#wanderer x gender neutral! reader

[mizukimoriko]

Number Neighbors

Scaramouche / Wanderer X Gender Neutral! Reader Modern AU Slowburn

In Which You find Your future Boyfriend because you were number Neighbors!

Summary: You were bored, so you decided A random stranger that is your number Neighbor that also happens to be your Future boyfriend.

Warnings : Profanity / Swearing, Death Threats ( Kys )

I think that's it?

Let's Go !

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2nd Person

You sighed as you scrolled down in tiktok, Dying of boredom because nothing piqued Your interest.

It was currently 8:21 PM, and you just Finished eating dinner.

You cracked a small smile when you see a Slightly funny tiktok video, but not enough To make you laugh so hard that you were Gonna fart.

Suddenly you got an idea to do a prank to a Random stranger, thinking of talking to your Number neighbor.

You get on your contacts app and started to Type your number but made the last Number greater then your number.

You tapped your phone and started typing.

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You

Nellow

I am ur number nigeht

Neighbor*

Sry typo bc I wanted so badly to talk to u 😏

Heyo 🤩

Yo 😍

Talk sum smth 🥰

Hello person?

I am ur number neighbor talk to me

I brought u pie 🥧🙂

HEY

Wow

Guess my neighbor doesn't even want to talk to me 😞

Unknown

That's right and stfu

Friendless lmfaoo

You

YOU RUDE BITCH

I am NOT FRIENDLESS unlike u 😒

How u talk to ur neighbor like that 😤

U r not gonna talk to me like that 😚

Unknown

I do have friends u moron.

And idc if we're "number neighbors"

wtf even is that.

You

Ugh wtv u rude bastard 😒

Also number neighbors is like having neighbors but it's in numbers so there u have it u idiot 😙

Unknown

Don't call me an idiot u midget 💀

And u don't even explain it right 😐

U can't even win an argument

SKILL ISSUE

You

I DO NOT have a sjill issue u dumb clown

Unknown reacted with 🧢

I am NOT good at explaining things ☹️

Wat can I call u btw

Unknown

Skill*

Ur proving ur self that u have a skill issue

lmaooo

You

Just answer my question u lying idiot

I DON'T NOT have a skill issue

Unknown

U do realize that "don't " have do not in it?

Do + not = Don't

URE SUCH A MASSIVE IDIOT

You

SHUT UR OOMPA LOOMPA ASS UP

I DIDN'T REALIZE OKAY? 😓

Be easy on ur future lover 🥰😚😍

WAT CAN I CALL U BRO

I'm gonna call u Asshole

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You changed unknown's

Name to Asshole

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You

There 🤭

Asshole

I am not an asshole😐

I am Scaramouche.

You

What the fuck is theat name

Why is it so long

Is it long like ur di-

🤭

Wtv I'm still keeping the name

It suits u ❤

N ur name is so hard to spelel

Scaramonthe

That's ur name

Also u didn't deny that in gonna be ur future lover 🥰

Hehehehehehehe

That's sounds like a boys name to

R u hot🥵

Asshole

Kys.

Yes I am hot 😐

You

OMG OMG

SEND PICS RN

OR ELSE U AIN'T HOT

PLS 😍😍

GIVE UR FUTURE LOVER A SNEAK PEEK OF UR HOTNESS PLEASE

Wait

How old r u? 🤨

I'm scared I'm texting a 70 yr grandpa to send pics 😰

Asshole

Im 18 😐

I'm not gonna send u pics u pervert

You

I'm not a pervert 🤨

I just wanted to see u if ur hot 🤭

There's a difference 😏

Omg ur 1 yr older then me

I'm 17

Also I'm Y/N 🥰

Asshole

Who asked?

You

Damn rude much

Ur making me angry kitten 🐺😡🐱

UR SINKING MY CLOTHESSS 😡😡😡

*transfroms to alpha bad boy wolf*

Asshole

Wtf.

Kys.

Ur so weird.

You

Judgemental bitch 😒

U don't even have humor 😐

Asshole 😒

Asshole

I have humor and it's actually good unlike

urs 😐

Ugh.

I gtg.

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Asshole changed your name

To Weirdo

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Weirdo

BYE SCARAMOUCHIE ���😊😍😍😘🥰🥰

OMG I'M NOT A WEIRDO U MORON

I AM NOT 😡😡

Read 10:09 PM

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Your POV

2nd Person

You realized the digits on your screen.

* Almost 2 hours? Damn. *

You thought, realizing that you were talking For almost 2 hours straight.

Slightly annoyed that Scaramouche named You as Weirdo, but you guess you shouldn't Take it personally because you had a feeling That he's rude to everyone.

You went back scrolling on tiktok, Boredom Begins to fade in when you scrolled to the 32th Video.

* I hope he talks to me tomorrow. *

A pink tint appearrd in your cheeks, Your Cheeks heating up by the thought of Scaramouche.

Quickly slapping yourself in your mind Because of that embarrassing Wish.

Deciding to move on from this, you Continued scrolling.

But you were still blushing.

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Scaramouche's POV

3rd Person

The reason he ended your conversation, Was because he didn't wanna talk to you Anymore.

He rolled his eyes when his mom, Ei, began to scold him for being on his phone all day.

" At least spend some time with us. " Ei Said, The last thing scaramouche heard Before he zoned out completely not caring For his mom's opinions on him.

As he began to think about random things, He began to think about you.

A feeling rose in his stomach, a feeling of warmth.

Scaramouche doesn't know of what you Had done to him but he's afraid to admit That he likes it.

He decided he was gonna be meaner to You,Putting his feelings aside.

He started to regret of ending your Conversation.

Deep down, he already knew he fell for you.

But he wasn't gonna admit it until he see You in the after life.

He promises to himself that he will never Tell anyone about this.

Well, how could he break a promise to Himself?

He broke his promise months later when You finally see him face-to-face.

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The End, Or is it?

AN : Might make a part 2 or not 🤭

GOOD BYE!

[rockingbytheseaside]

Hi! I wanted to say I absolutely adore your art and headcannons! I wanted to ask if you would be interested in making a headcannon for our lovely harbingers where there is someone trying to sabotage their relationship with the reader like for example the person is saying that the reader is cheating or is saying mean things about the harbingers and that they have ,,proof" it is if course a lie. Don't force yourself to do anything you don't want to tho!

(Absolutely genius idea! Sorry to keep you waiting! I’m a slow writer…)

✦ When others try to sabotage your relationship with them

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Childe

(tw: general mentions of violence and blood. sfw) 

Being intimate with a powerful Fatui Harbinger provides the illusory dream of having riches, power, and status. Some watch you with hushed murmurs as you accompany your beloved with linked arms, looking all elegant beside him. Perhaps some people cannot comprehend how such a ruthless Fatuus can even court someone like you. Others simply cannot comprehend that status and money is not a key factor in your relationship.

✧ To crossfire with Pierro is to go against every single Fatui Harbinger. The Director is known far and wide as a man of cold words and power beyond the seven nations. All valuable intel and actions are reported to him first and foremost, as even the top Harbingers bow before him. You, on the other hand, were not meant to bow before him. The Jester shall never let you lower your head, because it is he who shall stoop to worship you. 

However recently, a certain rumor reached his ears. His spies related to him info that certain Fatui soldiers, some lowly commoners at the bottom of the ranks, are spreading uncouth jabs about you and Pierro. Intel states that these fools think you infiltrated the Fatui and The Director’s inner circle by some intimate provocation and seduction; that you’re in it for the money and status.

Pierro’s gloved hands gripped the papers. Nevertheless, his expression is placid as always. 

Thus, the culprit now sat in Pierro’s office, trembling as the room oozed with murderous silence. The Jester never raised his voice, nor did he question the man who “joked” about you. The fellow kept spitting apologies, begging for mercy. He knew it was futile to lie or waste the Director's patience.

And the Jester? It took everything in his power not to get his gloved hands bloodied. To hear someone accuse you - his most cherished, as a shallow harlot? Consequences shall be faced. Calming his boiling turmoil, Pierro continued to conduct himself professionally:

He made sure the man and his entire generation met their oblivion. 

With the recruitment of his best spies, he ascertained that the culprit’s disappearance was not felt by a single soul, his entire family gone, and all traces of spread rumors eradicated. Above all, it was orchestrated so that you would remain unaware that anyone dared to tarnish your reputation.

You carried on with your life, blissfully unaware and undisturbed. Even now, you came in knocking on his office, asking: “Long day at work, honey? I can bring you some tea or coffee if you want.”

The Jester's smile returned, throwing away some crumbled documents into the trash can - “A tea break would be excellent, my divine.”

If it’s blood that needs to be spilled to protect you and his private affairs, then Pierro won’t think twice. 

✧ For Il Capitano, the way of the blade speaks more for its wielder than words. If you wish to prove your stance, you better be prepared to face the First Fatui Harbinger, as his might will test you in a relentless duel of strength. So what do you think happened when Capitano overheard someone calling you “weak”? That his beloved does not deserve an ounce of his attention, because you are a meek being compared to the Harbinger? 

