#scara x reader fluff

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──★ `WANNABE ARIEL, YOUR LOVER ̟ !?

ARTIST: LINK

WANDERER'S your lover. And he's a merman. How cool is that?

NOTES: this won the poll and honestly i dont blame u guys wanderer is so silly as a merman i wanna see him do some tricks like a dolphin in minecraft idk maybe he could do a lil flip in the water

"What's it like?" you ask, kicking yout feet into the crystal clear water that shimmered.

He cocks an eyebrow at you. "What's what like?"

You pause to study him, his eyes that seemed to shine in the low light, his wet raven locks sticking to his face and his nape, his lips that quivered as if he was holding back a few snarky remarks at the way you were looking at him. "To have a tail like that," you finally say, nodding to his tail that was ever so often swishing gently.

He looks at you with an expression that spoke he was either exasperated, irritated, or in thought. Perhaps all of the above.

He watched as you dip yourself further into the water, leaning on your elbows.

He crossed his arms and laid them on the shore, chin resting on his forearm. "You aren't all that bright in the head, has anyone ever told you that?"

"Hey!"

"Say, if I were to ask you," he suddenly reached out and grabbed your ankle, squeezing a yelp from you, ""what is it like to have legs?", what would you say?"

You sigh. "Good point, I guess."

he chuckles dryly at your defeat, tilting his head to see you feign annoyance, eventually giving in and huffing out a small laugh. He lets go of your ankle, the mark of his tight grip still visible on your skin.

There's a moment of silence.

"You're breathtaking, you know that, right?" you mumble, sitting up straight.

Wanderer looked caught off guard, and you savour that moment of him staring at you before saying, in a voice way too loud, "If you're trying to flatter me, it isn't working."

"Mhm." you gaze at his face dusted in red.

"I mean it!" he says.

You lean in and cup his face, pressing a kiss on his nose. He grunts a little, his tail fin sending ripples of waves into the water. You snicker and gently stroke his cheek with your thumb.

He's gazing into your eyes so dreamily.

Then he pulls you by your hips into the water.

You shriek with laughter as you join your lover in the water, the stars watching over you in the dark sky. "Wanderer!"

You thread your fingers through his locks of hair as he kisses you, tender and lovingly.

🍰. BONUS !!

"I am not letting you ride on my back."

"Wanderer, please?"

"..." he eyes you warily. With an exasperated sigh, he leans forward. "Fine, get on. Just this once."

You squeal, wrapping your arms around him, where his human flesh blended into scales, and got on his bare back.

"Hold on," he warned, before diving off into the waters.

You yelped, feeling the wind kiss your face. "Slow down, wait, wait wait, stop, sto-"

And he stopped abruptly, prompty launching you into the water.

He burst out laughing, throwing his head back as you stared at him in embarassment.

"That wasn't funny!" you huff, gently smacking his shoulder. He was grinning from ear to ear as he pressed a kiss on your lips. "I'd do anything just to see that again."

[alatusprinz]

midnight endeavors. - wanderer x reader

genre : fluff

scenario : listening to wanderer's life history for the first time. ( reader is inspired from infp-ish personality bc i adore the idea of scara with a soft s/o)

the wanderer was used to a lot of things. in his painfully long existence, he’d seen things people would never dare dream of, walked through hell confidently with a bitter smirk plastered on his fair face. gritted his teeth through the painful betrayals from those most important to him only to realize it was never as he perceived the truth to be. and after everything, 

in the end- here he was. his indigo eyes looked a tad softer, clearer than you remembered as you finally finished listening to him explaining his past. you felt the amount of trust he had put in you, and wanted nothing more than to embrace him at this moment. yet, silent fear of disturbing him nagged at the back of your mind. to wait. wait for him to open himself more to you. wait until he is completely comfortable with your touch. 

otherwise, perhaps he’d break or scatter from your touch. especially with the forceful disinterested voice and masked blank expression he skillfully upheld in front of you. you could see through his facade, but decided to hold your tongue. one day. one day he’d be ready and you planned on waiting for that day no matter how long it takes. 

when he finished talking and finally glanced at you, however, you noticed his clear, calm violet eyes flash in an expression that resembled revelation.

he crossed his arms to mask his shock again, to keep his composure as he always did around everyone. 

“... why are you crying?” he tried, he swore he really tried not to sound judgmental and crude as he talks to everybody else. he remembers how your face fell subtly whenever he made a particularly harsh statement, how you’d try to explain his behavior to people who weren’t accustomed to him. the worst of it all, he sometimes didn’t know you were in a bad mood already and made it worse with his sharp tongue. no, wanderer never meant it towards you, ever. that’s why he was trying so hard, trying and learning this paradox of  “human emotion” he used to despise to the fullest.

you, on the other hand, only realized a stray tear had rolled down your cheek when he explicitly pointed it out. the mention of his young friend, the ashes and heart, the bittersweet tragedy of his tale as kabukimono, as kunikuzushi, as balladeer and now, as your wanderer. everything about him made you crave more, need more of him, want to love, and be loved in return. especially once you realized he was capable of love no matter how much he defied your suspicions. after all, there was no denying the warmth in his gaze sometimes, no lie in his featherlight touch when he sometimes absentmindedly caresses your cheek when he thinks you’re sleeping. he touches you so gently, like he didn’t believe his sight. like he wasn’t sure if you, or him in fact were real. maybe he had really fallen and faded away to nothing but ashes. maybe he never truly awoke again after his bitter defeat, falling from the sky-high seat of a god, only to be reduced to nothing but dust the moment he fell from that mechanical body. that’s why the true gods he used to hate so much have finally graced him with this hard-to-believe reality- a beautiful one, a meaning in life he found with you by his side. 

he was free now, he was determined in spending the rest of his time wandering the vast world to destinations that suit his liking. until he met yet another mortal he’d fallen hopelessly attached to. 

a joke, wasn’t it? wanderer was sure he had learnt from his past. even if it never meant that his mortal kins were unfaithful to him, he was still convinced that mortals just weren’t meant to exist alongside him. only this time, your loving gaze on him kept coaxing his true self out of his shell with no regards to his reluctance. no, in truth he didn’t want to grow this close to you. but he couldn’t deny you, the closer you came to the wanderer, the more he felt himself slipping away from the clutches of his old persona. he truly changed, thanks to you, a mere mortal- frail, emotional, soft spoken and sweet-toothed who cries at the tales of someone else. unbelievable. 

“i’m so sorry- i didn’t mean to, it was just-” you stumbled over your words, unsure how to explain how you felt about his past. the last thing you wanted was for him to get annoyed over your tears or somehow make him misunderstand that you’re making this about yourself. you really wanted to say how thankful you were to be trusted, how you would be there for when the nights seemed darker than usual, yet no coherent words left your mouth. amidst your panic and futile attempts at hiding your tear-stained face, you failed to notice his same violet eyes soften even more than before. so this was what it felt like to have someone by your side, to have someone… so endearing, crying over his pain as if it were your own. he did, in fact, have friends before, two of them even. but what he was feeling inside was nothing he’d ever imagined prior to your fated encounter.

the wanderer wasn’t sure if he could put a finger on his feelings for now. but he was sure he was gradually realizing why he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you when you aren’t paying attention to him- even if this meant he would end up proving that he was just as human as you were. why he was infinitely entertained by your reactions to his teasing, and sometimes bickering. how he wasn’t entirely angered when you won the pesky quarrel with a witty remark. how he’d “accidentally” brush his hand against yours just to see your eyes widen and avoid his gaze like nothing happened. your body language never lied, that’s one thing he found amusing about you. 

speaking of amusement, he was truly puzzled the first time he got to know you. how were you so mellow? so mellow to the point you seemed like you'd shatter at the touch of his cold porcelain hands.

he wasn’t entirely sure why he felt this protective of you, perhaps even from yourself.  

and now, maybe he finally realized why having a precious fragile human like you cry over his past life story like it was your own brought this warm cozy sensation in his chest. he stayed quiet, silently gazing at you with his chin resting on his hand. 

“...are you done yet?” he felt himself cringe at his usual rough tone, he found it incredibly difficult to not sound like this. fortunately, you seemed to be slowly calming down. but not fast enough to his liking. 

that’s it.

with a deep sigh, he grabbed your wrist and pulled your figure towards his own in one swift motion. for such a slender body, he truly had incredible strength, you had to give him that. 

“what-” your eyes shot open, your sniffling dying down in one quick second from shock.

“humans, especially crybaby ones like you tend to find comfort in physical contact, correct? then so be it. find comfort in me.” rely on me, need me like i need you- he wanted to say but lacked the courage to. he truly had no other way he could word his feelings, but you saw the genuine concern hidden behind his ethereal lavender eyes. he’d never do this with anyone else, not even if the sun arose in the west and set in the east. you were both aware. his grand violet eyes still shone in high honor and pride, yet you felt his hand shiver ever so lightly around you. 

is he nervous? you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling. 

you stopped gawking at him, and allowed yourself to relax against his chest, burying your head in the space between his neck and shoulder. it was strange indeed- the amount of comfort you found in his embrace. his body wasn’t that warm, you imagined it might be cold to cuddle with him on winter nights. but you couldn’t care less, you wanted to spend eternity embraced by his hands. 

your dear wanderer. you snuggled closer in a protective manner, even going as far as to snake your arms around his thin waist. the wanderer’s brows furrowed slightly to your actions, a highly unnecessary and bothersome pink flush dusting his normally pale cheeks. damn you and your gentle touches, always making him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. 

speaking of warm and fuzzy, you were too. he absentmindedly tightened his arms around you, just to feel your body push against his closer. letting out a small sigh of relief, wanderer stared up at the night sky. to think that he would be the one ended up comforted by an embrace, instead of his original intentions. as much as he refused to admit out loud, he truly could get used to this, relaxing and feeling the serenity of the eternal midnight with you wrapped up in his hands. 

neither of you spoke a word. he hugged you to calm you down from your crying, and it looked like he succeeded from the absence of your sniffling and sobbing. yet still, neither of you spoke a word, too busy tangled up in one another’s bodies.

[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ How you have contrasting personalities but they drop everything for you anyway

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche (separate) 

They say love can change anyone, but you have yet to agree with this statement. You never wanted anyone to alter themselves for you, especially if that someone is your beloved. Instead, you always believed that people should stay true to themselves while maintaining mutual love and adoration for each other. And that's how you and your beloved were - contrasting in looks, attitudes, and habits. Yet it made your beloved cherish you all the more, even if it caused unsuspecting passers to raise eyebrows in shock… Maybe it's because your beloved is actually a dreaded Fatui Harbinger, and people didn't expect him to be head over heels whenever you’re in the same room. But what can you say? He always was a softie for you. 

✧ Pierro doesn’t attend public gatherings. Period. Ask any of the high-rank Harbingers and they would tell you how lucky it would be if he were even present for a Harbinger’s inauguration, like when Arlecchino was declared 4th or when Tartaglia received his Delusion. Nevertheless, it is clear that The Jester does not squander his time with social events or benign pleasantries; he’s present only on important occasions.

If you can define what’s important in his book, that is.

