#and the less excited I was for scara.

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✧ quality time.

he wants nothing more than to spend time with you, to smell the sweet fragrance of your perfume as it dances in the gentle breeze. he wants to watch as your hair flows gently, each strand delicately swaying back and forth, as if to mimic the way he swings his arms when his hand is holding yours. just being around you gets him all excited, though you'll never catch him actually admitting it. he has countless photos of the two of you together, each one connected with a memory that will stay with him forever. he often finds himself looking over them late at night when he's missing you, wishing you were there to hold him, or tell him about your interests, even sitting in silence would suffice. he just wants to be with you, whether that be studying, sleeping, reading, shopping, eating - he doesn't care, he'll do anything as long as it's with you..

xiao, alhaitham, aether, heizou, wriothesley + your favs

✧ gift giving.

it's almost like routine. at least once a fortnight, he comes knocking on your door with some sort of gift, stops you in the corridor with a bag full of goodies, or has a huge bouquet of your favourite flowers delivered straight to your front door when he's unable to come see you. he goes through a lot of trouble behind the scenes to get these things together for you, but it's all worth it when he sees that pretty smile light up your face, eyes glistening with pure excitement as you see whatever he's prepared for you. his eyes, on the other hand, are full of love as he sees the outcome of his hard work; your happiness is of utmost importance to him. the gifts he gives come in all different shapes and sizes, anything from a snack you'd said you'd been craving to a ridiculously expensive piece of jewellery, but you know that no matter what it is, he put so much thought and care into picking it out for you; that's what mattered to you most. even if he didn't shower you in his love this way, you wouldn't love him any less - of course you wouldn't. you care about him, not the things he gives you (though you really do appreciate them). he loves you more than words can say, and this is his way of showing it.

zhongli, ayato, albedo, neuvillette + your favs

✧ physical touch.

he's all over you. from the second you wake up to the moment you drift off to sleep. 24/7. he just can't get enough. he's practically addicted to your warmth, the softness of your skin, scars and all. it no longer comes as a surprise when you feel his arms snake around your waist from behind, or even when he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, his hair tickling your cheek as he moulds around your figure. he can't seem to stay away from you. the second he hears your voice, or the mention of your name, even your footsteps (yes, he knows), he comes rushing over, immediately insisting on intertwining his fingers with yours. your contact is replenishing to him. no matter how tired he is or how many hardships he had to face that day, feeling you run your hands up and down his back or cup his cheeks, his mood is immediately uplifted.

itto, childe, diluc, tighnari, kaeya, kaveh + your favs

✧ words of affirmation.

"i love you" "i love you" "i love you" it's constant, over and over and over. he repeats it a thousand times, as if it's an ancient incantation, but he still doesn't think it's enough. he just wants you to know how perfect you are, how beautiful you are, how easy to love you are; he wants you to see yourself the way he sees you. he's desperate to talk about you, to tell someone how much he loves you, and who else would he tell than the person he trusts most? and so, when the two of you are finally snuggled up close, he'll whisper in your ear the most poetic words you've ever heard, trying his best to capture your essence, though to him, it always feels just out of reach. he knows he'll never be able to truly explain how he feels about you, because there are no words for that feeling he gets in his heart when he hears your voice, or lays his eyes on you, let alone thinks about you. he recites your own stories and little habits back to you as if you're a complete stranger to yourself, and honestly, you can't help but find it endearing. he loves you so much, and he always knows the perfect things to say to see that smile he treasures deep in his heart.

kazuha, xingqiu, zhongli, venti, neuvillette + your favs

✧ acts of service.

sure, he may not be so good with words, but not to worry, he makes up for it one way or another. it's the little things for him. every morning without fail, he'll pack your lunch and leave it on the kitchen counter for you, a little memo hidden inside signed off with his initials and a small doodle, as always. he'll iron your clothes and hang them in your wardrobe, all neat and tidy for when you get dressed the next day. he'll get up 15 minutes earlier than when you usually arise, cooking breakfast for you and letting the scent of crisp bacon waft into the bedroom and wake you from your slumber. he'll do anything for you, big or small; he just wants to make sure you know how much he loves you.

scara, thoma, alhaitham, diluc + your favs

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[r0ttenhearts]

never made it

scaramouche x long distance! reader

sypnosis: the distance between you and scaramouche weighs heavily on your relationship

warnings: angst, no comfort, arguments; fuckboy scara, suggestive themes mentioned

graduation day. the day scaramouche looked forward to since his first year, working tirelessly to earn his degree from vahumana. with his diploma in hand, he stepped outside, his thumb hovering over the small call icon on his phone. he had one person in mind to tell about his big day; you.

you had known scaramouche since his days in secondary school. as much as he had hated to admit it at the time, he was fond of you. he never admitted it out loud to you until your freshman year of high school.

naive and young, you both loved each other with all you could give.

that was until your senior year. you had different dreams that resulted in scaramouche applying to a university on the other side of teyvat. you were understanding, not wanting to hold him back from his dreams. so you made a promise. a promise to stay together and reunite once you both completed college. you would give the long distance thing a try.

scaramouche tapped on the call button next to your contact, fingers nervously tapping on the paper he held in his grip.

“scara?” your voice it’s usual gentle tone you held when addressing scaramouche.

“i finally graduated.”

he paused, noticing your silence on the other line.

“i can come home now.” he spoke gently into his phone.

“that’s great scara. im happy for you.” you seemed off to him. he thought you’d be more excited for the news that he’d be returning home to you, but you sounded indifferent.

“yeah, i can come home now and get back to you and all the things i missed out on.” he smiled at the thought, being back home with you and the country he had known his whole life.

“what do you mean, get back to me?”

“you know, get to be together again. but in person, no more facetime calls.” he nervously laughed.

“you left me seven months ago scara.”

“what’re you talking about. (y/n)?” scaramouche no longer felt at ease from when he had first started the call.

“you left me for the girl from the rtawahist darsha.”

“that’s not funny, (y/n). cut the bullshit; i wouldn’t do that. not so close to grad.”

“but you did scara.”

he heard you sigh on the other side of the line.

“this isn’t real.”

“what do you mean it isn’t? im talking to you right now.”

“we stopped talking completely when you left me. you cheated and cut me off completely.”

“i wouldn’t do that to you, (y/n). this isn’t fucking funny.” his heart was racing, voice raised to almost a shout.

“why don’t you ask haypasia then?” you spoke coldly now, the gentle tone you held was now gone.

that’s right, he had almost forgotten. admist the four years scaramouche had been away at college, he had grown bored of you. he no longer wanted to read words on a screen or see you through his phone screen. it wasn’t enough.

he had grown pent up from not touching a girl, or rather you, for over three years.

so he decided to do something about it. he wouldn’t let you hold him back. what did it matter if you were in a relationship but halfway across teyvat?

scaramouche had little to no trouble getting haypasia to go out with him. he had been partners with her over a collaborative assignment their houses had partnered up for and could tell just how infatuated she was with him.

he didn’t regret it when he invited her back to his dorm room, or when he would hold her in his arms, your calls and messages left on delivered.

as much as he enjoyed the time with haypasia, he still had one thing to take care of. you. your calls and messages would be sent more often now, your worry and concern only irked him more and more whenever he would think about you.

you were worried something terrible had happened to him as he would reply less and less to your messages, your friday night facetime dates now going missed. you were worried for him, but he was so vague and so cold. but you loved him. so you stayed.

so for your birthday he gave you the best gift he could think of.

the truth.

he broke the news to you on the phone. he had found someone else, someone better.

“i just can’t do the distance anymore.” he irritably sighed. he could hear you breaking with every word, shaking breath, and long pauses inbetween every word you spoke.

“you should have told me. i would have applied to the akademiya with you scara. you promised me. you promised you’d try and make this work.”

“yeah, well, i lied. im a guy, i have needs. i can’t get off to pictures of you anymore, i need the real thing.”

“you’re so selfish scaramouche.” you spat into the phone.

he scoffed from hearing his full name in your voice. “oh is (y/n) big and bad now? think that hurts me? well it doesn’t. i just needed to end this so i can make things official with her.”

“did it really mean nothing to you?” you spoke quietly now, your heart was torn to a million pieces. but he didn’t care.

“yes.”

“okay. goodbye scaramouche.”

before he could speak another word you hung up. he would later find out you had blocked him on everything. there was no way for him to contact you. and he was okay with that. he had a new future ahead of him with a new girl. he didn’t need to spend time worrying about what could have been with his ex.

he didn’t expect to miss you, he was fine ignoring your messages and calls before but, this was different.

the silence on his phone seemed unusual. normally he would swipe past his notifications of you from the top of his screen. but now he wouldn’t get any notifications, besides the occasional email or announcement from the akademiya.

the uneasy feeling in his chest only seemed to grow day by day until graduation day. he only had been looking forward to it just so he could get back to you. but with you gone now, what had he been waiting for?

“your” dry laugh echoed through his phone speaker, interrupting his thoughts.

“you see? it’s over, scaramouche.”

“don’t call me that, (y/n).” he grit his teeth.

“just like you wanted.” you whispered before the call ended.

he fumbled for his phone, typing out a message to your contact, only for it to go undelivered.

“are you alright?”

scaramouche’s head shot up from the sound of haypasia’s voice. she stood in her graduation robes, a look of concern etched on her face as she walked to scaramouche.

pressing a cold hand to scaramouche’s forehead, she led him back into the ceremony hall. “i was so worried about you! i was looking for you everywhere…”

her voice trailed off in his mind. he didn’t care to pay attention to her now. all he could think about was the phone he held in his hand, a phone you had blocked all contact from. your decision that he had chose for himself.

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Thank you @swivy123 for the request!! I hope you enjoy!! Normally I prefer up to 5 characters! A couple less or more is okay though! Some of them are a bit short though...<3

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{༻~Hybrid reader~༺}

CW: fluffy!, Reader has ears and a tail! (Pet names: Lyney: Mon chérie, my sweet, Kazuha: My dear, Venti: Beautiful)

(Includes: Lyney, Tighnari, Xiao, Kazuha, Venti, Scaramouche, and Cyno!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Your tail wagged back and forth with excitement, Lyneys top hat visible in the distance, bobbing slightly with every one of his steps and growing steadily closer as he made his way to you. Your body wiggled impatiently, you just missed him so much and you couldn't wait to see him again! He probably had so much to tell you, so many new magic tricks to share and you had requested he bring you a treat back...