His hand instantly found its place on the hilt of his claymore. He left no room for negotiation or doubt. He marched straight towards the culprit, unsheathed his weapon, and pointed the sharp point of his blade straight at the person.

“If you are so confident to spit such insolence about them, then you must be equally confident with your strength. Let your blade speak.”

The poor fool tried to defend himself with excuses. But his mocking meant nothing to the Captain’s weapon. Before you know it, there is an ongoing duel initiated by Il Capitano. The witnesses know that whoever is on the receiving end of his wrath has no chance of surviving. Not when a single swing of his weapon causes craters on the ground.

The man was about to collapse, accepting his violent demise. But just as Capitano was about to unleash his final lesson, your voice rang out amongst the crowd.

“Hey! Cease this commotion at once!” - you stepped up, your expression stern as you stood in front of your beloved. In a rare moment of vulnerability, the Captain’s already stoic body language shifted. His claymore was sheathed back to its place.

“My beloved, you shouldn’t have seen this…”

“And yet I did. It would’ve reached my ears anyway. What did I say about temperamental duels, Capitano? Morons are not worth it.” 

“He called you weak. I cannot allow it.”

For a minute, Capitano kept his head hung low in reverence. You stood with your arms on your hips, scolding him. Was it not for your intervention, that person who vocally mocked you would’ve been lying dead now. Instead, you spared the offender, and the man was allowed to flee in humiliation. 

The conflict was eradicated, and Capitano's imposing demeanor showed he didn't regret his actions. Considering how even Capitano bowed to your words, the accuser realized - you are not weak. Because if there was one person who made the First Harbinger go motionless then it was you. 

✧ Today was a good day for Il Dottore, but you weren't sure why. He was a tad clingy, his steps laced with a sense of giddiness. Giving you extra squeezes while hugging, smothering you with longer kisses on the cheek. Even as you sat idly in his lab, you watched him as he worked on some paperwork with a grin.

Thus you questioned him, lazily strolling around his lab and observing the countless tools or vials. But he waved off his excitement, tapping his pencil over some papers - “Nothing of major importance, but I did have something interesting happen recently.”

You raised an eyebrow, beckoning him to continue.

“An idiot made a pathetic attempt at spreading rumors about us.” - You stopped in your tracks, going still as you held some miscellaneous container with what seemed to be tissue samples. The Harbinger continued: “Some fool spoke behind your back; stating that anyone who is close with a heretical scholar is bound to be equally insane. They thought that if their words didn't reach you, then it's of no consequence.”

Your expression fell somber with each word Dottore spoke. He said it with such profound avidity, that his voice demonstrated threatening intent behind them. So he continued. “But you know me, dear. Nothing goes past me. Vile nicknames are nothing new to me. My work is not for the faint of heart, and those pesky cretins enjoy concealing their fear with profane titles. And they can call me whatever they want. However, I won't allow them to call you names. Not because of my work.”

You averted your gaze sadly onto the samples of veins and organs in vials. You pretended to inspect them, but your sorrow was more prominent. You suspected Dottore already did something, hence his unusual giddiness today. Thus, you inquired in a soft whisper - “So… what did you do?”

“I handled it, naturally.”

“...You did? What happened? To the person who said such things, I mean.”

“What happened? Dear, you're holding them in your hands right now.” - Il Dottore beamed, pointing at the vials of organs you held. 

✧ Today, Scaramouche was eerily silent. You were accompanying him during one of his work expeditions, aiding him with certain formalities regarding his Fatui subordinates. The 6th had soldiers working under him, and although he did not care for their training, he did not tolerate any incompetent weaklings.

Therefore, you decided to lend a hand. You helped conduct a training program for his underlings, making sure all standards were met. It’s not the first time you did so, since The Puppeteer often placed you as the second in command whenever he was absent. And the Fatui soldiers did not conceal their thrill - it’s like you were their favorite substitute teacher who was more cheerful and forgiving than their superior.

Either way, Scaramouche saw that the mission was going smoothly. But soon, lightning would strike. A certain Fatuus, an agent in training, was getting too charmful with you. It was during the usual training assigned by you, and this person was focusing more on his conversation with you than his training:

Telling you how you are a remarkably skilled person. How it’s a marvel to see someone so delightful as you working alongside the Balladeer. How you shouldn’t waste your time with someone as aggravating as Lord Harbinger Scaramouche. He’s even leaning closer towards you.

You smiled uncomfortably, your attempts at polite disagreement did not work with this agent. Yet now you felt the static in the air, and that’s when you realized - Your beloved heard all of it.

On this usual, unassuming morning, Scaramouche walked silently and struck a man with lightning. All eyes turned towards the commotion as you stood behind the Harbinger. His fists were clenched, sparks of electro crackling from them.

He may have been silent the whole day, but don’t mistake his silence for impassivity.

“Next time, know your place,” - he seethed, standing over the person who endeavored to sweet talk you. He permitted his subordinates too much leeway, now they dare charm you with empty flirts. Scaramouche would’ve stomped that man’s head if he wanted, but he wouldn’t create such a grotesque scene in your presence. Instead, he turned away, held your hand, and pulled you away.

He gave you a day off, his mind already conjuring plans to deal with his underlings later. At least he scoffed out an apology. Not for what he did; he does not lament that. Just a small ‘sorry’ for giving you a quick fright. The lightning strike was very loud, after all. 

✧ Pantalone often gets invited to luxurious meetings or extravagant galas. Any party that is attended by the richest man in Teyvat is a guarantee to make high-society elites turn heads. However, considering your prolonged relationship with your darling Pantalone, you know he secretly despises these social gatherings. Therefore, he takes you with him. Dressed in your finest, Pantalone proudly shows you off to the pompous aristocrats.

People would watch enviously, thinking to themselves: The Regrator’s sweetheart, spoiled by his riches. Your attire is as glorious as his expensive suit. His arm is tenderly linked with yours, always offering you his hand like a true gentleman whenever you two walk. Even as he conversed with various business partners, he always had to make sure his hand was around your waist or your hand.

This dotting behavior made certain ladies of Snezhnaya jealous. They could see you were not a noble-born, nor were you used to the attention during such gatherings. You just timidly accompanied him, and Pantalone kept rambling about you and your benign achievements. Childish, really. You’re probably someone who just ran after and clung to the Harbinger until he relented to keep you. Therefore, a group of ladies initiated the conversation: 

“It’s a pleasure to meet a man such as yourself, Lord Harbinger.” and “Why, a man of your status is probably seeking some interesting company. Oh? You are with someone? My, my, I did not notice them.” or “Surely you desire connections worthy of your status, sir.”

Pantalone had mastered the art of courteous smiling, yet even his act was about to crack. He noticed the way these ladies tried to stand too close to him, pretend you were not in the picture, or even passively mock you. Their insolence stenches, and noticing your silent discomfort caused his heart to sting. But he had a plan.

“Why yes, you are right,” - Pantalone smiled with his charming looks “I do value my time, and it’s important to not waste it on shallow conversationalists. Oh, but it’s such a shame that the people in front of us are just that. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Pantalone turned to you, his arms encircling your waist while speaking such backhanded comments with triumphant smiles. The ladies’ smiles fell instantly, and you tried everything to avert your gaze. “Um, Pantalone? Maybe we shouldn’t-”

“Shouldn’t bore ourselves with such lowly individuals? Hmm, I agree. There isn’t much to do here anyway, only the greedy will seek something in this superficial gathering. Oh well, let’s go so I can take you to dance, dear.” - Pantalone concluded in his usual enamoring tone “Ladies, if you would excuse yourself.”

In this world, the 9th of the Fatui Harbinger doesn’t excuse himself - others do. Therefore, he took you away, scoffing and checking up on you with hushed whispers. Pantalone was offended. Why do they assume it was you who desperately sought out the rich Harbinger? Little do they know it was Pantalone who used to run and seek your attention just to be yours. Honestly, they’re discrediting his neediness for you. 

✧ Should anyone meddle with Tartaglia’s personal life, they are picking up a brawl. Someone dares to flirt with you? His fists are ready. Someone said something unwelcoming about you? Anything in the vicinity can be used as a weapon. Someone endangers his relationship? Their life is now in danger.

Of course, you’re the one who consistently yanked him out of these fights. Usually, it’s nothing serious, as when you scold your boyfriend for such reckless behavior it ends with his heartfelt words and apologetic chuckles. He finds solace in embracing you from behind, gently enfolding his arms around your shoulders, reassuring himself that all is well.

However, Tartagia is still a Harbinger. Away from home, he’d personally search for intel on the culprit who dares to offend your relationship. Names, records, locations, anything to keep tabs on those who think they can drag his family into bloodshedding matters. Tracking is of no issue, after all, when he was still a young rookie, training as a Fatui agent was just the first step.

Once he determines the offender, he’ll pay a discreet visit to them. And this time, without you dragging him away from fights, there is no place for mercy or jests.

