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[xiaoswrld]

[devosin]

PROLOGUE — are you seriously doing this over text ?!

warnings: scaramouche pov, break-up scene, kazuha x scaramouche, depictions of a panic attack, self hatred, insecurities, being referred to as 'unlovable', breaking objects, depictions of anxiety, melt down(?), written portion below.

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Scaramouche stared at his phone, blankly, waiting—no, praying for a response, turning his phone on and off, only to be met with a blank screen. The panic had settled in awhile ago, making home in his anxious mind, yet now a feeling of dread washed over him.

He was currently hunched over, on the floor, with each moment that passed, his senses heightened, suddenly the air felt too heavy to breath in, his lungs felt small, the silence in his room that he often favored was now too overbearing, the dead of the night made his anxiety worse—his insecurities rouse up to the surface, for a second his mind gave him the peace of silence, the freedom, the deception of calmth—yet within moments, memories replayed themselves in his head.

His previous doubts, failures, dreadful moments of paranoia, crept to the surface, and the previous insecurities that drowned him, so much so that it led to this very moment in time, had submerged him.

For a second, he heard the sound of a notification—for a brief moment, the world surrounding him slowed down, and he could finally breathe, only to be met with some random delivery update . . In a blank fit of rage, he threw his phone across the room, trying to distance himself as much as he could from the wretched device.

You know, sometimes he wished he was normal, and could just handle things like a normal fucking person. And just handle rejection and failure, but he wasn't normal . . he will never be normal.

He curled into himself, giving his body a break, it felt like a boulder had crashed over his entire being. Scaramouche tried to breathe only to choke in the process, only then did he realize he was hyperventilating, tears falling from his useless eye sockets, he carelessly rubbed the tears away, only for more to come out.

It felt like the dam, held together by glue and sticks, had finally broke, and so did all those stupid walls he had made. He wasn't an emotional person, emotions are pathetic but he had buried these feelings of insecurities for so long, that there was only so long until he'd break.

To be fair, he knew his actions would catch up to him, he knew his flaws made him unlovable, yet he hoped, he had moment of hope that maybe, just maybe, he could still be loved trough all his scars, but those scars made him who he was, and who he was, was an unlovable freak.

Scaramouche took a shaky breath, his hand grasped the locket placed so carefully around his neck, and he tugged, pulled, until the thin chain ripped, and he threw it, as far as he could, yet everywhere he looked there was traces of him. . . and no matter how many things he broke, no matter how many things he threw away . . he would never fucking escape the reminders, that he lost something that made him feel whole, and that he was truly a freak of nature.

Scaramouche woke up, somehow he had fallen asleep in the middle of the floor, his eyes swollen, bloodshot, he could really use some coffee right now . . or alcohol . . anything that could briefly erase this mess of emotions, he got up off the floor, inspecting the damage in his bedroom, and some part of him was grateful that his roommate was away for the week.

"where's my fucking phone?", he muttered to no one in particular, his voice came out raspy, and only then did he realize how dry his throat was . . he should really drink some water. . and eat something while he's at it, since he didn't bother eating the take-out he ordered last night.

Scaramouche lifted up his phone, the screen now cracked, the damage a reflection of his outburst from last night, he broke the screen protector a couple days ago too . . he tried turning on the wretched device, it was brand new and he did not look forward to fixing the damage.

'why isn't it fucking turning on?!?!' he wondered, about to throw it again, for good measure . . . Great, something else good he lost last night.

Scaramouche looked around the room again, his shoulders slumped, he couldn't find the locket Kazuha gave him, it disappeared into thin air, lost . . he felt like crying again, his eyes watering as the emotions that plagued him last night slowly rose up to the surface once more.

Yet all he could do, this time, was tiredly letting it take over, letting the world fade as he allowed himself to drown in the sea of his own consequences.

Kazuha is the one of the two or three people Scaramouche 'really' opened up too, and that resulted in Kazuha making a lot of excuses for Scaramouche's emotional outbursts.

Scaramouche would often let his insecurities take over, and question Kazuha, it wasn't something that was too bad in the beginning, but as Scaramouche got closer to Kazuha, and their relationship grew more long-term, it definitely got to an obsessive point.

Kazuha is aware that breaking up over the fucking text was really stupid, but he really didn't think he could handle doing it in person, he also knows he should've communicated more.

THIS ISN'T ABOUT HIM !! — After a rough breakup with your long-term partner and highschool sweetheart Diluc, you met Kazuha, you're current boyfriend. The two of you bonded over your past relationships and chose to heal together. However, things start going array as individuals from your past, come back to meddle with your newfound peace.

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[xiaoswrld]

( ≧ᗜ≦) me + diluc = lovers ♡

★⊹﹒time 4 — RETRIBUTION

# MY HERO ★☆ IN THE NIGHT !

[icallyoumylord]

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ

ꜰʀᴏᴍ: ɢᴇɴꜱʜɪɴ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴅɪʟᴜᴄ, ɪᴛᴛᴏ, ᴢʜᴏɴɢʟɪ, ᴅᴏᴛᴛᴏʀᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: !ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ! ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ, ᴅᴏᴛᴛᴏʀᴇ! ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ʏᴇᴛ ᴅᴏᴛᴛᴏʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ'ꜱ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ, ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ʙᴇ ʜᴏʀɴʏ ♡

✧･ﾟᴅɪʟᴜᴄ

- Diluc is definitely the type who wouldn't demonstrate jealousy. rather cross his hands on his chest, breathing in a full breath, trying to focus on the work.

secondly, I don't even think he's the jealous guy. listen, Diluc knows you won't cheat on him, thus he can trust you.

- soft kisses on your forehead, which means "let's go home, darling" or he'd hold you by your waist which also means "she's mine".

