beautiful thing..." Once his shorts are off he's left in a body suit that's frankly annoying to get off when he's dead weight, he is throughly making this harder on you to be petty, but you power through for him. Once it's off, you get to look over your darling puppets body. He's hard and leaking only from having to stay still.

You don't doubt that this is a challenge for him. Obedience and stillness are not his strong suits. You press kisses across his chest before toying with his nipples making him jolt. You set about working his hole open, taking the lube, and coating your fingers. Normally, you'd wait for it to warm up, but right now, you want to watch him struggle not to squirm. Pressing two fingers into him makes his whole body tense, and you can't help but laugh. "Last I checked, dolls didn't tense up, baby." You say with a teasing voice.

He struggles to relax as you slowly work him open, forcing himself to keep his whimpers quiet. You finally trade your fingers for you cock and watch his eyes roll back as he moans. You wrap a hand around his throat. He doesn't need to breathe, but it's the thought that counts.

You lean over him, staring into his eyes, try as he might he's trembling. It's kinda cute in all honesty, he's trying so hard. All that goes out the window the moment you start fucking him. The way he was constructed ment it was so easy to fuck right into his prostate.

He's usually fairly talkative during sex, always having something bratty to say. Now he's reduced to choked out moans and gasps. "Shut up, or I'll shut you up." You warn with a smile. After a moment of struggling, he gives up. You pull out of him, much to his dismay, and flip him onto his stomach, his face pressed into the mattress. You press back into him and push his head down as you fuck him like a sex doll, and really isn't that what he is?

[fairykazu]

scaramouche's message: i want you back masterlist + cws: kys jokes, references to a tiktok

[cielur5ww]

୨⏳️୧ ─────・ Absence

▭ Synopsis﹕ Your absence, although you are by his side, feels like you are not there. His throat burns, but he says nothing.. Because he loves you.

★ ❪CW❫── gn!reader x Wanderer, 'Kunikuzushi' is used as Wanderer's real name, the reader nicknames Wanderer as Kuzushi, relationship already established, present-absent, Kuni feels in conflict, fear of abandonment, argument(?), angts, bad ending?

ᶻz ─── n/a﹕I was quite inspired while listening to "Absence" by Río Romeo, so I wrote this! I will be using some parts of the lyrics to write this.

"If I were to leave tomorrow, would you be okay?" You mused, asking your boyfriend.

He was so calmly almost asleep on you, resting his head on your chest, listening to the slow beats of your heart, almost falling into the world of dreams until you asked that question, pulling him out of that almost ethereal slumber.

He stopped, opening his sleepy eyes a bit, as if trying to analyze your question.

"Mhm." It wasn’t an articulated response; he thought about it for a moment. He didn’t understand what you meant by leaving tomorrow or if he would be okay.

Were you going somewhere tomorrow? Were you traveling with your parents? He doesn’t understand.

His indigo eyes landed on yours; he still felt embraced softly by tiredness and sleep, but he made an effort to respond to you, though the beats of your heart were trying to lure him back to sleep.

"Why would you leave tomorrow?" He questioned, seeming more awake this time, but he still didn’t move at all; his head remained resting on your chest, and he stopped looking at you, instead lowering his gaze to where your hand and his were intertwined, watching as your thumb gently caressed his hand.

He felt loved.

"No, it’s nothing." You replied softly. He could feel that you were smiling gently as you always did.

He had always loved that smile of yours, that smile that could soothe his nonexistent heart with tranquility, like a blanket of warmth surrounding him.

But this time, it felt different; he didn’t feel that usual warmth, only the coldness in that void in his heart.

It gave him a bittersweet taste.

...

In the following days, you behaved strangely, slightly different, but it seemed like you were trying to make everything seem normal, though it wasn’t. Sometimes he could see your face, an afflicted expression or one that no longer had your same beautiful and warm glow, as if it was bathed only in coldness and guilt.

He said nothing, not that he was particularly good with words; something was bothering you, and he knew it. Because the smiles he loved so much now seemed dishonest, they seemed so tainted with that same darkness that he once had.

You were hiding something from him.

He wanted to ask you; he wanted to approach you and tell you directly, but he couldn’t because each time he melted because of you.

Every time he got close, you would always give him 2 or 3 kisses on the lips. If you were lying down and he got closer, you’d both end up lying together, where you would give him brief kisses on his face or lips while smiling. When you were busy and standing, you would turn around to look at him, smile at him as always, and give him a quick kiss on the lips or, if you felt animated enough, you would wrap your hands around his waist and kiss him for a longer time.

He loved you; he loved the way you were, he loved how you loved him... and he loved you.

But then, why did you seem more distant at the same time? Even though you were affectionate enough with him, it seemed like every moment created a distance, even though you were right beside him, kissing him, smiling at him. Even though you were there, practically together, he only felt the cold slowly covering him like a slow snowfall until he would be buried under the cold and imposing snow.

He felt his nonexistent heart tightening painfully in his chest; he hated these feelings he was experiencing.

"If I were to leave tomorrow, would you be filled with sadness?"

You finally asked, looking at him directly. Standing, despite being barely a meter away, Kunikuzushi felt that each moment you were drifting further away from him without even walking.

He was confused, somewhat surprised... he didn’t understand what you meant by leaving tomorrow.

"Where would you go?" He asked, looking at you... somewhat afflicted, the burden he had been carrying in the heaviness of his empty heart was finally showing, no matter how much he didn’t want it to. But as always, you could read him like an open book.

"I just... thought, maybe... if I weren’t here the next day. I wonder if you’d fight or if... you’d leave Sumeru to look for me if I disappeared." Your tone of voice grew softer, turning into a whisper.

You weren’t sure if you should even express your thoughts to your boyfriend, knowing how he might react and knowing his painful past.

"Are you... saying you’re going to leave?" He interrogated you, giving you a direct look... somewhat accusatory in silence, his gaze sharp, but he felt his chest tightening and the buzzing of his nonexistent heart, it hurt.

Maybe it was just a damn indirect way of saying you’d leave him.

You’re betraying him.

"No, that’s not it, Kuzushi." You tried to calm him, looking at him softly for a few seconds and then, diverting your gaze.

That was the most he could take; he knew that look, he knew that look of pity towards him, a look he hated and never thought you’d have. So he simply lowered his gaze, feeling the pressure in his throat, wanting to yell at you, demand answers, destroy something, destroy you, tell you that you’re just like everyone else who betrayed him.

Because now, you were betraying him, even though you promised you’d stay by his side.

Just like him, just like that boy, just like everyone else.

You’re just a stupid mortal human.

And he, too, was to blame for falling in love with one.

[simonisferal]

view me as a god — self aware (yandere) wanderer x gn reader

warnings: self aware au, reader is viewed as the player, reader is obsessed with genshin in the beginning, codependency (aether and wanderer), wanderer develops a victim mentality, traveler is a goat, aether is he/they (you'll know what I'm talking about)

notes: wanderer lore spoilers to those who haven't read, that one event in 1.6 spoilers to those who haven't played; if my account were self aware, i'd actually kms — the characters don't need to see my bio 😭 / i didnt know what team to put him with so i used my own / congrats king on your second rerun 🙏

it was never intended to be taken this far. this little game you've played for years without end had begun to take your social life away and left you in the dark, the only light you saw was the one on your screen.

the sweet voices of the characters , the beautiful scenery and designs, and the story of the fictional world was so alluring you barely slept. thank god your career had the option of working at home so no other potential coworker could've said something about your disheveled hair or your unpleasant smell.

your life was as perfect as can be as long as you see a picture or anything related to your video game! codependency? what is that? shh, you can survive an hour without it!

fuck. once in his many lives, he had never felt so cold. what was wrong with him?

with every name he gained, another tie to his joints tightened its grip on the wanderer, trapping him from the pleasant feel on calmness but the name the traveler gave it felt so pure and warm like a toasty fireplace during the snow. the puppet hadn't felt any warmth in his body since niwa's irreversible death as his still-beating and bleeding heart has been put inside the chest of wanderer. but now it was gone, just like the other feelings of happiness and sweet childish dreams.