At night, Childe returned home, cheerful as the sight of you getting ready for bed welcomes him. Yet in the dim lights, you’d gasp and approach him with concern, catching traces of smeared blood on his face or hands.

Ajax would just smile; he didn’t need to explain. Instead, he would quietly approach you from behind and envelop his arms around your shoulders in quiet stillness.

[genshin-obsessed]

“What if we broke up?”

✧˚ · . Neuvillette

“Why would we break up? Have I done something to upset you? I’ll fix it.” Once he realizes you only meant it as a hypothetical, his eyes glance down at his desk. There’s a small silence that fills the air. “I… would be lost. I’d go back to being the way I was before you. Back to being alone. I… can’t be me without you.”

✧˚ · . Wriothesley

“What? Break up? You’re not thinking about breaking up with me, are you? Did I do something?” A sigh of relief escapes him when you tell him it’s just a hypothetical. “I’m… not sure. Before you, I was just the administrator in Meropide. A lot has changed since then. Now… I don’t know what I’d be without you.”

✧˚ · . Wanderer

“The hell? You’re just gonna break up with me like that?” His anger immediately melts when he you explain it’s just a hypothetical question. He’s silent for a very long time, just staring at you. “I… I’d go crazy. Probably. I don’t think I could lose you too. But if you’re truly unhappy with me… then I’ll let you go.” The words are hesitant and unsure. He couldn’t just let you go… could he?

✧˚ · . Childe

“Heh, where would you go? Wait, you don’t actually wanna break up do you?” There’s a hint of fear in his tone but his eyes show it all. He’s terrified. It’s instant relief when he finds out it’s not an actual statement. “I’d beg for you to stay. I’d beg and beg and beg. I couldn’t possibly lose you without trying my best to get you back.”

✧˚ · . Diluc

“Break up? Why… hold on, why would we break up? Everything’s been great recently? Are you unhappy with our relationship?” His shoulders relax instantly when you assure him it’s just a hypothetical and means nothing. “Well… I… don’t know, actually. So far, my life has been work. With you, it’s been fun. I don’t know if I can even picture my life without you anymore, actually. Probably just… lots of work.”

[transmascaraa]

multiple characters headcannons!

how are they when you tell them you're tired and ask them to carry you?

characters: lyney, wanderer, gaming, neuvillette, wriothesley x gn!reader

author's note: FIRST TIME WRITING MORE CHARACTERS IN ONE WOOHOO 🙌 🎉 anyways i hope you guys like this one<3 i tried to include chars that everyone loves, and chars that i love myself and stuff so yeah i'll try and see if it works out(i'll continue doing these either way)

⑅ Lyney

-he's the type to look at you surprisingly. you??? asking HIM to carry you? he'd be flustered for a bit, and then try to act confident again.

-like "oh, of course, mon amour! come here!..."

-he's strong enough, but he would STILL be worried. he would overthink so so sooo much.

-what if he drops you? well, he won't. he's just an overthinker.

-and when he'd finally pick you up, bridal style because he's the most comfortable like that, he would start sweating.

-but of course, masking it all with some "confidence". so the two of you ended up in either one of these situations:

-one, it was quiet with him smiling at you half of the time. not being able to talk because he was so happy.

-two, he'd end up talking to you about some nonsense or his magic shows, not wanting it to be too awkward or too quiet for you.

-either way, thank him in the end. he'll be jumping over clouds because he managed to help you in some way.

-just keep praising him, he'll be all over you. he's a complete simp for you like that.

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✯ Wanderer

-he's the tsundere. you'd ask him and he'd look at you with such a disgusted look as if you just told him you eat dirt and cement for breakfast. again, with his sassy attitude.

-"ME? to carry YOU? because you're "tired"? yeah. that won't work on me." turning his head away from you, fighting the urge to just surrender.

-but of course, his ego was too big. but not until you started showing clear signs that you were tired. he gave you a few glances, "side-eyes", before stopping and looking at you. looking at you as if he was waiting for something.

-you'd just say "nothing." which would make him even more angry. at that, he just rolled his eyes and said "oh, shut up." before taking you in his arms and continuing to walk with you in silence.

-if you mentioned a single thing about that EVER, you would basically be asking for punishment (whichever type of it lol).

-just say a little "thank you" after you're done and let him quietly mutter that "you're welcome".

-he was glad he got to be close to you like that.

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✿ Gaming

-now HE would be VERY happy to help. you'd ask and in a single second he'd be picking you up. he just loves you that much.

-"i'm more than happy to do so, my love~!" smiling brightly at you.

-he couldn't be more happy, he was close to you, he was hold you in his arms, what more could he ask for? especially because you're tired, he would be so nice to you when you got home. he's a real gentleman when it comes to love.

-while he walked like that with you in his arms, the two of you would chit-chat and talk about random things, just making sure you're not bored. or maybe, if you preferred silence, he would stay quiet, whatever makes you happy<3

-after a bit of more walking, he would take care of you at home, letting you rest for a bit, and making your favorite food with your favorite drink.

-he just wanted you happy. to see you smile.

-and then, during dinner time, discussing some more random topics, or just him ranting about his next performance.

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๑ Neuvillette

-he would be so sweet. trust me. so sweet and gentle with you. you're tired? he's there to help. you want him to carry you? no problem. you'd ask him and he'd not slowly, smiling fainly at you, even blushing a bit.

-"let me help you." and he'd pick you up.

-finally, after he's got you in his arms, and he continues walking, it's going to be so peaceful. if you want to talk, sure, he will talk. but since you're with him, the silence couldn't be more peaceful.

-listening to the birds chirping in the background, or maybe even the townspeople talking about some things, it was peaceful nonetheless.

-it was very calm. and at some point, he would start humming some melody. compliment him. he'll blush but he'll be extremely thankful, and will definitely hum next time you take a walk around fontaine.

-and when you get home, he'd make you rest and give you some cuddles, hoping that you would "recharge" that way.

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◉ Wriothesley

-he wouldn't make much of a reaction, and treat it like it's an everyday thing, but tease you occasionally, of course. as soon as you asked, he just said:

-"okay." and looked at you for a few seconds before taking you in his arms. you'd tell him "thank you" already then and there and he'd just nod and say "mhmm."

-but... for the rest of the walk, he'll be winking at you and giving you teasing smirks.

-oh how you wanted to punch him.

-and after getting home, when he puts you down, you'd say "thank you" and then give him a playful angry look.

-to which he would reply with yet ANOTHER teasing grin. "you're welcome."

-he would tease you A LOT. but still, don't worry, he'll still take good care of you.

-value his teasing. actually, you can hit him if you want to. it won't hurt him that much anyway, he has the muscles.

-but it'll be impossible to be mad at him for too long.

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I ACTUALLY REALLY LIKE THIS.

it's pretty good tbh

TELL ME IF YOU WANT MORE AND YOU CAN ALSO SUGGEST CHARACTERS😋😋

edit1: STOPPPP Y'ALL THIS IS MY MOST FAMOUS PIECE OF WORK IT'S AT 395 NOTES RN😭😭🫶

edit2: bro it's at 1k💀

edit3: i love you guys sm ty all for 1.2k😭

[numine]

HOW DO THEY SAY "I LOVE YOU" WITHOUT SAYING "I LOVE YOU?"

pairings: kazuha, xiao, scaramouche x reader (seperate)

cw: none

author notes: will make another one for venti, heizou and aether if this blows up! (+small fic in scara's part)

KAZUHA

tucks loose strands of your hair

Kazuha gently tucks the loose strands of your hair behind your ear once he notices it falling off your face, his calloused fingers grazing your face as he cups it in his palm, his thumb softly caressing your cheek. Leaning into his touch, you muster the courage to meet his gaze, captivated by his stunning crimson eyes and the love reflected in them. His smile deepens, warmed by the trust you show in allowing yourself to be this vulnerable with him. Unbeknownst to him, this tender gesture has become instinctive, a habit etched into his very being whenever he sees you. He can’t help it; he’s completely head over heels. You, however, notice the pattern and smile to yourself, recalling the countless times he’s done this. You grasp his wrist, savoring the warmth of his hand on your cheek and the intimacy of the moment.

XIAO

holds your hand when you least expect it

You and Xiao had spent the night in your apartment’s living room, the soft glow of the moon and the TV lighting up your faces. For the past thirty minutes, he’d been focused on his phone while you leaned against his shoulder, your hands resting beside his. Engrossed in a K-drama, you suddenly felt his fingers intertwining with yours, which were resting on the cushy sofa. You glanced over at Xiao who sat beside you, but he remained fixated on his screen, not meeting your gaze. Shrugging it off, you returned your attention to the show. Sensing he had neglected you, Xiao tightened his grip on your fingers, his thumb gently caressing your knuckles. It was his way of reassuring you, silently letting you know that — "hey, i'm here. don't think im uninterested."