- the redhead man is pretty good at hiding his emotions, as a matter of fact, no matter how long you two have been together, it's still difficult for you to understand his feelings.

- i guess, if somehow he gets jealous, the answer is obvious - he's out of town. just imagining someone hitting on you encourages him to have some feelings.

- if diluc caught kaeya (yep, that man knows he'd be jealous) or another bold person who'd dare to offer you a drink - well, that is time for retribution..

"honey, come here", pointing to his lap with his palms, Diluc sat on the chair, looking directly into your eyes, observing you taking off your shirt, exposing your bare beasts to the cool night air. "i want you to know you're mine. only mine". 

you smiled, sitting on his lap, burying your nose in a man's shoulder - you know that. you started a path of kisses from his shoulder to the neck, each time lingering longer.  you placed both of your palms on his cheeks, gently rubbing the skin with the thumbs; Diluc tilted his head back, exposing the neck, thus you could leave mark on his skin.

"your wish is my command, my love" he groaned. "now tell me, my angel" he raised his head to again meet your stare. "should we do gentle this night?"

✧･ﾟɪᴛᴛᴏ

- clingy clingy clingy and clingy.

- DON'T GET ME WRONG HERE, but. i'm imagining him practically doing everything to get your attention. "heeey, y/n, look, there's super duper huge onikabuto!!" or "let's find out how long can i stand on my head without breathing!" you know - itto being itto things.

- and i bet he's got your attention.

- acting childish and maybe silly, but all to get that guy away from you.

- arataki itto, the head of the arataki gang himself.. will propose a contest of bugs. yep, that's right.

- yet being serious here, it's known that you belong to onni, it's evident on your neck: hickeys and marks and also his hands all over your body whenever you leave the house.

- first, when itto saw you and some guy talking, the next second he'd be holding your waist and kissing your cheeks.

- don't get me wrong here, but i'm sure both of you 'like' to play this game. moreover - you enjoy it!

"don't fucking touch yourself. take my cock deeper, i wanna be balls deep in that cute little mouth of yours" by now, you've realized how wrong it was to ignore him. however, there's something you're finding pleasure in: standing on your knees in the Chinju Forest and being a mouthful of cock and dripping pussy. the picture of you gagging on his big dick in the middle of the forest truly thrilling Itto's mind: he licks his dry lips, giving you some time to catch your breath.

"you've been ignoring me for hours and now you're gagging on my fucking cock, how sweet it is! daddy can't take it, too big? just suck my dick, honey".

even though you're far from a winner, the fact that in your "who loses because of jealousy" challenge you won - you smirk, knowing that you'll get your desired trophy at home.

✧･ﾟᴢʜᴏɴɢʟɪ

- not as clingy as itto, not as malicious as dottore, yet zhongli is rather calm.

- he will be standing quietly behind your back while you tell a group of people about cor-lapis.

- nothing happens in liyue without him knowing, so he'll know exactly who tried to invite you to tea.

- however, the whole liyue knows that you are already with him.

- i don't think zhongli could be jealous at all. he's more likely to be worried if you're okay and no one is bothering you.

- but, he still might be a little jealous, although he's contradicted himself. it's more about that young vigorous boy you're working with.

"you know you're mine, y/n. and i'm all yours, darling." zhongli started, slowly undressing you, standing on his knees and taking your panties off. he kisses your ankles gently, staring deeply into your eyes; you simply can't take your eyes off the way how willingly and sexily he's kissing his way up to the most intimate.

"zhongli.." you moaned, running your fingers through his silky hair.

"yes, darling?" the man still found strength and politeness, despite being on the verge of exhaustion. "tell me, what's the problem?"

you would have tried to say something, but his deft tongue that touched your clit - made you mewl, opening your mouth in a speechless moan.

"I think I know what you want".

✧･ﾟᴅᴏᴛᴛᴏʀᴇ

- answer me.. do you wanna die?? if not, why the heck are you making him jealous? even if you did it unconsciously, don't do it.

- he is the exact opposite of Itto: this man would probably be staring and smirking, imagining thousands of examples of torture he'd gladly reward that lucky man.

- even the fatui are afraid to look at you since they're awarded of dottore's power. when you asked your partner about that, he shrugged, carefully stirring the contents of the test tube: "I have no idea, baby."

- rather cold-blooded than acting emotionally. the harbinger is even apprehensive about the fact that he does care about a miserable boy who's trying to get your attention and the way you're trying to hide your smile, cause you know what your partner will do to him.

- if the doctor, as i said before, finds his intentions beyond the boundaries of what of permissible, dottore would grab you by your waist and place his hand on your cheek, saying: "darling, is that guy bothering you?"

- say "yes", and no one will ever see this boy.

- you are only his toy, his little thing to play with, why is that guy even peeking at you?

- the second dottore is done with that unlucky man, he'll be patient: taking his time to play a little game with you.

"what is it, y/n, can't take it anymore?" surely teasing you, as his two fingers are stretching your pussy. to his command "do not interrupt eye contact" with your tearful eyes, you're observing him smiling mockingly whilst his second hand is playing with your clit. both of your hands are tied above the headboard as you're trying not to move your knees together of how intensive and ending those feelings are.

"'m c-cum-ming!" you tried to mumble, yet all in vain: you whimpered some inaudible words as your mind got blurred in consequence of your other upcoming orgasm.

"not now, slut, not now." dottore is cooing, gently stroking your inner thighs. "after all, that's your punishment" he pulled out his fingers, just to put them in his mouth to have a taste of you.

"you taste so sweet, my little toy, do you mind if I lick your juices, darling?

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[heartsia]

Olá, você faria icons do diluc na skin dele (red dead of night)? e se possível um header combinando... 🫣

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