#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

[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

artwork credits

[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

[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

[tatorthots]

— a jealous encounter

Featured: wanderer x afab!reader x Childe (implied)

cw: suggestive themes, jealousy, cursing, (slight) hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, (slight) possessiveness

Synopsis: Jealousy is nothing more than a pathetic human emotion. It’s truly almost humorous how insecure and weak-minded mortals are, getting riled up simply because the object of their affection gets a little attention. Of course, the former sixth harbinger is far above such trivial emotions (he’s not)

a/n: scara being jealous, soft, and sulky because I said so and also I used sm names for scara because I didn’t know what name to use and I panicked btw have you guys been playing the windtrace event?? I literally can’t stop playing it help

art credit: @Liann1009 on twt

The swaying of forest leaves reflected off the clear spring waters of the still river you had come to rest by. The sun was still high above the fluffy clouds and its warmth gently kissed the skin of every living being and creature under it. It was truly a beautiful day in the outskirts of Sumeru City. And along with the chirping of birds, the sound of your laughter resonated through the forest breeze like a soft melody — absolutely enchanting, he thought, if it wasn’t caused by that damned insolent insect.

Archons, could the man not get a break? Is this finally the ‘divine punishment’ mortals so often preach about? Glaring sharp eyes quietly trailed the tall, orange-headed idiot as he fumbled around you like some love-sick child, far too comfortable with you for the latter's liking. Feelings of disdain soon turned to seething anger. Despite all my efforts, slender fingers dug into the grass underneath him, he still manages to ruin what little I have. Had he not gone through grueling enough changes? Did sacrificing absolutely everything to start anew mean so little? He gave up his past titles, erased his previous relationships, and severed every last thread that connected him to his past self — aside from you — and yet, here stood the bane of his existence during his time as a Fatui Harbinger. And to make things worse, you’re actually friends with him.

Childe, he sneered.

“Ajax, how could you get so excited over anemo slimes?” You giggled as your eyes fluttered into crescents and you bashfully hit the freckled man next to you. You couldn’t help but tease your longtime friend for getting so excited over a few anemo slimes floating around a tree. Though you’d admit, the straight edge determination reflecting from his ocean eyes as he stood straight and strung his bow back to aim made your stomach swirl slightly. You noticed the way his fingertips elegantly let go of the string and effortlessly sliced through the anemo slime mid-air, despite being positioned below and meters away from the distant cliff side tree the anemo slimes were hovering around. It’s amazing, you thought. But what earned him your admiration was the simple fact that he wasn’t trying. Childe didn’t need to. Even when he’s doing something in lighthearted fun, so long as it involves weapons, he’ll breeze through any obstacle or ‘challenge’ with ease. That’s what made Childe, Tartaglia.

However, there was someone who didn’t share that sentiment.

Honestly, Scaramouche doesn’t even know how he ended up in this archon-forsaken situation. The day had begun like any other day, with your limbs intertwined with Scaramouche as he gently stroked your hair and counted the seconds in between as your chest slowly rose and fell — an action he vehemently denies that he does because he longs for your touch; not to mention that it just so happens that the feel of your body against his calms the occasional insecurities and self-deprecating voices whispering in his head. Scaramouche lightly shook his head in flustered contempt when he caught himself softly smiling and gqze slightly softening at the memory of your skin against his, useless thoughts aren’t going to aid me in figuring out how or why I’m stuck here. internally groaning he thought of when you woke up today. you had found him already awake and tidying up the room you had both stayed in the previous night. As you sat up rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you watched Scaramouches quick and precise movements as he prepared your traveling satchel. Funny, you thought, he does all this and I never hear a thing. As much of a light sleeper as you might be, no matter how many chores he’s completed before you wake, you never hear a sound stir you from your slumber. Of course, when you finally got out of bed you found yourself presented with a small plate of assorted fresh fruit waiting for you on the kitchen table, a sight you see every morning. However, you’ve long learned better than to outright thank him for breakfast, or any small acts of service. Not because you don’t appreciate his quiet considerations, but because you learned that Scaramouche will act like a total brat if you confront him about his kindness. Insults range from calling you a moron to being labeled delusional, so you’ve figured it’s best to enjoy these little things and thank him in that way. Lastly, Scara thought about the events that happened after breakfast when it was time to set off yet again. Ah, that’s right…, he begrudgingly remembered. it was as soon as you left the inn that you happened to bump into a tall figure. An apology left your lips quickly before you hurriedly scrambled to catch up to Scaramouches' fading figure until a hand cautiously grabbed your wrist.

