#kunikuzushi comfort

[minminho0]

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◈Irresistible◈

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<Scaramouche x Reader>

- Smut

Summary: Scaramouche can't resist anymore and decided to make his dreams come true.

Warnings: Somnophilia, yandere, creampie, blood, rape, badly written smut.

A/n: first time writing smut lol

I cant believe i worte this after we went to church🤕

I hope you enjoy~!

✳Masterlist✳

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"You're not going to escape me" he said while looking over the unconscious body below.

He startes draging the body to his bathroom to clean up the stained blood that is currently scattered around your body. While washing your body, he cant help but admire how beautiful you are and how your clothes hug your body so perfectly. It makes him wonder if you specifically wore this dress just for him. All that admiring makes him quite hard. He took of your clothes off and threw it on a random corner. He wasted no time and started kissing, sucking and marking your skin. He carried you effortlessly and started heading to his bedroom, still biting your skin and grinding his clothed dick on you. 

He finally got to his room and opened the door. He gently threw you on to his bed and hurriedly took off his clothes.

He reached for his drawer and pulled out a bittle of lube, he put some on your vagina and his dick and threw the lube on the side.

He slowly insterted his tip and he quickly moaned out in delight.

"Ah~ this is much better that i thought" he looked up and saw your face, still asleep. He pushed his entire length inside of you and he noticed your face shaked a bit before going back to your relax face.

"Mhm~ ha.. You're so pretty~ ahh!" He started thrusting in and out of you, starting with a slow pace quickly being replaced with a quicker one as it progresses.

He was to last in pleasure, he didn't even realized he already came.

"Ha! Ha... Mhm~.." He slowly came down from his high and stared at your face.

"You're so beautiful~" he said before kissing your lips. He pulled out of you and quickly saw his cum oozing out of you.

"So pretty~ i love you so much" he mumbled. He cleaned you up and put some clothes onto you and him. He carried you to your room and tacked you in your bed.

"Good night, Darling~" he kissed your forhead and started walking to his room.

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I hope you enjoyed it~!

-April 9, 2023

[lustlovehart]

Hiii! I've never done this before but... What if Scara and reader had a fight... Like a fight fight... and reader was seriously injured due to him being blinded be emotions... What do you think would the aftermath of this...?

A/n: Yet again, another ask that i was originally gonna js give a short thought to, turned into something longer *sigh* (I need to stop doing this).

Summary: [Angst/Comfort ] He could never say sorry, even in the moments it mattered.

Warnings: Harm to reader, Scars, Unrealistic Writing of getting hit with lightning

During his time in the fatui, no one exactly had the galls of stopping his rampages. The balladeer is quite famed for his regular intervals of anger, you’re no stranger to it yourself, you’ve seen him mad. it’s just…

Hes never been angry towards you.

You’d get the occasionally scoff every now and then if you uttered something he found foolish, but never has he lashed out at you to such a degree. Not to this level. He’s painfully reminded by his ignorance as soon as his hand crafted eyes lay sight upon your bare form, a body, a human body, covered in scars from lightning. Lightning he inherited, lightning he engaged, lightning he struck you with.

There’s no doubt, the silence is defeaning while you sit with him in the empty room, waiting for one of the medical professionals in the fatui to check on you.

He’s silent. It’s rare. He’s never been quiet for more than 5 minutes with you. He’s either complaining or attempting to make small talk a vast majority of the time, typically the former. But he doesn’t, he doesn’t even stare at you like he always does. You’re about to break the silence before the harbinger breaks it for you.

“You don’t look okay.” He doesn’t look at you, his vision trained on the white tile at his feet.

“Yeah. you struck me with lightning.”

…

“oh.”

It doesn’t hit you until he releases a quiet ‘oh’ from his mouth. Something you probably know better than anyone else that has been on teyvat within his 500 year lifespan.

This man can not say sorry.

“oh? Oh? Kunikuzushi put your pride away for one second.” you don’t try to hide the frustration in your voice. You truly did not mind the eccentricities the puppet in front of you holds, you never did, not even when you first met him.

He still doesn’t answer but you can see the way his face winces and widens in the same moment. Seems he got way too accustomed to ‘Kuni’ and ‘Scara’ to remember that you do in fact remember his given name.

“What else should I say to you? I’ll strike harder next time?” He isn’t getting mad, he was only infuriated earlier, but not now. You can see his demeanor start changing. Whether it be in the direction you want it to go, you’re not sure yet.

“Maybe a sorry? An apology? A “oh forgive me [Name] I love you so much?” He doesn’t answer you, he only scoffs and fall back onto the back of his chair. You don’t miss the way his fingers dig into the cloth of his clothing, probably using it as a replacement for human skin.

The man can’t breathe, but you can hear him inhale and exhale before his next words.

“i don’t know what happened. I didn’t mean to- well not at you.” It comes out softer than the other words hes said to you the entire period of time in the room. His eyes are finally off the floor, trying their best to maintain contact with your own.

Once again, all thats left between the space of you two, is silence. You look away from him for a moment, fiddling with the blanket draped over your legs. You’d like to assume that’s the closest you’ll get to an ‘I’m sorry from him’, but you can’t accept that, so you don’t reply. Ever since waking up, you never were able to see the scars on your body, only the ones on your arms. You wonder if they look hideous.

Your hand reaches behind you to your back, your fingers grazing whatever part you assume suffers scarring.

“Are you worried about how it looks?”

“No, not at all, fighting is commonplace in the fatui.”

“Lying isn’t good, you told me that yourself didn’t you?” Damn him and his pristine memory. You can never remember where you leave your keys yet he can remember things you’ve said to him years ago?

