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Haha poor Cyno! XD But don't worry our dear General Mahamatra, we sill love your bad jokes 💖
Right?? But I won't lie...soon we may get spammed with many new guys, so boys...get ready for more roomates 🤭
omg yes!! Now I hope Sethos have tiger as pet too xDD
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Hello! 👀
He is sooo cute!!!! I can't wait to meet him in game!!!! (* > . < *)
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Grumbling/pouting/sulking & upset even if it's not shown outwardly (some do make it obvious they don't want to be there) at being dragged to a blind date mixer thing (even he's not sure which at this point), something he doesn't want to participate in & even more so in meeting someone he doesn't know. His mood is ruined & he can't feel sorry for whoever the poor soul who would try & talk to him.
Just as they arrived, what he thought was horrible immediately lessened by a fraction. Only because he got to see you. But then the annoyance is back along with worry, what if you saw him during this whole date that was forced upon him? What if you got the wrong idea & all his chances with you instantly becomes nonexistent??
He tries to hide, maybe making a run for it not caring about ditching the person who brought him there in the first place. But alas his gaze met yours just before he could, his breath hitching as your eyes lit up & throw a smile his way...he's definitely screwed now...
...or not, turns out you suffered the same fate as him. Being dragged to join this stupid event as a stand in, just to even out the numbers. Luckily for him, he immediately zeroes in on you. Already making his choice without even sparring a glance at anyone else. And unfortunately for everyone else, because his attention was only on you. They know he already had his heart set on you as his 'date', so everyone else can just forget even trying to talk to him. Which also means anyone who was interested in you can do the same & find someone else. It's clear that he wasn't going to let anyone take you from him so easily (not that anyone could compare to him of course)
He supposed this whole thing wasn't all that bad. He's gotten quite the confidence boost at seeing you preferring to be with him instead of anyone else too. Maybe he really does have a chance with you after all...
Oh, not to mention he even scored a date hangout with you next weekend.
Wanderer, Xiao, Cyno, Kazuha, Heizou, Tighnari, Lyney, Albedo, Rubedo
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the cold won't turn scara's cheeks red, but you giving him a smooch on the cheek certainly will.
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It's a wonderful & eventful day today, we're fed so well on xiao's birthday, I feel spoiled 🙈 (even his letter is 😍😍😍)
Then there's arlecchino's trailer drop...
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We even get a cute lil harbinger scara cameo!!
Thank you for the food hoyo! 💕💕💕
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The dark clouds covered the sky, the waves were bigger and bigger because of the wind.
You were going through the shore with a lantern in hand. To think how quickly the weather can change. Some hours ago you had a picnic on the beach, enjoying the sun and sounds of the peaceful ocean while reading.
You just realized that you don't have the necklace that your mother gifted you. It's really important to you. You searched your little house so you came to the conclusion that somehow you have lost it on the beach. "I hope the waves didn't reach the spot..." You were praying you'll be able to find it.
When you started to get close to the place you had picnic before, you stopped moving.
-"Is...someone singing?" You heard someone's voice. You started to look through the ocean, searching for the source of the singing. And then you spotted it...or more like him.
A boy with a veil on his head, sitting on a rock peeking out from the water. But he doesn't have legs, he has a beautiful, violet tail.
-"A merman? Or a siren?" You whispered to yourself, unable to stop looking at the being that continued to sing. It was so hypnotizing.
You tried to look away, to cover your ears, afraid that if the boy is a siren you'll end up drowning and get eaten. But you couldn't.
What you just saw took your breath away. The sun's rays passed through the black clouds. One beam illuminated the boy's performance like he was singing for the whole world. You didn't even realize when the ocean became still. It was a beautiful sight. You closed your eyes enjoying the song, yet after a moment it became silent. You opened your eyes and you saw indigo blue ones looking at you. You hold your breath, not knowing what to do. Before you could do anything the boy vanished under the water. When you couldn't see him anymore you fell on the sand, like your legs lost strength.
After a while you managed to get up, still shocked with what you witnessed. You wondered if it was all a dream, the sky was cleared from black clouds. It’s like the boy changed the weather. Not wanting to stay here any longer, you quickly searched for a necklace that you in the end couldn’t find. With sadness of losing something so important you went back to your little house, not realizing someone was watching you with curiosity from the water.