SCARAMOUCHE

makes spotify playlists for you

Scaramouche had always been the type to listen to music anytime and anywhere, even before you two established your relationship. He claimed, “Music helps me express feelings I can’t put into words”—his words, not yours. Despite this, he would never be caught dead listening to sappy love songs, insisting they “weren’t his type” or were “just cringe.” But what you witnessed today suggested otherwise. After finishing a meal for the two of you, you found Scaramouche on his phone, AirPods in, quietly jamming to his own selection. It wasn’t until you called him for dinner that he finally paused the music. “I made you Unagi Chazuke—your favorite!” you said excitedly, beaming at him. He removed his AirPods, set his phone next to his bowl, and headed for the fridge. That’s when you noticed an open Spotify playlist titled “i like u,” with the description “sorry I never meant to.” Curious, you reached for his phone, thinking, ‘A little peek wouldn’t hurt.’ As you scrolled through the playlist, you recognized many of the song titles, mostly in the love song genre. This was surprising since Scaramouche had always claimed to avoid such songs. You continued scrolling until you heard a thud on the counter. Turning, you saw Scaramouche standing there, his face flushed, looking as if he had seen a ghost. “What’s wrong, babe?” you asked, holding his phone. Suddenly, it clicked in your mind—was the playlist about you?

Heat spread across Scaramouche’s face as he glared at you, contemplating whether now was the time to reveal the truth. “Okay… about that playlist,” he finally said, his voice low as he rubbed the back of his neck, “yes, it’s about you.” You couldn’t help but giggle, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around him, then playfully pinching his cheeks. “You’re so cute, you know that?” you teased as he tried to swat your hands away. “Hey, stop tha—” Before he could finish, you silenced him with a soft kiss, and he melted into it. Pulling away to catch your breath, you laughed at his shy expression. “Let’s eat now,” you said, moving to grab some utensils while he tried to collect himself.

[woundedoves]

General Relationship & Sex Headcanons pt.1 with Neuvillette, Diluc, Wanderer (including Kunikuzushi) x Bottom GN!Reader

a/n: awawa kuni my love

CW: i really cant think of any, reader is a switch for one paragraph on Neuvillette’s part, not proofread!

Neuvillette:

ᥫ᭡ Really sweet, not romantic in the traditional sense, but he’s trying his best. He always makes sure to bring flowers and desserts when he comes back to your shared home. He kisses you on the forehead when he comes back from a long day of just reading papers and signing contracts, dealing with the court and overall the people of Fontaine.

ᥫ᭡ Likes cuddling with you, it’s actually pretty good because his body is always cold, so when it’s winter you’re the heat source. And when it’s summer, he’s like a pack of ice that soothes you when he cradles you in his arms. He loves being the big spoon, just having you in his arms and your head on his chest as he listens to your steady breathing. When you’re the big spoon, you just wrap your whole body around this 7’5 man, trapping him with your legs and arms as he smiles softly and sinks into your embrace.

ᥫ᭡ The cutest dates, the melusines bake the sweetest desserts and cook the tastiest menus for you two, it’s always in such gorgeous places with breathtaking views. He always goes all out in your dates because it’s such a rare occasion due to his responsibilities.

ᥫ᭡ Unsurprisingly, very gentle when having sex. Consent checks, soothing massages on your thighs and ass as he thrusts his cock in and out of your hole, twitching inside you when you moan his name.

ᥫ᭡ His favorite sex position is missionary, adores your facial expressions as you feel him drive his cock even deeper; slamming his hips against your ass as his ears twitch slightly with each gasp you let out, his hips stuttering when you tighten around his dick.

ᥫ᭡ A real whiny bottom, you love having him in the doggy position. The tip of your cock/strap hitting his prostate as he moans your name, his claws digging into the mattress as he feels his dick throb with an incoming orgasm.

ᥫ᭡ He prefers to sit as you suck him off, looking up at him with your mesmerizing eyes as he feels the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. Whines as he takes your head in his hands, pushes you down onto his pelvis as he ejaculates down your throat, the choking sounds making his thighs shake as he breathlessly whimpers apologies.

ᥫ᭡ Cuddle fuck sessions almost every week, loves just having his arms around you as he fucks you with a slow and sensual pace. All while making out as he feels his body against yours, so warm and comforting as he sinks into your warmth.

ᥫ᭡ Has the best aftercare, cleans you up with warm towels or showers with you, gives you water and food if you’re feeling peckish, peppering your face with gentle slow kisses as you slowly fall asleep in his arms.

Diluc

ᥫ᭡ Tries his best to be the best partner he can be, always checking in on you, making sure you take your meds, eat three meals a day and don’t overexert yourself. Not the best with romantic gestures or intimate touches but has improved at receiving and giving ever since the start of your relationship.

ᥫ᭡ Loves to pick fruit with you, makes it a date. He sets up a picnic as the sun is going down, eating and drinking non-alcoholic beverages as he blushes when he awkwardly attempts to compliment you: “You, uh, you look wonderful, that color suits you.” You smile softly, bringing him closer to you by his collar as you capture his lips in a kiss, making his stiff body melt with relaxation as he does his best to kiss you back.

ᥫ᭡ Remembers your likes and dislikes to a t, gets you the best gift for your birthday, anniversary or just when he feels like getting one. Doesn’t always go for the most expensive thing he can find, he likes to buy you useful things like quality soap, soft towels, the silkiest bed covers and statues of your favorite animals.

ᥫ᭡ Takes excellent care of you when you’re sick, makes the best chamomile tea that will ever grace your taste buds, waits on the door of your room asking if you need anything every 10 minutes. Really comforting, actually, “don’t worry, you’ll get better soon. Lay down and relax, I’ve got everything covered for you.”

ᥫ᭡ Inexperienced and shy about sex, most of the time you’re the one that leads in the bedroom, a service top basically. Thinks him moaning is really embarrassing, but when you tell him to not muffle his pretty sounds he obeys, whispering your name over and over again as he fucks into you, deep and slow.

ᥫ᭡ Nervous as he fingers your hole to get you prepared, his head snapping upwards to look at you when you whine, afraid that he hurt you in some way. After a few months he relaxes into it, though his fingers are so long and strong. Feels damn good when he fucks your hole with just his fingers, having you ruined under him with just his fingers as he feels his dick throb with want.

ᥫ᭡ Loves to work his tongue on your sex the most. If you have a dick; he loves sucking you off as he has your thighs on his shoulders, feeling your legs quiver under his palms as his tongue laps up the pre-cum off of your pretty cock. Also, just loves reaching around and jerking you off as h’s fucking you doggy style, placing a gentle kiss just above your ear as he takes your throbbing cock in his hand, stroking it with the same pace as his thrusts.

ᥫ᭡ If you have a cunt; loves eating you out while you sit, the way your hands grip his hair as he flicks his tongue against your clit, looking up at you with his flushed cheeks and puppy eyes as he rolls his tongue against your cunt, his tongue thrusting inside you as he fully dives in, his head flush against your hips as your body spasms with orgasm against him, his tongue digging deeper the more your body moves.

ᥫ᭡ Another man that has amazing aftercare, cleans you up gently, tells you that you did so well, kisses your forehead as he tucks you in, his arms slowly wrapping around you as you relax into his embrace.

Wanderer

ᥫ᭡ A relationship with him won’t be an easy one, even though he has learned to better express himself he’s still quite harsh without meaning to be at times. Though when you do tell him what he said or did hurt, he won’t apologize with words, but you will find your favorite dessert or pastry on the kitchen counter that night with a handwritten note that says: ‘Enjoy.’

ᥫ᭡ He isn’t a physically affectionate person at all but will let you cuddle him and hug him when you want to, gives you featherlight kisses if he’s passing by you in the bazaar as he takes a break from his work at the Akademiya. His hand is always placed on your lower back when you’re out and about together, throwing a short but nasty glare at people that stare way too long for it to be socially acceptable. Really possessive of you, you actually try to understand him and know what he feels without him even putting it into words, he won’t say it, but he dreads the thought of you leaving him.

ᥫ᭡ Short dates, gives you the most blood pumping romantic moments, though. No matter what your weight is, he’ll have no problem carrying you in his arms as he flies around the Sumeru forests, gently laying you down on a bed of sumeru roses as he captures your lips in a deep kiss, his hands finding yours as you reciprocate. Pulling away after a few moments, fiddling with his hat in embarrassment and telling you to get up, it’s late already. Though he’s unable to blush, you know he’s flustered by the tone of his voice as his fingers fiddling with his hat or vision.

ᥫ᭡ Doesn’t have a high libido, but doesn’t reject your advances. Lets himself ease into your touches as you pepper his neck with gentle kisses, his hands going to your hips as he keeps you in place on his lap.

ᥫ᭡ Makes you do the work, you wanted his dick that bad? Well, ride him and make him cum first, then he’ll consider fucking that brain of your stupid.

ᥫ᭡ Loves the way you whine as you bounce on his cock, his hands squeezing your ass as his dick twitches inside you. Can’t wait for you to make him cum in the end, as he takes your hips in a harsh grip and thrusts upwards, driving his cock in and out of your hole as he takes in the sight of you turning into a dumb whore on his cock.