An example being was a certain Fatui party. It is not uncommon for the Regrator to organize lavish evenings, especially in recognition if a Harbinger obtained a gnosis, or if another significant mission was masterfully accomplished. The grander was the task, the bigger the event would be. Of course, Pierro never attends those either. 

During one of those organized events - you, of all people, decided to come. Dressed in your finest, glittering lotus flower silk and white silver adorned your figure while you timidly stood amongst the high nobles of Snezhnaya. Your presence was not an unwelcome sight, but you did not strive to bring attention to you either. Expensive parties with Fatui diplomats and Snezhnayan aristocrats were not your usual cup of tea.

Your presence did not bring awning gasps, but Pierro’s did. 

Unannounced, the Director arrived at this sudden party, bringing hushed murmurs amongst the crowds of subordinates and colleagues. Likewise, he wore his most exquisite suit, a mantle-like cape flowing elegantly over his broad shoulders. Before guests and attendees could greet his arrival, The Jester marched straight ahead, not bothering to gaze at whoever tried to initiate conversation. 

No, the man’s attention was focused straight at you, as he passed through everyone and swiftly approached you. With an outstretched hand, a knowing gaze was cast upon you, as he spoke:

“If I may,” - he brought the back of your hand closer to his lips “Would you honor me with a dance?” 

You obliged. Now everyone in the gala was gaping at you two with grandiloquent murmurs. 

“My most cherished, why did you not warn me you’d attend the ball?” - The Jester whispered to your ear, his gloved hand intertwined with yours as the two of you waltzed elegantly. 

“Well, I just thought it would be futile to bother you. You usually hate such occasions.” - you muttered back, overwhelmed at the prospect of meeting his icy gaze; a gaze that only looked at you in tender love and yearning.   

“Then may I inquire on why you decided to attend this one? You avoid them as well.” 

“Okay, just please don’t laugh,” - you whispered. As Pierro kept a hand on your waist, he danced with you across the ballroom, using his broad form to shield you from the unwelcoming gazes of the guests. “You gifted me this fancy attire that I kept hiding in my closet for many months… I simply didn’t have a reason to wear it. So I forced myself to go out just so I could have the excuse of wearing something nice. U-um, that’s it.”  

“And that’s it, love?” 

“...Yeah,” - you nodded defeatedly “Also because I didn’t want to busy you from work.” 

“Oh, my most beloved.” - The Director emitted a hushed chuckle as you two conversed and danced, making sure his words were heard only by you. “I can make all your attires gala-worthy if you so desire. You do not need to be coy, ask and I shall accompany you on any grand occasion." 

Thus, the jester may not attend social events, as he only frequents important ones - the ones you're in, that is. As he whisked you away with a dance and a dip, he kept his hand delicate around you to escape the company of noisy guests who wished to bother you two. But what would be a ball with his lips gently grazing your cheeks at the end of each dance, telling you: 

“Besides, I cannot allow other attendees to assume you are available, now can I? Not while you look so stunning tonight.” 

✧ When Il Capitano was first spotted with you during workout practice, people didn’t even fathom you were his beloved, the only person equal to the Captain. The two of you were simply so…  opposite. The Harbinger was big and imposing, while you were smaller and approachable; which isn’t even a fair comparison, because Capitano just towers over anyone. Everyone looks small next to him! 

Nevertheless, when Capitano had his usual daily practicum along with his rumored significant other, some Fatui soldiers tried to sneak glimpses. Yet what a jarring spectacle it was to see the immovable, assertive Harbinger dismiss his commanding tone in favor of being patient and attentive. 

“My dear, you’ve already run a set of laps and tried to outbeat me during pushup exercises. You are putting too much strain on your ankles after your previous training. We should-” 

“No, we can still go for another round! Fight me!” 

“But, my love-” 

“Fight me!!!”    

Anyway, the fight abruptly subsided. Not because you lost, but because Capitano swiftly lifted you into his arms the instant you launched yourself onto him, consequently refusing to put you down. Therefore, you find yourself being carried by your partner's muscled arms while your feet dangle.

“Aw man, not fair…” - you mumbled, settling to rest on Capitano's forearms. “It's not even a duel if you're just lifting me like a toddler. Set me down, Cappy!” 

“It’s an effective tactic, one that easily neutralizes a hotheaded opponent like yourself.” - Capitano explained calmly. In reality, his body moved with pride as he held onto you securely, as if you were his prized reward for today's training. 

The captain set you down, his armored hands trailing down to your leg, sending a tingling graze onto your skin. And indeed, his punctilious gaze spotted how you tried to hide a limp when exercising. 

“You sprained your ankle,” - Capitano stated.

“Listen, it's not a big deal. Just a strain, I had worse happen.” 

You tried to defend yourself, but The Harbinger already expected your excuses. The man knew better than to argue with you, and instead settled on removing your footwear and gently checking on your injury.

“This is no condition to continue training, my dear. If I let you continue, you'd stubbornly reach Celestia with bloodied knuckles and broken limbs.”

“Yeah! And you bet I'd win!’” - you retorted brightly. At the sight of your confident smile, Capitano chuckled deeply, his pitch-black helmet pressing into your forehead with tender motion.

“I am certain you will, my love. You'll drag The Heavenly Principles by the ear, and have them weeping by your gaze alone. But now, we should get you to rest and apply some ice to your ankle. Shall I carry you?”

You sighed deeply, having no option but to let your beloved's experienced hands help you with your soreness. “Oh well… fine.”

Capitano's training could wait. There was a more crucial matter at hand, literally. With his massive yet calm form carrying you away, your gaze remained fierce but forbearing. 

If some Fatui soldiers witnessed today's event, they'd have to conceal their inconspicuous glances and smiles. After all, the sight of Il Capitano being the big, loving teddy-bear, while you being a menacing gremlin was undoubtedly shock-inducing.  

Nonetheless, who else is worthy of being carried by the 1st Fatui Harbinger and pampered by him? Only you, of course.

✧ Il Dottore is a destructive, stern man. Hunched over the examination table, his gloved hands were tainted in blood while his jaw clenched in aggravation. His hours of working in the lab easily make him irritated, and this irritation further increases whenever certain scientific experiments do not bear fruit. A tense air of suspension was now lingering in his lab; a sign of an upcoming violent outburst.

“Lord Harbinger…” - one of Dottore's lab assistants began, trying to muster the courage to speak without shaking. “This experiment requires another round of testing, w-we might need to start over,”

The Doctor remained still, but the dangerous clutch of the scalpel in his hand didn't go unnoticed. “Perhaps I did not make myself clear?” 

He straightened his shoulders, his masked expression gleaming with malice and murderous intent with each syllable hissed.

“I have given you one simple task. Bring me the results. If this experiment is not completed by tomorrow at the earliest, I will have to remind you how brittle, and puny your useless bones can be-”

Suddenly, the lab door slams open. From the heavy metal doorway, a hasty but familiar person quietly saunters in, unknowingly saving the poor soul that was about to be Dottore's next target. Of course, the person in question is - you. 

“Dottore?” A small murmur escaped you. You stepped closer to Dottore and tugged at his sleeve. “I’m sorry, I can't sleep…” 

An abrupt silence settled in the lab. 

The unnerving tension of the lab was diverted as if a switch was flipped in Dottore's brain. The man swiftly set his scalpel aside, discarded his bloody gloves, and turned into a softer tone when talking to you. 

“Hm, is it so late already? I apologize dear, time must've slipped past me. Do you want me to brew us some tea and join you in bed?”

“Yes, please… Chamomile. if you're not busy, of course.” - you nodded, a tender smile settling on your face.

The sight was fascinating. The eccentric, mad scientist was instantly replaced by a doting partner, who would lower himself to kneel before you and put his hands on your shoulders as if all his lab work and blood-stained messes were already forgotten. Dottore's assistants were indeed quite baffled when you entered the lab. But what was more confusing is that the sudden change of attitude was so drastic, that they all froze in silence and subordination. The poor, unfortunate underlings; one minute dealing with their Lord Harbinger's harsh demeanor, and the other witnessing him hugging you and gazing at you like a lovesick puppy. 

“Perhaps it’s time to wind down for today. I was about to finish for today, anyway. I'll make your tea as you like it and accompany you in bed, dearest.” - Dottore's hand gently rested on your back, as he leisurely ushered you to leave with him. 

“And as for the experiments,” - just before the Harbinger could leave with you in his arms, he sent an ominous glance towards his assistants, one that even through a mask portrayed lethal resolve - “deal with it.”  

Oh well. Someone is staying overtime in the lab. That's how The Doctor was with his work - cruel and unattached. However, unbeknownst to people, when he's back with you in bed, that man is clinging to you throughout the night, groaning about his research while burying his head against your chest. His face takes refuge against the warmth of your body, arms encircling you in a needy embrace around your torso. 

Sometimes, he just needs a good squeeze from you when you cuddle him, that's all.  

✧ A day cannot be concluded if there wasn’t a single instance where Scaramouche’s grumbles weren’t accompanied by your bright grins. Scaramouche has a reputation for his sour disposition whenever he is discontented, that much is known. What isn't known is that the only person who tolerates his cynicism is someone as bright and cheerful as you. Like two sides of the same coin.  

“Hmph, Pathetic. Just because some flowers are blooming doesn’t mean it requires a whole festival to be commemorated for.”  

“Oh, come on, Scara. You accompany me to every Hanami event.” - you smiled back in response to the Harbinger’s scoffs, but the 6th crossed his arms. 

“They are no different each year. Same cherry blossoms, same food stalls you drool over.” 

“But Scara…! The Dango!” 

That’s how the two of you wind up in a narrow cobble street, protected under the soft shadows of cherry blossom, while cascading pink petals gently fall around you. Well, that is how you wind up here, while Scaramouche was naturally dragged by you. Arms linked with one another, the Puppeteer kept his iconic look of displeasure, a huge contrast to your joyous one. One would assume The Harbinger could easily flee your torment and make you scram, but on the contrary: 

He is the one who makes sure your hand is intertwined with his, says “To keep you from running away like a child in a crowd”. 

He is the one running his thumb over your skin, his hand squeezes yours, and says “Don’t get too excited over the food stalls.”      

He is the one rushing with you to find a good secluded spot, away from the crowd, while his hand pulls you closer by the waist, and says “It’s too loud. Here, stay closer.” 

And of course, he is the one buying your favorite Hanami Dango and says “You asked for it so you better enjoy it. And make sure to chew it properly - dango is sticky.” 

For someone who underlines his disapproval vocally, he sure pampers you with no objection about your interests. You’d muse and tease, saying that it was his way of enjoying flower viewing without saying it. However, before you could utter the words, a strong gust of spring wind blew past the street, sending a plethora of flower petals blowing into everyone’s faces. You shielded your eyes, whereas Scaramouche gently tugged at his ichimegasa hat, pulling you closer to further shield you. 

“See? I told you this yearly custom is a nuance.” - he lamented, but his words came out more as a murmur than a groan, perhaps because he held you directly in his proximity. Your faces were closer, and the veil of his hat served as concealment from any public eyes. 