…

“No matter how scarred and beaten you are you’re still [Name] are you not?” With the way he’s looking at you, you’re sure this is another thing he’d want to keep out of the publics knowledge. “Even without your face i’d strike someone down for you in an instant.”

“Oh like you did to me?”

“…” Seems the sweet moment was ruined. You don’t mind though, it’s funny to you.

The weeks that followed still held some tension. You’d refused to see him for awhile. When asked by some trembling lower subordinate, one in which the harbinger had personally sent, why you weren’t seeing him, your reply made the soldier fear for his own downfall.

“He’s insufferable right now. I’ll talk to him when he shows me he’s not a man child who can’t admit his faults.” You’ve always been able to put up with his outbursts, but right now, you realize maybe you should turn up your attitude with him.

After that unfortunate event, not unfortunate for you, for the fatuss, your days have seemingly been more dull. You’ve forgotten just how eccentric the balladeer is. Waking up never seemed so boring, the puppet would either be by your side in the early mornings, or knocking on the door ready to whisk you away.

Seems that routine is coming back.

“Oh? Have you finally swallowed your ego-“

“I’m sorry.”

Seems he couldn’t go any longer without you, how sweet.

Tagging this, I was super confused if this could be characterized as angst w/ comfort or fluff. I just did both though.

[un-lawliet]

— Respect

— a small drabble in which you fall, and Scaramouche saves you.

“Hey.”

You’re blinking up at a light in which you cannot perceive, blurred blobs of illumination merge together to create a kaleidoscope of unsures and confusion.

“Hey c’mon I can’t sit with you forever y’know?”

You groan.

The light blends together to create a canvas of blue before you and you blink again and see another pair of darker blue eyes blink back.

Huh?

A palm softly slaps at your cheek, and you wince at the resounding sound in your head.

“You’re just being lazy now.” And that voice, you’d recognise anywhere.

“Scaramouche?” You mumble, reaching a hand out towards the blurry face above you.

Your finger tips touch the soft skin of his cheek, and if your head didn’t hurt so much, you’d probably have gasped and withdrawn your touch the second you breached contact.

It’s no secret that you harbour a tremendous liking respect for the man above you, and usually, you would stutter and awkwardly converse with him, but for now, now you’re tired and sore and logic has burned to crisp.

“Yea, yea it’s me.” He replies, flicking your forehead gently.

Your head is in his lap, cushioned by his thighs, and you’re entirely confused and disoriented, but your hand on his face grounds you.

You trace a finger across his features, stopping briefly at the plush of his lips, because even in your fragmented state, you know what boundaries to stray from.

“What happened?” You whisper, your voice croaky and scathed, a result of your unknown injury.

“You fell.” Scaramouche says plainly, his eyes scanning your face, taking in the small cuts and bruises littering your pretty face.

“I did?”

“You did.”

Everything hurts.

-And that must show on your face, by the way he slowly moves you to a more comfortable position.

“Where?” You hear him ask, his voice almost sounding bored, but you swear you could hear concern.

“Huh-”

“Where does it hurt, idiot.” He reaffirms, glancing back at your eyes again.

“I-is everywhere an option?”

Scaramouche tuts, shaking his head.

You go to remove your hand, feeling more conscious, but gasp when you feel his hand on your own, pulling it back to his cheek.

He doesn’t look back at you, looking away with a sigh, when your eyes open slightly wider and a small, inconspicuous smile crosses your face.

And you understand.

“You caught me.”

“Can’t have you being more of a burden to this journey.”

You grin, despite the roaring in your head.

“Thank you for saving me Kuni.” You whisper, letting your head fall to the side, away from his gaze.

“Tch.”

And to your greatest, eternal surprise Scaramouche grasps your wrist and places a tender kiss to the palm of your hand.

It’s fleeting, but you feel it, and your entire body warms.

“You get five more minutes.” He says, refusing to meet your gaze, “And then we’re moving again.”

And you nod and close your eyes, a peaceful smile on your face as succumb to your tiredness at last.

And what you don’t feel is the gentle way he brushes your hair out of your face, and the tiny smile that he regards you with, relieved you were ok.

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A/N - SOMEONE DM’D ME AND ASKED FOR SCARAMOUCHE SO I PROVIDED !!

this was entirely based off of scaramouche saving the traveller in the new event EEEK ! anyway i always write something small before i start posting regularly again !!! thank u for reading and i love u soooo much <333

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[su-rodriguez]

This AU don't have sense. This exist cuz I like the aestethic of Kabukimono and Abyss Prince together, lol. This is something I wrote last year. Here the two "chapters" and two silly chibis

[bohbee]

Do you think you could do some genshin characters reacting to you flinching during a fight? 👉🏻👈🏻 Im not picky with which characters as long as Childe is included

Flinching During an Argument, Genshin.

Part 1?

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Characters: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Wanderer.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, misunderstandings, past abusive relationships, insecurities, yelling, blood (unrelated), potential harming.

Notes: There are some kinds of spoilers for The Wanderers but yeah >:). Sorry for not writing for a long time, there's been a lot of stressful things happening in my life right now but I'm trying to write more :). There will be more parts to this I just don't know when.

Childe (Tartaglia, Ajax)

The room which was usually filled with laughs and smiles now had a dark aura. Both occupants of the household argue with each other, in a fit of rage and hurt. "Ajax please just listen to me! I could've lost you!" You said, wiping the tears from your eyes, a shudder left your chest as your boyfriend's eyes darkened towards you. His boots took a step forward and he pointed his finger toward you.