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Sorry for any mistakes and thanks for reading!
I still can't use my PC so decided to at least write some short idea I had for awhile. Tbh I may write second part later....but I can't promise! >.<
#Genshin Impact x Reader#Genshin x Reader#Kabukimono x Reader#Scaramouche x Reader#Wanderer x Reader#Kunikuzushi x Reader#genshin impact x you#my stuff#my short things#Merman!Kabukimono#Merman!Scaramouche#Merman!Wanderer
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Me too!!! (੭ु ›ω‹ )੭ु⁾⁾💕💕💕 I want to play with his long hair :3c
Yes, pls!!! 🙏🙏
Yess!! Also… now I want Sethos to tell bad jokes too xDD it would be funny…both of them joking…everyone else are tired of it🤭
Boys are not happy that there will be new guy in our harem team 😂
Hello Sethos, let's get along! :3c
#Sethos#just talking#Sethos reminds me of lion or maybe even those Sumeru tigers!#He looks so cool and cute!!!#I can't wait to see more of our Fontaine siblings in action!!!
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Hello Sethos, let's get along! :3c
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roommates: part six.
your new roommate is... odd, and recently, so are your dreams. still, despite the secrecy, the mystery, and his ice cold exterior, you have the feeling you'd waltz right into love with him. (maybe you already have before.)
pairing. scaramouche x gn!reader
tags. no warnings, slice of life, fluff, slowburn, friends to lovers, reincarnation au, post irminsul erasure
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“Thank you so much,” you tell the Traveller gratefully. “Wait! Before you go — I made the both of you something.”
They're keychains, you show them, both crocheted by yours truly. One, the sword the Traveller wielded, and the other, the crown Paimon donned. You had made them during the spare time you had whilst waiting for the materials to make Kunikuzushi's clothes.
“Aw! You didn't have to,” Paimon squeals. “They're adorable! Thank you!”
You laugh, handing them over to her. “It's really more of a bribe — I hope you'll come and find me at my shop if your clothes ever need mending or anything.”
“Sure thing! We'll definitely come see you if we have the time!” Paimon promises earnestly.
“Well, I won't keep you anymore. Again, thanks for completing my commision, Mr. Traveller and Paimon!”
“Aether is fine,” he says kindly, and goddamned if he didn't have a pretty voice. His name was pretty too. Aether.
Still, you think to yourself, Kunikuzushi’s just might be prettier.
You must have made it in life.
You've finally gotten your roommate to sit the fuck down and eat dinner with you. And it only took a month and three days. Homemade soup was on the menu today, potatoes and carrots and corn and chicken, just how your grandmother used to make for you. Honestly, soup was the only dish you could cook well.
“How is it?” you ask eagerly, making a show of batting your eyelashes at him and grinning. “I'm quite proud of that recipe.”
He hums, sampling a spoonful. “It’s… edible.”
As if it wasn't the best thing he's had in his life. You harrumph. “Whatever you say.”
Later, when you're cleaning up, and when all has been said and done, you'll realise he's finished two whole bowls and not a drop less. But for now, you're only curious about many, many things.
“Are you from Inazuma?” you ask. “You look like an Inazuman. Your name sounds like it too!”
He looks up at you, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. “I am.”
“That's so cool! Why'd you move?”
“Just… something I had to accomplish. Eh, well, it didn't work out — but it's all water under the bridge now,” he says casually, but with the way his eyes darken and the way he glances away, you know you've touched a nerve. You’ve become rather adept at reading his moods in the recent weeks of badgering him daily.
You change the topic quickly. “That's a shame. I'm glad you stayed, though, or else I'd never have befriended you! But can you speak Inazuman?”
“Of course I can,” he scoffs, puffing up haughtily. “Who do you take me for?”
“Jeez, I never said you couldn't.”
“You implied it,” he retorts pettily.
You click your tongue, the words spilling out faster than your brain could process them. “Then what does ‘Kabukimono’ mean?”
