#kunikuzushi fluff

[jaynahh]

# you confessed to kabukimono, scaramouche, and wanderer

(seperated)

# scaramouche

# kabukimono

"love?"

his doe eyes were blown wide at your confession, though it didn't take long for a smile to take over his expression.

"aw, you're so sweet. i wouldn't choose anyone else to be my companion!"

oblivious.

before you could explain yourself, he took your hand in his and lead you near a tree. he suddenly bent down and picked a flower. once he stood up, he held the flower with both hands, offering it to you.

"ah, i love you too..."

his mouth hung open, thinking of other words to say, but nothing came out. he clearly had no experience. after a moment, he spoke.

"i've heard that when two people love each other, they give each other flowers. oh, speaking of flowers, i've recently tried this one tea flavor made with this one flower–i should make it for you sometime."

um, he's quite innocent.

in conclusion, kabukimono does in fact love you too. he just doesn't have a full grasp of what love means yet.

(ooc, he is soft for u)

you did it. you finally admitted your feelings for him. not gonna lie, it was scary. in fact, you were borderline hyperventilating as you awaited his response, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

you two were next to each other. so close, yet so far. you couldn't see his expression from the way you stared at the ground in anticipation. the silence was eating you up inside, and you couldn't handle much longer.

"look at me."

his voice snapped you out of your thoughts, taking a moment to register his request.

"...just for a moment," he spoke.

though his voice was quieter than usual, it didn't help with your racing heartbeat and uneven breathing. you fidgeted with your hands, weighing your options, hesitating before lifting your gaze from the ground to his face. your body tenses subconsciously, preparing for his wrath and uncaring behavior.

his eyes widen upon seeing your expression. you were crying. why are you crying? he wants to ask, yet he stops himself. he notices you tense up. were you scared of him? he instead takes a different approach.

"keep looking, please."

he knew how you would always avoid eye contact. he hated it. it always irritated him how he'd never get to see your face, how you'd always hide when he wanted to see your expression the most.

"i'm not mad. i... i won't yell at you."

without much thought, his hand went up to your face–his heart broke at the sight of you flinching, regret filled his mind thinking of the times he'd been harsh towards you–his thumb brushing your tears away.

"i might," he stammered, "i might feel the same."

in conclusion, scaramouche never knew about his feelings towards you until he saw the tears on your face. he needs time to process his newfound feelings.

# wanderer

he wants to make sure that you know what you'd be getting yourself into. him, out of all people? are you out of your mind?

he pursed his lips, analyzing your expression and body language. inside, he really doesn't know how to respond. he doesn't really believe it.

"are you sure?" he asked.

"why wouldn't i be?" you respond.

his mind was racing with so many questions. "but, you know how i'm like." it's true, you two have hung out on multiple occasions. he had never put up a front with you–or with anyone, for that matter. you know his true self well. so, why?

deep, deep down, he may be a tad bit insecure. just a little. okay, he feels like he doesn't deserve love–he doesn't deserve you.

"do you really want to live with my annoying remarks for the rest of your life?" he crosses his arms and tilted his head, making him seem judgemental in a negative way–but he's worried. just a little worried about you.

he's not sure if he's able to trust someone to that extent, but with you... of course he loves you. he's just scared.

scared for one, that you'd get sick of him and hate his attitude, and two, you'd get taken away from him too.

he's warning you, but he's secretly hoping you'd ignore all his warnings. he needs a hug.

in conclusion, he always had an interest in you, though he hid it quite well. he never acted on those feelings in fear that you'd leave him.

[iceunhie]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ⊹ unexpected development ! ꒱ ˎˊ˗

summary ⁠☆ you get transported into your favorite otome game’s world as a shitty side character with a raging death flag. you try to prevent your inevitable destruction... but it doesn't go according to plan as much as you'd hope.

notes ☆ of course it's another scaramouche fic except this time it's plot is manhwa inspired

“This trashy game!” you curse, watching the pitch black GAME OVER screen linger in your phone. Happy music plays despite the current cg of your character at the hands of the tyrant character slash love interest Scaramouche. You sigh, tapping on the back button. “I was so close to completing his route… stupid, stupid game, ugh…”

Teyvat’s Seven Stars was a new otome game that you'd tried out for fun, bored out of your mind. The amazing art and soundtrack garnered your interest, not to mention the male leads were totally your type!

It had an array of tropes and spared no expense of flowery scenes and fanservicey excerpts that made you play despite its massive cashgrab feature. Heart fluttering near death scenes! Action packed romantic scenes with the main characters! It was consuming you and you loved it.

Even if the Scaramouche route was testing your patience.

You get that he was the most difficult to conquer out of all of them, but really, one! wrong! move! ….and an immediate gameover. Life sucks when he's your favorite character, and when your favorite character was notoriously known for having a horrid and difficult complete clear route that no one has completed yet, of course you needed to complete it, no matter what!

Damn it, now you've run out of love points to restart another run. Fuck you, system! Stupid trashy money grabbing game! You put down your phone, closing it. An immediate heavy weight settles on your shoulders, making you feel sleepy as you clutch your phone to bed.

Tomorrow… you'll complete his route for sure…

[ TEYVAT’S SEVEN STARS SYSTEM ACTIVATED! RUNNING GAME FILE NOW ]

Ah. You should've known what was coming.

—

[ CHARACTER FILE: [NAME] [LAST NAME] - CROWN PRINCE KUNIKUZUSHI’S BETROTHED! ]

What the fuck.

You think you've lost feeling in your jaw when the glare of the system shines bright, mocking you.

“[Name], you're awake!” You turn to the sound, and you face probably the most beautiful person you've ever seen. No, what the hell. You've seen him before.

Beautiful silky dark hair, glossy electric indigo eyes, a perpetual aura of ethereal lightness…. the game descriptions weren't lying after all. yes, you weren't dreaming. This was Scaramouche, or should you say at this point in time… Kunikuzushi?

He immediately clings to you. Oh. Oh. Well fuck. “I… uh.”

Scara- ahem, Kunikuzushi’s eyes are littered with tears and oh no you're a weak hearted person for your favorite character. “I'm so glad you're okay! I'm sorry, my mother- I mean, I'm so glad you're okay.”

The rest of the moments is a blur when your… fiance? betrothed? fills you in on what happened. Your mind is fuzzy and you can only piece together just a rough summary of what point in the game you're in.

So, you are currently three years early from the main story. Unfortunately, you are not either of the main protagonists Lumine or Aether. No, the system apparently hates you for being a hater and gave you the most egregious role.

A side character. A side character who barely even appears in the story, left to be trampled on by the story's plot. What's more, you're in the timeline wherein the current Kunikuzushi doesn't take the name Scaramouche because his Mother, the lone Queen Raiden Ei left him when he could not pass the Inazuma kingdom’s test to be worthy of the gnosis.

He took the name Scaramouche after being trained by the shady organization known as the Fatui, the main villainous force in the game and usurped his mother. In other words, a blackened tyrant character!

...And you were the betrothed his mother set for him - executed in the future because he didn't want any trace of Ei’s influence. Amazing.

The future Kunikuzushi would be an arrogant, tsundere and soft-for-only-one-person type of character, but now, he was like a gentle, tucked away from the world young prince.

Wait…. wasn’t he also gullible before?! Very cute, but it's no wonder he blackened so quickly with such a naive personality!

You, well, technically, the character [Name] [Last Name] ended up in this situation after they threatened to leave Kunikuzushi because he was far too fragile for their taste. A side character who’d contributed to Scaramouche’s blackening and paid for it with their life. That was who you were.

Okay, now you pity this boy a lot. He already had a traumatic childhood with Ei not giving him enough love and therefore a plethora of issues, and he'd even end up being a crazy tyrant who stopped at nothing to get the main protagonist in his grasp! For your death flag not to happen, you HAD to do something about that.

You had no choice.

To survive this horrendous fate, you came up with a plan. And that would be Plan give-kunikuzushi-all-the-love-in-the-word-before-he-meets-the-protagonist-and-turn-into-a-blackened-dark-tyrant!

Okay, lengthy plan, but to plan ahead is to be smart, so you can take care of the name later.

—

So far so good, this plan of yours. Plan get-kunikuzushi-to-turn-into-a-sparkly-prince character and not his blackened self was going well! (You gave up on thinking of a cool name) Thank god for cliche romance novels.

So far, you've increased your proximity to him, including him to spend time with you, showering him with bouts of affection and care. And so far, it's been paying off. The once secluded Prince has become so cute and so sweet!

You have to pat yourself on the back for this. You were doing the protagonist a huge favor that now they had a wonderful love interest in their sights for future reference.

Although, if there was one nitpick you had on your conduct, it would be the fact that Kunikuzushi didn't take kindly to others aside from you, and would even be panicked, utterly devastated if you even brought up the mere mention of leaving.

“Break… our engagement in the future?” if it weren't for him looking shell-shocked and deathly pale, the furrow on Kunikuzushi’s face would've been cute. “No! I don't want that! You aren't planning to leave me, are you?”

He gives you the most horrendous god kneeling look of a plea, and of course you drop the subject immediately.

“It was a joke, of course. I'd never want to break our engagement!” you hurriedly reassure, gently taking his hands in yours.

Kunikuzushi looks at you, all puppy eyes and pink cheeks. So cute. Who wouldn't want to stay by his side? You reassure him, “Whatever happens, I'll always stay by your side, okay?”

He looks at your intertwined hands with an unreadable expression on his face. “Do you promise?”

You nod. “I promise, Kuni.”

He nods, gripping your hands tighter, and his expression rivals a blazing sun, brimming with conviction as he pulls you in for a huge hug.

And of course, who wouldn't turn down an opportunity to hug their favorite character?

Surely this time, you’ll definitely escape the death flag and horrendous side character ending, right?!

You don't notice the shadow on Kuni’s face when the mere mention of being separated from you comes up.

In the back of your mind, you wonder what would happen if your Kunikuzushi met the protagonist. Would he immediately fall for them? you wonder, and an uncharacteristic pang of discomfort tugs at your chest. Ah, what would it matter.

You smile at the gentle, pristine and kind Kunikuzushi that's currently excitedly telling you about how Ei praised his sword skills after he beat his younger sister. Even if the main protagonist would come here, you could keep this adorable Kunikuzushi for yourself for just a little longer.

You kiss his cheek, and he heats up. Yes, the future can wait for now.

How the hell did it come to this?