ᥫ᭡ Gets you a pretty collar that compliments your skin tone so well, loves to pull on the leash as you ride his cock, making you whine as he feels you tighten around him, “look at you, enjoy being my lapdog that much?”

ᥫ᭡ Surprisingly very good aftercare, has the towels and water ready, huffs if you whine about not wanting to get up, forces you to the shower by scooping you up into his arms and washing you. Rarely cuddles after the fact, but lets you hug him, giving your forehead a kiss after he’s sure you’re asleep.

Kunikuzushi

ᥫ᭡ Very inexperienced yet so sweet and earnest, hugs you every time he sees you, picks fruits and herbs with you, brings you flowers he thought looked pretty and have the same color as your hair, eyes or your favorite accessory.

ᥫ᭡ Loves watching you cook food, sew or make swords, just being in your presence makes him really happy. Always asks questions, he’s eager to learn what you like to do so he can spend more time with you!

ᥫ᭡ Gives you cheek kisses and squeaks when you give him a kiss back, looks at you like you’re his world when you have your first kiss. If he had a heart, he’s sure it would be pounding so loudly, his fingers gripping the fabric of your clothes as his eyes are tightly shut. Really flustered after the fact, holds your hand and plants a gentle kiss on the back of it, his own hand reaching over to your chest to feel your rapid heartbeat.

ᥫ᭡ Loves to be the small spoon, just because he can fall asleep to the sound and feeling of your heartbeat as his head is snug on your chest.

ᥫ᭡ Now, he's very clumsy at sex, gets flustered easily, but he’s doing his best. His thrusts are weak because he’s worried he’d hurt you, gets better at it with your instructions but, still very gentle with you.

ᥫ᭡ He’s making love to you rather than just sex, he kisses your neck just above your pulse lovingly as he thrusts slow but deep inside. Goes along with everything you want, as long as you feel good it doesn’t matter to him.

ᥫ᭡ Also an amazing aftercare person, has towels and water ready for you, snuggling into your embrace as you lay down on your shared bed together.

[scaramouchecest]

- boyfailure!scara au hcs curzzzz im crazy

warnings : smutty thoughts , just general nsfw .. can be modern setting if you want. very ooc lol

— BOYFAILURE!SCARA who cant have sex to save his life .. sweaty n shaky hands, cock painfully hard, and cant do foreplay at all .. hes trying though

— BOYFAILURE!SCARA who literally cant put on a condom to save his life, has to watch those sex education help videos on how to put on a condom with a banana as an example

— BOYFAILURE!SCARA who gave up on wearing condoms and quite literally raw-dogs it. he always tries to put one on, but always messes up so he just fucks you without one

— BOYFAILURE!SCARA who’s incredibly messy. cum everywhere, he has the most obvious breeding kink its pathetic because he gets so giddy yet so hard from the thought of you carrying a being created of him

— BOYFAILURE!SCARA who doesnt let his cum drip out of you, saying he “needs to make sure it doesnt drip out”

— BOYFAILURE!SCARA who is so weak, he tries to hold you against the wall while he fucks you but he cant because he has the strength of a twig ..

— BOYFAILURE!SCARA who cannot do backshots .. he gets ahead of himself a lot, its pathetic. he collapses on you during sex a lot

— BOYFAILURE!SCARA who likes to play music during sex, and tries to match his thrusts to the music but really sucks at it (dont mention it to him) ((cbat))

— BOYFAILURE!SCARA who’s slightly scared of oral, thinking it’ll ‘get your mouth dirty���, so you have to reaffirm him that its okay

— BOYFAILURE!SCARA whos so corny during sex and cant keep his stupid mouth shut .. it sounds straight out of a porno, using what he learned to use i guess

— BOYFAILURE!SCARA who would literally collapse on top of you after he cums, and when hes close whimpers and whines like a dog

— BOYFAILURE!SCARA who’s just a little confused, but its okay, you can help him

a/n : im gonna such on his boy clit ouuuuuhhhh i wanna write trans scaraa :3 first post on ghis acc ^_^ its 3 am as i fjnish writing ghis foodnight

[totallynotcoffeeturtle]

Touch Starved

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Genshin masterlist || Scaramouche masterlist

Summary: Wanderer wants to feel you against him, even when working Tags: fluff, pre-established relationship, gn!reader

A/N: I was too busy reading random novels online sowwy nor sowwy

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Wanderer is discreet, as he is in most matters of his day-to-day life… or at least he thinks he is. Every now and then, he craves your touch against his skin, your fingers dancing across his arms and soft lips against his. During those moments, he pushes his chair just a bit closer to you, his legs stretch out to graze against your thighs. You can practically feel his eyes flicking over your face. He might as well be all over you by now but his ego is too much for him to be vulnerable. Though not in public and not when he is supposed to be razor focused on the books in front of him.

At least you are so kind as to satisfy his desires without exposing him. Wanderer feels a bone-deep sense of comfort at your fingers intertwining with his cool ones and the soft pads, roughened in all the right ways, mess with his knuckles. The puppet almost melts into a puddle whenever you offer him even a sliver of affection, even if he refuses to show it at all. He does not know that you can feel the happiness radiating off him, nor are you planning to tell him at all. It can remain as your little secret~

(Extra: though if he craves your touch at home, he would be very straightforward and simply pulls you onto his lap or drapes himself on top of you on the bed. Whenever you stir or move too much, Wanderer makes you settle down by biting your cheeks. He likes hearing you grumble while he deals with his work, which makes it more enjoyable for him.)

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Taglist: @amyminhminh @xrmywaifxx @samyayaya

[rsventhesecondd]

GENSHIN MEN WHO ,

featuring . scaramouche and kazuha ! part 1

warnings . kind of cliché, heavily rushed — so sorry!

note . yes, this was edited incase some of you notice :3

kaedehara kazuha ! interviewing— now..

kazuha. who always watches your favorites show(s) , series, with you. Despite being tired from work, when he comes home— that smile of yours is enough to soothe him.

what's something that you haven't told your lover?      

" One of [name]'s favorite thing to do while watching is munching on something with me, specially sour punch bites. They always takes all the red ones because I don't like them.  They always say how lucky it is that it turned out that way since it was their favorite, and it reminded them of me. " kazuha says in a soft tone. 

" The red ones are also my favorite, but they can have them. " he said with a genuine smile.

I think he's the type of person that would genuinely look like this ' :) ' because he can't help himself from smiling too much when he talks about you.

— 🍁

raiden kunikuzushi ! interviewing— refused?

scaramouche. who always curses at you over small things and acts like he hates you, but he doesn't actually mean it. He just genuinely has a sharp tongue as effect from all the trauma and abandonment he has experienced. 

But at the end of the day, he is there when you need him the most. Even though it might seem like the opposite, he just hasn't felt this type of affection from anyone at all in a long time, so he feels confused as on what to do with genuine love.

what's something you haven't told your lover?

" Who are you to ask me such questions? " — " Um, your interviewer?"

" Whatever! I'm leaving, this show isn't shit anyways" , well that's how the interview goes. cannon because I say so, but I'll tell you in his place for the sake of the show.

something he doesn't tell you .  despite acting all uninterested with what you feel or other opinions , he actually tends to be considerate. He just doesn't know how to show it the usual way, so he shows it in his own. You don't like ' —— ' ? Okay, he'll keep that in mind. You like ' ——— ' ? Okay, he'll keep that in mind aswell.

he's like your grandpa that when you say something like for example " This bread tastes good. " then the next day, you literally have a whole box of them. And when you question him why there's so much, he reasons 'he bought it along the way'. 

—👾

[daosies]

keep your eyes

you can't help but stare at his lips. he can't help but get fed up.

wanderer ♡ gn!reader

warnings: kissing, wanderer may be ooc

notes: sigh. i miss my man.

"and where do you think you're looking?" wanderer asks, crossing his arms.

you blink, and your gaze quickly returns to the wanderer's, locking on his pupils and unraveling your soul. cornflower irises drink your reflection in greedily, even though puppets don't need to be satiated by such mortal desires. even though puppets aren't guided by thirst or hunger or love.

"what?" you reply, feigning ignorance to the shit-eating smirk on his face and the smug taps of his foot. wanderer steps towards you, the ornaments of his hat swaying with his gait.