You’d smile. He sure complained a lot, and Scaramouche didn’t like sweet deserts like you did. But whenever the opportunity arose, he’d make sure he had you under the veil of his hat, pressed flush by the hip to him. And if he was lucky, he might taste the sweetness of Dango through your lips instead.  

Listen, I'm a sucker for fluff, okay?

[elixrr]

“could you be seen with me and still act proud?”

➢ Jing Yuan, Argenti, Aventurine, Dan Heng, Blade, Xiao, Childe, Wanderer, Zhongli

➢ Star Rail / Genshin x [GN] Reader

➥ (their answer + reaction to this question)

➥ (comfort / fluff)

✧ - JING YUAN

“Why, of course. I would hold your hand up for the whole of the Xianzhou to see.”

This was pretty expected of the sly general. However, what was unexpected was the way he took you in his arms and lifted you up—bridal style. You begged him to put you down as he opened the doors of his and your room, now making his way outside to remind the whole Xianzhou that you're his and he's yours.

✧ - ARGENTI

“Dearest love—of course, I would be so proud to have the chance to take the hand of mortal beauty itself, and, if it were chivalrous, I would boast about your beauty everywhere I go.”

Ever so poetic, Argenti pulls your heart strings again with his creative (yet cheesy) lines. He loves you; that's a fact that nobody can deny, and he believes that you were sent down by Idrila herself with how attractive you are. Without a hesitant thought, he backs away and offers you his hand—will you accept the offer in which he takes you from place to place, hand in hand, to show the whole world that your his love?

✧ - AVENTURINE

“You wanna take a bet? Here, I'll take you out to dinner if you guess my answer correctly—get it wrong, and I decide on what I'll do with you.”

With a wink and a smile turning into a smirk, it's always hard to guess what Aventurine is thinking, but with the clock ticking, you hardly get time to really think, and so you curiously answer with “no.” A smile grows on his face, and he leans in close, holding your arms. He whispers in your ear, “I guess that means you have to do what I tell you tonight.”

✧ - DAN HENG

“Of course. I do... I do love you, after all.”

His sentences are kept short and simple (with a little bit of blush), just like how they always are. Now, unlike most people on this list, he isn't bringing you outside to let the world know that you're dating, but he would feel and does absolutely feel proud to have you as his love. He reassures you that he would never feel embarrassed or feel the need to hide his love for you, no matter the crowd he's surrounded by.

✧ - BLADE

“Yes. Nobody's taking you, and nobody's taking me. Everyone had better know that you're mine, and the same goes for me.”

His response was rather threatening, but that's typical with Blade. His words are as sharp as his sword, but they're also as meaningful as sharp; his intent is nowhere near ill towards you, and he only means that he's dedicated himself to you already, and it's a dedication that he would never feel embarrassed or guilty for. Now, take his hand—he'll promise the world that you're his tonight.

✧ - XIAO

“Yes. Why wouldn't I be?”

In Adeptus Xiao language, he means, “yes, of course I would. Archons, holding your hand is a blessing itself.” And, though he doesn't admit it, he still feels it. You are his first and only love in several millennia. You, of every person to ever set foot in Liyue, managed to capture his heart when nobody else could. Xiao loves you, and he feels that he will forever, so he prays you'd banish him if he ever hurts you or hides his love away for something trivial because that means the karma got to him and that he's gone mad.

✧ - CHILDE

“Of course, babe! You know what? Let's go on a date right now— everything's on me!”

And that's simply Childe. Without a word, he disappears and reappears with your favorite outfit in hand, and has you put it on (in private as he waits outside the bedroom door), and when you're done, he's suddenly dressed nicely with roses in hand, and he takes you out on a date. How? No clue, but know that he's letting the whole region know that you're his right here and right now.

✧ - WANDERER

“Huh? That's a stupid question. Why are you asking me, anyway?”

Yes. He means yes in every way possible. His sharp tongue speaks the opposite, but Wanderer truly means that he would show you off to the world if he had to. If he has to, mainly because he finds the concept of love in its entirety as stupid, but he also loves you too much to let you leave him, let alone have someone else think that you're some vacant partner just waiting to be taken. Now, hold both of his hands. He'll glide you above Sumeru City and show everyone there that you're his if you're still thinking about the question.

✧ - ZHONGLI

“Well, of course. Would you like to take a walk around the harbor for me to prove that?”

Zhongli senses your insecurity, and he wishes to alleviate your worries, so he takes you to a popular teahouse by a bridge. It's not that grand or special, but he keeps you close to him as you both sip away at your tea and embrace the company of one another.

yes, this was a heathers reference.

[rene-darling]

WHEN- you store things inside your boobies

...very obviously fem reader lmao, you store things in the middle of your chest...

...lyney...xiao...itto...wanderer...

Lyney

You're showing lyney a card trick that learned.

But no matter how much he tries to figure out where you hid the card he just can't get it.

He never usually does this but he's just too curious!!

So he's been asking- no, begging for you to tell him how you did it and where you hid the card!

After much pleading and you repeating "a magician never reveals her secrets" you finally spill.

You tell him to watch carefully and he nods.

His eyes widen and his mouth drops open as he burns red.

You reach down your shirt and pull out a card from in between your boobes

"I- you uh..ah.." he's stuttering, not sure what would be an appropriate response to this.

You just laugh "see, this is why I said you can't do this trick, your tits are too small darlin"

"h-hey- making you blush is my job! Not the other way around!"

he's used to making snarky remarks or dirty jokes he can't believe he fell for this!

Xiao

Xiao recently gifted you some adeptus beads

They were meant to ward away evil spirits and demons and keep you safe when he's not around

However, he's noticed that he can't seem to find you wearing them around your neck, so he decided to ask you about it

"y/n where are you keeping the beads I gave you? I didn't give them to you just for you to leave them somewhere to collect dust."

He huffed offended you wouldn't keep the charm on you.

You already insisted on not calling his name when in trouble so you should at least keep the beads on you!

You just looked at him amused telling him you had them on you but he insisted you showed them to him, so you did.

Pulling down the neckline of your shirt you reached your hand in to grab said beaded necklace.

His mouth dropped once you showed it to him and his face bloomed "i- y-you..you have no respect for the adepti!" he vanished after yelling that likely to hide his blushing face, and his boner

Itto

Recently you've hid one of ittos little purple bugs right before his little match with some kid

He's frantically searching for said bug, insisting that he has to take that one or he won't win! Not that he will either way

"y/nnnnn! Are you sure you haven't seen my little bugger! I really need it!" he's whining like a little baby!

Feeling bad for him you finally relent telling him you might have an idea of where his beetle could be

"REALLYYYY!!! You're the best babe-" you tell him to watch carefully as you pull your shirt down and from in-between your valleys crawled out the purple beetle you had hidden

His mouth dropped his eyes looked like they would pop out of their sockets (imagine gojo when he looked at megumi)

"not fair y/n! Why does the beetle get to stay there and not me!" he's thinking about it being unfair,

Then the next second he wants to see if the beetle would fit in between his tits,

Of course, they do. I mean have you seen his tits? He's very proud of that fact

Wanderer

Nahida recently sent the both of you on an expedition together

He acts like he's not happy but deep down he's happy to be traveling alone with his beloved

Recently you both stopped at a shop to buy something but he had forgotten his mora back at camp.

He looked towards you waiting for you to pay, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at you when you looked at him amused and asked "you sure"

"just pay." well, he insisted, so why would you deny?

As soon as you reached down your shirt his mind short-circuited

You pulled out a mora pouch and handed some mora to the shop keeper like it was nothing and then again stuffed the pouch down your tits.

Grabbing the things you started walking away as wanderer stood there just blushing violently

Looking back you yelled "are you coming or not darling?" he snapped out of it following after you

"did you really have to do that in fucking public?" he huffed in embarrassment, walking back home with a boner is annoying

[azullumi]

SHE = PASSING, ATE = NOTES !!

premise — you're the best seatmate they could ever ask for; alternative, you pass notes with them during one boring period (genshin version). characters — wanderer/scaramouche and kinich content tags — modern!au, established relationship, fluff, nothing written just photos of notes, please pardon my handwriting, losing to kinich in tictactoe ; headcanons

notes from a jellyfish — something short and quick cause my brain is so fried right now

... !! GO TO ✩°｡⋆⸜ passing notes with sunday and moze

wanderer/scaramouche (pink: you, blue: him)

kinich (pink: you, green: him)

© AZULLUMI. plagiarism of any form and type, stealing, copying, translating, reposting my works on other platforms is NOT permitted.

[knnichs]

𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡

when does he realize he’s fallen inlove with you?

c. cyno, kinich, thoma, kaveh, ga-ming, zhongli, scara/wanderer, xiao

t. might be slightly ooc as this is a multicharacter hc, friends to … to friends LOL, fluff, wc 0.4k

as always, author notes at the end!

He realizes it when you are laughing along with him. The two of you hanging off the top of the cliff of a mountain that took hours to climb, sitting on the edge of the plank platform and feeling the wind glide across your hair. He smiles—looking at you with eyes filled with nothing but adoration. He slips a silent thank you for joining him, in this spontaneous hiking trip, for just being with him at this very moment. He loves you more than you’ll ever know, but he won't be able to say that outright no matter how hard he tries, often shoving those feelings down his throat in hopes that you would stick around a little more. Because what would happen if you ended up not feeling the same way? He’d rather have you with him, as a friend, than nothing at all.

cyno, kinich

You find yourself often helping him out with his daily errands for the day. You know it’s exhausting for him, carrying crate after crate, negotiating with the merchants, doing something after another. Your presence alone in these seemingly mundane tasks makes him look forward to these silly things that he once viewed as tiresome. He gets a few hours with you by his side, chatting about everything and nothing, smiling about the stupid things you see along your way—this one is just any regular day for you, but when accompanied with the racing of his heart as he sees you happy being with him, it's certainly a special day for him. One that he’ll treasure, deep in his heart.

thoma, kaveh, ga-ming, zhongli

He claims that it’s nothing. All your attempts at getting close with him, your frequent invites to go somewhere and coincidentally losing the third ticket that was supposed to be for your other friend, you insisting that you stay with him until the sun goes down—no matter where the two of you were. He knows it means something, but he doesn't want to be the one at fault for plain out assuming you liked him. I mean, out of everyone, you really chose him? He says to himself that he'd do his best to show his disinterest, hoping that would stray you off and make you rethink your decisions. He doesn’t act on that thought in the end, finding your presence much better than whatever the wind has to say. It’s too soon to tell you that he loves you anyway.

scaramouche/wanderer, xiao

@ knnichs 2023 ﹑ do not repost, republish, translate, feed to ai or modify any of my works. doing so can and will result into me blocking you.

oh brother i was debating if i should put sethos up on the first one… if you want to you can actually pretend that his name is on the list since i was ABOUT to do it anyway HELP !!! ANYWAY i have a volleyball tournament for the next two days ,, if we win then there will be another vb!reader post soon . other than that i really miss writing for the women of genshin impact sigh. i miss navia. i miss furina. i miss hu tao. i might make a part 2 girl kisser edition,, I REALLY WANT TO !!!!1!!! itll be so much cuter id literally pour my entire soul into it.. ANYWAY see you folks ill be back again soon with a better fic for the network & even more vb au,, my inbox will be open for brainrots & chatting and u can even drop in a request if you want, ill see if i can do it !!