"traveler? why'd we stop?" xiangling asks as she helped bennett sit down beside the anemo statue of seven in windrise to heal his injuries as quickly as possible. layla helps the poor boy eat something she packed into her inventory.

the traveler could only stay silent before letting out a small whisper as the wind slows down, the statue of seven only shining so dimly, not like it does when it feels something — someone greater. "i don't feel it anymore." they sit down on the broken stone steps leading to the statue.

"feel? feel what?" layla mutters, laying her head on the globe she keeps near as she rests her eyes. the traveler doesn't respond as they look through their bag for something. they obviously panic, their chest falling down and rising up quicker than a rabbit's. their golden chest plaque dims ever so slightly, just as the windrise statue's light. "the, uhh... uhm, the wind."

of course the idiots fell for it, wanderer thinks as he hears the collective agreement from his party. he doesn't bother setting down his hat as he sits beside a totem near the staircase, not bothering to show his respect to the anemo god or his peers. they're just there to help him please them, to eliminate any obstacle in the traveler's way as their form of appreciation for what they've done for their accounted nations. but they, not the traveler but they weren't pleased.

is that the reason wanderer couldn't feel their warmth? he didn't attack fast enough, hit hard enough, dodge quick enough? was he not enough for the person behind the stars? the dweller who called "earth" their home?

"why are we in windrise, if i can ask?" layla sits beside the traveler. her curls curl around her while her golden accents let out small hymns. "to... to uhh...heal bennett. i do feel very bad for him with his bad luck and all..."

wanderer knew it was a white lie. sure, bennett had been hurt badly even with layla's shielding and guoba's defensive demeanor towards the poor child and his bad luck was only getting worse with the amount of constant traveling the party did but really, all the traveler wanted to do was rest and wait for that feeling.

the feeling of being monitored, not as a prisoner but as a fragile thing, to be cared for and used as a hollow doll—no need to lift a finger unless told to and loved for their hard work—the work they didn't even do. to be drowned in affection, suffocated with praises, and shot with care and pity. something that the wanderer despised so much but craved so badly.

not by anyone, no. no one, no mortal or god could make him feel this way, but something hidden, someone hidden behind a mask, the stars, and celestia itself was waiting for him, wanting him, caring for him like he was.

when he couldn't dodge an attack, he was healed instantly. when he had no energy, it was replenished right before his eyes. when he wanted to be stronger, he became just that. it was a complicated choice between his morals and integrity or his selfish desires and temptations.

bennett didn't heal as fast as he does when the greater person behind the screen is there. he blames it on his bad luck but both the traveler and wanderer know what's really wrong. his pale face slowly turns back to his tanner complexion as time moves forward and everyone decides to rest up a bit before the night ends.

it's been too long since the feeling went away.

"[wanderer]! is it okay if you're on watch duty?" that name. it felt like a childhood lullaby, something the elderly women of tatarasuna would sing him to sleep when he was awoken by nightmares. that name was his, something he held to with genuine pride, not like his other disdainful names that were given by cruel people or joking jesters.

"alright." there's no sigh, groan, or remark afterwards to everyone's surprise. it only happens once in a blue moon and you know damn well that they took it to heart.

layla and xiangling slept beside bennett while aether sat where he was with his eyes closed. there was a moment of silence where it was just beautiful.

the crystalflies didn’t hide from the characters, an anemo one landing on layla’s nose and on the top of the wanderer’s hat. the wind blew ever so softly and for a moment, the wanderer could feel that warmth again.

“what’s up with you?” the traveler asked. his eyes stayed close but they were attentive like always.

“nothing.”

“liar.”

wanderer frowns and slightly turns his head to see them. a smile grew on their face and they sat up, opening their eyes and looking directly at him. “you felt it, didn’t you?” the wanderer looks away.

“do you always ask dumb questions?”

the traveler beside him stifles a laugh. “they’re not dumb,” they pause. they have a visible frown painted on their face now. “you know, don’t you?”

“what? that there’s some being out there controlling us, that the world shifts to their liking, or that you can practically see their face written in those damned stars?”

they stay silent. how’d he even know? was it that meteorite from long ago? “yeah, i guess.”

the wanderer scoffs at his companion's vagueness. “i’m tired of being a vessel.” that was obviously a lie. he can’t remember the last time he actually enjoyed serving someone, let alone helping if it wasn’t for his own personal gain. it felt nice being used (which is something he never thought he’d ever think).

aether sighs, leaning on the totem. they closed their eyes, "wake me up later then."

the wanderer scoffed. "i'm not your alarm," he says but he doesn't complain any further, simply watching over his teammates, the ones you assigned him, with a faint frown on his face. just where were you?

you quickly sweep your phone off of your desk once you come back from an errand. it was only a few minutes but still! you need your game to thrive at work, remember?

it had been days to them. they were at windrise, where you left them, your whole team. thank the gods. everyone was awake and ready to be used as characters.

you continued what you were doing prior to your errand, collecting crystalflies and flowers for your characters' ascensions.

wanderer didn't tell anyone he felt your warmth.

he shouldn't, he couldn't—wouldn't. no one else had suffered like him, it was unfair for those who didn't deserve it to bask in the sweet feeling of your muse. everything bad happened to him; nothing ever bad happened to anyone else.

nahida was right; he needs help!

your help. you were the only one who could help him, help the poor wanderer who had cried and groveled at your feet centuries ago, begging for a god greater than the gods to take care of him and help him—you!

you put him through all this pain to help him in the end, right? to free him, make him truly himself and not part human or puppet but himself again.

his salvation wasn't leaving him; he wouldn't let it happen.

[knikzshi]

IMGONNAGETYOUBACK ! — WHAT.

scaramouche x gn!reader smau

IMGONNAGETYOUBACK !

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SYNOPSIS what happens when your ex-boyfriend (?) ex-situationship releases a song on your birthday about your relationship AND TWEETS that he misses you? well of course, you HAD to go get him back !

A/N school started last week n i actually hate my chem class

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[kunishiros]

love with scaramouche, can be considered quite a strange one. it is complex, heavy, yet at the same time so heartfelt.

maintaining a relationship with him couldn't be called easy. things always felt heated in a way or another, as if the sudden thickness of the air formed a barrier between the two of you whenever you're together. behind every hungry and bittersweet kiss, was just a sense of desperation for an assurance, some sort of confirmation from you that only he has the privilege to have you in his arms.

it's true that his possessiveness can get quite frustrating sometimes, but can you blame him? the "heartless" puppet has had multiple losses of the few people he cherished. he has long forgotten, if not never knew how to love properly. even his gaze and touch was so fiery, and that flame came from no other than his heart, which at this point had become your possession.

it wasn't uncommon for him to question your faithfulness, still hesitating to place his full trust in you. but then he let his guard down just a little and suddenly it feels like you can see right through him, as if he was transparent. his hidden innocence, his love for you that was so true and pure. it was something so deep that not only caught you by surprise, but overwhelms himself as well. which was the main cause of why he tries to hide it from you; because to rely on someone else is a form of weakness. but as much as he hated it, he needed you. you were the only one that could provide a source of such sincerity and trust towards the harbinger, when no one else would.

the way he sinks into your embrace, taking in the warmth and love that radiates from your body. it was a gesture that at first would get him trembling and his breath labored ever so slightly. the puppet had never experienced such an immense amount of love that was so sincere. yet over time, your patience won him over, and so did the hesitation to show his true self around you falter.

note: fatui scara, not wanderer. first official writing post, how we feeling?

© kunishiros 2024 — do not copy, modify, translate and repost my works on other platforms. #reyscara canon btw!!