"You always underestimate me!" A vein popped from his forehead, the air getting thick causing your heart to speed up. "Ajax I di-" He cut you off with a shout causing you to back up into the wall "No! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I SUFFERED THROUGH TO BE SEEN LIKE THAT"

He went to push the hair out of his eyes, his gloved hand swayed in front of your face causing you to cover your eyes, frightened of his next course of action. Your knees buckle slightly. Childe's movements came to a halt, and his annoyance quickly left, now filled with shock and pain.

"Dove... I-" he started to speak, his hands gently grabbing yours, delicately not to strike for negative emotions in you. As he moved your defense, he winced at your fear-struck face, tears he caused painting your skin. "I would never... ever harm you... I'm so- so sorry" He opened his arms slowly, trying not to frighten you, offering for you to hug him, and you pounced into his grasp. Small sobs emitted from your throat, "I'm sorry- I just don't want to -hic- lose you, and I-" your rambling was cut off by a small hush from the ginger.

"I would never leave you... I was being unreasonable, let's just drop it for now, come on I'll take you to the bedroom."

The rest of the day was filled with soft hums, and both of you enjoyed each other's presence. "My dove?" Tartaglia's voice was soft, you looked up to meet his eyes questioning him. "C'mon let's go to a restaurant.... let me treat you?" He said, well more of asked... still not knowing how much you were willing to do. "Of course.... let's go."

Diluc

Nothing was different from today than any other day, you went on commissions and came home to your loving husband. However, the crimson irises begged to differ. "You need to stop being so reckless! You've come home yet again with a new bloodied bandage!" His tone was deep, filled with irritation and worry. Though, that didn't do much but annoy you. "Luc, please listen to me, love. This is a part of working for the Guild!"

His eyes shot toward yours, pure frustration filling his pupils. "Every. Day." He started, his body slowly getting up from where he was sitting. "I. Have. To. See. You. Get. Hurt." His body was slightly in front of you, a two-foot gap in between your bodies. "EVERY. DAMN. DAY.!" His booming voice shook the air, causing you to flinch and stumble onto the ground.

A few seconds of silence went by until he kneeled to where you fell. "I am deeply sorry, I- it was never my intention to frighten you, my love." His eyes were filled with shame and insecurity, his gloved hand reached out to you slowly. You softly grabbed it allowing him to pull you up and into a hug, watching for your injuries. "I'm sor-" you started but your husband shushed you "No need dear, I must be the one to apologize. I was being rash, just promise me that you'll be more careful?"

You nodded softly and hugged his torso a bit tighter, the both of you stood in the common room for a while before he broke away from the embrace. "Why don't you let me re-bandage your injuries and then after we can go for a walk?"

As the day continued on, the well-known couple could be seen walking down the paths of the outskirts of Monstadt. Hand in hand, soft delicate smiles painting both of their features.

Kaeya

Sadly, petty arguments with Kaeya always happened, it was all fine though. None of it really went far, that is until now. The two of you were in his office at the KOF building, snapping at each other. Snarky comments and shouts were heard throughout the whole building, though no one dared to enter not even Lisa nor Jean.

"You are being unreasonable!" you shouted at the blue-haired male who only scoffed back, he stood from his seat and turned his back away from you. "For the last time, now listen real closely and get it through your more than thick skull." He slowly turned towards you, his deep frustrated tone quickly shutting you up. "She was NOT flirting with me, just because you're insecure does not mean you get to PROJECT your feelings on me nor the poor lady who was being nice."

His words made you wince, stepping back in shock as you look up into his eyes with hurt, no more than hurt..... betrayal "oh." Your head bobbed in a quick nod as you went to leave the room. "W-wait.... (y/n) shit... I didn't mean-" he chased after you. The people in the city watched in shock which only rubbed the salt more in your wound.

You finally made it to your home, your boyfriend rushing in behind you. No words were spoken, his strong arms yanked you into a hug as you sobbed into his chest. "I....... I am so so sorry snowflake......" your loud cries pulled at his heart strings. After gathering your emotions, you went to respond, feeling guilty for the situation. "You were ri-" his soft lips slammed onto yours, effectively stopping your words. "Don't even think about finishing that sentence."

The two of you made an executive decision to take some time off together in which Jean more than happily approved of. The two of you were now in the amazing city of Sumeru, sitting together in the Grand Bazaar. Your head laying on his soft shoulder as both of you watch the amazing dancers.

Wanderer (Kuni)

You and the umbrella hat male were walking down a trail in the outskirts of Gandharva Ville, when suddenly a random root appeared from nowhere, which caused your body to fling forward into the ground. The Wanderer turned around slightly shocked, he laughed slightly and swung his hand to help you up. But the sudden motion frightened you and caused you to cower backwards. "I'm sorry!" you yelped out while closing your eyes, preparing for the hit that would never come.

Kuni looked at you shocked, no words left his mouth, he was truly stunned at the scene in front of him. You soon opened your eyes and looked to the side embarrassed, "I- uh- sorry heh, that's embarrassing.... well lets uh continue." You stood up and brushed your pants off and walked past your "new" boyfriend, expecting him to follow you. Though his next words, stopped your movements.

"What......" he paused before slightly hanging his head in shame "I know I used to... treat you unfairly....... just know that I am trying to get better." he muttered before walking to you and gripping the back of your shirt. "I don't want to lose nor hurt the one I love...." he mumbled before he slowly and awkwardly hugged you from behind.

"I know you are trying.... don't think I've given up on you Ku.... I trust you."

Over time, the two of you slowly dropped your walls with each other, becoming closer than ever. He was a completely different person than the one you used to date. Same face..... same body.... same soul..... just different purpose.

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I hope this is good :), I love you guys... also dude why are genshin characters written so WELL gah damn!