“You told me you'd always stay by my side, right?” a hand slicked with blood is resting on the side of your face. Electric indigo eyes, these ones now having a ruthless glint to them, stare up at your own. “I've removed everything else that can take you away from me. Now, you have no reason to leave.”

By remove, he meant the man who'd decided to make a move on you after you went to the gardens for some fresh air. Hence the blood on his hands and sword, hence the reason why there's a dead body by your feet.

The once adorable and fair-faced Kunikuzushi still turned into Scaramouche after all, and you failed to prevent his blackening. He was truly, undoubtedly the same game Scaramouche.

But… Why was he acting like this? Wasn't this the exclusive feature only the protagonist should be experiencing?

He presses a kiss to your forehead, then the back of your palm. You blush.

Yes, he is now an extremely dangerous individual capable of executing anyone he deems appropriate to just for the sake of it, and yes, this same man is kneeling before you as you're just about to leave after the main storyline cg act just started. And yes, like the protagonist, you should stay far, far away from him.

But could you really? When he was pleading you with such an expression of longing and yearning? He takes your hand to caress it to the side of his face, eyes haughty and grin unsettling, gosh was he so… so attractive, like that.

“You won't leave, right?” Why was he so…. so sweet? Why was this scene structured as if you were the one he wanted to be with, not the protagonist? “You promised me, after all.”

….And why on earth did your heart leap out of your chest when he said he wanted you to stay?

(It was hard to pretend you didn't know why when the smile on your face said otherwise.)

1.5k words, only the real ones know that ive been planning a cliche otome game au since day 1 I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED TO ME WHEN I WAS WRITING THIS FIC 😭 might turn this into a series if people like this though <3

@ MHIIEEE : do not repost, copy or plagiarize or claim my content or work as your own.

[hellithides]

An Invite to Temptation

Synopsis: Arlecchino invites Scaramouche to join in on the fun. Content warning: Dom!Arlecchino x Sub!Fem! reader, Scaramouche x Reader, making out, exhibitionism, threesome, cunnilingus, sesbian lex and scara watches.

4.5k words. NSFW under the cut

Scaramouche opens the door to your shared apartment, his footsteps pausing abruptly at the sight of you and Arlecchino lounging comfortably on the couch. Her arm is draped casually over your shoulder, fingers lightly tracing patterns on your arm. He glares, eyes narrowing as if he’s just walked into something profoundly offensive. With a heavy sigh, he rolls his eyes dramatically.

“Tch. You two are disgusting,” he mutters, the words sharp and biting as they cut through the quiet atmosphere.

You chuckle, completely unfazed by his attitude. Pulling Arlecchino closer, you rest your head against her shoulder. Her presence is warm and grounding, and you feel a sense of contentment despite Scaramouche’s usual sour demeanor.

“Welcome home to you too,” you reply smoothly, your voice light with amusement.

Arlecchino says nothing but shifts slightly, her hand lazily continuing its path along your shoulder, adding to the intimacy between you. Scaramouche, visibly cringing at the sight of the two of you all wrapped up in each other, scoffs loudly, crossing his arms as he leans back against the wall, a look of pure disgust etched onto his face.

“Seriously?” he huffs, eyes flicking between you two. “Can’t you save this revolting display of affection for a private room? Not all of us want to see you practically merged into one person.”

You snort softly, glancing over at him with a mischievous glint in your eye. “It’s pretty private here. I mean, last time I checked, this is my home.”

Arlecchino nods in agreement, her expression unreadable but clearly comfortable with the situation. She shifts a little closer, her fingers brushing lightly along your neck. Scaramouche groans dramatically, his patience thinning by the second.

“Yeah, real private,” he sneers, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “It’s not like I just walked in and got an eyeful of... this.”

He gestures vaguely at the two of you, as if words are insufficient to describe how offensive he finds your closeness. Suddenly, Arlecchino leans in, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers something that makes your heart skip a beat. You shudder, feeling her hand slip beneath the hem of your skirt, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. Scaramouche looks like he's about to keel over. His eyes dart between you and Arlecchino, his initial disdain turning into a look of bewilderment as he catches the suggestive movement of her hand. He raises an eyebrow, clearly at a loss for words.

“You two are not seriously doing this in front of me, are you?” His voice is sharp, but there's an undeniable hint of interest creeping in. "Have you no shame?"

“You can watch,” Arlecchino says, her words dripping with playful provocation. Arlecchino smirks, her sly smile deepening as she shifts you further back into the couch until you’re lying on your back, head resting on the arm with her between your knees. The world around you seem to fall away as her fingers slide against your skin, spreading your thighs ever so slightly. Her movements are deliberate, almost daring, and you feel the heat of her gaze as she remains focused on you. Scaramouche’s reaction is almost comical—his eyes widen, his usual cold composure completely shattered.

“What?” he sputters, the word coming out in a strangled breath. “You’re kidding, right? You can’t be serious... right?”

His voice falters as he averts his gaze, looking anywhere but at the two of you. A light blush creeps up his cheeks, the uncharacteristic color betraying his embarrassment. He shifts his stance awkwardly, crossing his arms tighter, as if trying to form a barrier between him and the situation unfolding in front of him.

"Relax,"

Arlecchino says with a chuckle, her voice low and teasing, her eyes never leaving yours. “We’re just having a little fun. Unless you're interested in joining—”

"As if!"

Scaramouche cuts her off immediately, his face turning even redder. He shakes his head furiously, his voice a pitch higher than usual. “Mm… My already so wet, mon amour. Does the thought of him seeing you so debauched for me turn you on this much?”

“Yes… Fuck, Arle… touch me please.” You respond, unashamed despite Scaramouche’s eyes on you.

Arlecchino only hums as she begins to slip your underwear off. You shudder, anticipating her touch as her hands slide further up your thighs. At this point Arlecchino is between your spread legs, the angle is just right that your little skirt covers you from Scaramouche’s gaze.  He lets out a strangled cough, his face now turning a deep shade of red. He tries to look away, but his eyes keep darting back to you and Arlecchino. He gulps nervously, trying to form a coherent sentence. “You... You're actually going through with this?” “Why not? I mean she’s too pretty a sight not to share.”

Arlecchino chuckles, lifting one of your thighs to her shoulder. The change in position allows Scaramouche just enough of a peek to your already wet folds that his breathing quickens together with the pounding of his heart. He’s rooted to the spot as Arlecchino begins to plant soft kisses onto your inner thighs making you whine her name softly. The sound causes him to throb in his pants.

“Why don’t you take a seat?”

Arlecchino regards him, nodding in the direction of the loveseat adjacent from the couch where the two of you lay. Her lips brush against your clit, earning her a shaky exhale from you. At that, she shifts her attention back to you and presses a kiss to your clit. Your fingers tangle into her silky, black and white locks, tugging gently as she inches even closer. Her movements are deliberate and slow, heightening the tension between you both in the way that she knows all-too-well drives you insane. Your breath catches, and when your half-lidded, dazed eyes meet Scaramouche’s, the charged atmosphere only intensifies.

Scaramouche, frozen in place, seems to struggle with the whirlwind of emotions now stirring within him. His breath hitches sharply, his gaze locked onto yours despite his earlier disgust. There’s something deeper in his eyes now—an unmistakable blend of embarrassment, flickers of desire, and even a faint glint of envy. The tension in the room feels palpable, thick with unspoken feelings. He shifts uncomfortably on the edge of his seat, his fists clenched tightly in his lap as he fights to maintain his composure. Despite his earlier protests, his body betrays him. His flushed cheeks and the way his gaze keeps darting back to you say more than his words ever could. For a moment, the air is thick with possibility, a crossroads between temptation and restraint. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, a brief involuntary gesture as his mind wrestles with the conflicting emotions surging through him. The cold, biting persona he usually hides behind seems to be slipping, and he’s struggling to regain control.

Arlecchino, sensing the charged energy, lets out a soft, amused hum. She doesn't look at Scaramouche directly, but it’s clear she’s aware of the effect the two of you are having on him. Her lips brush lightly against your folds as she speaks, her words barely above a whisper, but loud enough to slice through the tension like a knife.

“Looks like we’ve got an audience.”

Arlecchino says with amusement, noting the way Scaramouche looks at you, drinking in the sight of you as if he was a man who’s been starved for centuries. You feel a ripple of amusement mix with the heat rising in your body. Scaramouche tenses visibly, his jaw clenching as he tears his eyes away, his pride warring with the raw vulnerability that has been laid bare. He looks as if he’s about to say something, but no words come out, only the faintest, shaky exhale.

“Arlecchino—” he finally begins, voice low and strained, as if he’s fighting every word. “This... this is insane. You’re both insane.”

Arlecchino's chuckle is soft but dangerous, a sound that seems to vibrate in the air between you. Her hand slides down your thigh, her gaze never wavering from you, but the weight of her words is unmistakably directed at him.

“Insane? Maybe. But aren’t you curious, Scaramouche? How good your roommate would look cumming on my tongue? How heavenly she sounds? You should be honored I’m letting her sing for you.”

His breath comes out in a shaky sigh, and for the briefest moment, you see his composure crack. He doesn’t respond, but the silence speaks volumes. The room remains heavy with the tension of the moment, the air thick with the unspoken desires and the battle raging behind Scaramouche's guarded eyes. Your head tilts back, lips parted as you let out a moan that reverberates through the room, filling the air with a palpable sense of desire. Arlecchino’s tongue moves with deliberate skill, and her own soft moan in response only deepens the intensity of the moment. The tension between your bodies is electric, almost too much to bear. Scaramouche feels a wave of heat wash over him, his stomach tightening painfully as he grips the arm of the chair beside him, his knuckles turning white from the strain. He swallows hard, trying to ground himself, but it’s no use. The sight of you, so unashamed and vulnerable, moaning with reckless abandon, stirs something deep inside him—something he’s never allowed himself to think about until now.

You moan his name, soft and breathless, “Scara…”

The sound is like a spark, igniting something within him that he didn’t realize was there. Hearing his name roll off your tongue in such a needy, pleading way sends a jolt straight to his core, and he instinctively shifts in his seat, resisting the overwhelming urge to adjust himself. He’s not supposed to feel like this. Not toward you. Not while watching this. But there’s no denying it anymore—the way his pulse quickens, the heat creeping up his neck, the tension coiling in his body. His thoughts are racing, tangled between discomfort and the undeniable pull of desire that’s gnawing at him from within.