"do you think i'm stupid? or are you stupid?" he asks, hardly containing his jeering laughs. "you've been staring at my lips."

he leans in towards you, but there are no breaths escaping his nose, no warmth emanating from his skin.

he leans in towards you, but you can hardly feel his presence, the only proof of his existence being vested within his eyes, which trace over your features wildly, trailing from the wisps of your lashes, to the bridge of your nose, and down to the curl of your lips.

when you look away, he smirks, sure, but his index finger comes up to the bottom of your chin, guiding your gaze back to him.

when wanderer approaches—no, when he perceives you—he eyes you with the intensity of a madman, the hunger of an insatiated mortal. when wanderer perceives you, he does so like a phantom, an absence that drowns you in, the desperation that comes with the unknown.

you are all that is foreign to him.

you make wanderer unlike himself, dismembering his puppet limbs and his screwed-on joints. you piece him back together, tugging at his strings and reinventing them anew, the transparent strands dyed red—oh, the color of love, the color of life and the color of blood—weaving and transfixed to your touch.

when wanderer perceives you, he perceives a heart, a rhythm, a tempo that echoes throughout the cavity of his empty chest, the sound of humanity and the timeless, estoric: thump-thump, thump-thump.

wanderer is not human. but his creator discarded him because she believed he was too human, too flawed, too selfish. but selfishness breeds love, and wanderer is not human, yes, but how can he explain the selfishness—the love—within him otherwise?

wanderer is not human. but his creator discarded him because she believed he was full of humanity, because he was full of love. his creator abandoned him, but you—oh, you—kept him like a treasure.

you reassembled him and you are, undoubtedly, all that he knows.

"tch. and there you go again," wanderer mutters, flicking your forehead. "look at me."

"i am, though?" you retort, taking a step back. wanderer's brows furrow prominently, his arrogant smirk dropping into a frown as he narrows the distance between the two of you.

"liar. do you think i am a fool?"

"yeah," you reply, grinning. "i'm always looking at you."

wanderer conjures a few hexes and curses under his breath, gaze momentarily averting from yours before reaching for the rim of his hat, tugging it down in a futile attempt to conceal his expression.

"you're ridiculous."

"you must love ridiculous people."

"oh, now you're just asking for trouble."

wanderer says nothing once your eyes drift again, tracing the features of his face and settling on the curl of his lips. he huffs.

"you want to kiss me so bad," he remarks arrogantly, tone sounding irritated. "don't you know how stupid it makes you look?"

you don't miss the way his ears bloom a violent shade of red, the way his brows furrow while he tries to suppress the adoration flourishing within his irises.

you don't miss the way wanderer steps towards you, presence known only by the thunderous beat of your heart and the way his face is barely a centimeter away from yours.

much to your chagrin, your eyes flutter shut, and a mocking laugh escapes the wanderer's lips.

"did you think i'd make it easy for you? hah! the arrogance!"

when you open your eyes, lips barely parting in an attempt to protest, wanderer's hand comes to the back of your head, pressing you towards him, the coldness of his touch sending shivers down your spine.

the shade of his hat captures you, the darkness slipping in between your faces and falling everywhere but your lips.

despite his tongue spewing fierce insults regularly, wanderer's touch is tender, marred by love and the softness of a human, the softness of which his creator loathes.

he cradles you with his hands, his lips pressing against yours, chasing after you whenever you part ways.

he's desperate. he's hungry, constantly wanting more and more, like lovers do—oh, like humans do.

when you pull away, breathless, wanderer merely smirks.

"you—" you start, but are quickly interrupted by another hungry, defiant kiss. when wanderer kisses you, his touch becomes both tender and mad, terribly desperate and terribly, terribly lovely.

"you talk too much," he mumbles, waiting for you to regain your breaths. his other palm comes up to the side of your face, the warmth from your skin beginning to permeate into his. "just..."

your gaze meets his, and wanderer falls silent, enamored by the sight.

"just what?" you ask, smiling. wanderer scoffs.

"don't make me say it." he kisses you again.

"wanderer, i was—" you manage to interrupt, only to be silenced by the narrow of his eyes and the thumb that brushes over your cheekbone.

"shut it." his words don't match his adoring tone.

wanderer thinks he could get used to this. just for good measure, however, he kisses you again.

and again.

oh, and one more time. just to be sure.

[raavilerain]

✦◦ attention

summary. once wanderer ignores you, and you won't even look at him?

notes. wanderer x gn!reader / fluff / referred to as "kuni."

author's thoughts. this is my first time posting on tumblr! here's a nice and short fic to begin this blog.

You huffed as you walked away from the Wanderer, your back facing him. He sighed in irritation before grumbling something under his breath. He was quick to follow you.

“Quit it, will you?” He said as he treaded your heels. You were walking fast. Not that it bothered your boyfriend. As much as you hated to admit it, he was faster than you. And if he truly desired it, he could simply fly ahead of you. But right now Kuni simply gave pursuit, attempting to get your attention.

“C’mon, talk to me. Stop ignoring me,” He continued protesting. You didn’t even bother turning around, looking at him or acknowledging him. Your pace was quick, your steps nimble and light footed as you easily traversed the forestry terrain.

One time. One time Wanderer ignores you, and this is what he gets? One time he turned away from you to converse with the traveller and you refuse to even look at him? 

You had a nonchalant expression on your face. You’d sometimes wave your hand dismissively as if swatting away an annoying mosquito. In your head though, you were amused by this situation. See how Kuni likes to be treated this way, hm?

Admittedly, this was pissing off your boyfriend. His patience was not what he was known for, and he looked very much close to snapping. 

Suddenly you felt a firm grip on your wrist. You let out a soft yelp as you were spun around, now forced to face your dear beloved. His gaze stared down at you, and his presence was domineering. 

“Talk to me,” He nearly snarled. You swallowed thickly. The Wanderer was stubborn, but so were you. You scoffed, saying absolutely nothing, turning your head away. 

And yet, even that option was thrown out the window. Kuni’s fingers curled around your chin, tilting your head back up to him. His stare piercing into your soul. His lips in a taut line.

“...Pay attention to me,” He said, his voice soft and low. Under the dappled light of the trees, you could see his face dusted a faint pink hue.

You arched a brow, amused at his words. Still no words escaped you, wanting to see how this entertaining event could now turn. 

The Wanderer muttered curses before interlocking his fingers with yours. He pulled you closer by your waist, your bodies pressing against one another. He brought your hand up to his mouth. Kuni’s lips parted, a puff of warmth hitting your skin. He pressed a kiss flush against the back of your palm. 

Kuni’s lips stayed glued onto your hand for a second longer before pulling away.

“There.” He let go of your hand, crossing his arms. “Is that enough for your whiny self to talk to me now?”

You smiled, cheeky and mischievous, before planting a kiss on the Wanderer’s cheek. 

“I’ll think about it,” You mused.

Kuni rolled his eyes, his fingers finding yours as he dragged you along with him, the tips of his ears red.

dividers by: @cafekitsune

[ventismacchiato]

O1 stuck with you — the girls are fighting !

scaramouche x gender neutral reader

stuck with you !

masterlist — prev | next

again, album cover doesn’t depict gender or race so imagine it as one of the girl members or yourself

also if ur not a swiftie pls don’t come for me i cannot come up with album titles so i stole hers

and i know childes selfie is blurry but i liked the photo and i hope tumblr doesn’t hide this post cus of the walking tweet 😭

also slide 5 *tmas

ALSO PLEASE LMK IF U WANT ME TO USE UR USERNAME AND MAKE U A FAN!! comment on the masterlist 🙏

check out the swy playlist while ur at it

synopsis — after the disaster that was the live award show, where you and scaramouche got into an argument on stage after both of your groups got a tie for top artists, your guys' PR teams have been in shambles trying to scrape up your mess. that's when the idea to send you both off with some other idols to a remote location for a survival dating show to mend your public image comes up. before you know it your bags are packed and you’re on a plane to a remote island. the only obligation is you need to end up with scaramouche at the end of the show, whether you end up liking him or not doesn’t matter to your managers as long as the show’s ratings stay high. whatever you do in between to get there is up to you!

notes — sorry for da long wait mb gang i was too lazy to transfer this to my laptop

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[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ How they hold you in bed when sleeping

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Tartaglia (separate) 

When the stars are perched in the night sky, and the world becomes wrapped in a still blanket of darkness - there is no better action than departing to your safe space, the coziness of your bedroom, and the safety of your beloved’s body next to you. The lights are dimmed and after a warm shower and a change into comfy pajamas, your beloved is met with a tender sight of your sleepy figure. It is time for rest, and with his arms open, beckoning you to hop into his embrace - you join him in bed at last. 

✧ A single glance from Pierro and his eyes would instantly soften upon seeing your sleepy expression. The Director of the Fatui doesn’t require any questions or even verbal communication to know that something is troubling you. Your solemn gaze and slumped shoulders tell him more than enough - and his heart aches in response. Silently but gently, he pulls you closer, his star-shaped pupils seeking answers from your own. 

“My divine one... A long day?” - he whispers, his hand lifting your chin to make you look at him. You don’t directly respond, but nod and press your lips into a thin line. Pierro sighs, yearning to vanquish all your worries and pain. But sometimes, words are superfluous.

“Do not fret your little heart. No harm shall come, for I am here, my divine. Shall I take you to bed, instead?” 

With a small nod and a timid glance from you, Pierro spoke no further. He knew what you required on such solemn nights as these, and instead, allowed his arms to pick you up, carrying your fatigued figure in his bigger embrace. He pulled you closer, his cheek gently grazing your face as he whispered soothing words and brought you to bed. 

He tucked you in, the king-sized bed bringing the familiar sensation of silky sheets and warm covers. He kisses your forehead with careful and slow deliberation before accompanying you to sleep.    