[damianito]

The warm hug of your enemy

[catboydreamer]

“you need to let him go” Scaramouche x reader

author notes: prerelationship, deals with themes of an abusive relationship between reader and current partner, can be read as platonic or as showing developing feelings but it’s up to you:) it’s purely self indulgent so ye:)

he watches from afar, giving you space and time. even as he watches the light fall from your eyes. even as he sees your shoulders straighten when he’s around. how small you try to make yourself. 

and yet, the opposing man tries to say he loves you dearly. 

Scaramouche always narrows his eyes, not believing it for a minute. and yet, you’ve told him to not interfere. he sees no reason for it but listens regardless. 

but… things become dangerous. 

Scaramouche was still awake at one am. of course he was. a book lay on his lap as he lazily read through the text, mostly trying to pass time. he’d be a liar if he said he wasn’t thinking of you. 

there’s a soft knock on the door. it’s followed by a much harsher knock. Scaramouche jumps up, grumbling, “I’m coming, I’m coming.” 

when he swings open the door, he doesn’t expect to see you. then, he sees a larger shadow out there. he pushes you into the house and walks out. he knew exactly who it was. 

“you know what? you aren’t welcome here. I don’t give two shits if they want you here or not, I’m not allowing it. I’ll drop them off when this is all over.”

“you can’t fucking talk to me like that. I didn’t do shit to you?!”

“I’m not a blind man. I can see what you’ve done to them. So get. out. “

with that, Scaramouche turns on his heel and slams his door shut. it vibrates throughout the house. 

you’re drenched in water from the rain. you insisted on walking all the way here and he followed you. 

immediately, he grabs your arm and drags you to the bathroom.

“shower. now.” 

he slams the door behind him and marches to his bedroom. his hands tremble over giving you his own clothes to wear. he’s unsure if the pants will fit properly but he knows there’s a drawstring so at the very least you can tighten it. 

his palms are sweaty as he makes his way back to the bathroom. he knocks on the door before yelling, “I GOT YOUR CLOTHES.” 

he puts a hand over his face as he opens the door. it’s super steamy in the bathroom already. as he collects your wet clothes off the floor he grumbles, “tch. don’t burn your skin off.”

he runs your clothes through the washer and dryer for you

by the time all is done, you are emerging from the bathroom. he still works at his previous task of putting the kettle on. 

some warm tea will help relax you a bit, surely. 

you slowly walk into the kitchen, cautiously.

Scaramouche doesn’t even turn around, simply speaks, “you’re welcome here. there’s no use in being shy.” 

you sigh as you sit at the table. a shell of your previous self. the one he grew to know so easily.

“I’m sorry for coming by so late,” your voice comes out low.

you hate the person you are right now. but you’re starting to resent himmore. 

Scaramouche shot you a glare just as the tea kettle started wheezing. he quickly pours the water into an empty cup and pops a tea bag in. he stirs it together. carrying it over to you felt easy and simple . 

your hands go to cup the tea, enjoying the warmth radiating off of the cup.

“I guess I’ll start with why I’m here,” you pause to take in a deep breath, “he asked me to go with him to go live with his mother. the war over there finally subsided and apparently it’s time to go home. I told him no, and he screamed at me. endlessly for a minute. I locked myself in my bathroom for at least fifteen minutes as he taunted me on the other side. by the time I gathered my courage to get out I already knew I was going to come see you. I don’t know why but I felt out of everyone you would get it the most. you could say… I felt safest telling you.” 

you were trembling by the time you finished speaking. unbeknownst to you, tears streamed down your face. 

Scaramouche stood leaning against the counter, arms crossed. he moved from his spot and kneels in front of you so you could see him face to face.

“you need to leave that bastard. now. and pray to god I never get my hands on that motherfucker.” 

you felt stone cold. you knew what needed to be done but only fear ran through you. 

“what if he tries to tell our friends I was the abuser?”

“if they listen to that scumbag they don’t deserve you anyways,” scaramouche spits out angrily. 

he takes your hand into his, “seriously. he is going to hurt you, and I cannot let that happen. do you understand?” 

you nod but gulp roughly. “I’m scared.”

A hint of a smile appears on his face. “I know. I can come with you if it’ll make you feel safer.”

you nod vigorously. 

Scaramouche lets out a tiny laugh and stands up. he runs a hand through your hair before offering a hand to you. “Ready to get this shit over with?”

the both of you go over to your soon to be ex’s house. 

Scaramouche waits outside of his car, ready to be there if it gets out of hand. he expects that it will.

here’s how it goes: 

you break the news to your boyfriend that you are done with him.

he starts crying and pleading. you refuse to be empathetic. this angers him and he gets aggressive.

you back away from him. 

he threatens to harm himself, if there’s no you then nothing matters. 

you finally have the strength to roll your eyes and walk out the door. 

he follows you out, ready to grab onto you and pull you back until his eyes scan the driveway and see Scaramouche standing there, leaning against his car. 

“you dare to touch her and you’ll be on the ground so fucking fast.”

your ex scoffs, he was clearly bigger than Scaramouche so he didn’t believe it.

big mistake. Scaramouche was across the lawn within three seconds, an iron grip on his wrist. 

“I said. don’t. touch. her.” 

Scaramouche released him and he scurried into the house. 

Scaramouche turns to you, who looks at him in awe. 

in a gentle tone you didn’t know he possessed he asks you, “you okay?” 

you nod. “I just want to go home now, please.” 

you aren’t even upset about losing all your items all of it is replaceable. 

Scaramouche drives you back to his house but not without sneaking glances at you to make sure you are truly okay.

he will slowly breath life back into you. 

[rivkadreamer]

Lonely Wanderer.

a/n: This took a little while, I kept going back and forth, I'm still trying to get a good hand at writing his personality. Anyways, enjoy your food.