"Archons…"

He mutters under his breath, his voice barely audible, almost as if he's trying to convince himself that he's still in control. But even as he whispers it, the tension in his body betrays him. His gaze flickers back to you, drawn against his will to the sight of your flushed skin, the way your body arches slightly in response to Arlecchino’s ministrations.

Arlecchino, ever perceptive, notices the effect you’re having on him. Her eyes flick briefly toward Scaramouche, a predatory glint in them as she continues with deliberate purpose, almost as if she’s drawing him into this intimate dance, even from across the room.

Scaramouche bites down on his lip, hard, trying to focus on anything but the growing heat pooling in his lower abdomen. His breaths come quicker, shorter, and he feels a bead of sweat form at his temple. He’s never felt so conflicted, torn between his usual aloofness and this unfamiliar, overpowering desire surging through him. He tries to look away, to close his eyes and shut out the scene unfolding before him, but the sound of your voice, that soft, yearning moan of his name, keeps echoing in his mind, pulling him deeper into this vortex of sensation.

"Scara..." you moan again, your voice more desperate this time, and the last of his resolve crumbles. He can no longer deny what’s happening inside him—he wants you, needs you, in ways he never imagined. His hands clench tighter around the edge of the desk, his mind spinning as he wrestles with his own desires. In the back of his mind, he knows he should leave, should retreat to his room and pretend this never happened. But something keeps him rooted in place, watching, feeling, wanting—despite every part of him that’s screaming to stop. “Go ahead, you can touch her. Just not here. This pussy’s mine.” Arlecchino’s words hang in the air, sharp and possessive, as she punctuates her claim on you with a harsh suck that sends a surge of pleasure through your body. Your back arches involuntarily, hands pulling at her hair, a loud whine escaping your lips. The sound draws Scaramouche’s attention, his jaw tightening as he processes her invitation. His mind is torn, screaming that this is a line he shouldn’t cross, but his body betrays him, filled with a growing, undeniable desire to touch you, to feel your skin under his hands.

He takes a shaky breath, trying to steady himself. “Are you sure? I... I don’t want to overstep any boundaries.” His voice wavers, hesitant as he looks at both you and her for permission.

“Don’t make me change my mind.” Arlecchino growls, her tone brooking no argument. Her grip on your thighs tightens possessively, her head buried deeper between them, the heat of her movements sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.

“Haah… Arle, feels so good…”

Scaramouche swallows hard at the warning, knowing full well she isn’t one to be defied. But it’s your moans, needy and raw, that ultimately seal his decision. His feet move before his mind can catch up, standing from his seat and closing the distance between you and him. His gaze flickers between you and Arlecchino, heart pounding in his chest, hands trembling as they hover just above your skin.

You whine softly at him, the sound barely above a whisper, “Wanna kiss…”

At your words, Arlecchino growls softly, her actions growing more intense as her tongue works relentlessly against you. She sucks harshly, drawing a loud, desperate moan from your throat as her name tumbles from your lips. The sound drives Scaramouche to the edge, his body reacting to your every movement, to the way you squirm under Arlecchino’s touch.

His eyes darken as he leans in, his breath ghosting over your lips, tantalizingly close. “You want me to kiss you, huh?” he asks, his voice low, taunting. A smirk plays on his lips, but beneath the facade, the heat in his gaze is undeniable. “Ask nicely, then.”

Before you can respond, Arlecchino’s head lifts just slightly, making you whine ever-so-softly from the loss of contact. She glares at Scaramouche, her tone sharp with warning. “You have no right making demands of her.” Her voice is firm, unwavering, and the possessiveness in it is impossible to miss. “Do as she says before you anger me.”

Scaramouche’s eyes flicker with brief annoyance, the idea of being ordered around clearly grating on him. But one look at Arlecchino’s fierce expression reminds him of her power in this moment, and he knows better than to push his luck. He lets out a frustrated huff, his defiance melting under the weight of her authority. His gaze softens as it meets yours again, his resistance crumbling as he sighs.

“Fine. You asked for it.”

Without another word, Scaramouche leans down, kneeling beside the couch and closing the final inch between you. His lips crash against yours in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. It’s possessive, hungry, as if he’s been holding back for far too long. His hand finds your cheek, fingers trembling slightly at the first real touch, and he deepens the kiss, his body pressing closer to yours as he loses himself in the moment.

At the exact same moment, Arlecchino reminds you of her presence by sliding a blackened hand beneath your shirt, cupping your breast harshly through the lace bra. The world seems to blur around you, the heat of his kiss mixing with the relentless pleasure from Arlecchino’s touch and tongue, sending your senses into overdrive. Scaramouche groans deeply, the sound muffled as your moan vibrates against his mouth. His lips move against yours with an almost desperate hunger, the heat between you two igniting like wildfire. His hands slide down to grip your waist, fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you closer, wanting more. The need in him is palpable, his tongue flicking along your bottom lip, seeking permission to deepen the kiss.

“Fuck!”

Your gasp breaks the tension as Arlecchino slips two fingers inside you, her touch sending a jolt through your body. The cry that escapes your lips is raw and involuntary, your body arching into her, giving in to the sensation. In that brief moment of vulnerability, you part your lips just enough for Scaramouche to slip his tongue inside, deepening the kiss with a fervor you hadn’t expected from him. He groans again, the taste of you driving him wild, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth with a newfound boldness. His grip on your waist tightens, as if he’s afraid to let go, afraid to lose the connection. Every inch of your body is buzzing with sensation—Arlecchino’s fingers working you expertly while Scaramouche’s kiss devours you, his breath hot and heavy as his desire matches your own.

The room feels suffocating, heavy with lust and need, and the tension between the three of you crackles in the air like electricity. Arlecchino doesn’t slow her pace, her fingers curling inside you just right, making your hips buck in response, pulling her name from your lips once again.

Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you feel the pressure building within you, your body trembling on the edge. “A-Arle… m’close…” you manage to whimper, voice strained, the desperation evident in every syllable. Arlecchino hums against your clit, a low, satisfied sound that vibrates through your skin, only intensifying the pleasure she’s giving you. Her movements become more focused, determined, as if spurred on by the sound of your need.

Scaramouche pulls away for a moment to watch the two of you with a sharp, almost predatory gaze, his eyes clouded with lust and jealousy. His breathing has grown heavy and uneven, his composure unraveling as he witnesses the scene unfolding before him. His hand moves to cup your chin, tilting your head gently so that he can see the expression on your face—your flushed cheeks, parted lips, and the look of bliss etched in your features.

Hearing your voice tremble as you moan Arlecchino’s name fuels the fire burning within him. An unfamiliar flash of jealousy tightens in his chest, the possessive part of him wanting you to call his name instead. But he pushes that feeling aside, using it to fuel the intensity of his actions. His lips crash against yours again, his kiss desperate and consuming, his tongue dancing with yours as he drinks in every sound you make. He wants to taste your pleasure, to feel it resonate through him.

You moan against Scaramouche’s lips, your body wound tighter and tighter, your senses overwhelmed by both of them. Every flick of Arlecchino’s tongue, every curl of her fingers inside you, pushes you closer to the edge, and Scaramouche’s hungry kiss only adds to the intensity. His low growl reverberates through your mouth, a primal sound that vibrates against your lips, sending shivers down your spine.

Unable to control himself, Scaramouche grinds his hips against the edge of the couch he’s been leaning on, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He groans into your mouth, his tongue delving deeper, exploring you with desperation, as if he’s trying to claim every inch of you. His hand trails down from your chin, his fingers brushing the soft skin of your neck, tracing your collarbone and down to your shoulder. His touch is light but filled with intent, as though he’s memorizing every curve of your body.

Just when you think you can’t take it any longer, Arlecchino delivers a final, harsh suck, and it shatters whatever fragile hold you had left. Your body convulses, pleasure exploding through you in waves as you scream her name, your release hitting you like a tidal wave. Every muscle in your body contracts, and you feel yourself unravel under their touch, lost in the overwhelming sensation.

As you come undone, Scaramouche feels your muffled moans and cries reverberate through your shared kiss, your trembling body sending shudders through him as well. He’s completely enraptured by the way you respond, the way your moans seem to echo in his head, feeding the need within him. He watches, dazed, as Arlecchino pulls away slightly, but not before batting his hand away from you with an almost playful impatience. Without hesitation, Arlecchino swoops in, her lips capturing yours in a hungry, urgent kiss. You moan into her mouth, tasting yourself on her tongue, the intimate connection between the two of you heightening your sensitivity. It’s raw and possessive, her grip on you unrelenting, as if she’s reminding both you and Scaramouche that you belong only to her. Scaramouche, momentarily stunned by being pushed aside, watches the scene unfold with a mixture of awe and frustration. Arlecchino pulls away from your lips after a moment, her breathing heavy, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She holds up her hand, showing off her glistening fingers to both you and Scaramouche, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. The sight of your release coating her fingers sends a jolt of heat through Scaramouche, his mouth going dry as he stares, unable to tear his eyes away.

"Look at what you’ve done," Arlecchino purrs, her voice low and teasing as she holds her fingers in the air, taunting both you and Scaramouche. The slick forms webs between her blackened digits, making Scaramouche imagine what it would taste like. What you would taste like. He gulps the thought down.

“So beautiful, aren’t you?” Her gaze flickers between the two of you, daring him to react. You simply whine in response, unable to even think with how intensely your orgasm has overtaken you. You remain boneless, watching the exchange between the two through dazed eyes. Scaramouche’s chest tightens as he swallows heavily, trying to compose himself, but the sight of you and Arlecchino, the taste of your moans still lingering on his lips, makes it impossible to regain control. His fingers twitch at his side, itching to touch you again, but for now, all he can do is watch, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as the tension between the three of you continues to simmer. Scaramouche’s eyes fixate on Arlecchino's fingers, his breath catching as he takes in the sight of your wetness glistening on her skin. His face heats up instantly, a flush spreading across his cheeks that he can’t hide. The image sears itself into his mind, the raw intimacy of it making his stomach tighten with an emotion he can't quite place—jealousy, desire, frustration, all tangled together.

“I believe that’s enough for you now,” Arlecchino says coolly, her tone carrying a note of finality. “I’m sure you’ve got enough material to get you off for months.” She licks the wetness from her lips and fingers slowly, deliberately, her eyes flicking toward Scaramouche with a smirk as she does so. Every move feels like a taunt, like a reminder that she holds the power here.