“Y/n?” The stranger spoke. At the sound of your name, you quickly whipped your head around to see a messy head of orange locks and a familiar lopsided smile being directed at you. “Ajax?” “So it is you—!!” Sculpted arms immediately wrapped around your frame and lifted you into their embrace. “It’s been too long!”, the voice beamed, and your momentary confusion soon turned into joy as you wrapped your arms around his neck and softly giggled. “What are you doing here? I thought you were on a mission in Inazuma?” You questioned as he set you down with his hands still latched onto your hips, “Well I was mostly there for personal affairs, and I just arrived in sumeru a few weeks ago on assignment,” his voice softened as his head slightly tilted to the side, “I’ve been missing you.” Raising your hand to cup his cheek, you brushed your thumb across the freckles adorning the mighty 11ths features, “I’ve missed you too, Ajax.” Then as if a light bulb had just lit up in his head Childe clasped his hand over yours, “Are you free today? Why don’t you go sightseeing with me? My treat!” “Ah, well I’m actually traveli—“ but before you could finish your sentence you felt cold fingertips clasp around your forearm and roughly snatch it away from the gingers hold, “She’s traveling with me,” indigo irises narrowed menacingly on Childe, and the pure aura exuding from the raven-haired man was comparably hostel to the icy and dreadful snowstorms of Snezhnaya. Scaramouche forced himself between you and Childe, standing protectively in front of you as the latter glared down at him with a smile still plastered across his lips, “Comrade. Who’s this?” Childe inquired, “Oh! This is m—“ you tried answering but Scaramouche cut you off once more with an exaggerated scoff, “The question is who are you?” Crossing his arms and holding his head ever so arrogantly he continued, “Tch. Don't you have any common decency? Or are you just too impertinent to practice basic respect?” A short, dry laugh left Childes lips, “I see.” Crossing his arm and raising a hand up to lightly tap his fingertips on his jaw, Childe feigned ignorance, “Y/n never minded my touches,” with a taunting smile and desolate eyes, he chuckled, “in fact, I’m all too familiar with where she prefers to be touched.” And with that Scaramouches patience snapped, “You dare to—“ sensing the oncoming altercation you quickly grabbed a hold of Scaras hand and guided him behind you, “You’re both very important to me,” you began, “and if I matter to either of you then you’d respect those who matter to me,” glancing between the two men you sharpened your tone, “I’d like you both to get along.”

That was the last thing Scaramouche recalled before he found himself third wheeling the rest of the day. With each moment seemingly getting worse and worse. What an infantile reason to get excited about. They’re practically oversized balloons, his attention darted in Childes direction and his usual scowl was now replaced with a daggering glower, Evidently, this damn worthless scum is filled with much more hot air than any damn anemo slime in the sky.

Scaramouche wasn’t ignorant, it was clear to him since that nuisance came around that his former Harbinger ‘comrade’ had deeper feelings for you than he let on. After all, despite his distaste for the man Scara had spent adequate enough time with Childe to learn a few aspects about him; firstly, Childe can be described by humans as having an extroverted, ‘charming’ persona, and he has no trouble making friends wherever he goes, however, he never lets anyone touch him — it’s a subtle habit and not one easily picked up on; a far cry to the current situation in which Scaramouche has had to swat his hand away from you for the fourth time in a minute. Secondly, despite the hours upon hours the idiot could spend rambling about fishing or spar training, he never actually shares any personal information about himself, and yet, he’d gone as far as surrendering his real name to you. Not to mention he had no problem speaking to you about how much his siblings would ‘love’ you, of course, they’d love her, he scoffed, who doesn’t fall for her? Lastly, and most notably, Childe has no glimmer of life in his eyes. To be honest, if Scaramouche had to think, the only other time the 11th showed even a hint of a glint he would say it would be when Childes tearing his enemies limb from limb — an idea Scara is finding more and more appealing. So then, he thought, I guess I’ll just have to stomp on that little light of his. Tapping his foot impatiently on the ground an ominous shadow gloomed over his face as he lost himself in his thoughts, she’s mine. mine. mine. It had been long since Scaramouche had realized his feelings for you, and he had made it very clear to you that he had no intention of sharing you with others. No, Scaramouche no longer wanted just your friendship, he wanted you.