"Forget it!" You bounced happily to him, unable to wait even a second longer and he didn't seem to mind, pulling you close and showering your face with kisses while you hummed in delight. "Mon chérie! I missed you so much, but alas it was worth it! I have a gift for you my sweet~" You gasped cutely, your cheeks blushing a light pink when he tipped his hat off his head, inside a bouquet of exotic flowers that smelled so heavenly and a box of treats for you to enjoy.

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Tighnaris tail swayed in sync with yours, the two of you embracing eachother after what felt like eons away from eachother, you couldn't even begin to explain everything that had happened and ask everything you wanted to know about his trip, so you simply settled on what you were feeling, "I missed you."

"I'd hope so."

"Tighnari!"

𑁍༄Xiao:

You squealed happily as Xiaos strong arms wrapped around you tightly from behind, his ability to randomly appear no longer a jumpscare but a welcomed surprised and as he kissed the top of your head, your fluffy ears flattening to give him room, you honestly wish he'd do so more often. "Xiao you should appear more often."

"...it doesn't frighten you anymore?"

"It was never truly scary Xiao! I just wasn't used to it. Now I am though and I want you to appear whenever you like." You turned around, smiling at his flustered expression, your tail swaying with love for him while you kissed his cheek.

𑁍༄Kazuha:

You held your tail in your hands, trying to stop it's insistent wagging to no avail, you were just overfilled with love and seeing Kazuha walk up to you with that sweet dazed face of his wasn't calming your animal features by any means.

"Hello my dear, missed me?"

"More than you could even imagine..."

𑁍༄Venti:

"Venti!!!" You called out, wrapping your arms around the bard while he chuckled in response, his laughs like a sweet melody that had you blushing and your tail wagging wildly. "I missed you too beautiful, you and your adorable little ears!" Venti touched your ears gently, making your cheeks go red and your heart skip a beat.

𑁍༄Scaramouche:

Scaramouche sighed as you jumped onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist and knocking his hat right off his head when you kissed his cheek, you just couldn't help it, you missed him! Your tail flicked around with excitement when he kissed your lips, not saying a word about missing you and yet...you knew he did, "Scara! How did your trip go? You didn't get hurt anywhere right?"

"To many questions...no I didn't get hurt and yes it was fine, it was a break from your overwhelming excitement..."

"Awwe you no you don't mean that! I think you like my excitement!"

"...whatever"

𑁍༄Cyno:

You snuggled your face into the crook of Cynos neck, his lips resting against your forehead as he placed multiple soft kisses against your skin, your heart to racing faster and faster with each one. Your ears twitched in delight, matching the crazed movements of your tail...it was just all so perfect.

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[rillian4e]

Scara reacting to his s/o getting one of those womb/succubus tattoos?

Just them wearing more revealing clothes to show off the tattoo and to taunt him >.<

Scenario please!

You want it, you get it, anon

nsfw, fem!reader, degradation, sub!reader, teasing, dom!scaramouche, possessive scara, not proof read.

It was just another day where Scaramouche and you were supposed to go on a little date, you were feeling very excited as you recently got a succubus tattoo on your womb and you haven't told Scaramouche about it, wanting it to be a surprise. You purposely wore a small top which showed the tattoo perfectly off, it matched very well with the tattoo and looked adorable. As you headed out and smiled when you saw Scaramouche, you could see the slight surprise in his eyes, looking over at your stomach.

"What's this?" He asked, confused on why you got a tattoo like that, his reaction made you think he wasn't fond of the tattoo, "Do you not like it...? It's rather popular nowadays, and it looks pretty, right?" you shrugged your shoulders, smiling mischievously, you knew it looked good, a few guys had already complimented you on it after all.

"hmph, it's not my thing but whatever. Let's go already." taking your hand in his, he lead you to a shopping store, you two had already planned to go and buy some bathing suits, it has been getting hotter and that is the perfect time to go to the beach.

Despite him having acted as if he wasn't interested and didn't care, the tips of his ears were red, how could he have not liked it? He didn't think you could have gotten more attractive than you already were but this womb tattoo would be the death of him. He found tattoos attractive, and that specific tattoo on his pretty girlfriend's body? It was making him feral.

When you arrived, Scaramouche sat down in a nearby chair, telling you to go and pick some bathing suits while he waited—after picking several bathing suits, you went in the dressing room, Scaramouche coming inside with you which you found unexpected of him, he already had an excuse saying how "Why would I stay there? Too many lousy people, it's more quiet here." you just rolled your eyes at him, knowing he wanted to see you change. When you finally tried on a bathing suit, a pretty purple one which showed off the tattoo, you had purposely picked that one, the bathing suit matched the design of it, Scaramouche couldn't keep his eyes off you, he felt reluctant on whether you should wear that to the beach, he didn't want another man looking at your body, it would make his blood boil. "Does it look good? Hey, don't space out!" at your words, he was back to reality and nodded.

"Uh, yeah. Looks good, but you're either doing this intentionally or are just an idiot. Either way, I'm done with this." was what he said before he pinned you against the wall of the dressing room, his lips biting down onto your neck harshly. A leg pressed against your crotch, "You thought I didn't know, hm? Getting this tattoo just to rile me up? I guess, I shouldn't have expected any less from a whore like you." he whispered in your ear, making you shiver, yes, this is what you wanted, you were already wet from his mere words but you couldn't forget that you were in the dressing room where there were people outside! "Not here, Scara... There's people outside, what if they hear?" that was something you did not want, especially having to go and then buy the bathing suit and have the lady at the front desk look at you two weirdly... "oh my, acting so shy now? It's a shame, though. I'm not going easy on you this time." hearing his chuckle, you knew that there will be no escape from this humiliating experience.

And so, you found yourself pressed against the wall, his cock hitting against your sweet spot with your hand clamped against your mouth, you were sure someone would hear but right now, you couldn't worry about that, only thoughts of Scaramouche fucking into you inside your head. His lips fervently chasing yours, exchanging passionate, messy and wet kisses. One thing was for sure, he liked the tattoo.

After your little session, you two exited the dressing room, your hair slightly disheveled and clothes a mess with Scaramouche leading you to the register with a proud smirk on his face, the lady at the register looked at the two of you as expected but Scaramouche only shot her a glare and then you two went home where he took his sweet time enjoying you for himself.

[hexofvex]

Jealousy headcanons with my Anemo favs ft. Gender Neutral!Reader

Characters: Wanderer, Xiao and Kazuha

CW: jealous behaviour (especially worse in Scara's), a bit of swearing

Total WC: 1348 words

A/N: Switching it up a bit until I get a good one-shot idea. I'm kind of using the idea of the nations having their own languages plus a common language in Kazuha's. Also I'm sorry Kazuha's is shorter I hope you enjoy it tho <3 and as always feedback is appreaciated!

Kazuha

Kazuha is the least jealous out of these three

He's rarely ever jealous if anything

He's very confident in the stability of your relationship

However, when he gets jealous, it's directed at the outsider, he's more annoyed than anything

Would probably just intrerrupt the conversation to place a kiss on your cheek (yk to show the person in question that they don't have a chance)

You'd obviously notice his that his atitude is a bit more cheeky than usual tho

And you'd be a tad bit surprised, because you didn't really expect something like this out of him

Kazuha was not the type to get irritated easily.

But as he watches the owner of dango stall flirt with you (shamelessly, I might add), he feels his jaw tensing up. Honestly, why were they dragging this out so much? He'd been so excited to show you around Inazuma City, and for the last fifteen minutes you were stuck at the dango stall.

Of course, you had no way of knowing what the seller was saying because of the specific expressions they were using, but he understood all too well. You were nodding your head politely, with a smile that looked more pained by each minute that passed.

When he's had enough, he walks over to the stall. "My love?"

You turn to face him, and he leans over to place a soft kiss on your cheek. "We need to leave."

You try to hide the wave of relief that washes over your face, as Kazuha explains something to the vendor. When they realise the context of your relationship, their attitude changes as embarrassment blooms in their expression, and Kazuha can't deny the exquisite satisfaction he feels at the sight.

"What did you tell them?" you ask, as the two of you continue your walk through the city.

"That we are two travelers that need to get back to Ritou, to catch our ship."

Not exactly a lie. Maybe except for the fact that the Alcor leaves in three days.

"Thanks for the save." Your lips curl up into a smirk. "Was kissing me a core part of the plan?"

Kazuha smiles, the kind of radiant smile that is more than enough to give you butterflies.

"Sorry, my dear. But if you knew the things they said to you...I just couldn't help myself."

Xiao

Very jealous, but tries his best to hide it

He thinks it's embaressing, how can an adeptus feel things such as jealousy

He also feels guilty and criticizes himself for not trusting you through and through

He knows, at a rational level, that you love him, so why is it that he feels like this?

(Un)fortunately for him, he can't hide shit from you emotion wise

Xiao felt like his head was underwater, barely registering what you were saying.

You had just returned from a comission which you had taken together with another adventurer. You were just telling him how glad you were that you ended up with a partner that could carry their own.

Someone that feels like an actual partner.

That's what you said, and although he knew it wasn't that kind of partner, he couldn't stop the thoughts from flooding into his brain. Would you need him anymore? He was so complicated and hard to handle, especially when karmic debt was taking a toll on him, it wouldn't be hard for you to find someone less exhausting-

"Xiao?"

The adeptus returns to the present, broken out by your voice. You're standing in front of him, puzzled look on your face.

"Did you zone out?"

Xiao swallows. "No. I was listening."

You frown. "What was I saying?"

"You were talking about the stone slates."

"I was, five minutes ago." You face softens as you take a few steps closer to him. "Xiao? Love, are you sure you're alright? Did something happen while I was gone? Is it the karmic debt? I'll go to the harbour right away to bring more medicine if you need it-"

"No. You don't need to worry, this is no matter. Continue your story...about...your friend." He curses himself for the way his voice cracks on the word friend. And of course, you notice, and your expression shifts to a lesser degree of worry.

"Are you jealous?"