Scaramouche swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry as he watches her, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight. His heart pounds in his chest, the frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as he bites the inside of his cheek to keep from saying something rash.

“Excuse me,” Arlecchino adds nonchalantly, as though this entire moment hasn’t left the room charged with tension. “I have to take my girlfriend up to rest.”

With that, she effortlessly scoops you into her arms, cradling you as if you weigh nothing. Scaramouche watches, his muscles tensing as he sees the possessive way she holds you, the way she claims you with every gesture. There's an ache in his chest that he can't ignore, a raw, visceral longing mixed with resentment as you disappear behind the door with her.

He remains seated, staring at the now-closed door with a frustrated huff, his body betraying him as desire and frustration course through him. His chest heaves, breath unsteady, and his pants feel far too tight as he shifts uncomfortably. The room feels far too quiet now, the absence of your presence hanging thick in the air. His mind reels, trying to make sense of everything he’s just witnessed, emotions swirling like a storm inside him.

Before long, Arlecchino returns downstairs, her movements casual yet carrying the same air of dominance that seems to surround her. Scaramouche looks up, his eyes still darkened by the unresolved tension in him. His face is flushed, and despite his efforts to maintain his composure, there’s a hardness in his expression—a mixture of frustration and envy that he can’t quite shake.

Arlecchino meets his gaze with her usual steely confidence, her smirk ever-present. Scaramouche clenches his jaw, fighting the bitter retort that rises to his lips, but his emotions get the better of him. He lets out a frustrated huff, running a hand through his messy hair, glaring at her through narrowed eyes.

“I hope you don’t think this means you can touch her whenever you please.”

“I know my place,” he mutters, the words dripping with sullen bitterness. But even as he says it, the jealousy gnaws at him, an unspoken desire simmering beneath the surface.

“Good,” Arlecchino replies, her tone casual, but there's a dangerous edge to her voice. She takes a step closer, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she adds, “Maybe next time I’ll have you between her legs, servicing her instead.”

Scaramouche’s eyes widen, his jaw dropping open in shock. The possibility of a next time suddenly on the table. For a moment, he’s completely at a loss for words, his mind struggling to process what she’s just said. The boldness of her suggestion hits him like a punch, his body going rigid with embarrassment and surprise. His face flushes an even deeper shade of red, and he lets out a strangled cough, trying to regain his composure.

“W-what?” he stammers, his voice cracking slightly. “You... you can’t be serious.” His heart races, and the thought of what she’s implying sends his mind spiraling. He can’t tell if she’s toying with him or if she genuinely means it, and that uncertainty only makes him more flustered.

Arlecchino tilts her head slightly, her smirk widening at his reaction. “Maybe,” she says, her voice low and teasing, leaving just enough ambiguity to keep him guessing. “I’ll be off now.”

With that, she turns and leaves without another word, her footsteps fading as she exits the room. Scaramouche remains frozen for a moment, his fists clenched at his sides, his mind still spinning from her parting remark. He feels the tension in his body, the way his heart races uncontrollably, the way his breath comes in shallow bursts. Everything about this moment has left him shaken, and not just with frustration—there’s something else stirring deep within him that he refuses to acknowledge.

“Bastard…” he mutters under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he watches the space where she had stood moments before. “Who does she think she is, saying something like that…”

But even as he mutters those words, Scaramouche can’t stop the thoughts racing through his mind, the conflicting emotions that refuse to settle. His heart is still pounding, his body still buzzing, and as much as he tries to calm himself, the fire Arlecchino stoked within him refuses to be extinguished.

[ask4mycashapp]

lollipop daydreams

?

"you realize no means no,, right? or are your comprehension skills more impaired than i thought?"

scaramouche sighs. you've been following him around with your eyeliner pencil in hand,, begging to put it on him. obviously he said no,, but it was getting increasingly harder for scaramouche to deny you.

with your mini skirt swaying,, your doe eyes looking into his,, your little top having your pretty perky tits nearly exposed to him,, your adorably rosy cheeks,, your pouty lips practically pleading to meet his own,, your lollipop stick poking out your mouth,, it was only a matter of time before he gave into your desires.

scaramouche let himself wonder if he could taste your lollipops flavor from your lips before shaking the thought from his head.

pouting harder,, you reply,, "scara pleaseeee? you'd look so hot! i'll do good i promise!" your voice was slightly slurred due to your lollipop,, but not to the point your words were indecipherable.

with pink cheeks and another sigh, scaramouche gave in,,

"fine,, the things i do to satisfy you are insane."

you cheered,, immediately making scaramouche sit on the bed. you got into his lap,, straddling him. your about to open the eyeliner before you have a realization,, "scara youll have to hold this for me,, kay?" you say before popping the lollipop into his mouth,,

"thank you baby!"

his eyes widened,, and the pink blush on his cheeks turned scarlet red. he was getting ready to speak before you cut off his potential protests,, "shh, you might mess me up."

you move up in his lap,, pussy hovering just over his dick. scaramouche let a slight whine out in response.

"good boy,," you whispered,, trying to focus on his eyeliner,, "my good, good boy, arent you?"

scaramouches breathing started to get more erratic,, when you noticed all you did was laugh. once you finished one eye you took a break,, resting right on his now erect cock.

at this moment,, in the midst of his lust induced panic,, scaramouche notices youre not wearing any panties. from that observation he finally comes to a realization: you planned this,, didnt you? you knew something like this would get him worked up,, huh? despite this new revelation scaramouche didnt confront you,, he let it happen.

the reason why is unknown. maybe scaramouche was curious on what youd do next,, or maybe he wanted to be topped by you,, either way you took advantage.

you stayed in that position while finishing his other eye. once you were done you just gaped at your masterpiece,, "..." silence, "fuck,, youre such a pretty boy,, kuni. i need to have you."

with that you take the lollipop stick out of his mouth,, no candy left on it,, and toss it to the side. you push him back onto the bed by his shoulders,, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

scaramouche gave you your chance,, now its his turn.

one hand pulls your top up,, revealing no bra to conceal you pretty tits. meanwhile,,his other hand hand slips up your skirt,, and into your sopping cunt,, eliciting a breathy gasp from you. taking full advantage,, scaramouche slides his tongue into your mouth. he continues to kiss you while he curls his fingers into your sweetest spots,, thumbing at your clit at the same time.

your lips part from his for air,, though you don't get to breathe much before you feel the knot in your lower stomach tighten in the best way possible. until it snaps.

staring into his beautiful purple eyes with your now half lidded ones,, you came in sticky white streaks all over scaramouches long,, slender fingers. if you thought he would give you a moment to recompose yourself you're sorely mistaken.

scara wastes no time flipping you on your back,, one hand holding you your ankles above your head. his other hand busying itself by releasing his throbbing hard cock from the confines of his pants and lining it up with your sopping entrance. scaramouche roughly pushed his cock into you,, immediately bottoming out with a pornographic groan.

he gives you 10 seconds of slow,, sensual strokes before he starts building momentum fast.

it's not long before you're ready to cum again,, and the thing to push you over the edge was scaramouches free hand wrapping around your throat. just like that,, you cum with a scream,, scaramouche right with you. you both collapse onto the bed together after your highs.

and somehow after all of that scaras eyeliner remained unsmudged <3.

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rushed .

everything ?

[yourlocalstranger123]

Part 1 part 2

Ima just make this idea

[You can use this idea, but please tag me or mention me so I can see the wonderful post you made <3 and you're free to change the idea to your choice]

What happens if every stage of Wanderer just you know....appear (either just the betrayal or something else I forgot how to explain σ(^_^;)?

Like

Kunikuzushi, Kabukimono, Scaramouche, Wanderer

And you are just there, dealing with like 4 people.

You sat there as kunikuzushi sat on your lap, and he snuggles you. While Kabukimono is still slightly nice, as he sits there quietly and clings onto your arm. Wanderer just leaned onto your shoulders as he got flustered and would hit you in the arm if you said anything about it. Scaramouche is just watching the whole thing and gets annoyed and embarrassed that his versions of himself are clinging to you. It's not like he's getting jealous or anything.....

[veintrry]

pretty boy kuni who scolds you for being too careless whenever you get injured and you merely mindlessly nod or hum in response, too focused on how beautiful he looks knelt down, tending to your injuries. Till his eyes make contact with yours and you snapping out of it as a sigh leaves him mouth. "You get distracted too easily." Back to scolding, you assumed, but you misses the slight turn of the corner of his lip, his amusement in you finding his appearance so worth while.

pretty boy kuni who makes food for you, saying that he had too many leftovers or that your cooking is so horrid that there is no way you are getting the proteins you need, lying through his teeth. he likes your food, but he enjoys seeing the way you savour his more.

pretty boy kuni that pretended your direct compliments towards him had no affect on him. but they did, they always got to him strongly. he'd bite his lip before shutting you down, and the tips of his ears would turn red. he'd avoid looking at you, but each glimpse of him you got like that was one you kept saved in your mind.

pretty boy kuni that loved you passionately but refused to admit it. who would opt to secretly loving you and enjoying these moments with you because declaring his love to you would be too scary a thing for him. he knew you thought he was beautiful, but surely he can't be the prettiest thing to you. however he on the other hand, adored you.

pretty boy kuni that believed you were prettier than anything else in the world, and craved those nights when you'd fall asleep on him carelessly. the weight of you prominent as he shifted to better adjust your head, then caressing your hair, cradling your head and tucking any stray hairs into place. He thought you were so wonderful like this, so worth being in awe over. He thinks if you ever saw the expression you had him making you'd never let him hear the end of it. That's why he'll keep all of these thoughts and feelings a secret for himself.

[sahisan]

OKAY OKAY BRO. WHAT IF EI KEEP SCARA?? So like inagine a shogun!scara x Kitsune!reader (like Ei and Miko) during the vision hunt decree where reader is helping traveler by distracting scara with cute dates cuddle and keeping him from chasing traveler by holding him in the tightest im race and just sleeping on top of him. BRO AAAA THAT SOUNDS SO CUTE and scara is annoyed at first but eventually just gives in and Ei is just like 🧍‍♀️. idk if you have anons but -💤🌀

★ summary: shogun!kunikuzushi x kitsune!fem!reader. you're using your little tricks to distract him from the traveler's arrival.

☆ cw: sfw. fluff. established relationship. 1009 words.