Genre: Fluff, angst, Hurt/comfort(ish)

Warnings: Implied character death, not proof read

Summary: In which Wanderer muses how good it must be, this feeling called love.

Imagine Wanderer who's been longing for love for as long as he can remember.

Wanderer who different from what many people think, knows what is love and how to identify it.

He observed it as Kabukimono, in the way the father's of the blacksmith village carried their sons around their back, the way the mother's chastised their kids whenever they'd something dangerous, or in the way the uncle's would smuggle some sweets to their nieces behind the parents back, smiling sheepishly while petting their heads.

He envied it as Scaramouche. Envied the way groups of people would burst in laughter when they united after a tiring day of work, drinking away their hearts content. Envied the way people throw themselves in front of danger because of their companions, and in the way they would proudly boast about friendship, telling silly stories to each other about their mishaps as kids, laughing under their breaths while they teased each other.

And he craved it as Wanderer, in the way lovers would hold hands and walk together back home, in the way they'd whisper secrets into the night, promises with ardent devotion and smile knowingly at each other. Craved the way they'd kiss under the moonlight, hiding from everything else, and the world would be none the wiser.

He craved these connections in a way he would never admit, not even for himself. He wanted to experience it, if only for a moment. To have a taste of how it feels, even if this thought was a dangerous one for a being such as him.

And as he states his vain philosophy about how the sentiment is a hoax, as fake as the stars above, you are quick to raise an eyebrow, looking him dead in the eyes.

"And you really believe what you're saying? You don't really think that, do you?"

Wanderer does not know what caught him off guard first. Your voice or the fact that you seemingly could see right through him. It was the first time of many to come, where you stupefied him into utter silence. After a few minutes, Wanderer came back to reality to see you already staring at him, a knowing smirk on your face, as the face he was giving you made it clear that you caught him head handed on his petty little lies.

Damned be you.

Wanderer could feel himself physically recoil and turn around like a coward, spewing an insult he can't remember over his breath, then leave, running away from you.

Which brings him to the present moment, where he is once again running away from your stare as he is sitting his head on your lap. Only, this time he can't physically get out (that's what he tells you anyway, but you both know he could simply pull you away if Wanderer truly wished so).

"Hah, look into my eyes, you scaredy cat."

He couldn't, Wanderer had the impression he would go blind looking at you. So, so angel like you are, the rays of light shining upon you making you look completely ethereal on his eyes. Wanderer couldn't gaze upon you when you were this pretty. Not without losing some control of himself, anyways.

"The audacity to even utter those words. Do I have to remember you that you were the one who dragged me all the way over here?"

The small snort just bellow your breath, the way you covered your mouth to impede him to see the sure rapidly forming smile, everything you did was so lovely on his eyes.

"You and I know that if this was the case, I would've gone flying far away from you in some ditch quite a while ago."

"I just can't be bothered with you humans and your silly rituals. What is the point to come here and 'pass some time together' at all, if you won't even say anything?"

"You're not making any sense. Besides, it was you the one who said it was pathetic to make small talk just to fill up the silence."

The purple haired boy only clicked his tongue in faux distaste at that, his head moving to face you as soon as your hand cupped his cheek.

He didn't want to admit that he likes hearing you talk.

Wanderer knew exactly what the form of love was, having been chasing after it for so long, so desperately in all hundred of years he've been living on this cage masked as land. That's why he couldn't help but think, that as your soft lips touches his, you can only be love incarnate. That you're love itself.

He knows it, he feels it.

Felt in the way you called for his name, the name you gave to him. Felt in the way you'd kiss him so delicately, as if he would break, as if he was fragile. In the way you'd hold him under the warm beams of the sun, close to your chest, and let him hear your heartbeat. Or in the way you would brush off his hair out of his forehead, tracing imaginary letters and circles on his skin when you thought he was asleep. Felt the way you yearned for him, and he couldn't say it didn't felt like he was waiting for you his whole life.

But he was, even if he didn't know it before.

Because Wanderer craves love,

And you are love.

Therefore Wanderer craves you,

Wanderer loves you.

So he prays, for the first time. To any entity, to any god above. He prays and begs that you'd stay by his side just a little longer, just a little further. That your time with him wouldn't be over yet. He doesn't want this ephemeral moments with you to ever end. When he's with you, it feels like time is akin a butterfly with fluttering wings, something that can slip away from his grasp at any given time. It's wings so fragile, they can torn and break like glass cracking as soon as it hits the ground, quickly followed by it's own pieces scattering all over the place.

"Please." He pleads to no one in particular, holding your body close to his, grounding himself in the warmth that still emanates from your lying form, the fragile look on his clear amethyst eyes almost seems to be shivering, his voice betraying his emotions.

"Just a while longer. Just a bit more." He whispers reverently, feverishly trying to avoid the inevitable. If before he couldn't look at you up close because of how bright you were, now he can't rip his eyes away, trying to protect the trembling light between his fingertips.

"Don't go, never leave. Stay here, love."

[@rivkadreamer on Tumblr, please do not steal my works.]

[omsihm]

“ Can't love you anymore. ”

Sypnosis ; Two lovers slowly falling apart. [still pretty short] Contains : (Angst no comfort), anypov, modern au.