When Pierro sleeps beside you, he is often silent, but his gaze never leaves your figure. He’d lay on his side, gazing at your face as if it were the stars and the moon itself. Even within the dimness of the room, he has memorized the outline of your face, the soothing rhythm of your breathing, the contour of your figure. With one hand around you, you two slept peacefully, the troubles of the world left behind. Even the Fatui’s Director required solace, and this solace he would locate only in your tender arms; his sanctuary. 

✧ Il Capitano has memorized your routine. Take a shower, get ready for bed, and most importantly, sleep on top of him as if his body were a sturdy mattress. It’s not your fault your cherished is so much taller and bigger, right? Well luckily for you, he absolutely adores it when you climb on top of him, resting your head on top of his chest and legs around his hips. Your smaller figure clad tight around him like a loving weighted blanket while he slept on his back. His hands would gladly squeeze you, loving your softness against his toned physique. 

“You don’t mind my weight on top of you, Cappy?” - you’d often ask every night before bed, peeking at him with that tender worry that made the Harbinger melt in an instant. Capitano would continue to hold you, his sharp fingers tracing circles gently on your hips or your back.

“Dearest, I have carried heavier weights that quadruple you in size. If you were to bother me, would I be pulling you back to my arms whenever you toss and turn?” 

And thus, with the seal of approval from the honorable Captain, you’d smile triumphantly and sleep on him. That’s just how the two of you were: Capitano was a beast in size, slept still, and barely moved when on his back. Conversely, you were smaller in size, slept very lightly, and often turned or wrestled with the covers. Even when you had the spacious bed to your leisure, you always chose to sleep tightly clinging to him. And Capitano revered every second of it as if it was the biggest honor in his duty as your protector. Truly, an honorable knight protecting your dreams. 

✧ Sharing a bed with Il Dottore is a toil. If you managed to miraculously drag him out of his lab, he’d groan and argue that he has important research to do, that your concern for his sleep schedule is ‘childish’. Yet the moment he settles in bed, he becomes a menace to your sanity: 

“Are you coming to bed or not?” 

“Come here, closer.” 

“No, you are pushing around.”

And the cherry on top of it all? He’d stare at you during the entire night, maskless. You know he doesn’t easily fall asleep, even on days when he overexhausted himself in his experiments. So naturally, his method to relax is to press the side of his head tightly against your chest and just remain glued to you with the sound of your heartbeat being his salvation. You’d assume it is an adorable sight… until you’d open your eyes in the middle of the night, only to notice a piercing, red lens just gawking at you. Motionless and still, he just wore that neutral expression while being pressed to your chest.

“...Uh, are you going to just stare at me in the dark?” - you whispered in the dark, to which he won’t even move or change his expression.

“43 beats per minute.” 

You blinked sleepily - “... wha-” 

“Your heart beats approximately 43 to 50 beats per minute when you sleep. That’s anywhere between 20640 to 24000 beats for 8 hours of sleep.” 

It was your turn to gawk at him, albeit in confusion. His nonchalant yet stoic reply told you that he was, indeed, very focused on counting each and every beat of your heart while you slept. He remained pressing his ear to the middle of your chest, arms wrapped around your waist tightly. 

“Dottore, have you not slept this entire time…?” 

“Shush, stop speaking,” - he whispered more gently, pressing his face into you in a rather touchy manner as if you wouldn’t notice. “I am still counting. Your heart rate is increasing to 81 bpm.” 

“If you won’t go to sleep this instance I won’t make any Ajilenakh Cake tomorrow.”

As such, silence dominated the dark bedroom once more. The doctor said no more and settled on hiding his face against your body, not daring to admit that he loved your desserts. And even more, not daring to acknowledge that your heartbeat lulled him to sleep. To deny his infatuation with every beat of your pulse would be a lie, and to deny his longing to physically hold you close would be ignorance. So he settled to silently counting your heartbeat until succumbing to dreamless slumber. 

✧ Scaramouche didn’t require sleep. Everyone knew that. Regardless, your persuasion with the 6th knew no bounds as you begged and nagged at him relentlessly to remain beside your bedding. He would audibly scoff and cross his arms at your ridiculous request. 

“My body does not need rest for 8-something hours. Why should I even waste such precious time with you while you’re the one unconscious?” 

However, no matter how much Scaramouche put up the cold front and rolled his eyes, he wasn’t immune to your ingratiating puppy eyes or gentle tugging whenever you asked something of him. You’d always embrace him from the side, asking him softly to stay a little longer as you depart for the night. He, of course, would refuse and cut your answers short, but his actions told a different story. He was already tucking you in; making sure the futon was neatly laid and the covers warmly wrapped around you while he sat kneeling beside you. He just had to make a fuss first:

“To even insinuate such foolish proposition… You must be truly bored out of your mind.”

You’d only chuckle in response, smiling whenever he made sure your room was tidy and secure for your nightly rest. But even then, you’d reach for his hand, and whisper: 

“... Just stay for a while longer. At least until I fall asleep, okay?” 

Same scoff. Same attitude. But The Puppeteer never left. He always stayed beside you, despite his arrogant rebuttals that you quickly learned were nothing about. He’d either sit leaning beside you, keeping a silent company, or telling you obscure stories he heard from Inazuma or the Abyss. And at times, Scaramouche would remain kneeling by your futon even after you had fallen asleep. 

Your breathing was slow and steady, but he was almost afraid to lean any closer. All bickerings he displayed before were gone, and like a porcelain puppet, Scaramouche would find himself frozen in place, hypnotized by your soothing breathing. He just gazed at you, as if you were a distant star within the dark sky, the palliative breaths emitting from you told him that you were safe. You are here. 

And it was from you he learned how gentle breaths are emitted by those deemed “alive”. How your breathing fluctuates in different moments of your life: energetic when happy, hitched when disturbed, and peaceful when asleep. Strangely, this mundane motion of your chest falling and rising worked like a lullaby to Scaramouche. 

Alas, he now condemns himself for not caressing your face all these times he watched you sleep. A lonesome Wanderer sat alone, an empty futon beside him. Your familiar presence lacking, and he won’t hear your tranquil breaths. You are not here.  

✧ Your dear Pantalone had a fundamental habit before bed. He’d set his glasses aside, hair tied up, and go through his skincare routine right before bed. His hands diligently yet delicately wash all the apprehension and professionalism from his face. But the most important part? Trash talk with you about what happened at his work, while he focused on his reflection in the mirror.

“Could you believe that dear?” - the 9th called out to you from the bathroom, his brows frowning in displeasure. The man continued to cleanse his face. “Those insolent aristocrats offered another bribe under the table, thinking that would change my final statement.” 

You responded with a faint “Mhm,” back at him. 

“And then! The tasteless bastard dared to ask that some of their reports be delayed because he will pay twice, as long as no one checks for quality control. I mean, the audacity of some of those high-society morons!” 

“Right, right” - you murmured faintly from the bedroom. 

Pantalone massaged his cheekbones, making sure his face was as affluent as his taste and status. He adjusted his robe, still rambling with the same frustrated passion. “They think that just because they’re doing business with me, negotiating with a high sum of bribes would lead to a guaranteed deal with the Fatui. Ugh.” 

This time, there was no response from you. The bedroom was awfully silent, despite the night lamp still shining. 

“Honey?” - Pantalone called gently. 

Silence. The Regrator stepped out of the bathroom, a curious look on his face, until his eyes spotted you in bed, asleep. His expression immediately softens, all quarrels and gossip forgotten. It seems that his late-night rambles about work have thrilled you so much that you, obviously, dozed off. You didn’t even turn off the lights or get under the covers yet.  

Pantalone couldn’t help but smile softly. You two had a long day, anyway. He quietly finished his preparations for bed, changed into comfortable nightwear, and stepped closer to your side. With a delicate touch, he made sure you were tucked in properly, giving you the usual good night kiss on the forehead and tucking your hair away from your face. The man dimmed the lights before he two took his rightful place in bed beside you. 

Whatever quarrels troubled his mind now - didn’t matter. What mattered was that he had your comforting presence beside him in bed. As he slowly spooned your sleeping figure, Pantalone let out a sigh of relief, letting his head rest by the crook of your nape. Only then, did the Regrator feel his body go into ease, feeling the tranquil silence settle upon the room. Thus, the two of you slept warmly; Something that Pantalone would never trade for any riches or gold. 

✧ Ah yes, Tartaglia, his sweetheart, and their 50,000 Mora five-foot tall Morax plushie. Childe remained lying on his back, his expression far from pleased. Ever since he returned from his mission in Liyue, he gifted you this massive dragon plushie. A plushie that became his mortal enemy. His tormentor. His replacer. 

The 11th frequently brought souvenirs back home in Snezhnaya. Liyuan tea sets, Inazuman dresses, or Fontainian gadgets. All for your spoiling, and the joyous smiles from his siblings. One of such missions, he returned home with several cute toys and plushies, just for you and Teucer. He is not beating the “Greatest Toy Seller” allegation anytime soon, but he was certain that the gigantic Morax would be a lovely choice for you. 