☾ a/n: thank you 💤🌀anon for your req! i got so inspired that i started writing this almost instantly after getting the req.

there weren't any news in inazuma that weren't heard by shogun's all-knowing ears. the vision hunt decree was progressed well - until some rumors appeared about a certain traveler from the overseas who decided that they're capable of standing against the vision hunt decree, and against the shogun himself.

"hah. how amusing." kunikuzushi mumbled, having a devilish grin attached to his lips. "who do they think they are?"

"hm? what're you talking about, kuni?" you looked over his shoulder curiously, your ears twitching in amusement.

you always watched kunikuzushi's emotional spectre with delight. once even witnessing his face going from having a smirk to one of horror and disgust when he realised that you bought all the available dango from the narukami island just to arrange a picnic date with him, clearly knowing that he hated dango. he got mad instantly, walking away, furiously stomping his feet. (he felt bad right after could barely resist your puppy eyes and wiggling tails when you tried to get him back.)

or when you drew small kitsune all over his face with a permanent ink, or the time when he decided to pay you back with asking the seller to put salt and pepper in your mochi, or the incident in a shrine when you almost got caught-

even if that happened just once, he already witnessed a thousand of your little pranks for the following thousands years of you being by his side.

so you, suddenly appearing near him now, couldn't bring any good news. kunikuzushi knew it, reacting at your emergence with an exasperated groan.

"what do you need now?" he turned around to you, his long kimono hem spread on the grass. he was sat under a few sakura trees, so there were some pink petals on his clothes.

you examined his face with great amusement and a usual soft smile, until... you started giggling. your giggles quickly turned into a full-blown laughing session.

"you- k-kuni- hahaha!... don't you see?" you tried speaking through your laugh, holding a fan up to your lips to cover your giggles.

your hand reached to - as he thought - touch his nose, but instead, you held up a sakura petal between your fingers that sticked to his nose. you couldn't hold back another laughter, tripping over your own kimono and falling on top of him.

"what are you- [name]! get off of me!" kunikuzushi could barely hold a yelp as you fell on him, not letting him get any chance to move.

you spread yourself on top of him, your body a bit shaking from all the laughing, as you tried to steady your hands, putting them on each sides of his head to look down at him. letting out a few last giggles you finally stopped, a large smile plastered on your lips as you stared down at him with amusement. your hand reached once more to touch his hair, getting a few more sakura petals out of it.

kunikuzushi's face looked like a mix of embarrassment and irritation - knitted together brows and a slight blush on his pale cheeks because of how close you two are now - you couldn't guess which one was there more, so your only option was to stare down at him, until a guard from the shogunate approached both of you.

"shogun, the traveler was spotted near tenshukaku." the guard informed, seemingly not minding your little hugging session - could that even be called hugging?

kunikuzushi sighed, running a hand through his hair. the moment was almost ethereal, why did it have to be interrupted so fast?

"that idiot-" he gave a useless try to stand up, only for you to pin him down again.

"hush, you're staying here." you spoke to him, your hand's fingers entwined with his indigo hair, curling and brushing it on some places. "there's no way i'll let you go now."

"[name], stop with these games, it's an emergen-"

"kunikuzushi, i said you're staying here." you shot him a glare with narrowed eyes, a smile disappearing from your features. it then came back almost instantly when you looked up at the guard. yet, the smile on your lips now seemed threatening, showing your authority. "the shogunate are able to keep an eye on them, aren't you?"

"i- y-yes, yes, we can... you can rely on us." the guard, seemingly a bit frightened - as you intended - took a step back, and bowed deeply to both of you. you kept your intimidating grin, nodding to them. they ran as soon as you sent them away.

"that's better." you smiled at kunikuzushi, now without that gloomy appearance. he, in turn, could only stare at you with a sceptical look.

"you didn't even let me finish, and i'm the shogun here." he says, his eyes narrowed and a small frown on his face. giggling, you could tell his pride was hurt by your actions.

"aw, don't get all grumpy. here..." you leaned down, your lips meeting his. the kiss wasn't heated, it was rather transmission of emotions. you enjoy the moment to the fullest; there was no hurry in both your and his actions. he moved his lips slowly, gently, and closes his eyes. you, on the other hand, let your fingers entangle in his hair, moving your hand down to his neck, tips of your fingers gently sliding down his skin.

it was a sweet moment. the sound of the wind as it blows gently through the sakura trees, the birds chirping above, the sun shining bright...

that was, until you heard a crack of wood underneath him. breaking the kiss, you looked down at him with your brows furrowed.

"...did you just break my fan?"

"you didn't let me stand up!" kunikuzushi protested, his back feeling the broken wood. shit, you won't let that slide now, he thought.

"jackass. now you're definitely not going anywhere." you plopped down at him once again, the fur of your ears slightly touching his jaw as you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck. kunikuzushi groaned.

"[name], don't forget that you're a bit... heavy too. ugh... wait, are you sleeping?!"

[axryl]

hellooo, first time writing for scara 🫣 pls lmk if i did well on this HAHAHAHA (mainly because i feel that he’s ooc here, but at the same time i hc that he tends to tone down his habit of calling people names on reader)

might make a part 2, but it depends if this does well

inspired by: backyard boy by claire rosinkranz

neighbor!scaramouche… who’s just moved in next door with his mom and his twin sister. from the window of your room, you watch him bring boxes in from the moving truck; and for a moment, he locks eyes with you. 

neighbor!scaramouche… who wears a scowl as he tends to the flowers planted by his mom in the backyard. you steal nervous glances at him, opting to stare at him from the corner of your eye when his back is turned in hopes that he wouldn’t catch you staring again.

neighbor!scaramouche… who drops by your place with his family, at the invitation from your own mom for a “welcome to the neighborhood” dinner. he reluctantly walks into the house, eyes trailing to every decoration and picture frame hung before his gaze finally lands on you.

—

you introduce yourself awkwardly to him, outstretching your hand for a handshake as your other fiddles with the hem of your shirt. his mother, who goes by the name “ei”, replies to you before he utters a word. 

“don’t mind him, he’s shy,” she sends a small smile your way, “kunikuzushi. his name is kunikuzushi.”

the man in question only sighs heavily, bringing a hand to scratch the side of his neck. 

“and yours?” he mutters.

you tilt your head in confusion, “my what?”

“your name, stupid.”

—

neighbor!scaramouche… who introduces himself to you properly. this time, on your backyard porch, as he insists that he goes by the name “scaramouche”. he hums in acknowledgment to your own introduction, albeit you being embarrassed from your previous confusion.

neighbor!scaramouche… who you get to know more as the adults chatter in the dining room of your home. he and his sister share an occasional banter as the three of you hang out, and you find yourself grinning at the snarky remarks the two siblings send to each other.

neighbor!scaramouche… who says he plays guitar when a guitar instrumental comes on from your speaker. 

—

“and he’s not good at it,” his sister, raiden shogun, snickers.

scaramouche rolls his eyes in return, “as if you’re good with that damn violin either, the thing practically screeches in agony when you play.”

raiden gasps dramatically, bringing a hand to her chest, and you only giggle as you take in the scene of raiden sending a light punch to his shoulder.

he clicks his tongue in annoyance at her punch before shoving her off him. scaramouche then turns to you, his expression switching from one of irritation to one with a softer touch to it.

“i can play to you sometime, i guess. if i-” he cuts himself off, coughing into his fist, “i mean, if you have the time for it.”

your eyes widen at his words. did he really just offer to spend time with you? well damn, if you had known the invitation from your mom would lead to this you’d have been the one to deliver the news yourself. 

with thoughts running a million miles an hour, you snap yourself out of it before letting a smile grow on your face. 

“sure, that would be okay.”

—

neighbor!scaramouche… who at the end of the night, turns to you while both of your families bid each other goodbye and thanks for the dinner. he awkwardly hands you a small piece of crumpled paper, before quickly leaving out of the door with his family before he could see your reaction to his number scribbled messily on the surface.

neighbor!raiden shogun… who watches the scene unfold in front of her as she stands in a way that’s similar to this emoji, “🧍‍♀️”. when scaramouche finally leaves your home, a smirk grows on her face as she notices the red tips of her brother’s ears.

[tellerluna-stories]

catch me if you can!

PAIRING: the wanderer x reader

GENRE: fluff! how it feels to fall for him (quite literally lol)

TW/CW: no graphic content! contains a chase scene + mildly morbid descriptions thanks to salted mushroom man

A/N: this was supposed to be a part of a bunch of other self-indulgent drabbles (including childe and heizou my beloveds,,,) but I've been so busy with irl stuff that I didn't have the energy to write all of them :< so now bongo-head over here has the limelight LOL let's enjoy ourselves to the max scaranation

"Over there! In that alleyway!"

The breath in your lungs rasped uncomfortably as you ran uphill, the treacherous twists and turns of the city winding like a labyrinth before you. There was little room for light in the back-alleys, save for a faint smudge of light in the distance; you willed your feet to move towards that light, pounding against the stone in one last push for freedom—

You burst into daylight and gasped, barely avoiding pitching head-first over the railing at the last moment; the alleyway lead to a gorgeous view of the city below, with a wide spread of coloured roofs that meant almost certain death if you tried making your escape that way.

"You won't get away!" Behind you, the leader of your pursuers snarled, drawing his sword as he stepped closer. The glint in his eyes was nowhere near friendly, and talking things out didn't seem to be an option for he and his crew.

Oh well... Looks like you had no other choice.

You closed your eyes and launched yourself off the railing in one foolish, death-defying leap, and all the world became nothing but pure wind beneath your fingertips.

SWOOSH!

A familiar scent of lotuses and lightning fills your senses, and what was nothing but cold air in your hands has become something warm and soft— you didn't need to open your eyes to know who your saviour is.

"You idiot," He hisses, but in that moment you're too giddy to care. A wild, breathless laugh escapes from your lips as you threw your arms around his neck, clinging on for dear life.

"Do you know how dangerous that stunt was?! You could've fallen straight to your death and they would have had to mop bits of you off the ground!"

"But I didn't!" You singsong, screaming to the winds with all your heart. "You caught me, and that's all that matters! I can only jump like this because I know you'll always be there to catch me!"

The Wanderer says nothing, for he doesn't need to; he speaks in the way his hands tighten their grip on your waist, the slight pressure as he brings you closer to rest in the curve of his shoulder. The clouds fly past in the blink of an eye, but not even the softest of sky-fleece can tempt you to reach for them— not when your arms hold something far more precious, far dearer to your heart than anything else.