“Shall I go buy some snacks from a food stall nearby before dinner, comrade?” Standing from his spot next to you, Childe towered over you with his body leaning down to loom mere inches from your slightly warmed face, “I did say I’d treat you today..” half-lidded eyes traced your movements as he brought a gloved hand to cascade across your cheekbone, “didn’t I?” His voice was low and his smile smug; Childe knew full well what he was doing in front of Scaramouche, and he basked in it, though it’s not as if these actions were all too new either. “A-ah.. I- um,” stuttering over her words, huh?, Childe mused, how cute. However, the mere sight of this atrocious act almost made Scaramouche use his anemo vision to slice that wretched excuse of a warrior in half. With a soft smile, you leaned into Childes hand, making the man’s eyes widen in slight surprise as a light dust of pink spread over his face, “That’d be great Ajax, thank you.”

Internally groaning, Scaramouche rested his arms on his knees and hid his head behind his arms as his pretty lilac eyes stayed focused on you, there’s her smile again…, his brows faintly knitted together when he felt his chest start to ache, always caused by something else. He couldn’t help but wonder whether you were truly happy wandering through the lands of Teyvat with him.

“Then I’ll make it quick!” With a goofy smile and a wink, Childe went off into the city walls. Leaving you and Scaramouche resting alone with nothing more than the sound of the river flowing and the city chatter lightly busting in the background. Closing his eyes, Scaramouches brows quirked in annoyance, that self-serving imbecile didn’t even bother to pretend he even remembered me. The feeling in his chest was all too familiar to the electro Archons puppet. Clutching where his heart should be he couldn’t understand why this feeling wouldn’t go away. He couldn’t understand why he hadn’t learned his lesson despite starting anew. Maybe I was meant to live this way… he thought. Feeling a small tap on his shoulder, Scara whipped his head up to see you sitting right next to him, your body lulled to the side and brushing against him as you tilted your head down to get a better look at his sulking face. For a second he was stunned by the suddenness of your closeness, but then he was held captive by your feathery lashes and beaming smile; a warm smile finally directed at him. How quickly his chest went from hurting to blooming with warmth was almost pathetic. Even if you were the reason why he was drowning in misery, even if his pain had been caused by your ignorance, you were still the reason why he felt joy. It’s always because of you…, without realizing his hand had already reached to gently tuck the loose strands of hair blowing across your face, and just as quickly as he realized he retracted his hand in a huff of frustration and embarrassment.

Humming in acknowledgment, you stared off into the grassy mountains of sumeru, “You’ve been awfully quiet today,” your voice was soft and tranquil, “how uncharacteristic of you, no?” Glancing to the side you smiled when you saw him lightly scoff under his breath as he turned his head away from your direction.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re rambling on about.” He grumbled.

“Shall I elaborate?”

“I’d rather you not.” Piercing irises threateningly glared in your direction.

“You’ve been ill-tempered,” you began, and Scaramouche rolled his eyes, “hmm which isn’t all too out of the ordinary, but you’ve definitely been lashing out at every little thing.” With a knowing glint, you glanced at your longtime companion, “Not to mention your aggression with Ajax.” And at that Scaramouche grimaced at the way you spoke his actual name, “You force yourself between Ajax and I whenever he gets close, you demean every single thing he says, you smack his hand away when he reaches out to me — even if it’s just to hand me something, and you taunt and mock him every chance you get,” pausing for a second you let out a heavy exhale before softening your gaze, unsure of whether what you say next is the right thing. “Kuni… all of that isn’t what worries me,” at that you felt his entire body stiffen, seemingly holding his breath as if every ticking second was more important than the last, “I noticed the nail marks you have on your palms from all the time you’ve spent clenching your fists, and I see the conflict that’s been raging behind your eyes since this journey with the three of us began,” balling your owns fists on the fabric of your clothes you let out your final observation, “As small as the changes are, or as hard as you try to hide it, kunikuzushi, I see you. I’ve memorized every expression, studied every curve and line that forms on your features and what they mean… I know you fear that I’ll abandon you,” you purse your lips at the thought, “So how dare you. How dare you ever think I would abandon my other half.”

The absolute, incredulous stare Scaramouche gave you almost made you choke out a muffled laugh. Catching the anemo holder off guard and speechless was a prize all too rare to witness. Yet, what caught your attention wasn’t that you’ve managed to leave him stunned and tight-lipped but instead the unfamiliar red that spread from his cheeks to his ears. There was a quiet gasp from your lips as you admired how beautifully his pale complexion was set off by the searing color. Instantly, your ears perk up as he speaks.