"That is beaneath adepti-"

"It's fine if you are, you know. I mean, not fine for you, but, you don't need to feel embaressed about it. It's just how feelings are sometimes. You know I'd never actually...you know..."

His eyes widen. "No, of course not! I- Forgive me." He takes a deep breath. "I do not know what to do about it, you know this is all very new to me."

"Well,I guess I just have to show you until we crush every shadow of doubt." You cup his face and slowly press your lips to his. It's a simple kiss, but you make sure it communicates your feelings.

"A little better?" You ask after you pull away.

"Yes," he replies and pulls you in again.

Wanderer

Literally unbearable

Y'all know that meme that goes "You're the most jealous man I've ever known." "You know other men?"

Yeah that's him, but he does that with everyone

His abandonment issues are big as hell, it was kind of to be expected.

Unlike Xiao, he doesn't even try to hide his jealousy

The type of person to wake you up in the middle of the night to ask if you really love him

The fact that you're with his insufferable ass should be proof enough

You're sitting in your room, enjoying a book, drinking your tea, until you feel a disturbance in the force, when you hear the door to your house getting slammed.

And before you even get to process what's going on, said disturbance walks in your room.

"Who was that turnip head that was flirting with you earlier today?"

You close your book, put down your cup and lean back in your chair, crossing your hands.

"What?"

"About 10 A.M., in front of the Akademiya."

"Ah. That was a colleague. And they're taken, in case that helps ease your mind."

"Good."

"You know, have you ever considered that perhaps I'm not looking to cheat on you at every corner?"

Noticing the hurt tone of your voice, he backs off and the anger fades from his face.

"I might have acted too brashly."

"You think?" You leave your book and cup of tea abandoned on the table as you head towards the door. You stop and turn your head to face him. "I won't betray you, Kunikuzushi. You should know I wouldn't do that."

"I know that."

"Then what's the problem!?"

He sighs and avoids your gaze.

"I am. The more time I spend in your presence the deeper I fall. It is only natural that I wish to preserve this partnership of ours. Does that make sense to you, [Name]?"

Although you're familiar with his straightforwardness, such an admission still delivers a bit of shock.

"It does. Because I want the same thing."

You step closer to him and turn his head so he's facing you.

"You don't need to do all this. I love you, that's the whole reason why I'm with you. If you'd see things from my perspective, you'd never have these thoughts again."

He's silent for a moment, until he grabs your hand and squeezes it.

"I will make attempts to get rid of this. Because I want to believe in your love. Are you willing to believe in mine?"

You laugh. "What kind of question is that? Of course I am. Why do you think I'm still here?"

"It might not go perfectly on the first try, you know."

"I'm alright with that. Just try. You can do that for me."

He lets go of your hand and goes to cup your face, bringing it so close to his that your noses are touching, and you can see the swirls of fiery determination in his eyes.

"I cannot know the results, but I could attempt anything for you."

[varianrambles]

❥𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘕𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 ༊*·˚

Pairing- Scaramouche x Reader

Synopsis - Going on a late night walk with Scaramouche ends up in an injury, but don't you worry your pretty little head about it. Nurse Scara is here to kiss your pain and embarrassment away!

Warnings- Vague descriptions on blood/an injury, modern au, cursing, Scaramouche

Authors note- Dearest apologies for the 2 month hiatus chat. Still learning to write a bit ദ്ദി(˶‾᷄ᗜ‾᷅˵ ᵕ) apologies if Scara is a bit ooc , I TRIED MY BESTT

–wc: 1.1k

It was supposed to be a regular walk through the park with scaramouche, but of course it's never really that simple with you, is it?

Late one night, the children had gone home and the old street lights had flickered on, you and Scaramouche had decided to go on a walk through the neighborhood park. The walk had been fairly normal, the both of you had walked hand in hand, talking idly about whatever came to mind in the moment. That was until you spotted the old children's playground. It was dimly lit by the old and barley functioning street nights, and you could see the leaves, dirt, water, and mud that had gathered at the end of the obnoxiously yellow slide.

The playground itself was pretty sad, if you're being honest. Consisting of a singular slide, and monkey bars that led to the swing set that consisted of literally two swings. If you were a kid and THIS is were your parents told you to play on, you'd ask to go back home. But then again the nostalgia from seeing a children's playground was obviously too much for you.

Now obviously, as any rational adult would do, you squeezed scaramouches hand tighter, swinging it upwards as you held your hands to your chest and jumped in excitement. "Look Scara! A playground!" You squealed out. "What about it?" He asked clearly confused as to why a grown adult would care about a depressing children's playground. "Wouldn't it be fun to go have fun on it? You know, relive the childhood memories and such." He looked at you with a puzzled expression for a moment before sighing, his breath visible in the cold weather before replying. "It's only you who can turn dumb shit like this into something sentimental I swear." You ignored his as you said "Oh cmon' , It'll be fun to play on a playground like kids again!"

Paying no regard to the annoyed grunt he gave as you dragged him over, eventually letting go of his hand and jumping onto the monkey bars, although it didn't work as well as you had planned considering it was made for 5-12 year olds. You decided you were fine with holding onto the bars and swinging while bending your legs to avoid them touching the ground. As Scaramouche walked over you could see a pout present on his doll like features, as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "You aren't actually going to play like a child here are you? I mean if you're gunna do this at least pick a good playground" He said, with an eye roll. "What?! C'mon theres plenty of stuff to do here" You said, drawing out the 'A' in What. "Like the swings! C'mere!" You said again dropping from the money bars and walking over to the swings.

Scaramouche followed behind you, albeit a little less excited to go on the swings. By the time he reached the swings you were already in a swing, beginning to swing back and forth already. "Swing with me Scara!" You Chirped. Silently and surprisingly with no witty comment or insult, Scaramouche sat in the swing next to you. Though he wasn't swinging all over the place like you were, he looked content simply sitting in one. "Im gunna jump!" You said, remembering the days when you would jump of the swings as a kid. I mean if you could do it at Seven, it cant be that hard! "I would tell you thats a bad idea, but you wont listen so, good luck i guess." Rolling your eyes at him you focused on building up some momentum, making sure nothing was in your way, and then you jumped.

And damn was it a mistake, You landed on your feet like you planned but unfortunately your ankle didn't get the memo to straighten before you hit the floor, causing to to fall face first into the hard, cold, and unforgiving mulch. It hurt, a lot. For a moment you sat there unmoving out of pure embarrassment, i mean how could you possibly face the world after so confidently face planting into the ground? Though it felt like forever, you knew it was only a few seconds before Scaramouche was at your side.

Helping you up off the ground, he helped you limo over to a nearby bench, it was a little damp due to the mildew of the night, but that wasn't the biggest concern at the moment. Assessing the damage Scaramouche noticed the bleeding scrapes on your knees and cheeks mainly, though there were smaller scratches though they weren't as serious. Scaramouche opened his bag and pulled out some alcohol wipes and band-aids he always carried with him, unfortunately this sort of thing was a common occurrence, he'd learned to be prepared. Sitting in silence, Scaramouche began to treat your wounds, "Hold on to my arm if it stings." he said, while beginning to wipe at the bleeding scratches on your knees. Oh and damn did that shit burn, you squeezed onto his arm, hissing a bit before he moved onto your cheeks, grabbing a new wipe and repeating the process.

He grabbed the box of band-aids and began to take a few out to put on tour injures. "Are those fucking Sofia the first band-aids? Of all the band-aids in the store those are what you choose?" You questioned a slight giggle at the end. "Instead of mocking my band-aid choices let's talk about your poor life ones, yeah? Where did you go wrong, getting your ass kicked by a barely standing swing and some mulch" You were silent after that.

As he placed the last Sofia the first band-aid your cheek, he leaned down and gave you a kiss on the lips, a quick kiss but a kiss nonetheless. Suddenly it was like you had drunk the sacred blood of god or something because that kiss had you feeling better in seconds, smiling and kicking your feet. "Be more careful, [name] seriously. How do you not get tired of tripping and falling all the time?" Scaramouche said, in a teasing tone. You could practically hear the smirk in his face as he pulled you off the bench, Letting you lean your weight on him for the walk back to your shared apartment. "It's getting late, let's get back home, yeah?" He said adjusting himself a bit. "Yeah..

"Lets head home.."

[childesblanket]

A pearl

chp 1; Let them eat cake!

as you walk down the halls of tevyat university, three big textbooks and one overflowed binder in hand, on your way to a film class that you had randomly decided to take for the second semester. you stop by a vending machine and decide to reward yourself with one of the new snacks they had put in there. one random glass jar of coffee. unfortunately, trying to place your books down neatly, they slip out your hand. On your way down to pick it up, you hear loud stomps approaching, looking up you find your long time friend, childe, smiling up at you.

"i should've known it was your fat ass with those heavy footsteps."

"and that's why you're buying the 1000 calorie unknown tevyat coffee?"

you roll your eyes at childe's sassy replies, already used to it. you drop a couple dollars into the vending machine and watch the coffee drop from the bottom shelf.

"Where you headed? I didn't know you had classes at this time."

he picks your stuff up for you, handing the heavy textbooks and proceeding to take his long strides that you had to keep up with.

"I did, but i signed up for a film class because i felt underworked for one week. i'm totally not in the right state of mind to start another class, but we persevere!"

"Film? Ooh scara takes that class! He majors though, say hi to him for me he's really purple and hard to miss!"

is all childe says before running off, already spotting new friends like the social person he is. you take a sip of the coffee and instantly make a scowl face, choosing to close it and have it by your side the whole day.

you sit down in the class, unfortunately for you there was less than twenty-five people in the class, so everyone had already become close friends along with the teacher.

you sit down on an empty seat when a small group of people come in, along with the teacher following behind.

A few minutes later, and everyones settled in and paying attention. you had grown to learn that there's nineteen people in the film class. The teacher calls out your name, and luckily for you, all he does is welcome you instead of making you introduce yourself. The boy next to you is the one you assumed childe was talking about, so you smile at him, but he just wierdly stares back.