[ordowrites]

cw: yandere, obsessive and possessive relationships, unhealthy relationships, mdni, minors do not interact, minors dni, yandere cw. the writer does not condone this behavior irl.

Scaramouche, in an AU, is the type to insist on matching stick-n-poke tattoos. If only because he doesn't want anyone else touching you or marking you. He's easily jealous and pretty possessive. He would spend months sketching out ideas and researching because it has to be perfect, it's going on both your bodies and he never settles for anything less.

Of course, you're hesitant because he has no skills in tattooing (though he's done a few on himself, he's never done it on anyone else) but after badgering, pouting, and some arguments, you finally agree.

At least he's kind enough to do it where it can be kind of hidden - your inner wrist - and every time he sees it, he kisses it.

("See? We're connected now. You can never leave me.")

[knnichs]

𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨 — 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡.

c.  scaramouche

character(s) are friends with reader, gn!reader, angsty-ish, scaramouche is still in the fatui, this is a work of fiction

      fluff     ,    love letter     .      word count : roughly 0.9k

t. @aventurne @tragedy-of-commons @yvnaology @nyoomiin

Scaramouche is not an easy man to love. He’s busy, constantly busy, awake even during the most ungodly hours of the night and constantly rubbing at his eyes from his exhaustion. It’s no surprise the Fatui are overworking him again. What’s funny is that he’s sitting at his desk, a pile of papers on the right side–all reports from his underlings–were unnoticed; all of it, even the chirping of the birds as the sun rose and showed the start of a new day, Scaramouche was stuck on a piece of paper in front of him with the words that reads, To my dearest.

There's no way he can capture your beauty on a cheap piece of parchment . He should’ve bought something expensive instead, like a new set of clothes he thinks you’ll like. But lately you’ve just seemed so distant. He needs to reach you somehow. You’ve been driven away by the lies his mouth spills and now, he’s suffering with the consequences, and not once will he ever say it to you, but he needs you to stick with him while he tries to better himself.

So here he is: a fountain pen in hand, wasting his time with something so.. childish. Who writes letters anyway, isn't it something you did as a child towards someone you liked? 

Call him a child then. Call him old-fashioned, traditional, and in love. Call him whatever you like, because in the end he’s yours, and he’s always been. 

He’s let his thoughts linger for too long and suddenly it's 7 am. His eyebags have never been worse and his mind is tired, not from his job, but from this stupid letter he’s made no progress on. To my dearest should be good enough, right? I mean, you were easy to please. He was sure that it would be more than enough for you. 

How tiring. He says, mindlessly scribbling on the paper, jet-black ink scattered all throughout and splattering around the words. Was he angry? Not at all. Frustrated, yes, but for a good reason–to think he did this just because you two were friends was infuriating. Shouldn’t you two be something more?

You were pretty, far too pretty for him to describe. Scaramouche thought his vocabulary was wide enough, but this letter alone has him searching for the words he once knew. Your eyes, leaving him feeling small in a never ending forest and your smile–god, your smile was intoxicating. It would give light to the things he’s been hiding from you this entire time. Your laugh–your voice, sweet and soft, loud and oh-so clear. How you’d bring it down to a whisper when you feel embarrassed about admitting something, how your nose scrunches up when you laugh or when your smile lines just seem so fitting for someone like you.

What was so special about you? 

You were like the sunset on the beaches, glowing. Absolutely stunning, ethereal, lighting everything in a bright orange, his eyes becoming a mix of brown and a dark blue. He’s different around you, he's a completely different person. From the color of his eyes to the racing of his heart, to the feeling that he wasn’t getting enough air whenever you hold his hand–but you’d do it in a friendly way. You don't squeeze his hand too tight, you let go when necessary and don’t leave any kind of touch lingering for far too long.

Scaramouche is not an easy man to love. He’s bad with words and he can’t tell you the things you want to hear;he can’t provide you with the touch you crave, he can’t make up his mind. One moment he’s thinking about just giving you a whole bag of mora for you to use for your next trip, the other he’s thinking about finishing this damn letter that has plagued his mind ever since you first whispered the fact you appreciate him.

There’s no way he can treat you right. There’s absolutely no way he will be perfect, that he’ll be the partner that’ll leave such a mark on you. But god, ask for the world and he will give it to you. Name one thing and when you wake up it's right at your nightstand. Choose the ring and its design, he’ll get a matching one that you yourself decided on as well. Just say the word because he is a child in love.

So here he is, an envelope in hand. Going to the nearest flower shop to buy something that will still wilt under the sun after a few days. He will not love, and can’t love the same way as you, but he will learn how to. 

Call him stupid;call him an idiot for falling for someone he knows is way too out of his league. But that’s all he is, and it's far too late to change that. He might lose you at some point, and that's really what scares him the most. 

Suddenly he’s standing at your doorstep, ringing the doorbell and you’d be confused who in the world decided to bring you a sunflower and a piece of envelope in the middle of the day–you don't recall ordering anything. 

He didn’t even get to sign it.  Maybe next time he can get it right… for his dearest.

characters belong to their respective companies. everything is written by staarri - do not steal, reupload, translate, modify or feed my work to ai.

[transmascaraa]

👉👈 just any scara or wanderer crumbs i love him im so desperate most of his tag is smut i just want to give him a kiss

bf!wanderer headcannons!

you give him a kiss while having dinner in public...

bf!wanderer x gn!reader

author's note: a req for tonight so you guys have something to read other than lyrics lmfaoo have fun reading<3

"stop..."

-he was definitely not the best option if you're into pda or something.

-a kiss? in private ONLY.

-the literal most he would do, and he would do it if your practically begging him for it,

-is hand-holding.

-nothing more.

-so something like kissing him in public would be really bold of you.

-so, you decided to take this on opportunity when you went out to eat dinner with him.

-a really romantic dinner, expensive, but he would pay because he said so.

-sitting down on a table in the corner, next to a window, showing the beautiful nature of sumeru.

-"i really like it here." you said, still munching on your food a bit.

-"i told you nahida has the best recommendations. and don't talk with your mouth full." he bluntly said, glancing at you as he sipped his bitter mint tea.

-"mhm... mmkay." you rolled your eyes playfully.

-after finishing your food, you decided to buy a dessert for yourself too.

-not like he minded spending his money on you, it made him happy to do so. i mean- spending money on you means you being happy, yk?

-you even forced him to just try the ice cream you bought.

-"ugh- it's- cold and sweet. ew-" he complained. nothing new.

-but there was a little bit of ice cream left on his cheek.

-nonchalantly, you kissed it and then licked your lips, as if it was an everyday thing.

-he froze. he blushed. his heart started racing. he thinks everyone is looking at you two. he thinks that everyone-

-"kuni, you okay?" you ask him, putting a hand on his now warm cheek, making him look at you with wide eyes and red cheeks.

-"don't ever do that again." he blushed even harder as he whispered this to you.