“I.. you don’t…” he began, but immediately he stopped himself. Then, a moment passed. And then a minute. The tension between you two seemed to pile up in pressure, and you now found yourself holding your breath and feeling your heart start to quicken as you stared at him. Awaiting what was to come next. With a defeated look and an airy sigh, he finally turned his full head toward you. “You really are foolish y/n,” his voice was strained, and his eyes peered into yours with such a soft intensity, “hah, really.. you couldn’t be more incompetent, could you?” Swallowing the lump in your throat, your glistening doe eyes simply gawked at him almost owl-like, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at your dumbfounded face. Then that’s when he smiled. A true, genuine, adoring smile, “Haven’t you realized that I’m in lo-“

“I’m back—!”

Childe’s voice ripped through the tension and practically grated Scaramouches ears while you jumped, startled at the sudden noise. Snapping your head to Childe, you saw him holding a small bag with the label titled Puspa Café. “I hope you don’t mind what I got us!” Reaching his hand into the bag he pulled out a crispy, sweet-smelling Candied Ajilenakh Nut dessert, “When I was walking through the different vendors, I was quite surprised to have found a dish that looked so similar to one of the desserts my motherland of Snezhnaya has!” Childe puffed his chest and extended the sugary sweet to you, “Though I’m confident the one from home tastes much better than this, I’m happy to share something similar with you,” softening his azure gaze as you took the dessert from him he continued with a gentler tone, “but I hope to one day treat you to one back home.” Blinking once, then blinking twice, you quickly glanced over at Scaramouche now positioned with his knee up and resting his arm on his knee to hide his face once more, I wonder what would’ve happened…, you pondered, but you knew better than to prod the conversation given the current situation. I suppose it’d be best to ask again later, turning your attention back to Childe you offered a thankful smile, “I’m sure one day we can visit if Kuni agrees to go.” At that, both men froze for a second. We..?, now it was Scaramouches turn to stare owlishly at the dancing grass brushing against his fingers, and without noticing he felt his entire body relax as he let out a quiet, small sigh of relief. Whereas Childe clenched his jaw in annoyance while still forcing an easy-going facade, I need to get rid of him, “Sounds like a plan comrade!” Was all he could muster through slightly clasped teeth as he sat down next to you. Humming to himself in deep thought, Childe wondered what to do about that asshole little leech that stayed glued to you.

All of you sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes — well, two were lost in their own thoughts either processing or scheming, whereas you simply sat between the two men enjoying time together as you feast on your sweet treat. "Ah. Comrade, you seem to have a few crumbs," "Hm?" Moving your hand up to brush away the stray pieces, Childe gently stopped you, "Allow me." He softly spoke as he leaned in close and carefully swiped away the crumbs; his hand then cascaded across your plush skin and caressed the curve of your jaw. Gazing into his eyes and cheeky smile, you found yourself at a loss, feeling both embarrassed and shy from the gesture.

Scaramouche, however, was not at all pleased. This little game of Childes has gone on far too long and writhing in self-loathing had been nothing but a waste of time. You were his. You’ll always be his, and there wasn’t a human, harbinger, adeptus, or archon in this damned world that could ever change that. So, with swift movements, he laced an arm around your waist and pulled you on top of his lap and into his possessive embrace. The sudden movement had stunned both you and Childe and you had no time to react as your eyes glanced up at the smug smirk spreading across Scaramouches lips. His eyes were low and scowling intently at Childe, while the Harbingers smiling face quickly fell, replaced by a much colder and sinister glower. “All this time and not once did you offer me one of those burnt little treats,” Scaras voice was low and mocking, and you could feel the icy touch of his slender fingertip tracing down the side of your face to the base of your chin to guide your full attention towards him, “guess that just means I have to take one myself, won’t I?” And in a quick moment, his lips came crashing down on yours. His kiss was rough but cautious, and you could feel the longing and desperation emitting atop his soft lips. At first, your eyes blew wide open in shock, but then, no matter how hard you tried to focus on what was going going on or move your body to react, all you could fixate on was one little detail, his lips taste.. like a Zaytun peach.

Parting his lips from yours, his eyes quickly scanned your face for any hint of disgust, any reaction, anything. You could clearly see the worry pooling in his irises, but before regret could creep up on him your eyes turned into crescent moons, and a pretty pink blush flushed your cheeks as you smiled dotingly at him. He was taken aback. At first, he was shocked, then confused, he even felt a little angry, but mostly he felt love. Turning his attention from you to the glaring daggers and clenched fists Childe had, Scara smiled in triumph and narrowed his eyes in slight. “You’re right, Harbinger,” bringing his thumb up to glide across his lips he licked them, “this treat isn’t bad, hah, not bad at all.”

side note: happy new year everyone!! and happy birthday to my first, and most cherished, Zhongli ᥫ᭡

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[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."