[ivy-elle]

“Don’t.”

The word escapes him before he can swallow them back down. For a second Scaramouche hopes you didn’t hear him. 

But then you’re already turning your head back and look at him over your shoulder, a frown gracing your face. “Don’t what?” 

The bed sheets pool around your waist as you sit at the edge of the bed.

Scaramouche swallows. Now he has to deal with the embarrassment of sounding needy, on top of fighting against his urge to pull you back into bed, his pride is crumbling further. 

When he doesn’t speak up again, you do. “Scara, if this is again about the mission I’m assigned to…“

Scaramouche scoffs as you remind him of that other nuisance. He moves back up, leaning back against the bed's headrest as his eyes settle on your face. A part of him is grateful to shift the topic to a more solid area, away from these… sentiments.

And thus, a scowl settles on his face.

“Precisely,” Scaramouche states. “It is a senseless task and an utter waste of effort.”

You exhale once, then move to settle back down on the bed, hands beneath the pillow as you face him. “I am well aware of that, believe me.”

His dark eyes flicker over your features. “Then why still go?”

“You suggest I just stay at home, because ‘I’m not feeling it’?”

“Yes.”

You scoff, but an amused, if not knowing smile settles on your face. It is obvious, that it’s not about the mission. At least not only. 

“It doesn’t exactly work like that,” you murmur. Your hand reaches out, to trace your fingers along his wrist. His hand twitches slightly, but he doesn’t move. “In case you haven’t noticed, unlike you I’m not a harbinger and thus can’t simply say ‘no’ to my superiors.”

Scaramouche’s hand catches your fingers and pulls you closer to him. “And in case you haven’t noticed, last time I checked I’m in a higher position than you and thus have more authority. If I say that mission is out of your league - you stay.”

You bristle up at his words. Is he kidding? “The hell you mean out of my league?”

His eyebrow curves up at your protest. “I figured it obvious, you’re far above these matters. Don’t let yourself get humiliated.”

“I’m not. It’s nice to have easy tasks once in a while.”

“You know what would be even easier?” His arms move to your waist, drawing you closer. “Staying in bed.”

For a moment you are actually inclined to just skip everything and stay in this position right here right now for the rest of your life. But, alas. Responsibilities and the like. “I might be convinced to stay 20 minutes longer.”

His lips twitch. “Done.”

[angelfishe]

>> 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄

>> scaramouche x kitsune reader ( reverse au )

Instead of abandoning kunikuzushi in the original time line, ei decided to keep him and make him inazuma prince as well the shogunate and leader of inazuma in her place while she's meditating. Him and the head shrine maiden seem to have chemistry together

Inspired a fan art of this au, credits to the artist

After his creation, kunikuzushi was soon crowned to be the prince of inazuma as well as the shogunate of the ruler of inazuma in his mother's place while she was meditating in the plane of euthymia.

He was known as a cold, calculative, cruel but also can be caring for his people, he takes his position with seriousness as well as pride being the son of the electro archon.

In front of the citizens of inazuma he is a strict as well as strong leader. He upholds the rules of the inazuma in high regards following his mothers ideal of eternity.

Amongst the electro nations there are powerful clans as well as powerful warriors and individuals lurking in the nation but not one will be on top of the head of the shrine maidens.

The most powerful yōkai of the current era, the leader of the Narukami shrine as well the heir of kitsune lineage your position was second to the electro archon himself. You were also recognized to be the prince muse.

During your childhood you would visit the electro archon and meet him during his early creation, you and him one time intertwined your hands together and a spark emerged from this action. Even tho he was a puppet he could feel the connection and warmth from this action.

No one is allowed to insult you, it's the same equivalent of insulting the prince himself and anyone would ever do this blasphemous act it's an insult to the electro archon and will be immediately stripped from their position or will be struck by lightning.

You were allowed to visit tenshukaku without permission due to your position, as well when you walk by the guards in order to give a small bow towards you.

Sometimes when duties get too hard, he would lay his head on your lap or chest to hear your heart beat, when he finally knew your present or heard your heartbeat he could rest peacefully knowing you will be there.

One of your duties is to exorcist bad spirits and protect inazuma from them. If there was a spirit that is going rogue in the land you personally would go to the area and banish it, he would tag along with you to make sure you're safe no matter what if he has duties, he will put it on hold because your safety is his priorities amongst all.

You and him sometimes would take a walk together and eat together, many locals recognize you but the prince himself going out with you is something new. Even tho he doesn't have the necessary to eat, he usually enjoyed it because it feels nice sharing a meal together with you.

He would brush your tail due to it bringing comfort towards you, your tail is soft and very puffy as well as big ( similar to Tingyun tail from hsr ) the reason it's big is because it is a combination of your other tails into one.

Sometimes when he's doing paperwork, you would shift into your fox form and lay on his lap and he will continue to pet you.

You bring him comfort as well a lap to lay on when he talks about how he dearly misses his mother even tho he is not allowed to enter the plane of euthymia because it would disturb her meditation. You would comforted and ease his worries.

You would be adorned with expensive kimonos and jewelry from him, exquisite hair pins, kimono made from the finest silk and jewelry made from the rarest of diamonds would be given to you by him.

His favorite activity with you would be admiring the stars or sun on top of tenshukaku as well admiring the fireworks of the festival with his head laying on your shoulder.

He easily gets jealous when a noble man or other yōkai approaches you especially a certain oni who wouldn't stop approaching you and seeking your attention.

He has absolute confidence in your abilities, you're the most powerful yōkai in the current era of inazuma he would always be there to protect you if there's ever a situation of you getting hurt he would personally hunt the thing that dared to hurt you.

If there was ever a battle you and him would stand side by side together, fighting together. Protecting each other.

[hashbrowpn]

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄!

➜ ┊: SCARAMOUCHE FLUFF  ᵎ ✰

໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა scara is such a teaseee!!

In a quiet moment, Wanderer surprised you by delicately capturing your hand and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. His pale eyes locked onto yours, refusing to break the intense eye contact.

A flush crept across your cheeks, and he couldn't help but notice the flustered reaction. A sly smirk played on Wanderer's lips as he teased, "Well, well, looks like a simple kiss has you all worked up."

Rolling your eyes, you tried to maintain composure. "It's just a hand, Wanderer, no need to make a big deal out of it."

His teasing tone persisted. "Didn't know you were so sensitive. Maybe I should try it again and see what happens."

You shot him a glare. "Don't push your luck."

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა YOU'VE REACHED THE END !! THANK YOU FOR READING !!

[alatusprinz]

Matsuri - (Xiao x F!Reader x Scaramouche) - Modern!UniStudents!AU

word count : 5.4k

trigger warning: none except swearing. reader wears a dress and is referred to in feminine titles.

Proceed to masterlist - Matsuri .

Chapter 1 - Matsuri .

It had been exactly a year ago when you first met him. It was a breezy spring night, slightly chilly despite being late May. Hutao had claimed that her friend would be performing on a band night at your university’s clubs assembly, a mini-festival if you will. That being said, it wasn't a big event, so you felt that you could accompany her to listen to live music. 

You remembered arriving slightly late to the concert hall the bands were performing at, thanks to your professor deciding to extend the class time for another 10 minutes without realising the period was over. Stumbling over your feet almost as you hurriedly searched for your brunette friend, you found her high pigtails and signature hat peeking from behind in the middle row and you hastily made your way to the next seat while making sure not to block other students’ view as much as you could. 

Before you could say sorry for making her wait, the next band, the drummer twirling the drum sticks swiftly and setting the beginning of his band’s performance with 4 hits on the cymbal to set the rhythm. When the harmony of bass, electric guitar and every member’s heart poured from the stage to the listeners’ ears, your eyes widened in delight. Total of five members were playing an oh-so familiar song. Your eyes were drawn to the performers as your eyes fixated immediately on one member in particular. 

You simply couldn’t tear your eyes off of the pretty drummer at the back. He was dressed in all black, silver accessories glistening under the harsh stage lighting. He had a black mask on too, you could barely make out his features. Uncertain, but you could’ve sworn you saw a strike of dark green in his hair, dyed prominently and matching perfectly to his freestyle attire. 

The band was apparently known as “Breeze”, and they were currently performing that one song you assumed only you knew, the one you used to listen to religiously in sophomore year of your high school. The band performed with little to criticise, you pondered on how much practice it took to perfect the song. The intense, yet alluring voice of the braided vocalist, motions and precise strums of the guitarists, bassist who seemed to be grinning from one ear to another, and god the way the pretty drummer’s hair swayed along with his movements was effectively driving you insane. He swung the sticks with mastered motion, playing the drum with closed eyes and acute senses of musical perception. It looked so natural to him, you felt almost hypnotised. You barely had the sense to wonder how long he had been playing the drum to play with such professional aura. 

The longer you listened and looked at him, the more he took your breath away with his own beauty and his drumming skills. Hutao’s voice exclaiming how breathtaking the performance was slowly faded away the longer you stared at the drummer in the back- everything about him struck your interest. It was almost strange how pretty the drummer looked, despite his face being covered by a face mask. You'd go as far as to say he appeared like he owned this world then, simply dominating the stage with his performance. Your heart felt like it was about to leap out of your chest any given moment- you felt absolutely enamoured.

Hutao’s crimson eyes glanced in your direction with a raised eyebrow from your silence, wondering what’s got you so focused until she followed your gaze. Surely enough after a while she found the drummer you were staring at- who looked to be your type. 

“The drummer, is it?” She cooed with a teasing smirk, but you kept quiet again due to being preoccupied with the performance fully. 

To your dismay, the mystery of a drummer exited the stage after only two performances, switching to another member of their club as he disappeared behind the curtain. You felt your heart beat wildly in your chest- an uneasy feeling spreading from the moment he disappeared from your sight. Would you ever see him again? Would he perform again? Who even was he? Your mind raced with millions of questions.

Before you knew it, the band performances ended, and you headed home after saying your goodbyes to Hutao. Despite knowing nothing about neither his club nor the mysterious drummer himself, you felt an unexplainable bittersweet feeling swell in your chest- you felt the clawing urge to find him, try to get to know him at least. But he was nowhere to be seen after the event, silently hoping you might see him somewhere if you hung around the avenue for a while, you came to the unfortunate conclusion that his performance was done for the day and he had probably headed back already. 

With a sigh, you headed to the nearby bus station as a mocking thought entered your head- why were you so enamoured to begin with? He was virtually a stranger, were you really about to fall into the cringeworthy troupe of “love at first sight” or something of the sort? Heck, you tried your best to remind yourself that there was a high chance of never seeing him again, unless you made a move which you surely can’t. How could you anyway? Go up to his bandmate and ask for his information? You’d be damned, there was no way. 