[ginmoonnet]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Promise ︴˚࿔₊•

[Wanderer 🐈‍⬛]

Summary: Missing someone is difficult, and trying to forget is not easy either. (／_＼)

Genre: Kinda angst(? Idk it has some

♡︎ Wanderer x fem! Reader (I tried to make it gn! Reader but failed miserably, srry)

Note: Use of “Kuni/Kunikuzushi” referring to Wanderer

It's been about a few months since the two of you broke off any kind of contact.

You can still remember the last time you saw each other in person before what happened, you can even feel his warm hug before leaving saying that you would see each other soon, his image is still projected in your head waving his hand saying goodbye to you with a smile for What would seem like just a few weeks, nothing that hadn't happened before... that's why that last call impacted you so much.—Let's break up—. He blurted out abruptly, not even deigning to give you a coherent explanation. You laughed, thinking it was a joke, but the silence on the other end of the line stopped you in your tracks.—What? What do you mean?—. Another silence; It was true that the last few days they had been having disputes but you didn't think it was that serious.— You’re joking, right? You can’t be for real…Kuni?—. However, you didn't have time to ask anything else since after hearing the beep when hanging up the call he had already blocked or at least deleted you from most of his social networks and you didn't muster the courage to say anything else either.

That's how you didn't call him for sixty days. You felt empty, cold, you even considered finding some vice to distract yourself from that feeling... which you discarded for obvious reasons. Still, you felt like all your attempts to resist calling him or even thinking about it were going down the drain in a matter of seconds, one after the other.

You tried to excuse him, to excuse yourself so you wouldn't feel so guilty in case you lost to yourself and went after him once again. “Maybe he's confused”, “I should call him, it's probably all a misunderstanding”, “we can solve it together”, but you better than anyone knew that it wasn't true and even if they managed to talk, the damage to what they once had was done, which, although it took you a while, you ended up accepting... or so you believed until you couldn't resist it anymore that cold and lonely night.

You waited for a while, feeling more and more regretful with each beep your cell phone made as you waited for him to answer.

When you were just about to chicken out and hang up, you heard a voice on the other end of the line.—…Y/N?—. You felt a lump form in your throat, you could almost see how your nose began to turn red and your eyes glazed over.—I…I'm sorry—. You responded, almost in a whisper.—It’s…okay, Y/N—. He said, no, it wasn't right and he should know it perfectly, right?.—I did it accidentally, it's just... today I saw someone who looked like you and... I thought maybe it was you but…—. Your voice was cut off for a moment, you swallowed heavily and continued.—But you're not here and that's none of my business anymore, I know, it's just that I couldn't help it, I wanted to say hello to you, to know if everything was okay, if You were fine, just that...—.

Kunikuzushi remained silent throughout, letting you talk like he always did, like he always did until that last call. Remembering it made you shed some silent tears, why?. Why, if that time he forced you to swallow your words and doubts, why didn't he did it again? Why did he seem to try to empathize with you? Did he feel sorry for you? for you?. That last thought was the one that gave you the courage to direct your index finger to that red button on the screen but his voice stopped you.—Don't worry, I'm fine... How…how have you been?—. He asked, in the warmest way he had spoken to you in months.

Your chin began to tremble and tears fell uncontrollably, making your head throb.—Kunikuzushi I'm going to hang u…—. You couldn't finish your sentence because he interrupted you without warning. —I'm sorry, Y/N—. A muffled sigh escaped your lips, as if it had been trying to escape from your throat for some time now..—What…?—.

—It wasn't your fault, none of this was your fault, it's just that, I was afraid and I acted without thinking. I was not going through my best moment and I hid it from you for months but I simply couldn't take it anymore, I didn't have the courage to explain myself to you at that moment and I hurt you but that was never my intention, quite the opposite…—. He answered you, calmly, although you could hear the remorse in his voice.—A-after a few days I thought about confessing everything to you, but with what face would I go and explain to you?! After all…the damage had already been done and I thought that not talking to you anymore would be better than trying to clean up my mess, y’know?—. He explained, after that and awkward silence didn’t hesitate to get in the conversation.

—���I waited—. You confessed.—Huh?—. He blurted out, somewhat disconcerted.— I waited, days, weeks and then months. I waited for a call or I don't know, maybe a message?, Any sign that all this could be a mistake... but they never came, Kunikuzushi, they never did—. Silence, the boy didn't know what to respond so you continued.—There are still days that I wish this was all a bad dream, you know?...ha...Even in the mornings when I wake up, I find myself hugging a lot of pillows like I hugged you, but it's not the same and it's sad because I feel like I'm the only one still clinging to the othe—.

—Me too, to be honest—. The blue-haired man stated.

—Huh?, what do you mean?—. You asked.—I also think about you, a lot. I also imagine you with me sometimes…but it's not the same, and it’ll never—.

—Be the same—. You responded.—Yes…—. He confirmed.

After a silence that felt strangely comfortable you spoke again.—So, what now?—. You weren't sure what to do, you wanted to see him, hug him, although, was that really what you wanted?. You were beginning to believe that kicking him to get paid for what he had done to you was also a great option.—I have no idea—. He responded, laughing a little to himself which you also did.—…Thank you for calling me—. He said with regret. You processed his words before responding.—Thank you for responding—. So they both laughed a little again before another silence appeared.

Even when those chuckles and giggles were recents they felt somehow nostalgic for some reason. After a while they both fell silent once again.

—Hey Y/N—. He called you by your name, like he always did.—Yes, Kuni?—.He laughed at the nickname, he hadn't heard it in a while and he was starting to miss it.—I still love you—. You thought for a moment before answering.—Yeah…me too—. You sighed.

Even though y’all had just declared your love after so long, those words felt more like a farewell and, for some strange reason, this time you felt calm.

—I think I'm going to love you for the rest of my life...can I?—. He asked with some shyness and uncertainty. You scoffed at his words and the tone of voice with which he recited them.—Good night, Kuni—. Even though you couldn't see him, he smiled at your words.—Sweet dreams, Y/N—. My dear Y/N…

A/N: TMI!

-NYEHEHRHEHEHE 😼😼😼😼

-I’ll be honest with y’all. I wanted this to be breathtaking, heartbreaking, so sad, horrible miserable, but I didn’t felt like crying that day so ur welcome ig LOL

-It may look as if I was working on everything but the fic that I started and haven’t realized the second part haha hehe hoho…and it’s partially true (I will upload it, someday, I swear) BUT I already got the Xiao and Wanderer one shot finished a while ago and the only thing I did was translate so yeah.

Kisses hugs.

—Moonヽ(^‥^=ゞ). ミ★

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[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

𝓐𝓵𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓽𝓱𝔂𝓶𝓲𝓪

Scaramouche x female reader

Summary : You gift a little cat to your boyfriend Scara and he acts like he doesn't care while in reality he couldn’t be happier.

Fluff : Scara having some troubles with expressing his feelings but still being the cutest. ( Also, it takes place now, when he became Wanderer/Scaramouche at the same time, basically he's a good guy with emotional issues we can say <3 ).

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Today you woke up as joyful as ever. It was the day that you could finally go and adopt a little cat that your eyes noticed a few days back. You wanted to surprise your boyfriend by giving him a little pet that could possibly bring him comfort when he needed some. On top of that, the little animal funnily looked quite alike to Scara, with fur showing a deep black color with soft purple highlights. When you came to bring it back home, you also could discern a thin collar made up of a red rope with at the end of it a tiny white fluffy ball followed by a fine golden feather. He seemed hesitant at first when you tried to pet him but quickly learned to accept your touch with a slight purr. 

When you arrive home with him in one of your arms, you search for your lover discreetly, wanting to keep the surprise until the very end. When you spot him in the living room on the couch, reading a book, you approach him quietly from the back and put your free hand on his eyes to cover them up, making Scara jolt lightly at your presence, soon relaxing when knowing full well that it was you. 

« Care to explain to me what’s the meaning of all of this ? », he said, acting annoyed when in reality you knew him well after all those years together. 

« If I remove my hand, do you promise to keep your eyes closed for a minute, Scara ? », you answered with a smile. 

« Should I trust you my dear ? » he asks you, laughing. 

« You know you can idiot », you answer, giggling as well.  

« Fine, but be quick, I still have to finish my chapter you know », after you remove your hand, you double check if he really was closing his eyes to make sure he wasn’t cheating. You then walk in front of him with the kitty in both your hands and kneel to be on the same level with him. 

« You can open them Scara », you smile. 

When Scara fluttered his eyes open to look at the pet you were holding, the first reaction he had was to be surprised, not knowing what to do or say for a few seconds, just looking at it dumbfounded. 

« What’s this ? », he acts with distance again. 

« Hum, apparently it’s a thing called a cat », you laugh while caressing it calmly. 

« I know that, what do you want me to do with it ? », he was lost now. 

« Well, it’s a gift for my boyfriend but if you don’t want him I can still bring him back to-», you don’t have time to finish your sentence that he cuts you off. You knew very well that even if he tried to act senseless you had indeed caught his attention with the cute animal. 

« Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not gonna abandon the poor thing », he then decided to surprisingly take the kitty in his arms in the most gentle way possible, like it could disappear if he was too harsh with it. Looking at it like it was a little treasure to protect. 

Starting to give him little caresses with the back of his hand, accompanied by a tiny smile starting to form on his face.

When he took notice of you looking at him in this vulnerable state of emotion he tried to fool you again, like you would judge him for showing an ounce of positive emotions. He knew perfectly that he didn’t need to hide this part of him from you now, but he still had some difficulties to make peace with his inner self even if your love was greatly helping him in doing so. 

« That doesn’t mean I like him though », you laugh internally at this. When Scara stands up with the kitty still placed in one of his arms like a fragile baby, your lover approaches you to place a sweet kiss on your cheek. His free hand holding lightly your face, a silent attention as a thank you that he wasn’t ready to articulate for now. But you weren’t impatient, for him everything was worth the wait, and you were eager to know how these two will learn to know each other. 

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During the next few days, your Scara still acted like he didn’t care about his new little companion or that he didn’t like him but in fact it was pretty obvious that he grew very fond of him. 

One day you heard some noises coming from the bathroom and your curiosity brought you in front of your boyfriend in the middle of giving a bath to the little cat.   

« Aren’t you adorable ? », you could hear Scara whisper to him gently, while wetting his little paws with his hands and rubbing them lightly. 