"Ok.." you think in your head

"Alright, class. turn to anyone next to you, and that will be your partner for this project. I'm sure most of you are familiar with cinematography, this being your second semester here," and he looks right at you "but if your not, this will be a great opportunity to learn. I want a short, no more than thirty minute film. It has to be a glimpse into you and your partners life, either separately or it could be about any relationships or friend ships you have. This is due in two and a half months, it could be filmed on anything, but you guys obviously know what gets you extra points. I give you this class period to discuss. oh, and, it needs a song."

after listening to your teacher ramble, you curse yourself for not sitting between two students and instead opting for the edge seat, you turn to the purple headed boy who's already writing ideas in his notebook.

"uh.. what do you have so far?"

he lifts his head up, showing his notebook.

"Uh, I'm writing down a few movies that would fit this project, just to see how we should combine our stories, i guess."

from his tone of speech, you could see that he was excited about this project, but definitely not to do it with you.

"Bones and all? I see how the stories would combine now. hm. Okay so.. how about we do this, your story or whatever could go first, and we could move it to any experience i share, and then me, and it would bring us both here."

"oh. that's actually, pretty good."

and just like that, the two of you spent the rest of the fourty-five minutes of that class talking about your project, you leaving with a new number in your phone and a new address in your mind.

[ivryne]

⌗ THE AFTERMATH ( NEW VERSION )

genshin smau | scara x f!reader

# SYNOPSIS ; You had it coming, really. It was your fault that you accepted that reckless dare, and it was your responsibility to deal with the aftermath. The question was how? How were you going to face all your pride and dignity after you slept with HIM? Your arch nemesis, the bane of your existence, and your number one rival since highschool, Scaramouche Kunikuzushi.

pairings. scaramouche (kunikuzushi) x f!reader

genre. romance, crack, slice of life, rivals to lovers, modern au, college/uni setting, age 20-21

warnings. misunderstandings, slow burn, mommy issues, family issues, jealousy, mental breakdowns, fluff, 16+ nothing too steamy. timestamps don’t matter just ignore them

status. comming soon

(🩹) means there r gonna be written parts!

NOW PLAYING . . .

featuring . . . mentally un(st)able | need help ASAP

AND ACTION ! . .

act one — too late to back out

1. exes and whatnots

2. provocation of an enemy 🩹

3. false hopes

4. last five shots

5. a night to remember. or not

6. what’s done is done

7. forgotten promises

8. new semester, new me

9. bitchless behavior

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act two — never settle for less

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act three — above average

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CUT ! SHOW’S OVER 🎥

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NOTE. Hello!! welcome back to the new version of the aftermath! I am so excited for this and I hope it goes well!! I hope you r gonna enjoy this onee aaa.

do not repost, share, or copy ! Reblogs and likes very much appreciated! Ty for taking ur time to read this. I hope i rlly get through w this bc i’m so inconsistent hehe.

©️ sher | shrslair

[celabi]

ive awoken from the dead with another scummy scara thought. exams are coming so please accept this as my last gift until i come back from the battlefield 🙏🙏🙏🙏

cw// public sex... and scummy scara alone is a warning. i cant say ive captured scummy scara that well this time though 😭 he's less creepy here, but still horny as ever. again, not proofread.

sex with scaramouche no matter what, will always end up messy. it's all because of his desperation and immense passion (slash obsession) for you, he really needs to give his all y'know! how else will you know the extent of his love for you?

he prefers to have sex whenever he's over your house or you at his, that way he can really really express his love for you.

so... he really tries to avoid quickies and such, because he knows he'll either get super sad and lonely when you have to leave before he's had his fill. but really, sometimes he stares too hard, looks too much, thinks too much that all of his thoughts and eyes start wandering to places where it shouldn't...

so parking lots, empty parks, quiet library corners become another place for you two to fuck. and of course, as he had premonitioned, he really can't hold back. even those 10-15 minutes before class starts will always end up in you attending late, shirt crumpled and buttoned messily, hair sticking to the sides of your face, your underwear damp and ruined beyond help- as you are, too, complete with a feverish look on your face. your friends would be worried whenever you come to class like that, they think you definitely overworked yourself again for the test, didn't you? it eventually leads to your friend telling the professor you might need to rest for a bit because look, your star student definitely overworked herself again! they ask if you need help going to the bathroom/infirmary. but flustered with the sudden attention, you can only shake your head as you try your best not to move too much as so scaramouche's cum won't leak through your panties. god, how did he cum so much over a quickie? your lack of response only seals the idea that you're sick, so sick that you can't even speak aside from little grunts and sighs. little do they know you're just still so overstimulated... well, whatever, now you can go to the bathroom or infirmary to finger his cum back in.

it's worse when you meet him on the way. because he's still horny, still overstimulated, still so so desperate... next thing you know, he's putting his mouth on your wet cunt, slurping away both of his cum and yours. he tells you he's just cleaning it for you and that he's sorry he made such a mess before class, so just sit back as he cleans his remains okay? then you can go back, he swears!

and even when you've came over and over again, he still keeps going at it. and just when you've came for the fifth time, then he starts slipping his cock inside. haah... it never ends.

and of course, you have to get your revenge. you missed your lecture because you had to spend time pushing his gallons worth of cum back inside you (and just so happens that when you were pushing it inside... your fingers slipped in and out y'know hehe...)

so the next time you two share a class and you can tell his eyes are wandering a bit too much again. when no one's looking, you start whispering things into his ear. about how cute he looks today, about how you can see his slutty cock bulging against his pants, about how he'd definitely enjoy sucking off your tits while grinding his cock against your clit, isn't that right?

and he always gasps. always stutters, always stammers. and an excited glint is present in his eyes whenever you touch his cock 'on accident' or rush your hands over his nipples when you're trying to 'fix' his messy clothes.

then you go back to your focusing on the lecture. you tell him not to disturb you, you already missed yesterday's lesson, you can't miss another. oh, suddenly you're fixated on your notes?! no no... what are you doing? continue palming him, continue whispering naughty stuff into ear... he knows you're just writing gibberish, you know, he can see that you're just writing meow meow meow meow over and over again. on one hand he's thinking about awww how cute is that? but on the other hand he's like wait wait snap out of it, (name) touch me again please

at first he holds himself, keeps quiet and even tries to ignore you and the growing ache in his pants. but 5 minutes, 10 minutes... 30 minutes go by, and you still haven't done anythinhg. come on, look at him!

then he starts nudging you, whispering 'can we do it now?', '(name) pleaseee?' '(nameee)? :('

he starts pouting, whining under his breath, sighing out of nowhere... he's just so so frustrated, stop touching him if you're not going to do anything about it, please! (he never wants you to stop) can't you see how tight his pants have become? suffocate his cock with something else tighter, wetter, and warmer...

he's become so frustrated that he couldn't write anything down. class goes by in a flash when he's trying to find out a way to alleviate whims a.k.a persuade you to just pretend to go to the toilet and he'll join you and he'd let you ruin his cock just please please please touch him, do something about the ache in his pants, he's going fucking insane for god's sake!

he tries to keep himself at bay by his imagination alone. he doesn't realize class has ended until he hears the shuffling of papers and students scaffolding towards the exit.

he doesn't realize how damp his boxers had become, too.

he finally feels the weight of your stare at him and his empty notes. when you finally look up, seeing his watery and lust-filled eyes, you laugh. a sweet yet mocking one...

"how about we hit it off at my place? i think there's a lot you need to catch up..."

- ✏

WOWOWOWOW WAKE UP EVERYONE ✏️ ANON JUST POSTED !!!!

God I love this so much, he’s so cute ahhhhh just red in the face while your hand plays around with his crotch 😭 he’s hiding his whimpers but tbh if you wanna hear him, just ask and he will dead ass moan in the classroom 😭 I love that for him,

[sugugasm]

DEEPER — ft. scaramouche

♱ scaramouche puts the whole thing in for the first time.

CW : f! reader, missionary, praise kink, tiny bit of degrading kink, dominant scaramouche, use of profanity and pet names. <> i saw this fanart and got excited bye. this is my first time writing anything genshin imapct, bare with me pls.

scaramouche had no mercy right about now.

sex wasn’t usually this much of a struggle, but since you decided to let your confidence wander— here you were, taking what appeared to be almost too much dick from your boyfriend.

“ah, open up pretty thing. i wanna’ make you feel good.”

his menacing grin gave you butterflies as well as a pit of tears to your eyes as he slowly pushed himself through your barricade. you were so tight, yet so open for him to fuck you as he pleased.

“too- too much, scara. i don’t think i can—“

“don’t be discouraged. i’m right here to help you, my love. here, lift your hips for me a little,” he instructs, his hands exploring your thighs in an effort to help you lift yourself from the mattress.

although scaramouche was only half way in, you couldn’t help but to whimper. it felt like it was your first time all over again, only this time— less painful. “you’re almost there, angel. keep breathin’ for me.”

you take his instructions to heart, your walls gradually beginning to open up for the man you loved most. as you took him deeper, scaramouche used an arm to cradle your head to his chest. your arms gracefully wrap around his neck as he starts to find a steady rhythm.

“yes, yes, good girl. wasn’t so hard, hm?” that soothing, gentle voice sends a sense of comfort through you. he could feel you moving your hips against his to take in more, but he wanted you to pace yourself.

“o-ooh fuck, that feels good— keep going,” you mumble and he laughs, letting go of your head and grabbing the back of your plush thighs. he squeezed the flesh in his hands while placing small kisses along your collarbone and chest.

“yeah? you want me to go faster? want me to fuck you like i mean it? you’re such a dirty girl.”

you eagerly nod, a lustrous expression spread across your face. scaramouche always thought you were beyond beautiful, but as of right now— you looked none other than breathtaking. although your eyes were closed, he could see your pretty lashes trying their best to flutter open to stare back at him. but due to those powerful strokes to your cunt, it was almost impossible.

“scara—baby, i feel s’ full.”

“you take me so well, look at this.”

as he praises you, he slowly grips your chin and angles your head to look at the mess between you both. you were practically in a daze when your eyes spotted his dick plummeting in and out of you. every time he thrusted, there was more and more cream coating his cock.

“oh my god scara-scaramouche— fuck!”

“look at me. please look at me, baby. i wanna’ see your face when you cum.” his praises only brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. you were clawing at his arms and chest, a strangled voice begging him to go harder.

“shit, you feel too good. gonna’ cum real soon but not before you do. can you cum for me, baby?” he asks and and you immediately answer with a moan. he took that as a yes, immediately grabbing ahold of both your legs— holding them against his chest. he then thrusted into you with long strides, giving you all of him all at once.