As you found your way back home in the bus, you hastily grabbed your phone- suddenly a new idea struck you. Maybe even if he wouldn’t know it was you, the urge to express how amazing the pretty drummer looked on stage was too overwhelming to ignore. Hence, you logged into the anonymous platform of your college you almost never used before and typed away.

“ may. 6th – anonymous post. 

title: Breeze, first and second performance drummer!

content : watching Breeze band’s performance was a blast. the drummer was especially amazing! I wonder if he has a girlfriend… haha… unless? A joke, Anyways, Breeze is such a great band, you have a new fan!” 

You leaned your head against the window and spaced out, silently pondering which assignments you had to do once you went home. The reports on Tuesday class, the team project on Wednesday… Now that finals were about a month away, the professors seem to have an unsaid agreement on burying students with workload. 

Before you knew it you closed your eyes after confirming that your stop wasn’t yet near, settling on at least resting your eyes if not sleep for a few minutes. 

Amidst your attempt to ease your exhaustion, your phone flashed with a certain notification.

You have a new private message in response to your article “Breeze, first and second performance drummer”!

Anonymous: thanks…?

—

One year later - May. 

If someone had told you yesterday that you’d be forced to stand still in the burning afternoon sun and sit on the hard ground without anything to soften the surface tomorrow, you’d have probably rolled your eyes and possibly claimed it wasn’t a big deal. Well, what a turn of events. 

What kind of godforsaken college festival forced you to stand or sit on the ground for 2 hours prior and for another 5 for the actual performances itself with absolutely no seats? Neither the organisation committee nor Hutao, who suggested you went together in the first place, warned you to wear comfortable clothes to sit on the ground. Not to mention it wasn’t soft or grassy, it was mostly dried grass and dirt, hence how uncomfortable it was to sit on without a mat. To make matters worse, the short dried grass sticks to your clothes every time you get up, and the crisp soil would dirty your clothes completely. 

You silently cursed seeing that post yesterday online, claiming that people often wore pretty clothes to college festivals. The post claimed that it was a once in a while opportunity that allowed you to be well dressed because otherwise, everyone reached out for hoodies and sweatpants on normal campus days. It made you rummage through your wardrobe to bring out that one dress you bought months ago and never worn because you never had the occasion to, somewhat apprehensive of standing out too much while still wanting to fit in if people chose a flashier choice of outfits. It had taken you some degree of courage to wear it and leave the house, and of course you had to almost roll around in the dusty ground in that dress once you actually made it to the festival ground. Almost everyone was in comfy attire to begin with, you were the only one in a dress as far as you could see- let alone a shorter one that reached your mid-thighs. It was as if everyone was already notified of the fact that they would be sitting down on the ground, hence trousers coming in as a more ideal choice of clothing if you had only known before you came here. 

Oh well. No use dwelling over it now. 

“I didn’t think they wouldn’t have seats” Hutao hummed next to you, sitting down next to you. Although she also encouraged you to wear a dress today, you squinted when you saw she herself was in a sweatshirt and training trousers like everyone else. So much for “a flashy event”. 

“I didn’t think everyone would be dressed casually too.” You mumbled in complaint, the dress barely doing anything to cover your legs from the spiky grass under you. The more you tried to keep them from pressing into your skin, the more it seemed to leave ugly marks from the pressure. The weather was unforgiving too, the harsh sunlight pouring on you felt like pressing your body to an iron ore that had been exposed to hundreds of degrees in heat. 

“Do your legs hurt? It’s leaving quite the mark” Hutao asked, referring to the grass shaped print from the constant friction from below. 

“Doesn’t really hurt, it just looks ugly” You pulled your legs up, hugging them to your chest instead to keep them from pressing on further although it probably wouldn’t help the already formed shape. You carefully adjusted the skirt of your dress so you don’t unintentionally flash someone indecently. 

“I wish I brought the mat we use for picnics, this looks like it’ll go on forever” She chuckled awkwardly and adjusted her position similarly to yours. 

“Until the end of the festival, yes it seems so” You reluctantly agreed, wondering how long you could last like this. You were in the front row thanks to arriving earlier than most people and waiting for your entrance, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t tempted to leave this instant and change into comfortable clothes. It wouldn’t take you more than an hour to go home and come back, and the festival wasn’t to begin for another hour and a half. But unfortunately, from the hundreds of students behind you and the festival committee repeatedly announcing that re-entry wouldn’t be permitted if you leave your own space, you found your actions restricted. Well, might as well suck it up until the end now that you were already in the best place to enjoy the performances. Or in other words, you had no choice to begin with. 

“Last year they had seats, why not-” Your eyes widened and your words were stuck in your throat when you felt pressure next to you, tugging you slightly to the left and the sensation of something hard bumped into your behind for a moment. After making sure that you weren’t imagining the weird tug, your head snapped to your side, surely seeing the culprit. Your eyes focused on the foot stepping on your dress and your brows furrowed in frustration, slight anger spread in your chest as you bit the inside of your cheek after seeing how the flowy fabric now had a nasty dusty print in the shape of his shoes. It wasn’t as if your dress skirt was spread out everywhere, it was just beside you because it wasn’t that long to begin with- and this guy just had to press his entire shoe print on it. 

With an upset frown, you raised your head to meet his gaze with a glare, finally taking in the sight of the guy who had nothing but the audacity. To make matters even more infuriating, your anger was doubled when he looked you straight in your eye, slowly shifted his gaze to realise how he stepped on your dress and just took his foot away to plop down next to you a tad too comfortably. He appeared to be friends with the other guy on his left, immediately engaging in a conversation while carelessly tossing his backpack in front of him, the bag knocking yours over. The worst part was how he didn’t even apologise or acknowledge your annoyance, in fact he didn’t even look in your direction again, shifting his position to blatantly press closer to you and practically invade your space even though it was clear he could’ve stayed at a comfortable space had he leaned back or got closer to his friend. 

You bit your lip in disbelief, then took a shallow breath to ignore his insufferable behaviour. He was even sitting on the hem of your dress he stepped on, making you passive-aggressively yank it from underneath him and wipe off the dust he oh-so-graciously imprinted on the fabric. And yet again, he paid absolutely no shred of attention to you as he absentmindedly scrolled over his phone and chatted with his friend. 

It wasn’t as though you could get angry at him, really. It was already cramped, the students were all sitting in somewhat-to-very close proximity, he had no other choice- you chanted in your mind to soothe your irritation and diverted your attention to Hutao instead. You almost rolled your eyes when she immediately leaned over to lie her head on your lap with a loud sigh, claiming how exhausted she was. It appeared that she didn’t even see your small “conflict” with the dark purple haired stranger next to you. 

Wait, purple? 

Come to think of it… You discreetly looked back at him again, noticing how his amethyst, almost plum-hued dark hair. Was it dyed? It looked majestic, his curious shade of forelocks. The blinding sunray radiated through his hair, illuminating the colour to appear softer violet in the light. You couldn’t exactly see his face or eyes clearly from the side and with him wearing a cap and a face mask on a boiling hot day, but god you’d be lying if he didn’t look pretty. 

Amidst your “discreet” staring, the stranger glanced in your direction and met your gaze. Okay, now this was something you didn’t intend for to happen. 

“Did nobody teach you that it’s rude to stare or are you just an airhead?” Your eyes widened slightly when he casually struck up a conversation like he already knew you, not to mention his sarcastic tone. His somewhat husky and smooth voice snapped you out of your senses, then you attempted to look away and perhaps apologise until you realised with a slow blink- you weren’t the asshole here, were you? With your brows furrowing and squinting slightly to express yourself, you scoffed softly and crossed your arms on your chest. 

“Do you take delight in leaving footprints over a woman’s dress?” If he was any bit startled by you firing back in the same provoking tone as he used, he didn’t show it one bit. Now that he was fully facing your direction, you had to hold your breath for a moment when your vision fixated on his bold indigo eyes that were a similar shade to his hair. You couldn’t see anything else of his face thanks to his mask, but you were sure you didn’t care enough anyways. His unfairly pretty eyes with a red eyeliner that feels like a statement or perhaps even a warning, and his upturned lashes that were probably longer than yours with mascara and lash curler combined stared into yours with absolutely no hint of emotion other than the slightest glint of amusement. 

“So I’m the bad guy because I ruined your oh-so-pretty dress. The dust disappeared when you wiped it off, what’s the big deal?” He had the audacity to yawn and stretch, yet again scooting closer to you until his knees were pressing against your legs. One second was all you needed to scan your surroundings briefly, surely enough nobody else was as closely leaning onto the person next to them so blatantly. 

“Normally, people tend to apologise for such behaviour” You didn’t even bother to hide your glare when he kept pressing your buttons more. A part of you was surprised Hutao didn’t step in, but judging from her amused gaze and observation you could see in your peripheral vision, you knew she had no intentions on disturbing her only source of entertainment as of now. 

“Oh I am terribly sorry my lady, please forgive this careless commoner for tarnishing your luxe dress” His entire face shifted into a dramatic feign of guilt, our so you’d assume from the artificial attempt at softening his eyes and brows being brought together with too much force. Not much of an emotion could be told when a mask is covering half his face, you thought to yourself. 

“Is that what you wanted to hear?” Your eye twitched subtly when he scooted in towards you yet again, now even going as far as to rest his chin on his hand, leaning in closer. Either he was doing it on purpose or he had seriously no consideration for your personal space, you noticed yet again that he was sitting on your dress. 

“It’s not what I wanted, it’s called manners and basic compensation for when you make a mistake.” This time you reached out and yanked the fabric back again, both in an attempt to pull your skirt back and hopefully put some distance between you two although it wasn’t looking hopeful at this point. 

“Compensation? Is that what you want from me, then?” He raised his brows in slight interest, his eyes shamelessly glancing down to your short dress and exposed legs thanks to the mini length of the dress. 

“I never said so, I just want some space if you will.” You reluctantly moved over to Hutao’s side slightly, not thrilled that you had to share some of your own space because he decided that he deserved to occupy half of your seat. He made no attempts to lean in close again to your relief, and you finally turned your gaze back to Hutao. 

Before you could say anything, she smirked amusedly and patted your shoulder. 

“Good job for standing your ground for once, my lady” You groaned softly when she teased you for the infuriating title he teased you with just now. 

“Don’t mention that again.” 

—

Surely enough, the festival started on time despite the painfully long wait. The first half were reserved for bands and singing performances while the last few ones would be dancing clubs. From the first few performances causing a positive reaction from the crowd, you finally felt that all the inconveniences were worth it in the end. Now that the time slowly flowed and it’s evening, at least the sunray stopped cascading all over you harshly. It was the most pleasant weather of the day in hot summer days, where the sun is setting gradually and the warm breeze adorned your hair. 

You decided it would probably be better to sit down while you could because you’d be inevitably standing up once the dance started. At least the vocal performances allowed you to relax for a while until you had to stand up amidst a sea of people for around 4 hours. Your feet were already aching from being here from 2pm to 5:30pm now when it finally started. 