-he means "do it again."

~~~~~

this is so fucking cute

i love wanderer

he's my top 1 idc our little babygirl

@amaribelt | @mariaace <3

[heartsiez]

MINE.

when they’re put in a situation that makes them feel jealous

⌗ kazuha and scaramouche x gn reader (seperate)

⌗ jealous behaviour, possessive behaviour, idk what else. their parts are like a one shot in their own HELP.

— kazuha

as the cherry blossom petals swirled around you and kazuha, you couldn't help but feel content. you had known kazuha for a while now, and had grown to appreciate his company more and more each time you were together. today, the two of you had decided to take a stroll through the park and enjoy the beautiful scenery.

you’d just gotten off work at a local café in inazuma. it was insanely busy today, causing you to get stressed out. many customers wanted the same thing, causing the item to go out of stock, which caused others to be mad because what they wanted wasn’t available. you’d go into more detail but just the thought of it stresses you out.

once you stepped out of the building you knew straight away you needed kazuha with you to ease off all of your negative emotions. you really did love kazuha, he was always able to clear your head with just a word. you may not be dating yet, but it’s clear as day to anyone that you both have feelings for each other.

anyways, that’s where it brings you to now. you were in the middle of telling kazuha about your day when you suddenly spotted a familiar figure in the distance causing you to pause your movements, kazuha copying with a confused look.

it was your ex.

you couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as memories flooded your mind. you hadn't seen your ex in months, and you had thought that you had moved on from the heartbreak they had caused you. which, you have moved on, but you still can’t help the familiar feelings that come over you. it makes you feel guilty because kazuhas right next to you.

your ex noticed you, both locking eyes. you wanted to tear your eyes away from them, or even pull your eyes out of your sockets but you just couldn’t look away.

as your ex approached, you tensed up, unsure of how to react. to your surprise, your ex greeted you with a warm smile and a friendly hug. you hesitated, but you couldn't help but reciprocate, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over you.

kazuha, who had been watching the entire interaction (even from when you first noticed them), felt a pang of jealousy shoot through him.

he had grown to care deeply for you, wanting to keep you by his side forever, and the sight of you interacting with your ex made him very uneasy. he tried to brush off the feeling, reminding himself that you were the one with him now (even if not officially), and that your ex was just permanently a part of your past.

you pulled away from your ex, turning back to kazuha with a guilty, and apologetic look. “uhm, kazu, this is my…” you trailed off awkwardly, not really knowing what to call them. kazuha already knew who this person was to you, you just didn’t wanna seem rude officially introducing your ex, as your ex.

“i’m their old friend.” they continued for you, offering out their hand for him with a sweet smile, though the wind told kazuha different.

“it’s… a surprise to meet you.” kazuha took their hand with swift haste, an obvious fake smile plastered. you cleared your throat as they both pulled away, moving back to stand next to kazuha you looked to him, and he looked back.

“you don’t mind if they spend the rest of the day with us?” you asked, a sheepish smile on your face as kazuha let out a sigh only you could really hear. “of course not, it would be my pleasure to meet an old friend of your past.” he made sure to clarify.

“great…” your ex looked at him with a challenging look and then turned around. “i saw there was a place just past those trees over there, let’s go take a look.”

they took your wrist pulling you with them, scaring you out of surprise. you looked back to kazuha who was quick to follow you two, though mainly focusing on the connection between your wrist and their hand. his eyes finally travelled up to meet yours and you offered him an apologetic smile, as in to say everything will go fine from now on.

however, as the day went on, kazuha couldn't shake the wretched feeling inside of him. he just wanted to steal you away forever, not liking the feeling of someone else being a threat to you two. and your ex was one. they seemed to be getting too close for comfort, and kazuha couldn't help but feel like he was slowly being pushed out of the picture.

the sun began to set, and your ex had already said their goodbyes, apologising that it must be weird for you and that they overstayed their visit. kazuha was glad they finally seemed to realise.

he pulled you aside, away from everyone else who was still in the cherry blossom park, thought not much. you looked at him with a curious look, both your arms crossed over each other. he took a deep breath before speaking, his voice low and hesitant.

"i know i shouldn't feel this way, and it’s not my place to really say this, but seeing you with your ex today... it made me feel… horrible. i care about you a lot, and the thought of losing you to someone from your past scares me."

you were a little shocked. i mean, kazuha feeling insecure? usually he knows whether or whether not he should be feeling vulnerable in a situation, because the wind whispers the secrets to him. so he must be feeling really upset if he’s not trusting the winds of the archon.

you continued to stare at him, trying to find out how he was really feeling inside from his face. you could see the pain and vulnerability in his eyes, and your heart ached for him. you felt guilty.

you took his hand and pulled him into a tight embrace, "kazuha, you have nothing to worry about. you're the one i want to be with, and nothing will ever change that. my ex is just a part of my past, but you... you're my present and my future." you smiled at him warmly.

kazuha's tense shoulders relaxed as he returned the embrace, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. he had been so worried about losing you, but hearing your words made him feel more secure in your relationship. the negativ emotion on his face disappeared, getting it replaced with a way more positive one.

as the two of you pulled away, kazuha leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "thank you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. he grabbed the wrist your ex held earlier, and pulled it up to his lips to kiss, his eyes not breaking eye contact the entire time.

the rest of the evening was spent in a comfortable silence, the two of you enjoying each other's company as the sun set over the horizon. the memory of your exes visit was fading fast along with the light in the sky.

you knew that there would be more challenges ahead for you both, but with kazuha by your side, you felt confident that the two of you could overcome anything together.

lol corny.

— scaramouche

scaramouche, the cunning and mischievous harbinger of the fatui, had always been a man of many talents. but there was one thing that he couldn't quite control - his jealousy. and as he watched you interact with aether from behind a wall, scaramouche couldn't help but feel a rising sense of possessiveness.

you lived with scaramouche in the fatui headquarters as his assistant, and loving partner. your best friend, aether, would usually visit you sometimes with scaramouches permission, but he never really knew what you two got up to since he was always out on missions when aether was there.

this was the first time he was present while aether visited and he’d never felt such regret in saying yes before. he wished he never gave permission to that blonde.

while scaramouche had tried to ignore the growing friendship between the two of you, he found it increasingly difficult to do so throughout the day. aether was a charismatic and friendly traveler, and it was visible to the eye that you seemed to enjoy spending time with him, much to scaramouches dismay.

as scaramouche continued to watch the two of you talk and laugh, he couldn't help but feel a nagging murderous feeling in his chest. he knew that he had no right to feel this way, mostly because you’d get extremely angry at him if you found out he wanted to kill your best friend... but he couldn't help the way he felt.

then, to add salt on his internal wound, aether leaned in closer to you, his hand brushing against yours. scaramouche's eyes narrowed as he watched the interaction, feeling a surge of anger. if aether didn’t mean that much to you he would’ve already ripped that plat off.

as he started to slowly get a better look of the two of you, he noticed something that surprised him - aether seemed completely oblivious to what he was doing. he was just being friendly, completely unaware of the intimate actions he was creating, and of the harbinger's leaking jealousy flowing throughout the entire building.

scaramouche took a deep, long breath, trying to calm himself down. he knew that he couldn't let his emotions get the best of him, especially not near you and aether. one noise and you’d hear him, which would cause you to find him and boast him with questions.

it’s okay. he can last… at least that’s what he told himself.

as the day went on, scaramouche found it harder and harder to control his burning jealousy. it felt like a forest fire inside of him. he didn't want to lose you to some prick, and the sight and thought of aether getting too close to you made him feel sick to his stomach.

finally, it was night and you three sat around a small table chatting. well, it was mostly just you and aether speaking while scaramouche held back a nasty look to him.