“in and out, in and out. just like this, yn. fuck— im’ close.”

both of your hands gripped at the sheets beneath you as you held on for dear life. scaramouche repeatedly tapped your g-spot with the tip of his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you smile.

“c’mon, you’re almost there. give it to me, baby.” there was no need for any further comments. scaramouche spit out a groan that came straight from the pit of his stomach as you clench around his cock. nothing but the faint sounds of your whimpers and his groans could be heard coming from your room as your boyfriend filled you with all of him.

you were still grinding your hips against him as he pulled out of you. as your abdomen flexed, then came his seed spilling out of your hole. scaramouche couldn’t do anything but smile at your exhaustion. you didn’t even get to witness your own beauty due to your eyes falling shut.

a devious grin appeared on your boyfriend’s face as he uttered, “get up, darlin’ that was only round one.”

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[hitomisuzuya]

childe & scara x reader where they both just fucking manhandle herrr… scrqtches my. brain so good i love these two,,

A/n: That makes my brain go brrrrrrrrr.

Smut. Sparring that turns into a threesome. Some choking and degradation. Scara uses his Electro Delusion. Childe's parts are a little longer than Scara's, I wanted to get a feel for writing him since it's my first time doing so. Please, enjoy.

Childe x reader x Scaramouche

Your breathing was heavy, your e/c eyes darting between Scaramouche and Childe. You'd proudly proclaimed you could stand even with them in a sparring match. And boy did you ever prove it.

You wielded your Cryo vision masterfully, coming at both of them with your sword, chilling the air around you, coming at them like you had an intent to kill. His arms actually aches from blocking of your kicks.

It thrilled and excited Childe, the hairs on his arms standing up. He fired off a volley of Hydro arrows at you. You slashed the air, freezing them. You were breathtaking, a sight to behold. If you weren't careful, you were going to stir his Foul Legacy to life.

Oh yes, Childe was starting to feel horny, incredibly horny. He could tell your stamina was starting to waver, and that's when he pounced. You made the mistake of blinking too long.

"Nice moves, girlie." Childe sped towards you, bumping his elbow into the middle of your chest. Your eyes widened, stunned.

Meanwhile, Scaramouche had been running interference for Childe further away with his Delusion. His indigo eyes were shamelessly trained on your body, especially the way your breasts bounced when you dodged his Catalyst attacks, Electro crackling when it made contact with your ice.

You gasped, feeling his Electro prickle against back of your neck. "Too bad you didn't tie your hair back," he was just as fast as Childe, his voice suddenly right next your ear behind you. Scaramouche swiftly wrapped your long h/c hair around his hand, jerking you backwards onto your back as he kicked your feet out from under you. He was a little less gentle than Childe.

Your breath rushed out of your lungs, your sword clattering to the ground before it dematerialized. Scaramouche made sure your head didn't hit the ground when you landed. It was just a sparring match after all.

Childe crawled on top you. He rested a knee between your legs, rubbing it against your panties, feeling glad you'd woren skirt, giving him easy access. He rubbed until you were soaking the fabric of his pants, enjoying the way you writhed and moaned. "Judging from the way your body is reacting, I'd say you want to fuck now instead of fight."

Scaramouche wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing slightly. Your moans were making him hard. You'd been so headstrong during your sparring match, you needed to be dominated, manhandled into submission. Growling, he released his cock from his shorts.

"I..yield," you were struggling to breath, your orgasm beginning to build from the oxygen deprivation. "Fuck me, pl..ease," was all you could manage to choke out.

Childe watched as Scaramouche jacked himself off leaking precum to dribble onto your lips. He grinned, feral when your tongue swept out to lick it off your lips. He wasted no time bunching your skirt up around your hips, peeling your panties off, your pussy slick and ready for him.

Scaramouche tore your shirt, fondling you while Childe buried his cock to the hilt inside you, groaning when he bottomed out. "Hold her wrists above her head," he batted Scaramouche's hand away from your throat, letting you drag precious air into your lungs.

"Don't order me around," Scaramouche snapped, but doing as Childe asked. It was getting harder and harder to keep his composure, his dick throbbing in his hands. "Hurry up, Childe, you stupid loser." He didn't want to cum in his hand.

Your breasts bounced as Childe pounded into you. You clung to him, nails clawing at his back, each thrust splitting your walls open, making wet, lewd noises. Pleasured moans and screams tore from your throat, spurring Childe on. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," He moaned huskily. Leaning down, he bit your lips, kissing you. They felt so erotic, your tongue wet and warm, curling around his.

Scaramouche crouched down and rubbed your clit, bring you to orgasm faster, he was done being patient. You screamed Childe's name, urging him to empty himself inside you, your walls clenching around his cock, feeling dizzy from your release.

His body trembled, orgasm hitting him like a freight train. "I'll fill you good, girlie, don't you worry," he panted in your ear, his cum painting the inside of your cunt.

The moment Childe pulled out of you, Scaramouche flipped you over onto your stomach, hastily thrusting inside of you, pulling your hips up to grip them for leverage. "How you are still so tight, slut? Childe practically fucked your brains out," he panted, grunting as he fucked you. It felt like heaven to finally have his cock scrapping against your walls. Your clit throbbed, twitching from overstimulation.

You were so blissfully fucked out, your throat sore, voice hoarse. You cried out Scaramouche's name, your arms no longer being able to yourself up by the time Scaramouche cummed inside of you.

[https-furina]

Hello! Can I req sugar 'n' spice prompt 26 with scaramouche??^^

✎ means of silence.

ft. scaramouche x gn!reader

prompt: "i love you, but you need to shut up."

w.c. 760 words

content: fluff, partner most likely has adhd (or just a very quick, talkative brain teehee), as always harbinger! scara

notes: aaaaa content for my favourite harbinger~

standing before a bunch of fatui lackeys that he's supposed to be commanding and not to mention also tartaglia - scaramouche keeps glaring at him in disgust, why is he even here? - scaramouche is suddenly questioning his choice of bringing you to 'work.' you've got the fatui soldiers entraced with tales from other lands, yapping with the biggest smile on your face. even childe is humoured, a smug look on his face when he sees the absolute deadpan scaramouche is giving everyone in the vicinity.

he figured grown men and women such as these fools wouldn't be so wrapped around your fingers the way they are but when your eyes light up at a particularly interesting part of the story, their eyes also widen in excitement. it's no hidden secret that you're extremely pretty, some may even call you breathtakingly gorgeous but never within earshot of your boyfriend - unless they have a death wish. the fatui find you innocent and amusing compared to the harbinger bosses and they do sometimes wonder how in teyvat scaramouche landed you.

some of them in particular are fascinated by how you can jump topics so effortlessly - and forget the previous one while you're at it. you could be talking to them about the fungi in sumeru but it reminds you of a funny story about your friend nilou, it's only a matter of seconds before you forget completely that you was even talking about fungi in the first place. scaramouche would lie if he didn't find it amusing when he has to remind you about the actual conversation you're supposed to be having, watching you purse your lips before correcting yourself.

scoffing lightly at how his soldiers seem to be leaning ever so slightly closer to you in their trances, scaramouche finds his lanky fingers wrapping around your wrist before he tugs you roughly out of earshot - especially for his sake, considering childe's striking blue eyes are watching like a hawk. you yelp, pouting with puffed cheeks. so childlike, scaramouche thinks as his eyes fall down on you.

"i love you," he starts and you quirk a brow, who is he and what has he done with your boyfriend? "but you need to shut up."

a wave of relief washes over you, there it is. that snark tone and scary aura he carries so confidently everywhere he steps - not that it could ever fool you. you've seen behind closed doors, when the curtains are shut and nobody else is around. albeit he doesn't drop his grumpy façade but he's softer, a hand cupping the edge of your writing desk when you bend down to pick up something you've dropped so that you don't whack your head on the mahogany or perhaps, when you wake up some mornings and there's a mildly bitter aroma of tea wafting around the house because he woke up early to cook you shimi chazuke.

"maybe i should be a harbinger," you tease him playfully, making the male scoff in disbelief, "they listen to me."

"because you won't shut up about some alcoholic in mondstadt-" he groans and you huff, hands on your hips when you cut him off.

"his name is venti!" you exclaim softly. scaramouche could really care less. he knows exactly what his name is but he also knows that the tone-deaf bard is the country of anemo's archon - that much you do not appear to know, "anyways, you're going to have to make me shut up! they like my stories."

scaramouche bites his tongue until the metallic taste of his own blood fills his mouth and he furrows his brows. he has so much authority here, in front of his own soldiers - mayhaps not when it comes to tartaglia, despite the hierarchy of the harbingers - and yet you haven't an ounce of fear for him. you never have feared him no matter how much he's tried to scare you, it's futile. there's a smug grin appearing on your face when you notice that scaramouche has no means of shutting you up. he's silent, as if thinking but when you open your mouth to speak the harbinger has leaned down and locked his lips to yours in a sealed kiss.

that works, you think as your eyelashes flutter shut and scaramouche's pointer finger and thumb grip at your chin, tilting your head up to him. in the distance, the eleventh harbinger rolls his eyes with a chuckle. you really do have all these fatui men wrapped around your finger.

© https-heizou 2023.

[r0ttenhearts]

Waiting for a Sign

sypnosis: your devotion to scaramouche goes beyond what you thought, but does he feel the same?

warnings: angst, no comfort, unrequited love

college au! roommate! scaramouche x reader

“think this is it..” scaramouche mumbled as he set a stack of papers atop of your desk. picking up the papers, you skimmed through them with a frown slowly expressing itself on your features.

“this is a lot more than you said. why’d you have to ask me to do this so last minute?”