Speaking of aching, your patience was also running thinner every second thanks to the infuriating man next to you who kept accidentally or maybe even purposefully bumping his shoulder to yours, constantly glancing at you shamelessly to observe your brows furrow in irritation. For the past hour or so you’ve been trying to find a way to put some space between you two, and yet this purple-headed menace decided that you were his entertainment for the entire duration of this festival. From what you could tell, he was barely even looking at the stage or performances, all he seemed to focus on was his phone once in a while and then his attention always diverted back to you before long. God knows why he was so insistent on pissing you off, you were half tempted to snap at him like he did with you before with no second thought, but you held back half by your patience and the way you knew that would possibly amuse him even further. Maybe if you ignored him for long enough he’d finally leave you alone. Hopefully. 

Another rap performance ended as the club members ended their song with a dramatic mic drop, making the crowd of students cheer loudly from the lively atmosphere they brought on. With a small smile you clapped, the energetic stage cheering you up a bit. Hutao cheered with a whistle, seemingly friends with one of the rappers as he waved at her with a small wink. You’d ask her later who he was, you mentally noted. 

Just as you tried to reach down to fix your bag on the ground seeing as it had dropped yet again, a particularly strong wind blew and you hurriedly held your skirt from flowing up. Hearing your small gasp, the purple-haired prick looked down at you and smirked amusedly yet again, meeting your gaze with absolutely no concealing his smug smile. 

“Having a little trouble, fair lady?” Never mind. Just how hard could it be for him to let you be? You mentally groaned at his snarky remark decorated with the irksome endearment, smoothly grasping the opportunity to ridicule you yet again almost as if he’d been waiting for a chance. Sitting down to fix your bag upwards, you got up and dusted your skirt while ignoring his words and instead fixating your gaze on the vocal performance instead. Just as you were finally appreciating the pretty voice of the singer on stage, another blast of wind made your skirt lift up even higher. This time even the infuriating stranger looked somewhat surprised by the strength of the breeze and looked around briefly (you’d assume to see if anyone saw your unfortunate fate to laugh along with him but you guess you’ll never know) and sighed under his breath. 

For possibly the fiftieth time today you adjusted your dress, pulling it down by the hem to cover your legs as much as you could. While silently cursing in your mind, just when your head hung low to check how it looked again, a heavy piece of fabric dropped on top of you. 

Immediately making you jerk up, your eyes widened in shock when something that resembled a kind of clothing completely draped over your face, obscuring your vision. You reached out to pull the fabric off of your head and held it in your hand. Surely enough it was a shirt now that you looked at it properly, a black cotton cloth material zip-up shirt. If you remembered correctly, the guy next to you was wearing this less than a minute ago.

As you stood motionlessly with a puzzled look, the guy next to you sighed loudly again, rubbing the back of his neck and he looked away. 

“Wrap them around your skimpy short dress or something, unless you want to give everyone here a show.” For a moment you thought you were hallucinating or hearing voices inside your head, there was absolutely no way he could be this thoughtful to you of all people. You slowly looked in his direction to find his face turned towards you again, above his black face mask you could see his indigo eyes boring into yours with a serious look. So he was being genuine, there was no hint of amusement or playing around from the way he stared at you. 

“...Are you just going to stare at me like that? Hurry up before the wind blows up again.” You had half the mind to murmur soft words of gratitude and wrapped the sleeves around your waist, securing it in place. Thanks to the oversized length and the fairly thick material keeping your flowy skirt in place, you wouldn’t have to worry about your dress flying up again. 

Now, you would be lying if you didn’t find his thoughtfulness touching, especially considering neither of you even knew each other’s names. Yet despite his uncharacteristically kind action, you still couldn’t help the suspicious gaze you discreetly threw in his direction, wondering what caused the sudden shift of heart. 

“Don’t give me that look, you asked me for compensation earlier and I provided you with what you asked. As simple as that.” From the way he never took his eyes off of you regardless whether you two were talking or not and from the way you seem unable to meet his gaze most of the time, you concluded either one or both of the following ideas would be true. One, he had an incredibly weighty gaze and therefore somehow made you nervous. Or two, you found it difficult to hold eye contact from the beginning. Anyhow, you didn’t have the liberties to think it over as you hurriedly looked back at the stage from the sudden turn of tension between the two of you. 

With an amused look and raising his brow, he put his hands in his pockets. Yet again he still kept his eyes on you shamelessly. From what you could tell, he could give no crap about being discreet. 

“You know, I’m starting to think you’re the one with a staring problem, not me.” You mumbled with a sigh, turning to look at him fully. 

“Something you want to say?” You could’ve sworn his face lit up in smug delight when you finally acknowledged his presence. Maybe this is what he’d been waiting for or he just absolutely adored seeing signs of  irritation on you. What a taste he had. 

“Why, is that how you talk to your saviour of the evening? I’d say I just helped out a damsel in distress, no?” Of course he felt the need to bring it up. 

“Like I said, I’m grateful. Thank you.” You repeated your words from earlier, rotating your wrists slightly to crack it, a habit you don’t even notice often now. 

Surely he did notice, adding onto your unfortunate streak of events in the span of just one evening. 

“Your wrists make quite the crack, you sure you’re not an elderly in exertion instead?” It was safe to say your eyes were permanently squinted in annoyance when his teasing continued. 

“Or the aged in agony? I’m unsure if you’re quite the damsel anymore.” 

“Oh shut it, bowlhead.” You sneered at him and rubbed your face in exasperation. Although it had barely been a few hours since you had the misfortune of being stuck next to him, you were positive you aged at least ten years thanks to this prick that had nothing better to do than distress you. 

“Virago.” Your eye twitched at his smug tone yet again. 

“Creep.” 

“Snob.”

“Prick.” 

“Vixen.”

“You-” Without even realising when the two of you decided to have a battle on who knew the wider range of insults, it felt like it had been quite a time past when you two both quieted down when the singer’s performance ended. If you remembered correctly, she had been scheduled for 20 minutes onstage. Surely enough, it had been over 10 minutes since you wasted your time with him without even properly enjoying the show that the various club members probably spent months preparing for. And judging from the crowd cheering even louder than before, you had a hunch she did a splendid job performing. Too bad you had to miss it thanks to this gremlin next to you. 

“Scaramouche, do you know the girl next to you?” His friend on his other side called out, a white haired guy with a red streak atop his bangs peering over to you and smiling gently. So his name was Scaramouche. What in the Bohemian Rhapsody was that name? At least you were unsure but you could always ask him to do the fandango if he decides to bother you again. 

“I don’t know this-” Before Scaramouche could answer, his kind friend talked to you again with a polite wave and a small head-bow. 

“Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Kazuha.” Despite his infuriating friend, Kazuha himself seemed very gentle hearted and dignified. Just from his soft smile, you found yourself curiously questioning just how such polar opposites came to be friends. 

“Hi, you can call me (Name). It’s nice to meet you too. This is Hutao, my friend.” You introduced your brunette companion next to you with a matching smile on both of your faces. Hutao made a peace sign and made small conversation with Kazuha while as expected, Scaramouche made no moves or word for self introduction. 

“What major are you in, Kazuha? What year?” Hutao’s cheerful voice rang out as she leaned over to talk to him. 

“Oh, I’m a third year in Nursing. How about you two?” You couldn’t help the pleasant surprise, yet you had a feeling he was an excellent fit for his major. If you were a patient and saw your nurse to be as kind and accommodating as Kazuha, it’d have definitely helped you feel at ease. 

“Oh, we’re in our junior year too! She majors in Psychology and I’m in Biotechnology, Food Science.” Hutao spoke over you, but you didn’t exactly mind from the way she looked happy to be making new friends. 

Neither you nor Hutao exactly felt bothered by the silence of “Scaramouche” despite the rest of you sharing a conversation, but Kazuha seemed to mind from the way he kept somewhat concernedly smiling at you two and softly nudging him with his elbow to which he blatantly ignored. For someone who looked like he couldn’t give less crap about the festival just a few minutes ago, he was focusing on watching the stage for once. You weren’t sure if he just loathed you or was unfriendly to strangers to begin with, but it was safe to say he didn’t bother you much anymore. 

“Come on Scara, you could at least introduce yourself.” Kazuha gently reminded him of the basic manner, making him begrudgingly look in your direction. You imagine you’d have been pissed if you were Hutao from the way “Scara” didn’t spare one second to look at her. 

“Scaramouche. Fourth year in Fine Arts.” That was all he said and looked back at the singers on stage, standing straight with his arms crossed over his chest. As another cool breeze blew, you suddenly felt concerned if Scaramouche was feeling cold. After all, since he gave his zip-up hoodie to you, he was now in a tight sleeveless top that showed off his slender arms. In truth you wanted to ask if he needed his shirt back, but the snarky remark bound to follow held you back as you were left stumbling over your words and quieting down.

In the corner of your eye, Kazuha seemed to notice Scaramouche’s bare arms at the same time as you did. He looked somewhat surprised to realise his friend’s shirt had mysteriously disappeared despite the slightly chilly weather until his scarlet eyes fixated on the shirt wrapped around your waist. 

If it were an animated show, you’d imagine a lightbulb would light up atop Kazuha’s head from the way his soft expression suddenly turned knowing with a slightly teasing smile. Your eyes widened at his misunderstanding, wondering just how you could explain this. 

“Moving on- it is our pleasure to introduce our next live music band, Breeze!” 

The announcement rang out through the open area full of students, the band name taking your breath away as your gaze found a familiar figure walk up to the stage.  

[bluelockmaniac]

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 would rather descend to the depths of hell rather than admit how much he loves it when you straddle his lap to apply his vibrant red eyeliner. his intent gaze was fixed on you as you brought the eyeliner container to your lips, effortlessly biting the cap off and dropping it elsewhere.

"close your left eye for me, scara," you squint your eyes in concentration, gently cupping his flustered face. he sighs in annoyance as he sets aside his pride and reluctantly lowers his eyelid.

"hmph," he mumbles as his arm encircles your waist, "you look like you enjoy making me look ridiculous. i hope you're satisfied."

you roll your eyes and let out a soft laugh, meticulously dragging the vivid ink along the outer corners of his eyes. "you say that every time, dummy."

he hisses, "and i mean it every time!"

"finee, i guess i'll just get off my pretty boyfriend's lap because he doesn't want me to—"

"absolutely not," he scoffs and tightens his hold on you, flipping open the compact mirror in his other hand before bringing it closer to his eye.

scaramouche blinks slowly, scowls, then throws the mirror on the bed and snaps his head to the side in embarrassment.

"ugh...i guess you're not completely hopeless after all," he murmurs under his breath with a hint of shame. "but don't misunderstand and get ahead of yourself, you arrogant fool! i'm still way better at this than you are, okay!?"

sigh. he'll never change.

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[iomoru]

oohh a fic with genshin men (kinich, kazuha, wriothesley, scara) where they accidentally hurt you (minor only - like scratches, not physical abuse or anyt) while in a heated argument and then a part on how they would apologize? tyty just a quick drabble I had in my head while scrolling Tumblr ^.^

Sincere Regrets

➢ 𝐀/𝐧: I deeply apologize for the late reply Neptune anon, I lost the motivation to write lately so I didn't manage to write this quickly. Although I do hope this satisfies your needs!<3 (＾ω＾)

➢ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Canon Verse, Light Angst, Angst w/ comfort, Gn! Reader, Second Person, Not Proofread

➢ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬: Kinich, Kazuha, Wriothesley, Scaramouche

➢ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In the heat of an argument, you're accidentally hurt by his actions. Regret follows quickly, and he apologizes, showing how much he truly cares for you.