How naive he was. 

The plushie was almost your entire height, yet you held onto it with utter delight when he gave it to you. You hugged and squeezed it with love, finding the fluffy geo archon the cutest thing ever. And thus, here you were. In bed, not hugging your boyfriend, but hugging the massive Morax plushie. 

It became a common occurrence. At first, Childe chuckled at your adorable antics whenever you brought his gift with you in bed. But then it became more apparent that you would rather turn your back to him, and just fall asleep while embracing the plushie. Childe swallowed his pride. It’s just a plushie, he bargained with himself. But then he would stare daggers that that innocent, fluffy-looking Morax. How dare it be the one receiving your love, while you adorably squeezed or fell asleep on it.

It should’ve been him! 

Therefore, one night, he took matters into his own hands. Tartaglia sat up silently in bed, and by mustering all his skills in stealth, he sneakily pulled the Morax plushie away from your grasp while you slept soundly. He was slow, and careful so as not to wake you up; and boy, tugging that five-foot plush was no easy task. Once it was away from your arms, Childe grinned in triumph… and threw the toy aside. The enemy has been neutralized.  

Next step - carefully pulling you closer to him. You were already in deep sleep, so of course, you didn’t feel when your beloved naturally embraced you in bed. Shh, no one will know he was jealous of a silly toy. He was just a concerned boyfriend, who needed to bury his face onto the crown of your head and relish your warmth. 

The next morning, you woke up feeling warm and pressed to your dear Ajax, who was particularly cuddly that morning. 

“Oh no, how did my Morax plushie fall to the floor?” 

“Hm? Oh, you must’ve accidentally tossed it away while you slept, dear.” 

[genshin-obsessed]

“Do you love me?”

ꨄ︎ Wanderer *✧･ﾟ

“Do stupid questions just come naturally to you or something? Of course, I love you. What made you doubt it?” You explained that it was just a question with no hidden meaning behind it. “Ok, weirdo. Yeah, I love you. If you wanted me to say it, all you had to do was say it first. Not make me think you’re questioning my feelings towards you.”

ꨄ︎ Kamisato Ayato *✧･ﾟ

“Huh? Oh- of course, I do. Did someone say something to you? You’ve never questioned my love before.” His confusion was quickly laid to rest once you clarified it was just a silly question. “Oh, well I wouldn’t consider it silly. I adore you, so much so, that I can’t be away from you for too long. Or I’ll start missing you and then I can’t do my work.”

ꨄ︎ Alhaitham *✧･ﾟ

“Yeah I guess I do.” Alhaitham immediately stiffens when he sees that look in your eyes. “Wait, no! Hold on. That’s not what I meant. I… it’s new to me. Feeling that way towards someone so much that it hurts is new. I didn’t mean that I guess I l-love you. I mean… yes, I do. So much that I can’t even put it into words.”

ꨄ︎ Kazuha *✧･ﾟ

“Just love you? Sometimes, I feel those words are too simple to explain how much I need you. But yes, I love you. Should you break my heart tomorrow, curse me to the hells, and abandon me… it wouldn’t change how I feel. Not one bit. You don’t need to love me back or be kind to me, even. But, thank you for loving me too.”

[fairykazu]

how they express their love in which is easy when it comes to you gi masterlist + hsr masterlist

. . . doing little things for you, little tasks they call it. if it's either washing the dishes, running errands, opening doors, making them lunch -- anything to help, to ease the weight or stress on your shoulders. " i will wash your hair at night / and dry it off with care" i will, mitski

thoma, childe, jingyuan & gepard

. . . with a simple, subtle looks and touches. a reassuring wink, intertwining pinkies, a loving glance, an arm around their shoulder, a nod of approval, a smile so warm it puts you at ease. "the look of love / the rush of blood" no.1 party anthem, arctic monkeys

topaz, dan heng, kaeya & kazuha

. . . words of affirmation or in general, just telling you. they might don't always declare their love in bold letters, but they tell you when they appreciate you, giving little compliments, or little checkups throughout the day, reminding you to hydrate, etc. "[they] said, "baby, " that's what [they] called me, "I love you" / every single word you say makes me feel some type of way" kingston, faye webster

sunday, jiaoqiu, yoimiya & kaveh

[kaeyas-beloved]

It’s The Way He… || #2

Characters: Alhaitham, Cyno, Dainsleif, Heizou, Itto, Kaveh, Xiao, Wanderer

Summary: Just cute/heartwarming/breath-taking things he does <3

Genre: Fluff + Snippets

CWs: gn!reader (you/your), injuries (Cyno), petnames (my love; Kaveh),

a/n: did a pt. 2 because the last one got lots of love and I though they were really cute so I wanted to do some others <3

|| Pt. 1 ||

Alhaitham

It’s the way Alhaitham props his chin on you - your head, shoulder, just whatever is easiest at that moment - as you read. His eyes, a beautiful mix of green and orange, will skim the page you're on. It's no quantum physics or retelling of historic events, but if you like it then he'll give it a chance. Just, don't be too upset when he asks you to read faster, he wants to know what happens next is all.

"Are you almost done? I've finished the page. What? What's that look for?"

Cyno

It’s the way Cyno is so serious as he dresses your wounds, a stark contrast to the genlteness of his touch. It doesn’t matter if it’s a paper cut, a rash, burn or a gash from battle, it’ll receive the same level of attention and care from the general. If he had it his way he’d get Tighnari to fix you right up, because at least Cyno knows you’re in good hands, but that can’t always happen, so he’s your next best. In a way that’s alright, at least this way he can personally see to it that you’re looked after.

“This will sting a little, sorry, but it has to be cleaned. I’ll try to lessen the pain as much as I can and finish quickly. If you’d like, I can tell you some jokes to take your mind off of it?”

Dainsleif

It’s the way Dainsleif never forgets the little details about yourself. You could mention it once and he’s already committed it to memory, he's committed you to his memory. For 500 years he's walked alone, maybe not always physically, but it still felt like there hasn't been anyone with him. You are the first connection he's had in so long, and even if he's doomed to live long past you, the image of everything that creates you, he’ll will himself to remember for as long as he can, because just the thought of you makes him feel like he's alive once more.

“You told me once that the stars brought you peace. I thought it’d be nice to look out at them tonight, for they too do the same for me. However, if I was to be truthful, you, without a shadow of a doubt, bring me the most peace.”

Heizou

It’s the way Heizou leaves a riddle on the kitchen counter for you every so often before he leaves for work or errands. There’ll be clues scattered around the house for you to find as well, each one becoming more cryptic than the last. Of course, he knows you well enough to not make them so tough you can’t figure it out. He wants you to receive your prize after all~

“Did you figure out today’s riddle?” … “Heh, that’s correct, I knew you’d get it! Now, come and claim your reward. I think you’ll really enjoy it this time~”

Itto

It’s the way Itto runs up to you the instant he sees you in the streets of Inazuma, arms ready to grab hold and lift you as high as he can or as high as you allow. He'll even do a little spin with you he's that happy to see you. It doesn't matter if you’re alone or with someone, he is a loud and proud oni who shows off the person that owns his heart!!

"There you are my partner-in-crime, my beetle battle buddy, my number one! Say, if you're not busy how about you tag along with me? I just found this awesome raman place that's pretty cool if I do say so myself. How about we check it out?"

Kaveh

It’s the way Kaveh readily helps you with your outfit and any bells and whistles that go with it. As a renowned architect there are times where he’s invited to formal events, and you are his first go to for a plus one. And where there’s formal events there’s formal attire, and the hassle of making sure everything is perfect. Be it a tie or some piece of jewelry, Kaveh and his keen eye for detail are there to help attain that perfection.

“Ah, here, let me help. Sometimes, it takes another pair of eyes to catch if something’s off. Of course, you look stunning regardless my love. There, shall we head off?”

Wanderer

It’s the way Wanderer stumbles to match your pace. For as long as he's lived he's moved at his own pace, never once slowing or playing catch-up for others. For you though, he'll stop to admire the things he's overlooked due to his immortality, he'll race to make sure you don't run too far from him that he can't raech you. No longer does he run away from those he loves, now he runs alongside them.

"What? You stopped for a flower? It's pretty? Please, I can think of many more things that are prettier than some flower, but I suppose we have some time. Who am I to stop you from doing what your little heart desires."

Xiao

It’s the way Xiao carries with him the little gifts you give. May it be a flower, a picture, a letter or another object of some kind, the yaksha will have it tucked into the safest pocket he has. To you it may have just been something you picked up or made while thinking of him, but for Xiao, it’s his good fortune charm. Something that has a tangible weight to it, his constant reminder that someone is waiting for him back home. However, he can never bring himself to tell you this, covering up the why he brings it everywhere with some barely strung together excuses or redirections.

“Of course I’d take it with me, why would I not? Huh? You think I’d have no real use for it? Tsk, you still don’t know the ways of the adepti, do you?”

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