“sorry (y/n), it kinda slipped my mind.. can you do it for me? please? i wanna go see my friends tonight.”

hearing his gentle plea was enough to send your head gently nodding as he left your room, telling you he would be back late and to not wait up for him.

you sigh once you hear the front door close, turning your attention back to the papers he had abandoned to you. another essay.. just so he could hangout with his friends and not worry about it.

you could say no to helping him out but, the way he smiled and praised you after every time you presented him with another finished work made your heart flutter in excitement.

it was one of the only times he would ever be gentle with you, outside of the occasional cuddles on the couch during a movie night, or hand holding in grocery stores when you’d have to make your weekly stock up for your shared apartment.

you knew your feelings only grew more for him every time he’d flash you a rare smile. you were weak to him. weak enough to do his college work that he didn’t bother to even start on.

jotting down your ideas and pointers for the essay, you decided to take a break before a headache would form from all of the work you’d been doing for the past hour.

a soft click as your phone unlocked, you tapped on scaramouche’s icon for his instagram story. you smiled at a picture of scaramouche, kazuha, xiao, heizou, and venti together in what looked to be an arcade. the bright neon lights illuminating their faces as scara glared into the camera, his signature look.

“that boy..” you tapped on heizou’s story next, hoping to see more of their adventures. you knew all of them, but you’d never been invited to one of their outings with it being a “boy’s night” every time.

your smile fell as you came across a picture of scaramouche with his arm around some girl with green hair. who was she? you’d never seen her before. so why did scara have his arm around her?

your eyes narrowed at the girl, fishing in your brain for any type of memory of this girl. it clicked once you saw the pin on her jacket. she had chemistry with you and scara, sitting on the other side of the classroom, but was practically a teachers pet.

haypasia? was it? you scoffed, tapping off of the picture as jealously burned in the pit of your stomach. he did so many.. intimate things with you. there’s no way he was into her like that, right?

but he still never held you like that.

you shook your head, you were sure he felt something for you. if he didn’t, why did he let you snuggle up next to him during a scary movie? or take baths with you when you would both drink on a celebratory night after a particularly hard test?

he had to feel something! he wouldn’t do just that with anyone. he was too hardened up to be that close to someone else, much less you being lucky enough to be able to share those things with him.

“yeah.. i’m still special to him..” you mutter to no one but yourself as you turn your attention back to your makeshift essay you had started. hours passed as you made your final revisions, satisfied with your finished work you made your way to his room.

you figured you’d just leave it for him so he could see it once he came back, maybe letting you wake up to a day where he would praise you first thing in the morning. you smiled at the thought as the door clicked open, his voice echoing through the shared space.

“(y/n)? are you still up?”

“in here!” you called out as you set the paper down. scaramouche walked into the room, his teal colored jacket hanging off of the side of his shoulder. every time you saw him like this you swore your heart skipped a beat. his pale, porcelain like features, his sharp eyeliner.. he was beautiful, without a doubt.

“wanna take a bath together?”

you nodded as he took you by the hand to the bathroom. you both stripped and sat in the warm water facing each other, you could smell the booze from him as he leaned back against the bathroom wall.

“a lot happened tonight.”

you raised an eyebrow as you sat up slightly. “oh? what happened?”

scaramouche smirked before handing you the bar of soap.

“i have a girlfriend now, shockingly enough. heizou wouldn’t stop..”

your blood ran cold at his words. girlfriend? since when had he been interested in someone else? he droned on about his night but you couldn’t focus on anything he was saying. you could see his mouth was moving but you couldn’t hear it. your nails dug into the bar of soap as specks of it floated in the water inbetween you. scaramouche was too caught up in retelling the events to notice.

“..-(y/n)? are you crying?”

“huh?”

you didn’t notice the tears dripping down your face until scaramouche pointed it out. you jumped up in embarrassment as you started harshly wiping at your eyes.

“sorry i don’t know what came over me..”

“what’s with you?”

his voice was riddled with annoyance as he snatched the bar of soap out of your hands. your hands shook as you thought of how to put your thoughts into words. forever admit to what you deemed as a silent acknowledgement, risk losing what you had with him? or keep your mouth shut to preserve this forever.

you chose the former.

“it’s just.. i thought you liked me, scara. i mean-” you gestured to the water in front of you. “just what else does this mean? i thought we were.. something.”

“what are you talking about?”

scaramouche scoffs as he sits up, obviously uncomfortable as he realizes what you’re saying.

“(y/n), i’m not into you. shit, we’re barely even friends, just roommates. you do things for me and this is my way of repaying you. there’s a reason why i don’t bring you around my friends or hang around you outside of this place. i’m embarrassed of you, frankly, i’d be mortified if you ever told anyone that we were an item.”

he stands up from the bath, quickly taking a towel from the folded stack of towels you kept on the sidetable by the bathtub. he wraps the towel around his waist, pausing as his hand wraps around the doorknob.

“think i might move out at the end of the semester. you made it really weird, (y/n). don’t talk to me again, i don’t really feel like seeing your face anymore.”

silent tears slipped down your cheeks as you left. shame and sadness exploded within you as you sat in the bath water you were sharing with him not too long ago. how stupid could you be to assume something like that? it was scaramouche of all people! he was just using you, you knew that. why did you ever think it meant something?

as you sobbed in the bathroom, scaramouche looked over the essay you had written for him. another unmistakably high quality essay you had poured yourself into. he scoffed before tossing it into his backpack. the same way he tossed your heart into the trash.

taglist: @samarill

a/n: happy 500 of you lovely readers! thank you for enjoying my writings!

[chickenparm]

By Choice or By Accident (Wanderer/Reader)

Spoilers for Interlude Chapter: Act III Inversion of Genesis

i made the executive decision that the traveler fucks around a bit and takes a good while longer to decipher what scara changed with irminsul and wow, that's a convenient amount of time for him to get real soft on someone huh-

(also i believe scara says he doesn't like sweets only because ei DOES like sweets and he secretly loves them you cannot change my mind, back off)

AO3 LINK

Wanderer/Reader

5,258 Words - SFW

Nothing heinous. Fluff, 2 seconds of Angst, meandering narrative, skipping time a little bit, Reader is a candy maker. Very indulgent, don't take this seriously.

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Despite its status as a hub of commerce, it’s rather obvious when a new face arrives in the Grand Bazaar. Even more so when they’re dressed like that - soft blues against striking azure, a wide hat and carefully placed body armor to show martial skill. 

When the grocer across the way brings home a straggler, your initial thought is to be wary. There’s an unsettled quiet around him as he keeps his head ducked low and his face carefully hidden. The protection on his arms and shins suggests some martial skill, yet there’s no vision to be seen on his person. 

In the beginning, you’re wary - and rightfully so. Then his head lifts and his eyes move around the bazaar before he realizes you’re staring, and something fundamental changes in that split second. The air around him shifts, the guarded expression in his eyes bleeds away, and you’re left staring at excited eyes and a smile that shines with both anticipation and trepidation. 

The grocer’s new stray becomes a fixture. One that you quietly watch from your stall of handmade sweets, your gaze occasionally broken by the excited child or curious adult, all of whom are the sources of your livelihood here. But even your regulars find it hard to keep your attention when something so interesting is just across the way. 

Initially, the first word you’d use to describe him is untouchable. Like something priceless to be placed on a shelf. Only to look at, never to hold in your hands and sully it with your touch. Even as he works diligently at the grocer and displays less than fragile tendencies, you still can’t keep yourself from marveling at the otherworldly sort of perfection. 

Then, just like that, it’s swept away in the span of a short interaction. 

While you’ve overheard his quiet arguments with the grocer about not accepting pay, you know for certain he’s been tipped on deliveries to their customers. It’s what gives him the means to tentatively cross the walkway to your stall, stand a respectful distance away, and let pretty violet eyes wander over what you have on display for the day. 

And they are pretty. A color you’ve never seen before, even in a city like Sumeru where fabrics in all manner of hues are commonplace. You’re not entirely sure that someone could accurately recreate such a shade of purple. 

Quietly, as if to keep from imposing on you, he steps a little closer and squeezes the pouch of mora in front of him with a grip so tight his knuckles turn just a little lighter than the rest of his pale skin. It’s painfully obvious that he’s nervous, but his chin lifts and his chest expands with an inhale, and you’re impressed with the bravery he’s showing to simply peruse a candy stall. 

“Please recommend something to me!”

He says it like he’s about to run into battle - and your heart that was wary at first melts. Any caution is thrown to the wind as your shoulders relax, and a smile spreads across your face, and you ask, “What do you like?”

To your surprise, he clams up for a moment, twisting at the ties of the mora pouch until you’re certain the ropes are going to unravel. The last thing you expect is a quiet, “...I’m not sure.”

Okay. You can handle that, as strange as it is. Going into your usual sales pitch with gusto, you try your hardest not to be distracted by the way he cocks his head and leans in, listening with rapt attention as you point out each little piece, which were handmade and which you had brought him, which were your favorites and which ones most people seemed to gravitate toward. 

“These ones aren’t popular, but I like them. They’re sour, but once you get to the middle, there’s a sweetness that chases it away. Just don’t eat too many, they’ll make your mouth sore!”

“It’s sour, but you say they’re good?” His fingers pinch his chin in thought as he looks at each flavor you have of the small selection. It’s no use keeping a large stock when its audience is few and far between. “Sour on the outside, sweet on the inside, huh?”

“It makes the sweetness that much nicer if you can make it through the tough bit. It’s kind of like life, isn’t it? Once you make it through the difficult parts, the moments that are softer are that much better when you’re in them.”

Violet eyes watch you in wonder, lips gently parted as he mulls over your impromptu advice. With warm cheeks, you busy yourself with straightening the rows, the smallest bit of embarrassment making your fingers shake. They don’t look any neater when you’ve finished.

He picks one of everything you indicate as your preference, carefully counting out the coins and giving a little extra that you try to place back in his hand. But he grasps your wrist until your palm is up, pushing the extra coins there and using his free hand to curl your fingers around them securely. The smile on his face is wider than any you’ve seen, cutting into his cheeks and making the corners of his eyes squint in its wake. 

“Just for being kind, that’s all.” And his touch lingers for a moment long enough to make your heart skip, your fingers itching to grasp at his own so he could stay just a little longer. “Can I come back tomorrow?”

“I don’t think you’ll get through all that candy in a night.” Or he could, you’re in no place to judge him for it. Certainly, children much smaller than him have performed that feat before. 

In return, he smiles sheepishly and focuses on his hands holding yours, his thumb pressing against the pulse point of your wrist. There’s no doubt he can feel your heart racing from his touch and his presence, his soft grin and the slight flush on the apples of his cheeks. “Maybe not. But… just to talk to you? I’d like to know you if you’d let me.”

