#the wanderer genshin

[manias-wordcount]

Could I request scaramouche/wanderer x a female reader who is zhongli/Morax's daughter and her bringing him with her to liyue to celebrate lantern rite

he deserves to be in the next event with a festival seeing as how Venti has been being Mr worldwide and showing up everywhere like give the other anemo boys a chance

Of Stories and Golden Skies (Scaramouche/Wanderer x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗶𝗺 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲. 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗟𝗢𝗟 𝗶 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲 :]

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You told him that you had to be quiet about this. Very, very quiet. You told him all this as you slipped on your shoes and prepared to leave the inn he was currently staying in to be closer to the harbor. You told him all of this before, but now, you were telling him again. That you couldn’t show that the two of you were together. Both as a couple and as individuals, strolling along the same path. You said he couldn’t stand too close. You told him you had to be very quiet when you spoke to him. You told him you had to be strangers, lest someone sees and gossips. For secrets in Liyue are always mere seconds from being stories. And as dense as your father is sometimes, you knew a story such as this one will find its way back to his ears in no time.

  You told him all of this before you left the inn and so many times before that as well.

  Yet he still grabbed your hand as you both stepped over the threshold and out into the streets of a lantern-lit Liyue, without so much as another look.

  And somehow you found that even though you’re being pulled through the streets of your home by a man dressed in clothes from afar with barely a name tied to his body, you realized that stories are just stories. They’re something to be enjoyed. Something to be savored. Something to be written out in careful detail as all the secrets and details unfold before the reader’s eyes. And they’re something to be shared. Later.

  Thus, you’ll deal with it later. A story for another day, if you will it to be. And you do. You do will it to be. Because right now… 

  “Your home is truly beautiful like this.”

  You have something else you’d like to focus on.

  He murmurs this to you very quietly, yet you were able to hear it so clearly. No sound that the fireworks or the concerts of the people can make will ever keep you from hearing his voice. And even though you were the one who grew up here- traveling these streets and visiting these festivals so much it became a habit- he still was the one to drag you around. To take you to this place. To take you to that one. To explore all the nooks and crannies you know you’ve taken him to before. But to explore it so much more vigor now that the two of you are standing outside underneath a golden night sky with the rest of Liyue fading into the background.

  But there’s more than just Liyue fading into the background. At least, for your date, that is.

  “I’m glad you think so.” You murmur back, just as quietly. A small, warm smile crosses over your face as your eyes look up to take in his expression. What you come to see is far from a surprise. While the man you know and have grown to love very rarely expresses himself with such vivid displays of emotion, one look at his face is enough to see the sense of awe that has captured him. And the eyes that betray the intensity of this emotion? They’re looking right at the little pieces of the sky you’re holding comfortably in your lap. “Would you like to hold it?”

  The Xiao lantern.

  At your question, his eyes flicker up towards yours and away from the lantern. He goes to bite at his lip before the tiniest of unsure frowns take over his expression. He looks conflicted, but you that deep down inside, he wants to. You know he does. You know, you know, you know. You had been watching him eye the lanterns the entire time. When his eyes weren’t on whatever loud noise or moving part that wasn’t screaming for his or any other tourists' attention, his pale purple eyes were always on the sky. Watching the night sky and all its young, golden stars. And watching as more new stars join the existing ones with each passing second. 

  You’ve never seen him look so peaceful until you’ve witnessed him bathing in the light of the lanterns. Yet you didn’t think he would grow quiet while at the festival. He was so bold when he took your hand and pulled you through the streets, ready to see Liyue in a way he had never seen before. He was so bold when he brushed past the whispers of gossiping old ladies and giggling little kids. People who couldn’t help but wonder about what your father would say if he saw this. People who couldn’t help but wonder what it’s like to be young and in love. 

  So you thought for sure that he would take you to the first stand he saw selling lanterns and drag you there as well. But he didn’t. Even when his gaze wandered. Even when his hands twitched. He never once reached for the little stars his eyes rarely strayed from. Never once.