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[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 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 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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[kyuuppi]

⚠️tw: depression themes; vaguely su*c*dal

I feel like if your depression is particularly bad one day and you tell Wanderer you want to "disappear" he'll be the one to understand your feelings better than anyone else. He doesn't try to change your mind or convince you otherwise, he simply sits down with you, holding you so rightly in his arms you wonder if he's doing to ground you or himself, and whispers, "if you disappear, I'll disappear with you."

[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.

[dorothy-rainbird]

Part 3

“You know, y/n is a very special person in my life. They found me, raised me, patiently taught me so many things…”

Kuni stared at the blue sky above him as he relaxed more under the giant tree of Windrise.

“They taught me about ‘good’ and ‘bad’, how to take care of myself and others…” he gently pat Bu napping away on his lap.

“Taught me how to handle emotions, how to deal with grief, manage anger, to open up…”

He continued,

“Everything, everything but one.”

…..

“They never taught me how to deal with this tingling feeling in my chest. It feels so strange…”

……….

“It’s as if I feel small around them. Am I scared of them? If I am then why do I want to be around them so much? Why so I want them to…”

“To..?”

“To h-hold me and….-“

“PFFT HAHAHAHA-“

“W-WHAT??” He managed to yell despite the embarrassment, his face was so red it looked like sunburn. Unfortunately because of that, Bu woke up. Realising they were being noisy, they quieted down a little.

“Sorry Bu, I didn’t mean to scream. Go back to sleep, Kay?” And so he did. Bu snuggled closer to Kuni, letting out a quiet “sqee” before dozing off again.

……….

“So Kuni…”

“Hm?”

“What I think you are experiencing is…”

“???”

“Love”

He was about to scream again but Venti shushed him in time, pointing at the blob on his lap. He nodded as Venti removed his hand and let him speak.

“You mean…love?”

“Yes”

“You sure it’s not some uh…something else? L-like something um..”

“Nope.”

“So…it’s like those novels?”

“wat”

“….”

“I um- *cough* uh…”

“Forget I asked”

“Gladly”

A very awkward silence danced among them as none of them felt brave enough to break it. Still, Kunikuzushi wanted to know more, so with one sharp inhale,

“If I’m in love with Y/n, then what should I do? Considering you’re the love expert of Mondstadt, any advice?”

“Of course of course! But for my advice so fine, won’t you invite me to dine?” Venti elbowed his arm with a smirk.

“Haha sure, Y/n will be delighted by your visit.” Kunikuzushi replied with a smile.

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“Thanks for visiting us Venti, but are you sure you don’t wanna stay over? It’s a little chilly tonight.” You stood by the door as Venti was about to leave. Yes Venti joined for supper but decided to leave earlier than usual.

“Ehe sweet Y/n, Don’t worry about me, I’ll be just fine! Take care everyone and thanks for the delicious meal!” Venti waved you, Kunikuzushi and your slime child goodbye as he began to turn around and leave. You couldn’t help but feel as if he winked at Kuni…did those two have something going on? Nah.

“Bye Venti, goodnight!”

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“Tip 1: Compliment them”

You stood by the sink, doing the dishes. Kunikuzushi saw this as a perfect opportunity. He shared a look look at Bu, who gave him a nod of confirmation. Then, with a deep breath made his way towards you. Leaning on the counter beside you, he went,

“Hey has anyone ever told you that y-your eyes are p-pretty?” bruh he stuttered. Without taking your eyes off the sink, you went,

“Aw thanks”

????

Expectation: *flushed y/n*

Reality: often disappointing

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“Tip 2: Leave them small gifts”

“Okay Bu, the first plan didn’t go as expected. Time to step things up a little.” Kunikuzushi said as he picked the most perfect Cecelia of his garden. Bu wasn’t paying attention though, he was busy playing with another plant in the backyard. Kunikuzushi approached him with the flower and crouched down to his level.

“Bu, my son, my child.”

“Squeak?”

“Can I trust you to deliver this flower?”

“Squeak!”

“I knew I could count on you :)” Kunikuzushi pat him with a bright smile. He then balanced the flower on his head, hoping it won’t fall off.