If he notices your persistent giddiness for the remainder of the bazaar’s open hours, he mercifully doesn’t make any comment on it. He simply returns the next day with praises over what you’d sold him the day before, exclaiming that the sour candies were his favorite, and an earnest question. 

“Could you teach me how to make this?”

And how could you say no? When his hands were fisted at his sides to hide how they shake at the prospect of such a simple question, there’s no way you could deny something so… sweet.

That evening, after he closes up with the grocer, he crosses the pathway that separates you and offers to help you carry your goods home for the day. It’s with great pleasure you gesture to a house just two doors down - your home and workshop all in one. He doesn’t let you carry your goods, anyway.

“It must be nice, living so close. I’m glad to see it.”

“Glad?” You ask, watching carefully at how he carries a box with one arm that you often have to drag across the ground on a nightly basis. He must be deceptively strong. The hat he wears is tucked beneath his other arm, leaving his smooth hair a little mussed after a day of wearing it. 

His head bobs as he watches you unlock the door with a key from your pocket, the hinges groaning as you step inside and urge him to follow as you work to light the lamps. The answer you asked for comes as the room illuminates. “I’d hate for you to have to walk so far at night. It’s not very safe.”

“True, but the bazaar is one of the safest places in the city. And I’ve lived here all my life.”

“Spending your life somewhere doesn’t always make it safe,” he pauses, just long enough to set the box of goods down on the table that dominates the center of your home, “but it’s not really my place to be overbearing about your safety. I’m sorry if that was too much.”

“No! It was… nice. Thank you for caring.” The words strike him into stillness, his hand resting on the lid of the box, thumb curling around the edge to press into the wood. His other hand rubs over his chest, just beneath the dangling ornament and pinion that jingle slightly in the comfortable silence. 

The swallow he makes is audible, a show of that nervousness that comes when he seems to be faced with sincerity he doesn’t know what to do with. To his credit, his voice doesn’t waver, even a little. “You’ve been nothing but nice to me. Of course I’d care, even a little.” And that endearing pink comes back again, barely visible in the lights that are just beginning to grow stronger as the flame catches the wicks.

“You’ve been nice, too. Give yourself a little credit.” 

Outside, other merchants are making their way home. The sound of carts and laughter trickles into the room, breaking the tension that’s somehow formed despite such an innocuous topic. Clearing your throat, you ask, “You know, I don’t actually know your name. You’ve never told me.”

While the tension is gone for you, it doubles down on him as his shoulders clench, and he pointedly looks away. The far corner of the room suddenly becomes impossibly interesting to him, at least compared to how you begin to move closer to unpack the box. 

“That’s because… I don’t have one. I’m just a wanderer. Any name I might’ve had, I don’t remember it anymore.”

“Do you not remember by choice, or by accident?”

You don’t miss the way his eyes follow your movements as you bring the sour candies out. Pointedly, you pull a few from their bag and push them across the table to him. As if he were afraid they’d disappear, his fingers wrap around them and drag them closer. One pops in his mouth, and he waits until the sweetness makes itself known before he finally answers.

“A little of both, I think.” The candy clacks against his teeth, running along his molars from one side to the other, as if he’s preventing a single spot from being scoured by the sourness. Perhaps it’s also a tactic to delay what comes next, something you only realize when he says it. “You should know… I’m not exactly human. I’m-... I’m a puppet.”

“Okay.”

“...Okay?”

Giving him time to ruminate over that, you finish unloading the box before stowing it away beneath the table. It gives you enough time to formulate a tactful response. Palms on the table, you lean to get the weight off your feet from standing all day, and explain yourself. “That doesn’t change anything. I still like you, I’ll still teach you. You must’ve lived a long time then, huh?”

He doesn’t give you a number, and you don’t exactly ask, but the way he exhales until his lungs are empty tells you that in his mind, it might have been a few too many years to walk through. Has he wandered all that time? Alone? It doesn’t feel right to ask - so you don’t. 

Instead, as you begin to lay out supplies for tomorrow’s stock, you quietly make a promise to yourself that if you can help it, perhaps he won’t need to use the term lonely to describe himself ever again. 

—

When you first opened your stall, it was commonplace for you to grow sick after contacting so many people on a daily basis. It was just expected, it came with the territory, and you only needed a handful of months for your body to grow used to it. Nowadays, you hardly find yourself feeling ill at all.

Then there were days like today, where the world is too bright, and your skin feels too hot and too cold, uncomfortable no matter your position. The softness of your bed curls around you, cradling your aching joints as you struggle to maintain a comfortable body temperature. The windows facing the street show that the sun is already risen, though at this time of day, not as much of it makes it down to the bazaar, even at the outskirts as you are.

Wrapped in your blankets in the throes of a cold chill is how the wanderer finds you. His steps into your home are tentative - you’d given him a key, and you thank yourself for the foresight. Looking into your bedroom, his expression goes from curiosity to something that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than fear.

“What’s wrong? Look at me-”

“I’m okay.” Talking makes your head feel thick and muddled, stuffed too full of the meager thoughts it requires to get words out. But he’s kneeling next to your head now, hands hovering over you but not quite touching, like he’s unsure of what to do next. It lightens your mood a little, seeing him fret like this. “Just a little sick - it goes around this time of year.”

“What do you need me to do? Do you need food? Have you had anything to drink today? Hang on, let me get a washcloth.”

And he’s on his feet, moving to your kitchen and out of your ability to call him back. A quiet laugh leaves you as you roll onto your back, snuggling beneath blankets and listening as he sifts through your cabinets to find a bowl, then fill it with cool water to bring back to you. His eyes are more focused on the bowl as he enters, determined not to spill it until he’s able to set it down on your bedside table. 

Before you can say a word, the back of his fingers press to your forehead, and he hisses through his teeth. There’s no need to say that you’re burning up, not with how he hurriedly wrings out the cloth and folds it delicately on your forehead. Even chilled as you are, it feels like heaven, and you all but melt into the blankets as the fingers of his hand linger along your brow. 

“Better?”

“Mm… yes, thank you.”

“Okay. It’s okay.” He sounds more like he’s reassuring himself, rather than you. There’s something haunted in his eyes, something that’s clawing at the back of his mind. Far be it from your place to ask, but the fever has lowered your inhibitions, and you can’t help but lick the chapped dryness of your lips before asking what you wish to know. 

“Why are you afraid? Look at you, you’re terrified.”

The answer is immediate, maybe even instinctual. “I don’t know.” His eyes linger over your face, trailing over the dark circles beneath your eyes and the weariness that lingers. “My mind is telling me terrible things, almost like I’ve… lost someone like this. But I’ve never-... I haven’t been around anyone long enough to care. Not like this.”

He cares. About you. Sure, that was obvious enough at this point, but the fact that he puts it into words so candidly makes your heart flutter nervously. It’s been a long time since anyone would go to these lengths for you in your time of need, and for it to be him… It makes you feel leagues better already.

“I’m… I’ll make you something to eat. And get you something to drink. I’ll be back.”

The words tumble out of him, one after another, with little control. He’s nearly out the door by the time you comprehend that he’d been pink in the cheeks, fingers nervously twirling the golden feather on his chest. He cares. What a novel thought.

It doesn’t take him terribly long to return. Just long enough for your eyes to droop closed and your mind to wander off into dreams of pretty violet eyes and the faint scent of flowers that you’ve never come across before. Soft smiles, a hand running down your arm, a thumb across your cheek as a familiar voice urges you to reawaken. 

“Just a few bites, then you can sleep.”

Easy enough, when the spoon finds its way to your mouth of its own accord. Yet it’s not sentient - it’s held by lithe fingers that guide it steadily. At your back is his arm, helping you sit up so you don’t spill over your sheets. Quietly, you shift a little closer and bask in that faint floral smell that’s like nothing in Sumeru. The only way you can explain it is if you were describing the wanderer himself.

Drinking is an easy affair, thanks to the straw he’d somehow found you, and once he’s satisfied you’ve completed the tasks he’s laid out, so too does he lay you back on your bed. With distance comes a stark loneliness, and you reach for his hand as he stands from where he’d been kneeling. “Stay? Please?”

“Let me grab a chair at least. Your floor hurts.”

You want to tell him to just climb in your bed. To let you curl around him for all the comfort he can offer, greedily taking and taking because he’s always so willing to give. But the last bit of your self-control pulls you back in, releasing your grip to allow him to drag a chair across the floor to sit at your bedside with an exasperated smile. 

“Sleep now. I’ll be here when you wake.”

“Hm… Promise?”

“I swear it on my life. I’m not going anywhere.”

The last thought before you drift off is a quiet murmur of your heart repeating that he cares. About you, about your wellbeing. He’ll be here when your eyes open, hopefully with less of that fear he’s still holding onto. The washcloth on your forehead is changed, slim fingers wipe away stray water droplets, and all the while he hums a tune under his breath that sounds like the sweetest song.

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The wanderer has only one devastating, debilitating flaw - he’s a worrier. 

Whether it’s after a long day and you’re bone tired, or you were too busy to eat lunch, or even if you’re just feeling a little ill, he has an incessant need to coddle. On anyone else, it wouldn’t be a good look. You’re a grown adult, you can take care of yourself, keep yourself safe and cared for. 

But something about the way he does it soothes any outrage you could possibly feel. Insistent, quiet, offered with a smile that seems almost pleading. And you know that while he’s making you dinner and taking on the duty of meticulously creating fruit-shaped candies for tomorrow’s weekend sale, it’s for his own sake as much as it is yours. 

And so, if it keeps him smiling as he carefully pours soup into a bowl for you, you’re more than willing to let him get away with it. 

Chin propped on your hand, elbow on the table, you let your eyes drift closed as the weariness of the day catches up to you. The festival over the weekend was one of the biggest in a long time, and your preparations were wearing you impossibly thin. It meant longer evenings to finish creating stock, longer days to account for new tourists, and all the stress that comes with it. 

Not to mention the last straggling bits of your illness that had kept you homebound for days, still lingering after two long weeks. Your muscles still felt weak, your head still fuzzy.

But the wanderer had been a huge help, especially as the grocer had all but kicked him out of his stall to send over to yours. The grocer had been trying to foist him off on you for weeks now, and he hadn’t really needed to try that hard at all. 