  So naturally, it was only fair that you’d go ahead and buy one for him.

  And now, the two of you are sitting here- your hands reaching out to place the lantern into his lap. And his hands reaching out to accept it gingerly from you- as if it will disappear the second he takes a hold of it. And you have a funny feeling you know why that is. Because even though he’s never told his past or his history. Because even though he’s never told you his story, there have been little bits and pieces that he’s shared along the way. Not with his words. Not with his voice.

  “You know if you let the lantern go, and make a wish…it's supposed to come true….”

  But with his actions. With his walk. With his eyes. With his hands. 

  “Would you like to give it a try?”

  With his heart.

  It doesn’t take long after that to find another that another golden star is joining the sky. One that burns with the warmth of your hands. One that burns with the warmth of his too. Words don’t pass between the two of you as you watch it follow in the footsteps of the other lanterns. Words don’t pass, and eyes don’t meet. Instead, your hands just join together once more. Fingers thread between fingers. It becomes something more than a touch. Something, so much more. 

  But that’s a story for another day, wouldn’t you say? 

  And yet, even as you’re both walking back to his inn to turn in for the night, he doesn’t tell you what he wished for. You’re not sure if he would have told you, even if you asked him. But you know yourself what you wished for. And no, it’s not that all the rumors about you and this mysterious boy would die down immediately. And no, it’s not that this whole outing is kept from your dad either. But it’s that he- it’s that The Wanderer may one day find a place to call home, as you do to Liyue. May one day find the same peace of this night in every single one of his days.

  That he finds a way to conclude and to share his story. 

  On his own terms. In his own way.

  And with his own name.

[boykissr]

season's greetings

warnings : none. spoilers ig

an : one of the many wanderer fics to come

you pull your winter hat over your ears once more and once more you look over at your lover, with his hand held out and letting snowflakes fall into his palm. you smile; he seems fully entranced by his surroundings.

"is this the first time you've felt snow?" you question, half joking, as you amble over to his side.

glimmering amethyst eyes take in your form, bundled in warm clothes, before locking with yours.

"yes," he says, voice breathy and laced with awe. it was enough to make your face heat up, and you know it isn't from the biting cold or the layers of clothing.

all you can find the strength to do is let out a shaky breath before smiling softly. then, with the most honey-filled voice you can muster, you ask, "love, do you want to head inside? i'll make us some hot chocolate."

he hums thoughtfully. "alright," he says, nearly whispering, and lets his outstretched hand fall to his side.

[venusqq]

sorry

[genshin-side-piece]

Wait….

*3.3 spoilers under the cut*

If Scara never becomes the 6th harbinger, then who does?!

Childe is still coming in at #11. Did Hoyo just slot a brand new harbinger in and not tell anyone?! Also, what does this mean for Signora? Does this mean there’s now a shot she’s not dead????

[lady-byleth]

Okay, now that many of us have probably finished Inversion of Genesis I am dying to know what name everyone came up with for the Wanderer and why. I'll start:

Scaramouche is from Inazuma and while he has a new beginning now he remembers his history. So I named him "Yamato", the first name for Japan, to reflect the new beginning he has created for himself that is still connected to his roots and old memories

[fezharez]

look at my cat

[roisanerd]

Pookie wookie

[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

The Wanderer (3rd January)

Genshin Impact

[winterstorm032802]

Renatus is a first name of Latin origin which means "born again"

Hence I named the Wanderer Renatus

[rulingmarz]

After saving for months, longing to use the primogems I finally pull the wanderer? right?

[ikimaru]

memes in sumeru 👌

[kindrehd]

congrats on the new child king

[kitkaloid]

smallest mom in the world. very quick colors on a very old sketch

[venusqq]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCARA!!

[genshin-side-piece]

Zero Monies Spent, Let's Go!