© ²⁰²⁴ ɪᴏᴍᴏʀᴜ ✰ do not repost, translate, plagiarize, use to train ai, or share my work on other social media platforms.

Kinich

The argument was over his stubbornness. You had been walking beside him when you reached out to stop him from recklessly walking into danger.

“Let me handle it!” he snapped, brushing your hand away. But his hand caught yours with more force than he intended, pushing you slightly backward. You stumbled, tripping on a loose stone.

He immediately turned, his fiery gaze softening into alarm. “I didn’t mean to…” His voice faltered as he reached for you, pulling you upright with unexpected gentleness.

Later that night, he sat beside you by the fire. “I shouldn’t have acted like that,” he murmured, his golden eyes dim with regret. “Your safety matters more to me than anything, even my pride. I’m sorry for hurting you.” He carefully took your hand, tracing where he’d accidentally struck it, his touch filled with reverence.

Kazuha

The storm outside matched the intensity of your argument. Kazuha rarely raised his voice, but the disagreement had pushed him past his usual calm demeanor.

“I don’t need your pity!” he exclaimed, turning sharply. In his frustration, his shoulder bumped into yours, sending you back a step against the table behind you.

His eyes widened, his anger dissipating instantly. “Are you alright?” His hands hovered near you, unsure if you wanted his touch after what had happened.

Later, he stood with his back to you, his voice soft yet steady. “I’ve let my emotions cloud my judgment, and in doing so, I hurt the one person I cherish most.” He turned to face you, his gaze filled with quiet sincerity. “Will you let me make it up to you?”

Wriothesley

The argument had been brewing for a while, like steam building up in one of the massive pressure chambers in his domain. He paced the room, his usual composure slipping.

“Stop acting like you know what’s best for me!” he growled, throwing his hands up in frustration. One of them accidentally brushed against your arm with a surprising amount of force, pushing you slightly into the doorframe.

The sound of the impact made him freeze. He immediately crossed the space between you, his hands cradling your face. “Did I—did I hurt you?” His voice was low, filled with panic he couldn’t hide.

He spent the rest of the evening by your side, an ice pack in hand even though the mark had already faded. “I shouldn’t have lost control,” he admitted, his stormy eyes soft. “You mean more to me than my temper ever will. Please forgive me.”

Scaramouche

“Why do you always have to push me?” His words were sharp, cutting deeper than you’d like to admit. In his exasperation, he turned, his hand accidentally brushing against your shoulder. The force wasn’t much, but it was enough to make you stumble slightly.

You steadied yourself, glaring at him. The anger in his eyes flickered, quickly replaced by guilt. “I didn’t… I wasn’t trying to…” He struggled to find the words, his expression tense.

Later, he found you sitting alone, his footsteps hesitant as he approached. “Look,” he began, his voice softer than usual, “I know I’m awful at showing it, but I… I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He awkwardly held out a small pouch of your favorite snack. “This doesn’t fix everything, but… I’ll try harder. I promise.”

[rockingbytheseaside]

Hii!! I love your writing sm like you’re literally my go to blog when I get bored and I end up rereading your fics 😋. Not sure if you have rules or anything so idk what I can and can’t request (IF YOU DO AND THIS ISN’T IN LINE WITH IT I’M SO SORRY.. 😭).

Could I request the harbingers crushing on reader? Like I can imagine them being slightly more lenient with reader which confuses most of the soldiers. Again feel free to ignore this 💗‼️‼️

(giggling and kicking my feet rn, this is the type of partially-satirical fluff I headcanon. Hope you like it)

✦ When they secretly have a crush on you

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Childe

✧ The ever-cold and impeccable Pierro – a mystery that even his associates and top harbingers cannot decipher. Not many can be considered as his close confidants, so none is certain of his personal life and preferences. A cold, stern man like The Jester probably doesn’t waste a glance on frivolous affairs or pleasantries. Even if many high-status people tried to approach him - aristocrats, business partners, or noble ladies; his cold gaze shuts off any initiation for close relations. No, he sees their greed for power too clearly to be swayed.

Yet Pierro harbors a deep secret. He does fancy a type… and that type is you.

It’s not simply your physical attributes or style, his ‘type’ is literally everything you embody. The shape of your jawline when you lower your face, the delicate shadow your eyelashes cast on your cheeks, how your chest moves when you take a deep sigh. From the minor and inconsequential attributes, he memorized it to his heart until the only thing his gaze is seeking is you across the room. He was always silently enamored, his eyes watching you with reverence. However, he is a mastermind, first and foremost. Concealing his inner sonnets for his love for you came naturally just as he conceals half of his face with a Khaenri’ahn mask.

You, on the other hand, were oblivious. Nervous, even. Facing off the most powerful man, cursed with immortality just as you all those centuries felt intimidating, especially when you couldn’t grasp why his gaze kept lingering so melancholically.

“It is… good to see you again, Pierro,” – that was your initial words when the two of you spoke formally. In truth, your mind was filled with wistful thoughts: he probably settled down with someone after 500 years of immortality.

In the meantime, Pierro’s mind was at comical odds with his cold exterior as he thought: Hmmm… Yes, I’ve already decided on the name of our potential third child.

But of course, he didn’t say that, even if he looked slightly mesmerized. Instead, he just settled with a polite: “A pleasure, indeed”. It's only a matter of time before he accidentally slips and calls you his spouse in front of people.

✧ Il Capitano was avoiding you like the plague, and you couldn't fathom why. Whenever you crossed paths, his oppressive silence would intimidate you further. He would linger behind you, a looming presence so quiet that at times, you’d forget he was even there. Alas, when you finally muster up the courage to approach him directly, he'd respond with the briefest of words, avoiding any attempts of chatter.

It infuriated you. So much so that you started wondering if perhaps you did something wrong. He sparred with you countless times, the taste of a battlefield is nothing foreign when he trained alongside you. You felt like a stranger. Why he was so eerily silent was beyond your comprehension, and alas, his pitch-black expression did not portray any facial clues on what he was thinking.

The truth of the matter is that Capitano has mastered the art of keeping his head impassively still. With a helmet on his face and lack of visage, no one sees his gaze ogling your form whenever you train. Your movements mesmerize him during battles, your legs swift and your stance is powerful. Of course, he would be silent when he is staring directly at your beauty in action. You rendered him speechless, and now the Harbinger is diverting himself by discreetly peeking at you. Thank the archons for his helmet hiding his gaze.

But the Captain scolds himself. No, he mustn’t! It is improper of him to even lay his eyes upon a being so diligent and strong as you, he must respect-… Nope, his head is automatically turning towards you anyway. Lost in his silent battle of self-reprimand, he didn’t notice you suddenly approaching:

“Captain, we need to talk. What is the reason for your cold shoulder towards me? If I have done something improper you must tell me… You always avoid me, even when we’re supposed to cooperate.”

The same characteristic silence followed him, however, seeing you cornering him so sternly, even the Harbinger had to drop his resolve.

“...You must forgive me. Your beauty had overwhelmed me to such an extent that I felt ashamed to admit how you rendered me speechless to approach you.”

✧ A long time ago, before Il Dottore bore the title of a Harbinger, there was a young boy named Zandik. This little Zandik was trainee Dastur, a prodigy of his field and academic year. But he wasn't the only top student of the Akademiya, in fact, this young man was standing in the shadow of a brilliant senior student whom he always looked up to with innocent wonder – you.

You weren't aware of the younger student with short turquoise hair trailing you. He, however, was aware of you because your portrait often graced the accomplishments of the establishment, thesis research, and any academic honors of the top young researchers. Since you were a senior, Zandik couldn’t share lectures with you, yet it didn’t stall him. Every thesis bearing your name, he read; every book you borrowed from the House of Daena, he memorized meticulously. His revenant studies of everything you did mesmerized his young mind, leading him to linger behind the lecture hall doors, drawn to where you so often spent your time.

It was a harmless habit, the boy believed; surely you never noticed him?

One day, Zandik spotted you chatting with your peers in the hallway. Unfortunately for you, you inadvertently left behind your precious notebook, forgotten in the rush to your next class. The young man didn't have it in himself to run after you and directly return it. Instead, it was his chance to study your secrets. His hands hesitated only briefly before he grasped the notebook, feeling the weight of the handwriting he so admired.

When he first opened the notebook, the first page read in massive writing: “I KNOW YOU'RE STEALING MY NOTES – THIEF.”

That was approximately 400 years ago. So much so that the memories of your student self were long forgotten in your mind. When you later on met the 2nd of the Fatui Harbinger, you expected the Fatuus to coerce you for cooperation. To demand you to leverage your expertise in Khaenri'ahn technology, or perhaps blackmail you into his maddening cause. But none of that transpired.

The grown man, now known as Il Dottore, stood blankly in front of you, eerily placid. His once youthful awe had matured into something far more inscrutable, like a long-buried sincerity breaking through his Doctor’s mask. Without a word, he extended a hand, offering you an old, tattered notebook. It was that same old notebook from your Akademiya days.

“... Huh? Where did you get this?”

“Perhaps a young boy was too excited to pilfer what wasn't his. I apologize for borrowing it. That boy never wanted his idol to think of him as a thief. If it wasn't so arduous to seek you out all those centuries, I would've returned it to you earlier.”

✧ With his face perched on his knuckles, Scaramouche sat down listening to your ramblings. You would think a Harbinger with his temper, would long since exhausted his patience, waving you off to scram from his presence. Yet the moment you start talking, he is obediently listening, like a devoted man waiting for his blessing from the Grand Narukami Shrine

“But I never saw you enjoy any snacks or drinks while you’re out,” – you mused with excitement, launching on a tangent about this mysterious Inazuman beside you. “Oh! How about this, I’ll start guessing your favorite pastime food or beverage and you tell me if I am right or wrong.”

Scaramouche raised an eyebrow, but crossed his arms indifferently - “A futile endeavor but suit yourself anyway.”

Undeterred, you accepted the challenge. You listed each and every single delicacy in Teyvat that you could recall, from Inazuman mochi, dango, and sake to even Mondstadt’s Cold Cut Platter and wine. The Balladeer only scoffed, amused at your silly attempts to deduce him, as if he was some mystery you should decipher.

“Ugh, Okay! My last attempt. Is it… green tea?!”

Scaramouche went silent at the sight of your anticipation - “Hm,”

“No way… did I guess correctly, at last! Are you a herbal tea enthusiast? Oh, I knew it, I knew it!”

You exclaimed with unattained joy, leaving the Balladeer to silently observe your self-proclaimed victory. The truth of the matter is - that wasn't the correct answer. Scaramouche doesn't care for any teas or snacks, not when his artificial palettes found human indulgences to be redundant. Yet, looking at your jubilant face, glowing with delight as if you’d uncovered some profound world secrets, he couldn’t bring himself to confess. How foolish.