as he sat there anticipating for the time aether would leave, he saw something that made the last thread inside of him snap. aether had tucked some short hair strands behind your ear, then his hand trailed down your neck and rested on your shoulder as you continued to speak. it was an innocent friendly gesture, but scaramouche had had enough. he stood up abruptly, glaring at aether sharply.

"i think it's time for you to leave," he said, his voice harsh and fast to leave his body.

aether looked up, surprised. "what? why?" he asked.

"because i don't want you around here anymore," scaramouche replied, his voice laced with venom.

you looked between the two of them, confused and slightly angered by scaramouche's sudden outburst. "scaramouche, what's going on?" you asked, reaching out to touch his arm.

but scaramouche pulled away from you. you looked at him, slightly hurt from what he did, but in a way that you knew you upset him in some way seriously which made you upset.

his eyes dark and his jaw clenched. "i said leave, aether," he repeated, his voice colder than before.

aether stood up slowly, looking between you and scaramouche with a mix of confusion and concern. "i don't understand what's going on, but if you want me to leave, i will," he said, his voice calm and measured. “i’ll see you!” he said with an awkward smile, you giving a sad one back.

as aether gathered his things and prepared to leave, you turned your attention back to scaramouche, your voice hurt and angry. "what was that about?" you demanded, your voice shaking with emotion.

scaramouche's expression softened slightly as he looked at you, but the jealousy was still evident in his eyes. "i'm sorry," he said, his voice low. "i just... i don't like seeing you with him. i don't want to lose you. the way he touched you just then and today i…”

you sighed, feeling torn between your feelings for scaramouche and your friendship with aether. "scaramouche, you know that you don't have to be jealous," you said, trying to reason with him. "i care about you, and i'm not going anywhere."

scaramouche nodded, his expression still pained. "i know that, but... i can't help the way i feel."

you reached out to take his hand, squeezing it gently. "i understand that, but you can't just push people away when you feel threatened," you said gently. "it's not fair to them, or to me."

scaramouche nodded again, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "i know, and i'm sorry. i'll try to do better," he said, his voice heavy with regret.

you smiled at him, feeling the tension between you start to dissipate. "that's all i can ask," you said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "let's just focus on enjoying the peace we’ll have together, okay?"

scaramouche's lips twitched up into a small smile as he leaned in to return the kiss. "okay," he said, his voice softening. "together."

⌗ hai i’m back:3 took a little break bc of writers block……………. um……… not proof read bc i’m honestly still in writers block i just feel bad for not posting. would u believe me if i told u ai helped me out with the ideas of these prompts

[zushikiss]

(drunkly) falling in love

summary ; the genshin boys are drunk and are mesmerized by you !

warnings ; a bit of mention of alcohol, reader in xiao's is hinted to be an adeptus/non-mortal, gn!reader, use of petnames [ honey, dear ]

pairings ; xiao, kazuha, scaramouche

notes ; i got bored during class and made these drabbles 😭😭

─ XIAO

lantern rite was one of the events xiao was willing to celebrate, though he'd celebrate any events with you if you asked him to, lantern rite was one he was looking forward to, though you expected it to go just as well as last year, you didn't expect your beloved adeptus to drink a few shots.

"hm.."

"xiao, are you okay? do you want to go back to our room?"

"..our room?"

"yes honey, our room."

"you'd willingly stay in a room with me??"

though also holding back a laugh yourself, hu tao and the traveller seemed to find it quite funny as they were laughing to their heart's content.

"yes.. like i have been, for the past 500 years."

"hu tao.. what kind of sick joke did you get your weirdly attractive friend to get in on?? i thought i told you before to pay respects to the adepti."

"but xiao it's not a joke, y/n has been your partner since forever."

and after that he just blankly stares at you, no words exchanged, completely silent except for the quiet and confused giggles from lumine and hu tao, you move closer to xiao as you hold his hands, a red hue takes over his face as he finally passes out.

"i'm never letting him forget this."

─ KAZUHA

"wow.."

"kazu, you okay?"

"beidou thank archons you let this gorgeous person aboard the crux.."

though most the crew was asleep, your husband and the captain was definitely wide awake.

"you mean you? you brought your spouse aboard kazuha, not me."

"SPOUSE???"

beidou's trying her best not to laugh at the ash haired male's out burst as he blinks in confusion, eyes darting between your figure and the hunched over captain's.

"yes dear, spouse.. we've been married for almost 3 years now."

"wow.."

and with that, kazuha is back to his staring, his eyes are burning holes onto your eyes at this point.

─ SCARAMOUCHE

"you're awfully attractive.."

"excuse me?"

"i said, you look attractive."

confusion settles in as you've never seen your boyfriend like this, and you've known him for a generous amount of time, quickly figuring out it was the sake, you took it from the table and hid it under, all while scaramouche was staring at your eyes.

"very pretty, but kinda slow- wait where's my alcohol?"

"hmm, i don't know maybe the big bad dendro archon took it."

"nahida... damn you."

masterlist

[kiskisur]

(have this before I take a break) (sick rn so-)

"just don't bother me again." wanderer spat, 'annoyed' by your hug before glancing at your now disappointed face.

"oh." he raised a brow, expecting you to protest or hug him tighter but frowned when your arms were about to let go of him.

"hey, I didn't say anything about stopping." the hat guy rolled his eyes, his hand on your waist tightening as if it didn't wanna let go.

"but didn't you-" you were cut off by his glare, causing your mouth to snap shut.

the purple haired guy sighed, shaking his head before hugging you tighter. "don't tell anyone about this or you're dead."

[yourlocalstranger123]

Part 3 of various scaramouche versions!

Part 1 Part 2 part 3

Separate, 2 versions of them being not isekaied to a universe of multiple versions of himself together, and short as him but at the same time, big as his hat. [From a video(s) I saw: imagine him trying to get through the door but his hat is to wide to even fit. Or when in the meeting, the only thing you can see is him tippie toeing and his hat as he glares into your soul. Or even if he sounds like mickey mouse, "I will make you sleep with the fishes!"]

Characters: Kunikuzushi[kuni], Kabukimono, scaramouche, wanderer.

Warning!: NSFW, slight angst? Dom! Reader. [Idk if I should put AFAB or AMAB for him, but I'll just do both]

When he didn't get isekai into a universe of every version of himself: Kuni, he hadn't ever met you. He always heard people talk about you and imagined what you would be like. He slowly fell in love without even knowing it and kept daydreaming all day long about you.

One day, he had wet dreams about you. Touching him every inch of his body, holding him and saying praises. He woke up and had a really strange feeling down there but ignored it.

When he did get isekai: Kuni had finally met you! You are so much better in person then he ever imagined! He was cunfused about the feeling inside his chest but didn't mind since it felt nice. Oh how he loved your touch. He loved how you make sure to keep him safe and out of trouble even if he doesn't know what it means.

Rubbing his thighs together, trying to create friction as he watched you peacefully asleep. He didn't know what was happening but as always, he chose to ingore it. He didn't want you to think he wasn't perfect! He promises he's a perfect! He's not broken at all! He never asked you about it, but don't worry, he'll know about it soon or later... "hnngh-!....it feels weird..! *hic*" sobbing as he whined, riding your thigh. You pity him so you decided to give him a little mercy by palming his small bulge/rubbing circles on his clit and allow him to rut onto it. "AhhH~! [Name], th- this feels new- HnghH!" His head thrown back as he came. Making a mess that you'll have to clean later.

//

When he didn't get isekai into a universe of every version of himself: Kabukimono was lost, wandering in the woods until he met you! You were so kind, giving him a place called home. You'd teach him how to do chores and cook, protect him from all the bad people, and even give him a goodnight kiss! He didn't know why he reacted in a way where his cheeks goes red, his 'heart' beating, his mind all about you and fuzzy, and his body feels warm. But it's even warmer...down there..he didn't know why :( are you gonna be mad at him for not being good enough? Perfect enough?

Kabukimono falling onto the bed. Trying to figure out what's going on. He smells your scent on the pillow, trying to hug it, accidentally rubbing friction on his little bulge. Making him freeze. He tried doing the same action, rutting into your pillow. He cried as it felt to intense, and stopped. Edging himself without knowing it. You can see drool driping down his chin, tears going over dry ones. His mind feels hazy and fuzzy as his sight goes blurry as he dreamed about you.

When he did get isekai: he was so cunfused, why were there multiple clones of him with you?! Are you trying to replace him :( please don't leave him! He'll promise he will do better! He kept silent as he doesn't know what to say as he clings onto you with kuni doing it too.