You interrupt his actions with your voice, « I thought you said that you wouldn’t take care of him, hmm my love? »

Your teasing smile made Scara pout in annoyance, « Well, he went outside and came back with muddy paws, I can’t let him dirty up the house, right ? », he half lied, blushing.  

When you exited the bathroom, still waiting outside secretly to see what will happen, you could hear your boyfriend rant about you calmly to the kitty, caressing his head while doing so. 

« Don't listen to her, she's mean you know. » 

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Again, a few days after, when you arrived back home after a long day, only wishing to rest a bit, your eyes stopped on the most adorable scene possible. 

Your soulmate was taking a nap on the couch, laying casually on it with the kitty on his chest sleeping as well, curling on itself like a little furry ball. Scara’s hand was carefully resting on the cat’s body, like he was protecting it even while sleeping. 

You got closer to them quietly so as to not wake them up, and put a kiss on your lover’s forehead, just before positioning yourself beside him. Taking his hand in yours softly and resting your head on his shoulders to take a peaceful sleep as well beside these two adorables beings. 

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The next day, while you were organizing the house a bit, Scara came to you shyly. He looked like he wanted to tell you something but was also overthinking about the way to express his emotions to you. 

« Hum…how to say that, well…don’t you dare make fun of me about it…but…thank you for the gift…I really like him, and I’m glad to have you as my girlfriend. »

Before you can respond to him, your Scara hugs you with all his force, putting his arms around you firmly and placing his head on your chest for comfort. Your hand finding its way on his head, caressing his hair tenderly. A gesture that he always loved from you, letting out a little sigh of content. 

With a smile you asks him, « So…Do you like him more than me ? »

His answer was akin to his personality, « Debatable ».

« Humph, you really are a-», but you don’t have the chance to finish your sentence that your boyfriend put his lips on yours to kiss you fervently, his thumb stroking your cheekbones at the same time. You can feel a teasing smile appearing on Scara’s lips in the midst of the kiss. 

Quickly followed by him whispering on your lips, « I’m just messing with you. »

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Author's Note : It's my first time writing him so I hope I did my little Scara justice, I really love him and his lore and wanted to write a little something for him, with a little thought to his cat form we see in one of his cinematic. As always, please tell me if I did good, as feedback is always appreciated <3 ( Also, 𝓐𝓵𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓽𝓱𝔂𝓶𝓲𝓪 refers to someone who basically shows some issues towards emotions, making a lot of sense with the past of our lovely Scara ).

[fairykazu]

top six things i hate about you ft. scaramouche

cw: angst, hurt/comfort, modern au, it goes from hs to college (in the order of the reasons) | mlist

if anyone knows you, they'll know the list, the list of top five things you hate about the infamous straight-a, cocky student named scaramouche raiden. you and he go way back when he was used to be called kunikuzushi... well, actually, when he went by kabukimono. scaramouche is his new brand now. you hate how he was a sweetheart to a "badass" delinquent, hanging with the group that named itself, the "fatui". whatever that means, you just hate the aftermath of your former best friend, scaramouche.

the list might be petty but hey, it's definitely a list. the list officially started from in middle school when he began to mix with the bad crowd. his saccharine voice that used to talk sweetly to you as you two were best friends changed into something that could only be described as egotistic. whatever group he's in then, it made him think that he's the shit. when really, he was the shittiest friend in eighth grade. only a sweetheart when you two were alone but the rudest boy you'll ever meet in front of his buddies.

number one: you hate the way he talks.

scaramouche talks in such a condescending voice, it sounds too whiny and it's so annoying when he's near your ear. he always acts like he knows better than you and sometimes, you wish someone would put him in his place for the satisfying look of defeat adorned on his face.

you remember once when he saw you lose an academic event against him. after putting up his thankful facade with the staff and the audience, he walked up to you. your friends were comforting you, saying that you got second place. yes, second place to scaramouche. he said your name as one of your friends, kokomi, gave him a dirty look and the other ignored him, averting their attention to you. you looked in his way and he said something like "you snooze you lose" or something so elementary to you. regardless of if it was or not, it still pissed you off.

number two: his smile

you couldn't even classify his smile as a smile when it's always been a smirk. like he was a doll and the only face mold he has only been a smirk. you wish you could remember when he smiled so brightly you used to engrave it into your brain and dream of scaramouche being yours. alas, he's an asshole who's only emote is to laugh like his brain has been removed and chuckle like a manic or smirk whenever something oh-so-great has happened to him.

number three: the way he stares

you two somehow managed to be in the same two classes together each year. it's like he pays the school to sit near you too. this one time in class, miss linyang's liyuean history class, each table was a set of two and had to be coed. you were paired up with a tablemate named kazuha kaedehara. he was very cute as you could remember. but everytime you and kazuha had interacted, you could feel daggers being stared behind you. each time you turned around, it was scaramouche and he turned to his own tablemate, haypasia, pretending to be doing classwork.

during the second semester of history, you were paired up with another student, chongyun, who was a bit quiet but had amazing work ethic. each time you two was working together, chongyun would always look terrified and guess who was behind you two....

scaramouche.

it's actually so sickening how he manages to annoy you. always stuck in your head, rent free. when you brought this up to kokomi, she laughed at you a little and asked a question that annoyed you just a little.

"name, don't you think these points are petty? are you sure it's out of pure hatred?"

you and kokomi were sitting in your bedroom while you debriefed midway through the list. she sipped on her tea quietly as you paused. are this pure hate or... wait? why are you second guessing yourself? kokomi doesn't know what happened to the two of you and why is she even asking that question? "pfft, kokomi, of course, it's a tad-"

kokomi placed her tea down on the nightstand and raised a brow.

"- petty to list these as actual reasons to hate him. but i'm defintely sure these are out of pure... uhm, hatred. nothing else."

"if you say so."

number four: you hate it when he lies

before the identity changes, you remember how his mother lost her twin sister, miss makoto. how that situation of his life has been flipped upside down and how that affected how he treated you. not pinning this hatred on his mother, of course. but you wish things were different.

or at least, there could been a universe you two were still buddy-buddy despite it all. when you asked him what happened, he told you everything was fine in a sweetish voice, so you believed him. even though, you knew it was a lie. you tried to coax the truth out of him, but he never broke it to you.

only when you asked his stepmother, yae miko, she told you the truth out and plain. however, she only told you because she believed you were his girlfriend, and you deserved the reason why he started to ghost you. but you two?

it kind of makes you laugh a little that she believed you two were together. kind of stupid, isn't it? by the time you found out, it was too late. scaramouche ghosted you for a newer crowd and it was fine. you didn't really need him anyway.

number five: you hate it when he's not around

as much you didn't want it to, your routine wasn't the same without him. his presence lingered in the school hallways, in your house, near your bed and next to you. you could only live off of glimpses of him in school and sometimes looking at your archived posts on instagram. sometimes when the thoughts get to you, you go through series of denial again. but you managed to stop yourself from actually sending a text to scaramouche or contacting ever.

you settled for less of him in your life because that's what he has given you. but was it worth it? you don't want to second guess it because if you do, regret would seep into you and linger in your brain until you rot to death.

well, kokomi was right. none of these are out of hatred. there isn't just five reasons you hate him, there's a sixth which was:

number six: you hate it that you don't actually hate him, just miss him

school was over and the summer has started, maybe, it's time to get over this. your group of friends suggested that you should get out more often. during the school year, you were swamped with your job at the cat's tail, studying and responsibilities were piled up. eventually you did fell for their nagging and had a one day off, you spent it with kokomi, yelan and kaeya. in the mall, debriefing sessions and just overall, quality time. however, yelan brought up the fact she was invited to a party hosted by the infamous itto. but you knew if it was hosted by itto, it's likely to seen scaramouche again. not like you couldn't handle it, it's just that... yeah, you couldn't handle seeing his face again. in the tevyat uni, you could because it was school. but out of school, it's over.

yelan saw the look of your face fall as she sighed, "name, you need to get out more. just because the one who could not be named is going to be there doesn't mean you shouldn't know."

kaeya agreed with yelan, "why are you letting a man get in way in fun?" you knew this is how your friends were going to gang up on you. kokomi added, "and we haven't seen you outside of your dorms or even videocalls. please, name, we could have so much fun at the party."

you replied, "just give me three reasons to go." the three of them made eye contact with each other just before blabbering out reasons why you should go.

"you could stop stalking him on instagram!"

"okay, low blow, yelan." you huffed.

"you could finally pull a guy!"

"hanging out with us, the gang???"

"talking to people face to face instead of text to text?" "you keep reposting sad shit on tiktok, it's not healthy to surround yourself with that negativity."

you won't lie some of these things do hurt to hear and they're right. you should go out. it doesn't help being depressed everyday when you only got two months of the summer left. "alright alright. i'll come."

they celebrate with a cheer as you were thinking if you would regret this decision.

you already regret it and the emotion settled on your shoulder. you're at the party, in a corner, and somehow, your friends who preached being by your side disappeared into the crowd who was raving to the music. you were left alone, holding a red solo cup. since it was actually shinbou and yelan's house, not itto's, you knew your way around the house. you saw people making out half-hazardly in the hallways, you winced at the sight of that as you made it out to upstairs, near yelan's beloved koi fish tank. a familiar face saw you, you nearly flinched at the indigo eyes but alas, it wasn't him. it was venti, already tipsy, holding an empty bottle in hand.

"aha! name, i knew you would be there." he said, walking to you, holding onto your shoulder for balance. "c'mere, do you wanna play a party game? you don't have to, of course, but you look a little bored here, standing near..." he paused to look at the pinky and blue colored fish and a white pearlescent fish. "mimi and gojo. woah, how sad was yelan when she was watching jjk?"

venti wasn't a bad person but you knew he was heavily associated with scaramouche. you didn't really want to see him even though your friends encouraged him to face him because he's just a man or something. you ignored the offer for the game and replied with a short answer, "yeah, she was really sad about the anime."

he nodded as he took a tiny swing of the bottle before realizing the bottle was actually empty. he changed the subject back to the game, "anywoo, are you joining us in seven minutes in heaven? or speculating?"

you knew that he wouldn't give up on the offer. he's quite stubborn. you gave in, "the latter."