The sound of ceramic sliding across the table in front of you is the indication he’s dropped your food off, and you crack your eyes open just in time to see the golden pinion of his ornament dangling in front of your face as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head. 

Both of you freeze. 

But he doesn’t pull away, and neither do you. Instead, you reach with a shaking hand to the golden feather, grasping it lightly with your fingertips and rubbing your thumb along the subtle ridges. Your curiosity serves an alternate purpose; it keeps him close, prevents him from backing away from you. 

A sigh breezes along your scalp, humid from his breath, and a shiver from you breaks you both out of the odd trance. 

“I’m so sorry-”

“It’s okay.” You cut him off, already anticipating the unwarranted apology for something you desperately wanted him to do again. Even standing above you, he looks incredibly small as his hands clutch at the opening of his kimono, worrying at the edges without a care for the wrinkles he’s creating. 

Letting the feather drop back to his chest, you reach for one of his fretting hands and hold it tight enough in your own that you can’t tell if the tremors come from you or him. It could even be both. Suddenly you’re filled with anticipation so strong it makes your stomach turn painfully. 

But it’s not bad. It’s welcomed, wanted. The only relief you know of is sought after with a simple question. “Could you do it again?”

“...Again?”

“If you’d like to. If it wasn’t a regretful accident.”

His lower lip disappears between his teeth for a moment, then pops out with a pink hue from the abuse. You’re only allowed a second to admire the shade before the only thing you can see is alabaster and violet, your view of the world cut off as he presses his lips to yours with a clumsiness that is borne from inexperience. 

A thud rocks the table from his palm hitting it, an attempt to brace himself as he leans further into you until he’s nearly climbed into your lap. A whine brushes across your cheek through his nose - a high-pitched, cracking sort of sound that’s sweeter to your ears than any song could be, any candy could taste. 

That evening, the wanderer becomes your wanderer. 

And the world seems more vibrant, the music of the festival is more joyous than anything you’ve ever heard. Your wanderer closes your stall and guides you to the theatre to watch Nilou spin and sway. Her movements are nothing short of hypnotic, but hardly enough to catch your attention as you lean against him and let your eyes follow the cut of his jawline, the brush of his hair against his ear, the subtle pink of his blush as he catches you staring from the corner of his eye. 

For an evening, the entirety of Teyvat feels like it’s in harmony. He smiles down at you, and the stars above shine just a little bit brighter. An arm winds around your waist to hold you closer, and the lyrics to the music lose their meaning, the tune grows meandering and unimportant compared to how he smiles so, so gently. 

If asked, you’re not sure that you’d be able to think of a single thing you wouldn’t give up to recklessly chase after this feeling with him. Safe, warm, loved. It’d been there from the beginning, quietly growing subtle roots until it ingrained itself too deep to remove - as if you’d want to. 

That night, you nearly tell him you love him. Something stays your tongue, but you’re not quite sure what it might have been. Tomorrow, you promise yourself as he brings you to your door and kisses you so sweetly that you can do nothing but melt in his hold. Tomorrow, you resolve as you watch him backpedal down the street, giving you that smile you favor so much. 

Tomorrow, you promise the following day as the market quiets following such a busy event, unwilling to break the peace for a confession you’re not entirely confident he’s ready for. Instead, you prop your elbow on your stall’s counter and watch as he smiles at the grocer. As he squats to the level of a child that’s examining fruits, and offers one of the familiar candies from your stall to him. 

Over the child’s head, he catches your eye, and the placating smile turns to one that’s teeth and pink cheeks, embarrassment at having been caught with such softness but not ashamed enough to stop. In the heat of the afternoon, the quiet murmur of the bazaar, the daylight stretching the shadows long as the sun crosses its apex and begins to descend, everything feels the closest to perfection you could ever achieve.

Tomorrow doesn’t come. 

Or rather, it does, but he’s missing. The grocer mentions he’d stepped out of the city to make a run for sunsettias, then left on an errand with a golden-haired newcomer and their floating companion. The Traveler, you recognize vaguely from gossip through the grapevine. They’d keep him safe, surely, but you can’t help but feel a looming sense of dread when he doesn’t return that evening. 

For the first time in months, you eat your dinner alone. 

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The tables are turned, for once. It’s you that worries over his well-being, so much so that you close your stand for the day and pace around your home like a caged animal. Certainly he must be fine, but he would’ve mentioned it to you if he were leaving, wouldn’t he? It feels wrong to not be aware of his presence, to not simply turn your head and have him at the corner of your vision as a steady presence. 

The grocer stops by to drop a few pieces of produce off, an attempt to check on you and reassure you of the wanderer’s safety with the Traveler. It does little to assuage your fears - nothing does, until the door opens and it’s filled with a familiar silhouette.

Except it’s… not. 

There’s a different set to his shoulders. A tension that lingers for a moment too long before it bleeds away at the sight of you. But his eyes are still the same, taking you in with immeasurable reverence that doesn’t fade even as he steps into your home that’s dimmer than the midday market outside. One, two, three long strides bring him to you, close enough to yank you to his chest and hold you impossibly tight with both arms. 

“I’m sorry.”

Even the tone is different. It’s lower, more tentative, almost as if he expects you to refuse him. Adamant, you wrap your arms tight around his waist and link your hands together, squeezing with everything you can muster as you mumble into the fabric over his chest. “You should be. You had me so worried.”

“That’s… I’m sorry for that, too.”

“You’re sorry for something else?” Pulling your head back, you look up at him. Nothing could have prepared you for the way his face falls, his lip drawing between his teeth as he takes in the sight of your confusion and weariness. 

There is no stalling further. His hand comes to the back of your head, bringing you back close again as he speaks over your shoulder. “I need to ask you something. Don’t be afraid to tell me the truth. Even if you think it will hurt me.”

“And if it will hurt me?”

“It’ll hurt more if I don’t ask it at all.” His chest beneath your cheek shudders with his exhalation, its wavering shaking you to your core as you realize it’s tinged with tears once he continues. “If someone walked in here that looked and sounded just like me, but they were inarguably an evil person… would you still want to stay with them?”

“Looks and sounds like you…?”

“If you couldn’t tell the difference, beyond the knowledge that for the entirety of their existence, so many of the actions they’d taken were for horrible, inexcusable reasons.”

It shouldn’t be a simple answer. The question he’s posed to you has so many layers despite its surface-level simplicity. But with the way he looks at you - wild, desperate, clinging to the hope for an answer that lets him stay close to you - it only takes you a moment to come to a conclusion that settles into place like a key turning a lock. Smooth, easy, with a satisfying click.

“Whoever that person might’ve been… they’re not who you are now.” His breath hitches, stilling under where you rest your head. Whether that’s the right answer or the wrong, you’re unsure, but you’re too far to backtrack now. “I know who you are. People are allowed to change, that’s just what humans do.”

“I’m not human.”

He’s not. He’s told you so himself that he was created, not born. But it’s easy enough to forget that fact when he’s here in front of you, trembling in your arms and clinging desperately to the normalcy you’ve unknowingly provided. The front he puts up is so convincing that you’re not sure it’s even false anymore - he’s experienced all there is to being a human.

“But you’re close enough, aren’t you? You laugh, and you hurt. You’re hurting right now. And the most important part of being a human is love.” Pulling back enough to look at him, to note the shine of tears and the harshness of his bite on his bottom lip to hide its quivering, you ask, “Do you feel love?”

“Yes. So much, it’s killing me.”

“Ah, you just need to let it out then. Of course, I’d stay with you. If it’s like you say, then there’s a long road ahead, and I’m happy to walk it with you, if you’ll let me.”

Choked laughter leaves him, high-pitched and disbelieving. It signals the floodgates of his tears falling, and he releases one arm from you to rub at his eyes to catch them before they fall. It’s a futile effort, one you’re happy to see, even as he surges forward to kiss you, wetting your cheeks with his own. 

Against your lips he murmurs, muffled and sloppy, “Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou-”

As if you would have left him after coming to know him like this. It only hurts for a second that the thought had even crossed his mind to doubt - and perhaps that doubt will creep back in over the coming days. When things are difficult or when stirrings of a life past-lived come back to rear its head, threatening the tenuous peace he’s found. 

There are times that he looks at you with eyes that aren’t as familiar. They’re darker, edged sharply, but it’s still him. A different facet shining in the light, but if you tilt your head, you can see the core of him that lies beneath. Still the same, no matter how he refracts it. As he comes and goes, it feels as if a new page turns each time - some new, some old. A wildness exists that seeps through, visible only when he holds you a little too tight, kisses you a little too hard. 

Unsteadiness is something he’s worn since the first day you’ve met him, and with the return of memories he’d lost, it doesn’t settle over him as often as it once had. Only when you notice the shift does he avoid your gaze, the sheepish little smile lifting the weight on your heart, and his in turn.

He’s trying. That’s enough, you think.

[zoropookie]

HWAT, WHAT WAS FURINA AND VENTI DOIN IN THE GC?? WERE THEY LIKE.. SPIES??

But seriously, im gonna miss this series so damn much, like i remember checking to see if you updated and like, hating on childe and scara on the first chapters, my pookie has grown up so fast she now writes for 3 smaus😔🥲 (im younger)

Once sweet melodies is out im rushing to make a yn sona, i rlly wanna let you see my sona of the hhab series, i made 2 (one is yn and one is a self insert part of yn's gang lolol)

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so furina didn't really know what she was getting into when she agreed to this, because she thought it was something that would take less than an hour. when in fact, it took more than that and she ended up really liking ynkiss lmao. venti's job was to make Sure they got together in this universe, and instead of nudging them towards each other in a healthy way, he decided to put ei to the task of consistently poking and prodding at scara to make hate accounts :) it'll make more sense in his smau but that's 1/3 of the ventiverse series surprise!!!

pleeeasseee i'm genuinely going to burst into tears if you keep going like i honestly believe had you guys not had been so engaged i wouldn't have went through with it. i know there was a lot i didn't explain but i'll definitely get to that in more content! you are a very funny person, i hope you're very satisfied with the story as far as the main plot is concerned.

and please let me see them! i love seeing your guys ynsonas, and i'm even more excited to see the self insert!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that's what it's All about. seeing your guy's minds