He nearly forgot about the pleasure last time, until he rubbed his cock/clit near the edge of the cabinet, he stopped. He tried doing it again, continuing but this time he didn't stop, the climax hit hard. Making his eyes roll up into his skull, he fell onto the floor with hearts in his eyes and a dumb smile.

"[Name]! It feels like I'm about to ahH~, explode!" He whined, tears threatening to fall down. Soothing him by rubbing his back and giving praises that he's such a good boy and doing a good job. Soon, he came with a silent scream. He passed out on your lap as he snuggles on your shoulder.

// [I feel like he would say that since ahem....he doesn't know]

When he didn't get isekai into a universe of every version of himself: Scaramouche. He didn't know who you are, what you are but he didn't care. Until he felt like a familiar presence was there with him. He send it off as him being paranoid, but he always feels your presence. He was concerned at first but calmed down when he felt warmth and comfort from it. It actually....made him fall asleep. Seems like he's dreaming. 'Who's that?' He wonders as he sees the person near the cliff, sitting. He went closer until you turned around making him flinch. It...was..you? He finally remembers, there was a time where he didn't get a betrayal. He just....disappeared. he doesn't remember why or how. But....he misses you. He woke up as he touched his face. In many years, he was crying. Maybe later, when he becomes a God, he'll find you and make you his. He will never let you leave him, or let you go. Never again.

He had another dream of you. He wonders what's its gonna be like. He froze when you hold his hand and kissed him. You asked him for permission. He opened his mouth for access, letting you explore his mouth. His knees felt weak at that point until he woke up....with a boner/an aching feeling down there.

When he did get isekai: he was so fucking cunfused. Like where the fuck is he and why is there people that looks like him? When he finally understood the situation, he didn't care....well at least the burning fury when Wanderer puts up his middle finger without you looking as he hugged you. It's not like he's jealous! Impossible, your his anyways. Will and forever be. It's not like he wants your touch too....

He put out his frustration by thinking about you....wait what?! tch, no way he's in love with you. It's not like he's fingering himself and masterbating by the thought of you! [It can go both ways for both genders or any] "hnNghH~! Y- you pervert! I will— ahhH~" He's stumbling on his words, trying to not focus how good ur fucking him. Sending false threats as his mind get fuzzy. He's gripping the sheets underneath him, trying to not whine when you stopped kissing him... you've been edging him for hours! Begging you to let him cum as he tried getting closer to your touch. Hm....maybe you'll let him or maybe he can endure few more ♥︎

//

When he didn't get isekai into a universe of every version of himself: wanderer. He kept having dreams about you, didn't know why. He asked nahida about it, but seems like she only has information that your real and alive. That's all. He was cunfused. Aren't you dead already? [If you are he'll search everywhere to find your body and cradle it for eternity] even though he seems like he didn't care if you were alive or dead, deep inside, he was so...happy

He's dreaming about you again....he wonders what's different in this one. You pin him down softly, surprising him as he gasps and maybe even yelped. He felt your hands slithering under his shirt as he turned away, covering his mouth to not let unwanted noises come out. Ah...the dream ended. He was so glad today was the day he's left alone or he would've had some problems explaining why he has a boner/ why he's wet.

When he did get isekai: he would spend all of his time with you, also trying to protect you if any means of danger comes by. He would try to act as if he isn't clingy like kuni and Kabukimono. But he'll pout and glances at you every chance he gets. [He was very obvious]

He twitched, but ignoring the aching pain. He simply hugged you from the back and inhaled your scent. You thought it was wholesome and cute, although the humping wasn't un-noticed by you. "Wanna cum....please.." he squirmed as he felt your hands slithering around his waist, touching everywhere of his body. He was twitching/aching for the excitement of what you were gonna do. "Just...fuck me already!" Yeah...he should've not said that...

"NooOo more..~!", "too faaAst~!", "Please! I'm sensitive- hngh!" Oh well, he can handle being overstimulated and have wobbly legs the next day. Or even not walking.

//

At the end of the day, they're all sluts only for you. And will be only yours.

[sivseven]

housemates and some others

archons x gn reader [smau & hcs] (modern au)

[potential romantic: venti, zhongli, ei, furina, mavuika ft. neuvillette & scara // platonic: nahida]

Economy in Teyvat has recently been… less than stellar and you have had some certain huge adjustments. Mainly because when you accepted your work, you had to move to the city because that was where your place of work was located. Your line of work does not really want you flaking out on them, meaning you have to be close by when you are needed on certain emergencies.

And so, you had to look for listings on a living space. Most apartments were quite expensive, nothing your current savings could not handle… for like the first three months. But you had to scrap that, you’d rather not risk it, especially on possible medical emergencies that could put a dent on your bank savings.

But then, by some miracle, just a month before your new work starts, you found something relatively cheap — except the very reason why it is cheap is because the villa you will be living in will be shared with a couple of people around. Six to seven people, give or take. And that is not even including you.

You had decided to inquire, and to no one’s surprise, the owner accepts you after running a background check and getting your deposit. You’re already good to go and have been told that you won’t move in until a week later after the last few renovations are done.

You met with your landlord by then, and you are positively smitten — Mister Neuvillette is so nice and dreamy. You feel nothing but some intense catholic guilt for just imagining stupid things that involve him and you.

But this isn’t about you and him.

It’s about you and your really weird roommates.

VENTI

A musician, a composer, just an overall bonafide artist, some kind of member in an idol group that you may or may not be exposed to already — a soul like no other with one hell of a talent in drinking.

He once invited you to hang out with him on a patio, wanting your input for his new piece, you ended up drunk out of your mind with what you think to be the start of your liver problems and maybe the shortening of your lifespan.

Venti is terribly cryptic with his words and it takes every fiber of your being not to crack his skull open to just… understand what is going on with his mind. You tried deciphering most of the shit that he was saying to no avail.

He has a tendency to give you a quick ‘ehe ;P’ whenever he breaks your things, and he pays them eventually… in installments, one measly mora for each week, he tells you all the time about how he’s a starving artist with no mora to his name.

(He quite literally invited you and your other roommates to watch him perform a concert with his idol group, and you watched him get paid stacks for it — and of course, you made him buy you a new pair of headphones).

He owns a blue dragon he named Dvalin and it just floats around the tank like some washed up corpse. To this day, you don’t know if Dvalin is a plastic toy or an actual sea slug.

A huge troll — mostly to Zhongli, hassling him constantly about the ‘good old days’ and how Zhongli was so old and that he sure looks like it (probably from all his boring work, according to Venti).

One of the biggest shit talkers, but he is so cryptic about it that it takes a while for the target to understand, yes you have been on the receiving end at times but in good fun (like hiding his alcohol).

But he does shit talk anyone that does you wrong. Like any time you come to him just venting about this one person, he is quick to jump on your side and even quicker to say something so underhanded about that person that even you’re a little baffled. You and him are definitely a pair of gossip besties.

ZHONGLI

One of the more levelheaded residents in your little clubhouse arrangement. He is responsible, and extremely well put. He has the energy of either a good househusband or a grandpa, waiting for you with tea.

You got along fairly well, and you have unofficially promoted him as your encyclopedia since he seems to know so much, especially from his nation. A proud Liyuen through and through.

He has a regal aura around him, kind of like your landlord, but for some reason, you hardly see the both of them chatting or having tea. You once tried to set up an afternoon tea with him and Neuvillette, and both cancelled on you despite seemingly interested at first.

Come to think of it, you never once had him accompany you to Neuvillette’s office to pay rent — the rest always accompanies you, Furina and Nahida more often than the rest just to have some tea and chat with him. But Zhongli never did.

He is wise beyond his years, and has himself a job as a museum director. This man is a historian, you’re pretty sure with how much knowledge he has around the world. His room is always off-limits to Venti (which turns into your room becoming the drunk’s usual hangout spot that isn’t his room) because sometimes he takes home rare artifacts that could crumble into dust if anyone even dared breathing on it.