You and Scaramouche loved each other dearly. You both met at high school and were roommates that had been friends until he confessed his affection for you, giving you a bouquet and leaving it on the kitchen counter since he was too shy to give it to you face to face. You reciprocated his feelings, by placing a kiss on his cheek when he came back to your dorm. Scaramouche and you would watch movies together, where he suggests that the genre should be horror so he could hold you close when you get scared. He loved the warmth of your body, it was comforting.. But ever since the both of you decided to get married and have a house together, things decided to feel more.. distant. Scaramouche was so busy with work that he barely communicated with you, or even showed you affection for the past year. You were getting lonely, you felt that you had no one that would comfort you and support you through your toughest days. You didn't feel the love he used to shower you with anymore with how busy he was, never giving you the reassurance and feeling empty.. Your partner that you loved so much growing distant with you every passing day.. It hurt to see him just pass by you, dismissing you and explaining that he was simply tired from work and didn't want to talk. The love that you both had was dissipating, it felt as if you both were now just strangers living in the same roof. You can either leave this now loveless marriage or choose to keep putting up with it. “Kuni.. We should get a divorce.. I'm not happy anymore.” Scaramouche's eyes widen from your words, but he knew how he's been acting. Tears well up from his eyes, as he hugs your from behind nuzzling in between your neck as he cried quietly, wrapping his arms around your waist as he clings onto you. “Will you give me one last kiss then?” Kuni asks softly. “Of course, my dear.”

[zhvakinnn]

I'll kiss it goodbye

Wanderer x gn reader

A/N: if there's any mistake words or anything just let me know English is not my native language

Angst slightly, Fluff

Warning: nightmare, reverse comfort

Not again....not another betrayal he did not deserve this he saw hes friends again..the fire...the betrayal

The flames grew higher and shadows were attacking him

He drop to he's knees and covered he's ears and wished that he'll wake up eventually

Then he stand up and ran away as the shadows were this following him he ran and ran and ran until there's just a peaceful landscape

You were sitting on the grass holding a beautiful dandelion not facing him

Wanderer sigh and started to walk towards but when he was near you all the flowers died and sky's were dark the sun never shines

You stood up and hug another man

"who's that guy" the man asked

"hm.. i dont know he's just a nobody "

Then you walk together away from wanderer

No..no ...NO

You wouldn't do that

Wake up

You wouldn't betrayed him like the others

Wanderer wake up

You wouldn't left him

Hey hey! Wake up

Not again

Hey!

He jolted up from the bed sweating he look around and he saw you with widen eyes

"love.. hey hey what wrong?"

You pull him into a hug

He dont know if his relief because its a dream or panic because it may happen

"wanna talk about it?"

You ask ad he only shake his head you nodded in understanding and hugg him and pampered him hehugged you thigthly aswell

The only words he said before drifting into sleep

"please never leave me"

Sorry if its kinda short but i hope you all like it

[minminho0]

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◈Childhood Rivals◈

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<𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫>

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐭. 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭? 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭? 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚��𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥?

𝐀/𝐧 : 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 😭

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➣𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷

➣𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸

!~𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗~!

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[kichikichiko]

Trust, 6 months and Physical touch

A/N: Hi everyone! I decided to write another fic for fun so enjoy! This idea came out of the blue teehee

Wanderer x reader (no gender specified, only "you")

Fluff, comfort, Wanderer is recovering from his trauma of physical touch, soft wanderer,not proofread

You knew what happened to him. Why wouldnt you?

He trusted you with his life, and he knew you'd accept him, even though a part of him fears that you wouldnt. But you stayed either way.

Physical touch wasnt a usual occurence with wanderer, its almost as if it happens once in a blue moon. From subtle pinkie linking when walking around the lush green forest in sumeru to quick pecks on the cheek before leaving your shared home and starting the day. You were patient and understanding, you always have been.

Wanderer felt like he owed you something, anything no... EVERYTHING. You turned his life around and yet he still cant seem to hold your hand longer than 10 seconds, and cant even handle a hug for more than 3 seconds despite being together for 6 months already. Youve always been so kind, it scared him a little.

One evening, wanderer walked to your room and stood near the doorframe.

"Dear? Whats wrong? Why are you standing there?" Ripping your gaze away from the book you were reading and setting it down near the bed side table. Wanderer hesitated for a bit, wanting to say something and yet the words doesnt seem to come out of his mouth at all.

You understood, as you always have. Standing up from your bed you walked towards him "somethings bothering you, you dont have to tell me. We can sit together by my bed and I'll hold your hand" your gaze softened and you smiled a bit when he nodded to your suggestion.

The puppet walked behind you as you both sat down at the edge of your bed. It was a comfortable silence between you both. It was times like this that made wanderer appreciate you more and more. Without words, you always knew if something was wrong. When his pride wont allow words to spill, his body language will do the talking. And you knew.

After a little while, you felt a gentle yet hesitant hand slither towards your own hand and held it lightly, as if it wad afraid to scare you off. Of course you understood and held his hand in the same manner but only, with a slightly tigher grip. (This is his first time initating physical touch eith you) As if to reassure him that you are there with him at that very moment, and you arent leaving anytime sooner.

He tightened his grip on your hand more and finally made eye contact, one that was filled with fear, confusion and a hint of comfort. "Im... Im sorry I never hold you for more than a few seconds. I just.. Im..."

You pressed your forehesd on his "You dont owe me anything dear, Im doing this because I love you. I understand what you went through, and we can hesl together. Im never leaving you"

"You better not be fucking with me." He laughed slightly while shaking his head.

You smiled at his small laugh "Of course not love"

With those simple words, words he has heard a million times ever since he was with you, his heart finally believes in you just a bit, enough to let himself break loose and embraced you, and he made it seem like he wasntt going to let go for a while either.

6 months of trust for a hug in the night sky, with the breeze blowing softly was worth it. And you'd spend 6 months more if it means he'll trust you completely to be able to hold you without remembering the past.

[hymnalbedo]

You can hold my hand if no one's home

Scaramouche loves and adores you so much that he would do anything to make you happy but he was falling out of love. He wasn't sure why he fell out of love and he feels really guilty for it. He was trying to find a way to fix your relationship with him.