"alright, follow me." he gave you a cheeky smile.

you saw familiar faces like kazuha and he waved at you. you smiled back. the rest of the people sitting in the circle didn't look familiar to you. venti laughed, "whoops, guys, this is name and name, this is xiao, the star twins, aether and lumine, yoimiya, nilou, albedo and so-and-so!" he placed the green tinted bottle down in the center of the circle, "we are playing spin the bottle."

you glanced at each person in the circle. xiao looked like he was forced to be there. lumine looked indifferent to the situation while aether was giggly... tipsy? you weren't sure why venti said so-and-so but you're sure scaramouche wouldn't play a game like this. after a couple of rounds, only some of the people came out disheveled while the others were just getting to know each other. you feel like this game might be a set up, but you brushed it aside. feeling the fomo get to you, you joined the game. venti cheered as you laugh a little. it was your turn to spin, and you landed on...

the guy venti called so and so. something is wrong, you thought, as venti pushed you two into a random room together and locked it from the inside. you flickered the lights on and the other person in the room looked in your direction. you two were on the opposite sides, the gap between you guys could be compared with the sun and planet uranus. you couldn't make it out who it was in the room with you as he wore clothes that covered any features of him. you just know who it is from the bottom of your heart, "scaramouche."

he chuckled just the way you hate it. how it gets stuck in your head and forever played in your head, how it picked at you. how irritating. "took you long enough, name."

"you're not the type to play this game." you replied, your voice was not warm like it was before outside of this room. it was cold like when you lashed out on him long time ago. he doesn't reply for a while until he took off his mask and retorted, "how would you know? we haven't talked in a while."

"'a while'? it was highschool. that's more than just a while."

he huffed, "whatever."

"'whatever'!" you mimicked his voice. "you're the same guy in highschool."

you noticed how your words pricked at him. you saw the look on his face before, he's riled up. you've seen this face on him before but never as expressive as this. he grunted, "i've changed." you let out a sarcastic laugh, "yeah right."

the room was silent. you were sure these seven minutes might go on for decades now. you were waiting for the time to be over. he broke the ice, "you know what? why are you always pissed to see me?"

"what?"

"you think i'm stupid? why do you always annoyed when our eyes meet or whatever."

"you seriously don't remember?" you're in disbelief. how does this asshole not remember anything? is this how he lives life blissfully.

he rolled his eyes as you clenched your fist. you will knock out his eyes out first before he utters some bullshit excuse. "i remember that you betrayed me first."

his sentence made you confused. betrayed him first? what kind of drugs is he on? baffled, you questioned,

"what?"

he doesn't even flinch but just looked at you with the same face you gave him earlier, "you broke the promise."

"well, you ghosted me and never explained why!" you replied. the gap between you and the indigo haired male slowly got lessen. he opened his mouth until he noticed that you were agitated. he closed it and inhaled. "okay, i'll tell you why i did that and i'll tell you about he promise. don't try to figure out what it is. it was pretty stupid."

"your... emotions aren't stupid, scaramouche."

"it's fine. i ghosted you because i didn't want you to see me at my weakest and i thought you deserved better than me."

"i don't understand."

"i didn't understand it either but i guess... nevermind."

"what???" he changed the subject before you could interject. "the promise was to be together. i guess, you didn't break the promise. i did. i'm sorry for what i did. i think..."

"you think?" you motioned with your hand to tell him to get to the point.

"i think i have feelings for you, name."

"wait what?" were you really getting a confession from your ex best friend right now? if he was really someone you hated, then why were you flustered? "repeat that again?"

"i have feelings for you." you reached for the phone in your backpocket and asked him to repeat it. he saw your phone and refused to tell it again. you wanted to laugh. but you couldn't. your feelings are all over the place and even though, you knew in your heart, you like him back. that kokomi was right. you never hated him and only said so to protect yourself. you couldn't bring yourself to forgive him.

"as much as i accept your feelings, i can't." you noticed how scaramouche looked like a sad, wet cat. "but if we become friends again and iiff one thing leads to another." he interuppted you and smiled. but not in his weird smirking way but in his sweet way, "i understand."

"okay."

the sweet moment between you two ended as soon as venti knocked on the door, "that's very sweet that you two finally made up but get out, it's been longer than seven minutes!"

[jennifer-jeong]

Fluff + Slight Angst | Wanderer x Reader “A Name of Your Own”

SUMMARY Giving him an actual name <3

CONTENT Fluff, little bit of angst, mentions of his past, CHARACTERS ARE 18+

AUTHOR NOTES I think it’s so funny that if you try to name him “Dottore” he says “you can’t be serious…” LMAOOO Basically this is what I named Wanderer and this is how I imagine he’d react to the situation hehe Another Wanderer fic for you pookie <3 @thepurestgirll

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“My own name…?” the confused anemo user asks albeit rhetorically.

You’re in the sunlit akademiya library in the process of choosing a name for Mr Kabukimono/Kunikuzushi/Balladeer/Scaramouche/Wanderer/Hat Guy and he wonders why it feels so strange. He hasn’t really had a name that he necessarily cherished. All were titles given to him that have some alternative meaning or intention behind them. But this time, it’d be a name just for the sake of a name. A name to call him by, a name with a meaning about his soul, not about his status or appearance.

“克仁” (romanized: Katsuhito)

You say the name with a stern look and a gentle smile. He looks up at you, your words pulling him out of his thoughts.

It took you a little bit of research and time to put it together but you decided on this: a meaningful name in his native language.

“I can’t really read the language… What does it mean?” he asks, confused, as you show him the characters.

“克 (Katsu) meaning ‘to overcome,’ and 仁 (Hito) meaning ‘compassionate.’” You explain while writing the symbols on paper, teaching him how to spell his name and how to pronounce it.

“I just thought it fit you pretty nicely. You’ve been through a lot and you’ve come out alive and even after all that… you still somehow have kindness in you. I think that’s what compassion for yourself and others truly is.” You say gently as you look at the paper.

You’re looking at the name but he’s looking at you, his eyes softening at your words and his eyebrows raise ever so slightly. His face reads a mix of surprise and melancholic happiness. He’s surprised that you have such nice things to say about him. He thought that you, the traveler, and Paimon would end up just messing with him when picking a name. But he’s pleasantly surprised and starts to wonder if he really deserves something so nice.

You’d already discussed the name with Nahida and the traveling duo and they loved it. They were also happy to see how much thought you put in it.

“Are you okay?” You ask, looking at him, once again pulling him out of his thoughts. He didn’t realize he was just staring at you instead of paying attention to the paper.

He blinks a few times and stutters out a shy “y-yeah… I just wanted to say… thank you.”

Your eyes widen and then close as you smile at him, “aw you don’t need to thank me, just enjoy your new name!”

He looks down bashfully, trying to conceal his emotions and appreciation. His heart is beating fast, he doesn’t really understand it, especially considering he doesn’t really have an organic one. But he seems to feel emotion the same way you do. This used to piss him off. But right now, he’s kind of glad he can feel this way. He’s glad you make him feel this way.

You’re also feeling bubbly. You’re happy he likes it and it feels like it was a moment for you two to bond. You test the waters a little bit more and say “I was also thinking your nickname could be something like ‘Hito!’”

He blushes ever so slightly as he meets your eyes again. “That sounds…” he stops himself from saying “cute” and opts for “nice” instead.

He was usually pretty irritable and always wore an annoyed look, but because this was important and brought up a lot of emotion at the thought of his old names, he was pretty serious. He was vulnerable. But you didn’t hurt him. He would always remember that.

“Okay! Then it’s settled. Let’s go get some dinner, Hito.” You chime.

“Sounds good…” he replies, uncharacteristically quiet.

You don’t pry though, you know he’s only recently been introduced to the idea of living a life of his own, uncontrolled directly by someone. You figure that this talk about names also brought up unsavory memories.

But he was no longer a puppet to be used. He was just him, and he’d forever be grateful to the people who made that possible.

He watched you jog ahead of him, out of the library and into the sunset. The golden light illuminating your hair and outfit as it flowed in the breeze. You called out to him, telling him how the weather was lovely.

He smiled.

|| MASTERLIST ♡ || Thank you for reading! ||

[hellithides]

So Squish!! - Wanderer x GN! Reader

Synopsis: Wanderer is whipped for your tummy. Fluff.

Thinking about when you and Wanderer cuddle, his hands always wander to your tummy. Whether enjoying the quiet moments after your intimate encounters, or even during the simple act of cuddling before bed, you can trust that his hands would always find themselves gravitating towards your waist.

He would pinch, mold, press, and slide his hands all over your stomach as if it was play-doh. Except it was better, it was warm, it was you, and it was oh so delightfully pliable under his hands. He particularly enjoys pressing his palm down on your lower abdomen as he cups the supple skin, especially since the action never fails to make you squirm.

The first couple times he did this, his explorations were met with playful swats and protests as you tried to protect the your ticklish midsection. He only pouts at you, whining that he can’t help it if your tummy is so soft and squishy. It would be a crime not to have it filling the gaps of his fingers. It’s his favorite part of you, after all.

Over time, you've grown accustomed to his touch, realizing that it's an endearing expression of his affection. The playfulness has become a cherished routine, a shared intimacy that speaks volumes without the need for words. Now, you lie still in your shared bed, allowing him the freedom to knead at the plush skin of your stomach, with him planting kisses along the nape of your neck as you both settle into bed under the warm blankets.

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Author’s note: someone help me figure out tumblr pls i wanna put the little colored lines i see ppl use :<<

[ectoqi]

the finished cover!! ‧₊˚✩彡 [[A Lovesick Puppet's Antithesis]]

[veintrry]

an: ...so hey lol.... ignore me strolling my way back in casually... 💀

Scaramouche who's in denial buy insists you're nothing more than a friend. Feeling something more than the normal level of affection for a friend wasn impossible for him an he didn't want anything to do with it.

Scaramouche who can't help making you meals to appease to your palette purely because you matter to him. It doesn't have to be romantic, he just would rather not carry your body back home if something happened.

Scaramouche who tolerates you, tagging along with you despite his complaints about how bothersome you are. He insists that you had ruined whatever plans he had that day even though in truth he kept them open just in case you wanted to spend time with him.

Scaramouche who had gotten into the habit of being hyper-aware of his surroundings whenever you enter cramped spaces, not wanting you to lose your balance or suffocate in the crowds of people. He covers corners of tables with his hand to avoid you getting hurt but he never stops you when your head hits the top of the cabinet doors, smirking at your pain.

Scaramouche who maybe is fine with this. Maybe he likes you, but you don't have to know that. He's content with the attention you give him and how close you keep him, so as long as you rely on him he'll savour this feeling of being valued by another till he no longer has it.