He has… odd friends. Really… really odd friends. You thought they were cold at first, but then you realized, the moment they started talking, they sound like regal idiots that are so awkward with talking, like they are not used to talking to people of your caliber (which is like… way below them).

A stickler for contracts, never did break them once. Any deal you make with him is written on paper. You still have a souvenir of a crude contact written in a Starbucks napkin.

Every time you guys go out, dinner is automatically on you. He always forgets his wallet at home that at this point, you consider giving him a chain for his wallet to not forget it.

He has a frog named Azhdaha and it hates you… and a bit of Zhongli too.

EI

Bless this woman. She is your purple wife, a hardcore recluse and gamer, going in her room for hours to just game. You’ve come to learn that Ei is a popular streamer and has once walked in on her doing so when you came to bring her dinner over.

You nearly got cancelled because apparently, her parasocial fans really dislike the idea of her having a possible caring partner that brings her food out of nowhere. They found your twitter quickly and some asshole was planning to dox you so they can hunt you down and punish you for stealing their ‘gamer wife’.

For some reason, even after that debacle, she makes you sit beside her at times during a stream and makes you ‘get along’ with her chat.

You nearly had a #[Name]IsOverParty a second time when you lightly directed her to the right direction when she was exploring the same game you were also playing just to help her, saying you were being condescending and that apparently it means you must not believe women can be gamers.

Ei cannot cook. It’s like her cooking just cannot exist in any type of universe. You were sure that if there was another universe where even she is an almighty ruler of a nation, she’d still be unable to cook.

You once made the mistake of asking her to cook you something when you were newly introduced in the house and she gave you the weirdest looking soba noodles. You swore it looked at you, but she had an expectant look on her face that you had no choice but to stomach it.

You and her are the epitome of the meme that goes like ‘x who just woke up at 2am’ 🤝 ‘y who is just about to sleep at 2am’.

Often these run ins turn into a 2am session of just binging shitty videos on the internet, or her trying to teach you the better builds for your Tarnished after you make yourself and her a bowl of instant ramen noodles.

She has a friend… Yae Miko, who is some… CEO of a publishing company. She terrifies you sometimes and you do not recommend being alone with the both of them, it is likely you will not survive for reasons… that are not to be disclosed.

NAHIDA

You were confused when you first met her. Actually, you even asked your other roommates if they also brought their kid. And everyone looked at you and said, “Oh yeah, that’s Nahida, don’t worry, she makes the best soup when you’re sick.”

And you were just genuinely perplexed about her existence. She is a literal child, but her mind transcends so much — you can even say it has a better mileage than Venti’s, but to be fair, he has borderline alcoholism to deteriorate his cognitive functions, so that probably wasn’t saying much.

She is the epitome of someone who either knows too much or knows too little and there is little space for the normal in between.

Also wise beyond her years… how many that may be. You wonder how she can pay for her rent or even afford to live without her parents… but apparently, it’s better that you know little about her origins, and that her family is with you and your other roommates (it was so hard not to melt at that).

So how can she pay for her share on the rent? She has a covert consultancy job in managing databases. For some reason, this kid is more tech savvy than you will ever be. Everyone comes to her to troubleshoot their phones and she is always happy to entertain them, provided that you let her make you try her candied al— akji… ajilenakh nuts. In all fairness though, they are pretty damn good.

Does she go to school? Technically? But she does it remotely, on her laptop, so there are hours within the day where the villa is so quiet just so Nahida can have her time with her, what you are sure, are university-level lessons.

She has a snake called Apep. It disappears from its cage randomly, and holy shit does it put everyone on edge. Everyone forgets Apep until she turns up three months later.

She has… a friend? No, a son (??), just… someone she supervises. And it’s the saltiest guy you’ve ever met. He’s an asshole but somehow you guys are casual friends that send each other the shittiest memes. He is… definitely well-connected. Nahida supervises him, he is in the same idol group with Venti and a companion of Zhongli’s (the emo one, you recall), and for some reason, he is tense and frosty around Ei.

You and her have tea parties together, with Furina usually and Zhongli. And she always accompanies you when it’s time to pay your monthly dues.

FURINA

Your darling wife in blue. She is actually also a popular figure in Teyvat. An opera singer who is constantly making the most groundbreaking performances in Teyvat. She is from Fontaine, so of course it is already very much expected.

For some reason, she is the only one with a discounted rent payment? Neuvillette permitted it, and when you asked him, he said he was looking after Furina and you just fell harder for the man.

Not going to lie, when you first met her, you were intimidated and a little standoffish. She was a star, a literal legend, a household name that even as someone who doesn’t dabble much in opera arts, you just… know her from the news.

But the moment you further got to know her, you had a cultural reset with how incredibly subdued and skittish Furina is. She is so easy to startle and extremely sensitive. You found out how much of a class act she is though.

The definition of healing her inner child. You walk into her room and you nearly got confused if it was Nahida’s or hers. But if not for the blue themed room, you’d have definitely mistaken her room for someone else’s. It wasn’t just… something you would ever expect from a star like her. Her room’s most distinct features were the four plushies that sat on her big queen bed.

A crab, a seahorse, an octopus, and a huge… thing. She said it was an Oceanid, made for her by the production that she starred a play in which was titled “The Little Oceanid”. You watch her snuggle with it when you would crash in her room just to give her some company.

She hates, hates, HATES, being alone. Not her thing. Not ever. You asked, and it was something about her being isolated for so many years despite the fact that she is a literal star. And because of that, your room gained a new tenant other than the alcoholic idol.

She has a close relationship with Neuvillette, hence the docked rent. They seem to go way back and she always joins you to his office when it’s time to pay rent. You once tried to ask her to put in a good word for you and she looked at you, offended, because she thought you and her were planning a long term cohabitation that was not at all discussed beforehand.

This goes without saying, but she invites everyone to her plays. Front row seats every time and it is just… magical every time she is out there, shining.

MAVUIKA

She is definitely the most normal roommate there is. But she’s also kind of popular? In a sense that she has a lot of connections. She has friends who are actually normal? People you can actually talk to?? No offense to Xianyun, Houzhang, and Jiehu.

Her friends come in to storm the villa every now and then. Your most memorable one was probably this Kinich guy and his rabid… dog, Ajaw. It tried to bite off any person that came close, and it won’t stop barking. Kinich calls Ajaw the yappatron and none dare contest such a name.

Other than in real life, Mavuika is also really popular online. Mostly because of her biker chick aesthetic. Apparently, the internet ate it up. How did they know? Ei posted a picture of Furina taking a selfie with her and Mavuika (and somehow your back was caught on the background picture too). Ever since then, her quiet 8k followers on Twitter and Insta blew up into a million followers.

The opposite of Zhongli. When you two go out together for dinner, it’s HER shout. It always is, somehow it evens it out, you’re not sure why. Of course, those dinners always involve you riding her bike with her.

You guys are the definition of bait. Absolute bait. You post each other on stories, which is just, hilarious because it leaves her fans always speculating. So far no one has decided on which one is it. Though in the end, as crazy as they are, you’re grateful Mavuika’s whipped fans aren’t really as terrifying as Ei’s. No one dared to cancel you and were just making some deranged comments of having a threesome with you and her. Well, now you’re not so sure which is worse.

There is an unoccupied room in the house, and Mavuika uses it for her home gym. She works out and you watch, but you always run away before she could drag you to join her. You tried, but her workouts are so intense, you’d literally rather have liver failure.

Undoubtedly one of the most caring roommate you’ve had the pleasure of living with. She is incredibly dependable and is just a warm blanket of a person. You once got sick and she’s there caring for you when Nahida is busy.

Mavuika is a street racer, and often wins it. You’re not really sure the ins and outs of it, but you’re pretty damn sure that she is, quite literally, loaded from winning those races.