I don't really give a damn about the way you touch me.

He can hear your muffle sobs everynight when you will kiss his forehead expecting him to be asleep when the truth is, he was not. He was listening to every words you say while holding his tears threatening to fall down from his eyes.

"I would do anything Scara, anything just stay with me.. Please.." you said before sleeping beside him. He would kiss your cheeks and mumble sorry for falling out of love. He was sure, he was sure he would find a way to fix it.

I broke all my bones that day I found you Crying at the lake.

His heart will break when he sees you crying on the lake. He knew it was his fault, he doesn't want you to cry all he wants to do was to hug you and tell you everything's gonna be okay but he was not ready to face your love so he simply walks past you while you cries.

Oh, baby, I am a wreck when I'm without you

He was stopping his tears when he finds you asleep on the couch waiting for him, he remembers that he promise to eat with you. And when he looked at the table, all his favorite foods were served. He doesn't deserve someone like you.

Was it something I said to make you feel like you're a burden?

He was careful dropping words with you, but it doesn't works. He will always say bad things about you like "You are nothing but a burden." which made you cry everynight. He admits, he said it intentionally but the guilt he was feeling was intense. He was hurt when he saw your eyes red from crying. He was so stupid for hurting someone like you.

I need you here to stay

He was now listening to your sobs. He couldn't help it but to open the door where you were crying. He quickly hugs you, kissing your forehead and telling you that it's okay. "It's okay darling, it's okay. We will start again shh.." after that day, he will take care of you, he will always kiss the back of your hand and tell you that he loves you very much.

[snowbunn15kaiii]

Scaramouche x reader 

cw: bad writing, ooc scara(?), grammatical and spelling errors, english isn’t my mother tongue.

synopsis: As scaramouche was strolling in Chinju forest, he stumbles upon a  yōkai—which he didn’t know it was. Who followed him even though they would disappear if a mortal being touches them. Inspo: Hotarubi no mori e

An incident have occurred that made the balladeer awfully angered that resulted to him having a stroll in Chinju forest. While letting of some steam, he wandered deeper into the forest, he found it simply calming—the soft breeze hitting his porcelain face, the soothing sound the river makes, and the brushing of the leaves.  However, something else caught his attention while he was on his walk, there seems to be a mortal wandering around the forest, but there’s something different about their aura that says they aren’t human at all.  Out of curiosity, he got closer, he observed the figure, but when he turned his head, it’s gone, no where to be seen. He scoffed to himself, thinking is was stupid of him to waste his time in such matter.  So he decided to just shrug it off and go back to where he resided. “BOO!” the ‘person’ yelled, their skin was pale and their hair was covering their face, trying to scare off the harbinger, in which they failed miserably in. With furrowed brows and squinted eyes, Scaramouche lets out an annoyed sigh, “Whatever you are on mortal it won’t work. Me? A feared harbinger, frightened by you? Give yourself a break.” 

You, on the other hand is confused, what’s a harbinger? and why is this person in front of me looks too unimpressed? And he’s feared? BUT HE LOOKS LIKE A CHILD. This is humiliating, maybe playing and scaring children is a bad idea after all. “Feared? not to be rude but you look like a child...”

“Excuse me??” 

“..you’re excused” The yōkai gleefully replied with a smile from ear to ear, they didn’t know how to reply, they weren’t taught how to, nor did they try to learn how to. Seeing Scaramouche’s annoyed expression, the yōkai just dipped away from the scene, disappearing into thin air, and leaving the harbinger alone. afraid of what he could do.

On the other hand, Scaramouche had enough of whatever is going on, so made his way back to his camp. If he was right, that was not a normal human, no that wasn’t human at all. But they don’t seem like a youkai with that human looking physique either. 

As he was walking back, he felt as though someone was behind him, he could already hear the bushes rustle, and the fallen leaves crunch beneath the ground, but not because of him. He knew someone was following, but as he turn his back to look at it for the nth time, he never seemed to catch the stalker. He still of course had his guards up ‘till he went back to his camp, until he couldn’t sense the presence of the unknown stalker anymore.

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The said yōkai, wants to know how, and what kind of interesting things humans do. It wouldn’t hurt to find that out right? Even if it meant to follow and risk their life to observe a stranger they tried to scare.

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This yōkai soon learns that the person they’re following, isn’t actually just any person.. They were someone the Electro Archon made. They found out about his ‘job’ and why he’s here in Inazuma, what he’s like and what he likes and dislike. A stalker yes, but they’re just observing because they’re curious!! ALSO, who knows, what if some human “the lord harbinger, Scaramouche” accidentally touches them? They’ll get erased from existence. So they just kept an eye on him, appearing as one of his subordinates from time to time

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Scaramouche was just done planning how to get the gnosis when you suddenly reveal yourself out of nowhere, you thought maybe it’s time to try and socialize with him, maybe be friends? It’s not like you’ll get close, you can’t anyways, he looks too intimidating to be in close contact with. Although looking at him now, he does look like he was carved by an archon himself —which he is. 

"It's you, the one in Chinju forest The one who tried to scare me with that stereotypical ghost thing."

"Yup, ding ding ding ding!"

“and you’re not even ashamed of yourself?!”

"Uh.. yes.. :D"

Before the harbinger can process what had happened, you peace sign and slowly faded away. It was already humiliating that he still remembered what happened a few months ago, more so you didn’t know what else to say next. Maybe try to be friends some other time... for now, let’s learn how to talk with people.