“Hah, fine, you got me. You must be thrilled to guess something so mundane.”

“Well, maybe mundane to you, but I was pretty curious what a living puppet would prefer to drink.”

Your sudden words caused Scaramouche to freeze. He never told you he was a puppet by nature, and most people would never guess what he is. Yet here you were, stating it so simply and obviously. Most ridiculously, you didn’t seem crestfallen by the weight of this truth. “You knew…? I'm not sure if I should compliment your keen observation, or if this is another one of your random guesses. What gave it away?”

“I thought it was obvious.” - you eased a sincere smile, your hand reaching to carefully brush a stray hair on his head. “No regular human would have such a perfectly pristine face like yours. Even if they had the most luxurious face-care routine.”

If puppets had blood flow, there would've been a pink hue dusting his cheeks. It seems he was the fool here after all. Ever since that day, he has found the taste of green tea to be rather soothing.

✧ A popular misconception about Pantalone is that he allowed you to walk into his life and pursue him so easily. Trully wrong. In reality, it was this Harbinger who had been pursuing and courting you from the very beginning - like a lovestruck fool, no less.

At first, Pantalone tried to be the charmer. He’d offer you heavy bags of Mora as if it was pocket change and say in his best alluring voice - “Go spoil yourself with something new, dear. I want you to look your best on our next date.”

The issue was you were dense like a rock. Because you blinked at the mora and said simply: “Why? I already have comfortable clothes, I don’t need any right now.”

He wanted to slap himself. Any attempts at spoiling you with riches or gifts were futile, especially when you humbly rejected his monetary help out of casual practicality. You always stated that others in need would require it more. Very well, he won’t sulk just yet. He decided on his next act of refinement. He’d invite you with him to any luxurious events: galas, opera performances, dinner parties; all carefully orchestrated to impress you, showcasing how he can provide you with any wonder from the world, linking his arm elegantly with yours to flaunt how you’re accompanying the 9th of Fatui Harbingers himself.

That didn’t work as well. Whenever a business meeting occurred with vital connections, your gaze bore no interest in the wealth of the higher class, nor did you beat around the bush to dismiss yourself. Instead of marveling at the company of riches and endless champagne flutes, he’d instead find you marveling at the ducks swimming in the pond of a garden – “Look, duckies!”

Pantalone was in visible distress. All this gold that people die for yet you so naively dismissed him. Was he unworthy of your simple love? Was he too pompous for you and forgot his own origins? His self-doubt gnawed at him at night, so much so that his own subordinate would see him pacing in his office with a tremor of restlessness, thinking how he should open this topic with one he so openly treasures.

“My dear, please tell me what your heart seeks,” – he once opened the discussion with you, his hand clasping yours in an act of pleading. “I do not wish you to be uncomfortable with my actions. Just say the word and I will bring you what you want.”

Once more, you blinked at him in that same sweet innocence, but instead, you spoke with a smile: “Oh, you silly, silly man Pantalone. I never wanted your mora or status. I do not wish to be indebted to you, no. I just wish you to be as you are. If you want to take me to a restaurant, take me there, not because it’s a fancy establishment, but because it has your favorite food. Plain and simple.”

The young Harbinger didn’t know it was possible to fall in love even more. It seems he mistook your humble sincerity with naivety, never once pondering that perhaps you didn’t want a partner for the sake of connection or money. That being his true self was something he could even offer you.

In the upcoming days, Pantalone’s subordinate could clearly see was smitten beyond logic or reason. Like a grinning child, resting his chin on his palm when sitting behind a desk, feet almost kicking with excitement. He really was enamored with you from the start.

✧ If there is one thing Tartaglia’s heart relishes, it’s the rush of a challenge. And you, as a whole, challenged this young man on a daily basis. His bubbling persona and eccentricity to rush into action was an antithesis to your blunt calmness and reason. If he is the one launching into battle, you are the one who is yanking him by the collar while maintaining that unimpressed look.

Thus, as a challenge, Childe took it upon himself to make you break that serene attitude from you. At least once, and his heart will soar with victory. Unbeknownst to him, everything he did fumbled.

He started with cheesy attempts to flirt with you, flipping his ginger hair back while leaning on the wall with a captivating smile to make sure your eyes were on his form alone. It might have made you swoon, if he hadn’t miscalculated and leaned against the door instead, stumbling awkwardly when it swung open.

Another attempt was made when he tried to play the savior. The two of you were strolling when a Hydro Hilichurl Rogue stumbled upon your path in the wild, its makeshift scythe warning you two to get away. For the Harbinger, this was an easy opportunity to dispel such a puny target and save you. Except the Hilichurl Rogue kept throwing hydro slimes, which his vision of the same element was useless against. You managed to drag Tartaglia (almost) unscathed.

Everything was going against Tartaglia’s luck and he felt like an utter failure in front of you. He’s the 11th, for crying out loud, he always fairs well when something challenges him. Yet here he is, getting bandaged by you after fumbling countless times in your presence. Your first impression of him must be beyond salvageable at this point.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought you’re a problematic teen who gets into trouble all the time. Because you sure act like it,” – you stated to him simply. Securing his cuts and bruises on his shoulder.

“If I confess that such accidents rarely happen, would that change your opinion of me, or is it too late to start from zero? Ouch-” he winced when you tightened the bandages, his bruises not alleviating the sensation. The culpability of it all made him sulk, realizing he was probably putting you into trouble with all his shenanigans. “I’d die for you, you know.”

“That is the dumbest thing I've heard.”

Your words were concrete, his gaze averted with guilt and sorrow. But you continued quaintly.

“Why would anyone say something so senseless? I don’t want you to ‘die’ for me or anyone, even. What about ‘keep living’ for someone? For me… for your family, for yourself. Anyone can blindly plunge themselves to their death, but it takes actual courage and strength to keep living for those you care about. So please, do that for me instead of getting into trouble.”

The once serious expression on Tartaglia's softened with each word you spoke. Now he realizes that perhaps you putting up with his impulsivity stemmed not from frustration, but out of sincere worry. Maybe in his attempt to charm you, you were the one charming him all along. Especially when you sit so close to tend to him, it would feel so natural to wrap his arm around and embrace you.

“You’re right… I suppose it is reckless. Living for yourself seems truly priceless if it means seeing you beside me for another day.”

[elixrr]

He trusts you. Over the course of your friendship, he built an unforgettable bond with you, one that was meant to last forever– and, really, it could've. It should've, he's not gullible, nor is he naive. He hardly trusts anybody, so you're a rare case— perhaps you're his final and lucky case where he can have somebody else sit with him, shoulder to shoulder, and no mask would have to be up. You're his best friend; you're his lover. You're the shoulder he can lean on, sleep on, lay on, cry on, and that's something that he hasn't had for several years.

Towards the start of your friendship, he didn't exactly see you as a friend, you were more of an acquaintance than anything. You were almost set to be treated by him the same way that he'd treat anybody else. He kept you at arms length, he kept his distance for a while.

Yet, you began to close that distance. You began to slither past his arm, growing closer to him. You were willing, and that's absolutely why you both should've been a lifetime bond.

But now you're being rushed to the emergency room— a head injury, something severe. You're unconscious, terribly injured from the fall, but you're lucky to be alive. He's lucky to have you alive, but now he waits. He waits, waits, and waits for his only trust, his only other shoulder, his only love, and he hopes that you can wake up soon.

You eventually and successfully did. You were in a coma for about a week, but you've finally opened your eyes. You're awake— you're alive! By the Archons and Aeons, that's all that matters to him.

“W– Where am I?” You mutter, eyes finally fluttering with consciousness. Typical question, probably always asked. He watches the doctors explain everything to you.

He watches your eyes as they flicker from one person to the next. One doctor, another, the last one— then to him. A smile nearly graces his face, but your eyes are taken back to begin the cycle again. That doctor to the next, then to that one doctor, then on him, and rinse and repeat. You glance at him as he stares at you, and it's as if he was just one extra person in the room, just one other doctor— out of uniform, though. As if you were saved by him, too, under his care, but your glances are as distant as they are for the other doctors.

Your gaze is unrecognizable. His is the same as ever.

“Who are... You guys?” You ask. ‘Who are you?’ is and would've been fine as long as you looked at somebody that wasn't him, but he's not gullible; he's not naive, and that's the thing. He immediately realizes that you don't recognize him.

He says your name without thinking.

“Do you...” He hesitates, but pursues. “Do you remember me?”

“No, sorry? Have we met before?” The words are fluent, so you didn't hesitate—

—so you don't remember him.

“Amnesia?” One of the doctors mutters, and that's when he realizes that it's all over for him.

He doesn't have another shoulder. He doesn't have a best friend. He doesn't have a lover.

He doesn't have you anymore.

He looks at you, and you look at him. Your eyes are finally fixed onto each other, but you're so distant, so far away from him now. You're both in the same room, but an unavoidable and terrifying distance is built between you two.

“What's your name, then?” You still ask.

The distance shortens. Are you still willing?

“You seem... really upset that I can't remember you. Maybe if you tell me your name, I can remember you?”

Are you really still willing?

He says his name.

“That's a nice name. Sorry, I can't remember, but I'll try.”

“You're willing?” He blurts.

“Of course.” You half-smile.

A sad grin grows on his face. He still loves you— he can feel it deep down inside. You don't remember him. You probably don't even remember any of those special memories you two created that had made the both of you the duo you were, but a smile still adorns his face regardless. You're alive.

And you're still willing.

And, because of that, your bond could last a lifetime.

[rene-darling]

KISSES- breathless, kisses.

...you make him feel many things, but being breathless is one he makes you feel...he makes you feel breathless something you can't make him feel...

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...wanderer...

He doesn't know what gotten into you, you say that you miss him, you're just tired. But you'll eat him whole at this rate!

Encircling your arms from behind around your darlings waist, shoving your face in the crevice of his neck. "What the fu-" he tries pushing you away, at the start that is. He always does, acting annoyed as if he isn't enjoying himself.

"Ah- mhm..I told you don't do that..." Soft noises as you kiss the electro symbol on his nape. His groans of annoyance turning into breathy giggles. he tries to hide them so hard.

Soft giggles as you kiss the sides of his face, biting softly at the flesh of his cheek.

Turning around in your arms as his encircle you, "I want one here too." In a whisper is how he voices his desires, his lips are cold, so very cold. He's a lifeless puppet after all. He's cold, and- he doesn't need to breathe.

You- on the other hand...

You love making your darling cry out for you, whine, and be just so shaky to the touch for you. But, to your dismay, you can't make your darling breathless. That's the one thing he beats you at every time.

You might press him back against the counter, but as he pushes against your lips you can't help but be pushed back yourself.

It's like he's restless, the yearning for touch and want is being completed after a painful 500 years, he doesn't want to part, he wants to do this for yet another eternity.

Trying to pull away, he seeks you out immediately again, grabbing at your collar as if he would let go, so would you slip from his fingers,

"mhm-, ah!" Grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking it back, panting breathlessly "my darl' you-..might not need to breath- but I do- hah." Soft giggles erupt from his throat, Ah- he loves seeing you breathless. Just for him.