You ask her why she’s still living with you all if she’s already loaded, she only shrugged and dragged you to her room, never to be seen again.

extras:

NEUVILLETTE

SCARAMOUCHE

[simonisferal]

somebody’s watching me — ghostface scaramouche x gn reader

warnings: stalking, nothing really happens ^^, small cliffhanger, mainly just dialogue tbh,

notes: i’ve never watched scream so im just going off of my dick and youtube summarys😭

the thirty-first of october was never a big deal to you. it just meant that more people would be wearing masks and others slutty cat costumes that showed more skin that you’d like.

kids would ring your door bell and even occasionally ding-dong-ditch your property, thinking it was funny.

as much as you’d enjoy the holiday in the comfort of your own home, your roommate was rather keen of going to a costume party that won’t be over till five in the morning—meaning: you’ll be home alone for the whole night.

that’s not a bad idea, right?

they left earlier than you’d like, around four in the afternoon to help set up some things. you didn’t really care—it just gave you more freedom, even thought you’ll probably just coop yourself in your room.

downstairs, in the kitchen, you had the liberty of foraging through the fridge to make yourself something. it hadn’t even been a few hours but you felt a little bit sceptic.

what type of party needs to be prepared for at four? maybe a big one, you reason, but the aching feeling didn’t leave. you’re going crazy.

you sigh, closing the fridge. there’s nothing good in there—let alone still fresh. the snacks in the pantry sound so good right now…

but before you could even glance over to the snacks, the phone rang. it wasn’t yours; it was a house-phone, built with the wires of your shared home.

you usually ignored calls but with the growing suspicion in your mind, you cautiously picked it up.

on the other line, at first, was only heavy breathing. it made you cringe just a tad bit. it was low and disturbing and you had the urge to just hang up right then, right there.

but you didn’t and then, “hey, y/n.”

you pause. you didn’t know the person but they knew you. it was… offputting, to say the least.

”hey….” ignoring the voice crack, you continue. “do i know you?”

there was an awkward silence and you subconsciously leaned in closer to hear better. the voice spoke once more, “maybe you do, maybe you don’t.” that’s so helpful.

you roll your eyes. ”that’s not creepy at all.” you considered hanging up, but what else did you have left to do in the house? you would’ve just been stuck there, alone.

the person on the phone spoke again, their voice hitching a bit—they might be using a voice-changer. “wanna take a guess?”

"do i want to take a guess at a rando calling me on halloween?" you lean on the wall, your boredom tempting you to play with the phone string.

there was another silence over the phone before a small laugh come out. it sounded slightly forced, like it was awkward.

"you didn't answer my question. come on—guess." their voice was eager, like a small child who just asked you 'guess what' with the biggest grin on their faces.

"i don't know—why don't you give me a hint?"

"but where's the fun in that? come on," they edged you on, "i'll give you three tries."

they wasn't taking no for an answer.

it was truly a dumb idea to stay on the line with them—they weren't even telling you their name. "fine," you submit to the 'game' they were playing.

"are you a certain ginger?"

"ajax? oh please... guess again." they knew one of your close friends, which now that you think about it, isn't a really hard thing to know.

"yelan?" it could be, but then again would she really waster her time with this? the answer wasn't definite, so it'd be best to get it out of the way.

"pulling out the big guns, huh?" they teased. their voice grew a tiny bit louder, as if they were pulling the phone closer to themselves, and it rang with a small echo as they spoke. "one try left, sweetie. make it count."

you scoff, a slight feeling of perception getting to you. the house felt cold and the phone felt like a bright fire, burning you but you couldn't pull away. "can you give me a hint? i'm working with nothing."

there was a pause over the phone. their breath stopped before it was wheezed out into a laugh.

"you can't figure it out? you're pulling my leg here..!"

you shouldn't be too stressed out over this. the mere conversation barely had lasted minutes but it had felt likes hours by now. you gulp and, with sweaty hands, grab the phone tighter against your ear. the feeling your being watched only increases and your eyes start darting places you'd never really consider suspicious.

the windows were faintly open but you could still see out of them. the front door didn't have a blind or curtain drooped over it so the view was certain. even the small gap in your floorboards felt nauseating.

"come on. give me a hint or i'll hang up." you threaten.

they were quick. "don't hang up."

"why not?"

an eerie silence came. not a slight hitch, no heavy breathing, no wheezed out voices.

the wind began to breeze, as if it knew you were terrified. the bushes shook and the trees grew faintly touched by it.

"what's your favorite scary movie?" as if you weren't scared enough, they had to ask that.

you shuddered. you pressed your back against the wall, hesitantly responding in a rushed whisper. "why do you ask?"

"it feels like i should ask." they chimed. "this probably feels like a horrir movie to you, eh?" there was a tiny chuckle at the end of their sentence which only made you scoff.

the voice over the phone continued. "you get a phone call from an unknown number, you pick up and it turns out to be a random person asking you questions. they start getting a little too personal and—well, you can see where i'm going with this."

you scoff, trying to maintain a look of confidence like you're not scared shitless. "that only happens in movies."

a pause was quick to come, again, before they talked. the playful and eager tone was gone, now just a taint of irritation and boredom. "does it, now?

look to the right."

your breath hitches. your back subconsciously tried to push your further against the wooden walls, trying to sink and hide from whatever was there. "i don't want to."

"i'm not asking."

"m-make me." you stutter out. it was definitely a bad idea to say that, but you didn't dwell on it for too long as they—or he, now spoke.

the voice changer was off, no—it wasn't coming from the phone. it was from your porch. the door was locked but he still had the decency to knock.

he seemed to ignore your indecent comment. "i'm gonna ask you again. you wanna take a guess at who i am before—eh, that'll spoil things..." he scoffed shortly after, a small shadow showing his motion from the late sun's set.

his voice was clear now and it was terrifying. how couldn't you have guessed was beyond your biggest problem.

"...scara. that's...you, isn't it."

"took you long enough, but i'm not one to hold grudges. just open the door and we'll talk." his tone was shallow. the words echoed in your ears like he was everywhere yet nowhere at the same time. just how crazy is he?

"leave me alone, scara. i don't want to talk." your hands slipped away from the phone, letting it sway in the air and taking a small step back. you might've forgotten he could see you—"y/n. where do you think you're going?

surely you're not running from me. come on, we're such old friends! you can't leave me hanging now."

his voice grew more impatient at your ignorance.

"y/n, come on! you can't run or hide from me. i know where to look. open the damn door or i'll force myself in there."

he scoffs, loud enough for you, wherever you are, to hear.

"shit—y/n, you bitch. i'm finding you one way or a-fucking-nother." he fiddles with the front door's doorknob. it was scrambled by the aggressive pounding on your door.

it was loud but you doubted your neighbors, gone for trick or treating in the richer neighborhoods, heard it. you were alone.

the voice didn't stop, only seemingly getting louder and louder. the knocks turned into bashes of force you would assume came from slamming his head against the wood. too much was happening and your heart didn't stop racing.

questions filled your mind as to why he was there.

why?!

surely what you did wasn't that bad! it was a prank, a silly old prank.

anyone could've pulled it—everyone else did do it, so why were you so different?!

why were you, maybe even, first?!

it startled you, every pulse, every kick, every scream, every echo, every slam, every fucking little sound he made unti it stopped.

it finally stopped.

you were okay.

he was gone.

he gave up.

he quit.

you're not in danger anymore.

you're safe to come out now. he won't hurt you.

the faint footsteps you heard back away from the carpeted floors only fueled your thinking. the floorboards creaked as you slightly shifted, even more as he walked off.

your breath was unnecessarily heavier now, even though you'd managed to calm down. the faint voices in your mind, repeating his words, only grew stronger.

the footsteps from the carpeted floor grew louder and louder, so had the breathing you figured out wasn't even your own, and the voices in your head weren't from your head.

they stopped soon enough, only leaving an echo from where you were hiding.

"you should've chosen a better hiding spot. remember those words?

you thought it was hilarious to watch me suffer, didn't you?"

the creaking and the silence stomps grew louder. the breathing was quieter as if trying to scare you more than you were already.

"too bad, you're as easy to stalk as you are easy to read. maybe we could've talk if you had answered the door."