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Every time something bad would happen—a stressful day, an underling had messed up, he got a big decision to make— you would always, always show up, talk a bit, then leave fade into thin air. Even if the talks are short, you were able to learn about it bits by bits, especially on how to comfort.  And somehow he came to like your presence. Especially that you don't get to annoy him much since you leave right away. It was nice. Although, he won't admit that, this is Scaramouche after all. One time though nothing really went wrong, you just wanted to talk? Besides you don't only show up to be a stress reliever. Even so you had the balladeer surprised when you suddenly appeared right behind him. "Hello." you cooed right into his shoulder. Scaramouche jerked his head to look at you, who’s softly smiling. “Oh, I thought you only appear once something bad happens?” “no, I just thought maybe I’d help ease your mood or sum...besides I talk... normally”

But wait.. How do you even start a conversation? suddenly, your mind is blank with no thoughts on what to say whatsoever. So you turn to leave, forgetting the thought of having a normal conversation. However, you felt something(or someone) come in contact with your skin. Curious, you turn to look at it. Only to realize the balladeer held your wrist in an effort to stop you from leaving. That’s so out of character for him.. You thought, your face being flushed pink. Wait... he grabbed you... ? A human came in contact with you..? oh. you’re dead. Say your last goodbye and wait to fade away. 

“Your face looks stupid.” you heard scaramouche utter in a tone laced with disgust. The grip on your wrist had now loosen, but you’re still partially in a state of shock.

,,How did I not fade away yet..’’  

“And why would you fade away?” Scaramouche question.  tbc..... 

This had been in my drafts for almost a year i just wanted to get it out.. :V

[cc-azure]

I hope you y’all enjoy this <3

[catboydreamer]

friendships to games to lovers

Scaramouche x reader, childhood friends (reluctant) to lovers :)

you two grew up in the same neighborhood as kids, and eventually ended up hanging out (if you could call it that)

you pestering him constantly until he finally gives in with a grumble. 

eventually he starts seeking you out too, making up ridiculous lies that you see right through but pretend to be oblivious about. all because you know he’ll back down if you call it out, and you refuse to see that happen. 

you had moved homes when you were 15 years old but what are the odds you’d attend the same college as him?! 

actually, it was a local community college in his (and previously yours) hometown.

when he sees you he tries to keep up with his snarky comments but you can see a glimmer of emotion just boiling over the edge

he’s a shit talker but a really good gift giver. he can’t help shoving his homemade lunch towards you, muttering quietly, “if you’re anything like before, you forgot to pack a lunch. and im not having you eat the shitty food in here.” 

he’s grown taller now, too. something you thought wasn’t possible out of him. he didn’t tower over you or anything like that but it was enough to give him an edge. 

as you rekindle a relationship, whatever it is, he uses his height a lot. he’s almost cocky about it; reaching above you to grab a book you needed, often leaning too far into your space. or even on more than one occasion, reaching into the cupboard to grab a mug from the highest shelf when he knows you’re leaning against the counter, right in front of it. and if you question it, he shrugs, “hm. cant say I’ve noticed it.”

he’s messing with you intentionally. he watches your reactions like a hawk, intensity flickering over his eyes.

deep down he just wants you to like him as much as he likes you but he wants to see you squirm a little bit too. 

it’s just the type of man he is, to tease you before letting you know exactly what’s going through his head. 

well, he has no intentions of being truthful actually, just dancing around the past and the present. 

he wants the transition to be painfully slow until you find yourself captured by his presence as if it’s always been there.

though, it’s you, so that doesn’t really happen. plus, he finds himself lost on you, frustrated when gestures don’t /seem/ to affect you that much.

in reality, you’ve gotten good at hiding emotions. your fear of being someone to play with rises up. 

it all comes to a head one autumn evening. 

he invited you over for dinner one evening, with all the usual antics.

he’s pulling a flirtatious gaze while mocking you in the same sentence. 

maybe something set you off that day or the tension just grew to be too much. after all, you were never known for your patience. 

the two of you were in the middle of eating dinner but the exact meal was lost on you. you didn’t care what it was. your skin felt red hot. 

one final stupid comment with a sly smile made you break in half. 

“you know what? im so over your stupid games, kunikuzushi.”

his eyes widen for a moment before a look of clarity falls into his gaze, “what are you talking about-“

you cut him off cleanly, “no. you know exactly what’s going through im talking about. I’m not gonna play your games anymore. you can properly ‘fess up to your feelings or this is it.”

his blood runs cold; he’s deathly pale more than usual. there’s an unusual fear in his eyes as his head drops so you can’t see his full reign of emotions as he speaks. all you want to do is lift his chin with the tip of your finger tips so he can’t escape you but you leave such a bold move for another occasion. 

his words are quick to the point, “I only wanted to know if you… l-loved me back,” his voice is full of cracks.

a smooth blush blossoms over his cheeks and the tips of his ears. he’s more than unready to truly speak of it all. 

slowly his gaze lifts up to meet yours; a soft twinkle in your eyes and a warming smile pulling at your lips. 

“you’re so stupid. I’ve always loved you.”

his heart jumps to his throat and he’s frozen in position. 

“c’mere,” and you motion to your lap. 

he huffs, turning his head to the side. your eyes bore into him, not intending on taking no for an answer. 

he gives in after a few beats of silence. he sludges over to you, clumsily climbing into your lap. he’s technically bigger than you now but still slender enough that it’s not too much. 

he’s shaking like a leaf. you don’t comment on it and especially not on how his entire body slowly relaxes completely at your touch and you trace small circles over his shoulder blades. your other hand grips his hand into yours. 

you’ll be damned if you don’t give him more than enough physical affection even if he acts like he doesn’t need it. 

you smile up at him. he has melted completely under your touch but you don’t dare to speak it. 

his eyes dart away from your gaze as the phrase comes out in a quiet yet clear mumble, “I really do love you.”

you give his hand a firm squeeze, I know you do.