“Okay Bu, I want you to deliver this flower to Y/n. Please don’t drop it…”

“Squeak!”

And with that Bu entered the house.

Expectation: “Did Kuni give me this flower?” *flushed y/n*

Reality: Kunikuzushi entered the house after a while, expecting to see a lovestruck y/n. His dreams were brutally shattered as he saw you hugging Bu and giggling while kissing the top of his “head”.

“Aww Bu did you get this for me? You’re so sweet!”

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[peachpassionfruit]

entombed.

🏹 scaramouche x reader drabble

“it was said that the electro archon discarded him due to him crying upon his creation. he wasn’t worthy of housing a gnosis if he didn’t possess divine strength. if a god in the making dared to let tears fall from his eyes once again, was he worthy of this ascension?”

not proofread / written at 4am after i recently finished the sumeru story quest / so basically character and lore study / about when scara is “becoming” a god / previous situationship (?) / kind of suggestive but not explicit / angst ig / enjoy <3

you’d heard from him last before he fled inazuma with the electro archon’s gnosis. though the lack of goodbye pained you, you had since come to terms with the idea that it would be the last you’d see of him. that was, until you heard sumeru’s akademiya, in association with the fatui, was building a god.

your blood ran strikingly cold at the mention of it. the great balladeer was attempting to leave behind his past of being a discarded puppet and acquire the godly power that had once been his birthright. what his own mother had robbed him of; what he, in turn, took from her. you knew this about him, as before this sickening bitterness began to run through his veins and infiltrate his mind, he was the kunikuzushi you collected sakura petals and ate lavender melon with.

everything you had shared didn’t matter now. he was a traitor. the lasting impressions his kisses had left on your neck, trailing down to your collarbone; the ghost-like remnants of his fingertips brushing against your skin. the stories he whispered into your ears while resting his hands on the hilt of your hips, as if that slope was made for him to hold you. you missed scaramouche.

in these dry deserts and lush rainforests of sumeru, your dreams were not your own. the desires of your underlying subconscious weren’t something that could be indulged in during the comfort of the night; there was no longer solace to be found in the want of your imagination. it was taken from you; your mind leeched off of and stolen from in order to feed an undying desire for all the knowledge in the world. only to place it in the palm of his undeserving hands.

you had believed in him, once. you understood his pain. one that took root in the lightning bolts that came down in his past, in the strings that had long since been cut and allowed him to roam these lands himself. though you didn’t know what he saw in this time, you knew the hurt balladeer that came to you to seek out his own comfort; his own solace. and here he was, greedily taking that refuge from others.

this dream had been taken from you. one you woke up from with hot tears blooming in your eyes, staining your face, and you did not even know why you had been crying. somewhere else, deep in the akademiya, in a tangled mess of pulsating wires and mechanical whirring, that boy took in sumeru’s knowledge as if it was the very oxygen he breathed. and in that, he saw you.

he saw the dream your mind had harbored that night. they were flashes of white-hot feelings and energy, a flickering slideshow of memories that had since passed. moonlight illuminating a bare window, filling the shared bed with light. the feeling of goosebumps being raised wherever he trailed his hands over your skin, muscles flexing underneath his touch. he had shown you not just the stars, but the universe.

it was something sacred, of sorts. something sealed off and to be kept only by you two. they were unspoken promises shared by his lips pressing to yours, as if your lives coexisted in a mutualistic frenzy. every hushed whisper, every gasping breath, they were only yours to share. because, at your very core, you were his, and you were always searching for a way back to the home you dearly missed.

he couldn’t help but to share your consciousness. as your fingers delicately brushed over your burning skin, still shaken from your rude awakening, you saw the familiar purple glow as if it was right in front of you. you figured it was a hallucination; your mind was thinking up what you wanted to see so desperately. he only stared at you, and you were unsure what to make of the ghost-like figure lingering in front of you. and so you rested your head on your pillow and went back to sleep.

it was said that the electro archon discarded him due to him crying upon his creation. he wasn’t worthy of housing a gnosis if he didn’t possess divine strength. if a god in the making dared to let tears fall from his eyes once again, was he worthy of this ascension?

this was a life he had long since left behind now, accompanied by titles he had since relinquished. you were a thing of the distant past to him, and the electricity that existed between you had ceased. at once, it began to pour outside, lightning bolts raining down in harsh snaps, thunder rumbling through the earth as if the tectonic plates were shifting.

was this the raiden’s doing? or…

<3 M

[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