He goes silent, and you smirk, victorious. Of course he wouldn't know what it meant — you had come up with it in a dream, after all. That would show his cocky ass. Except… the expression on his face is odd. He stares at you, horrified and disbelieving and everything in between.
Then, it's gone.
He snorts. “What kind of stupid word is that?”
“I thought of it in a dream,” you say matter-of-factly.
“Only you'd be that senseless,” he snipes. At your offended gasp, he softens minutely. “It means oddly dressed, or insane. Take your pick.”
Then he stands, announcing that talking to you made his head hurt and leaving for his room. You sigh. You wonder if he’s always going to storm off if you mention something he didn't like. Still…
Oddly dressed, or insane, huh?
(His heart is loud — roaring in his ears.
Gods, he hadn't desperately wished for a heart only for it to be such a nuisance.
You shouldn't know that name. How did you ever learn that name? From a dream? There had never been any record of a Kabukimono after him — and all traces of him had already been erased. It couldn't be a mere coincidence. Nothing was ever just a coincidence with him.
That shitty god…
What the fuck did she do?)
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roommates: part five.
your new roommate is... odd, and recently, so are your dreams. still, despite the secrecy, the mystery, and his ice cold exterior, you have the feeling you'd waltz right into love with him. (maybe you already have before.)
pairing. scaramouche x gn!reader
tags. no warnings, slice of life, fluff, slowburn, friends to lovers, reincarnation au, post irminsul erasure
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Breeze in the air, the sun on your face. A hand on your shoulder, and the whisper of your name. You turn around.
“Ah, it's you!” you say with delight. The word Kabukimono almost slips from your lips, but you hold it back, for it wasn't very much polite to address your dear customer that way. You knew that nickname of his had been circulating around town ever since his arrival, and while he never made any move to stop it, you've decided to avoid using that title entirely.
Your eyes flicker towards his outfit. He's wearing the things you made, you realise, pride bubbling in your gut. “How are the clothes? They look good on you — they make you look like an angel, y'know.”
He flushes. Pink creeps from his ears all the way down his neck, and why, wasn't that just the most adorable thing you've seen all day?
“Thank you,” he mutters bashfully, gaze trained on the ground. “They're very comfortable.”
He looked just like a doll, you find yourself thinking. You blink awake. Wait, who did? The name was right there, right on the tip of your tongue.
Ki… no…?
No, it definitely wasn't kimono.
Ka…
“Kabukimono!” you breathe out, jolting upright.
Was it an Inazuman name? It definitely sounded like one… How odd. Your dreams are certainly something.
“You’re back! How was your day?” you greet him cheerfully upon his return to the apartment. “I bought takeout for dinner, it’s on the table if you’re hungry.”
“No thanks.”
Oh well. Another day, then. You shrug, turning to leave. You had gotten some of your favourite dishes, and if he wasn’t going to have them, you sure as hell were. Maybe —
“Wait.”
You stop in your tracks, whipping back around much faster than you’d like to admit you did. What could he possibly have to say?
Silently, he stares at you, frowning ever so slightly. You return his gaze apprehensively, wondering if you should say something. Honestly, the silence was getting pretty awkward… You hold back a nervous laugh.
A second passes, then two.
“Er,” you say.
He harrumphs, taking something out of his pocket and shoving it into your hands. “This is only in return for before,” he hisses. “Don’t get the wrong idea.”
And he’s brushing past you before you even have the time to react, retreating to his room and locking the door with a decisive click.
“What the…”
You look down at the thing in your hands, pleasantly surprised. It’s an adorable little wooden carving of a bunny, nothing more than a paper weight and the kind you’d get from a gift shop — but it was the thought that counted, wasn’t it?
The grin that spreads across your face is utterly infectious.
(The next morning, you catch him before he leaves. Which is odd, for you usually only rise after dawn.
“The bunny is so cute,” you gush. “Thank you, I love it.”
Pride settles in his heart. Of course you’d love it. After all, it was he who picked it out for you — and no one had known you better than him, once upon a time.
“Is that all you held me back for?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. Was there a need to get up this early just for that?
You falter, eyes flickering to and from. “Well — I still haven’t learnt your name.”
“Call me whatever you like,” he says simply. “Go ahead, let me see what you can come up with.”
He knows that Nahida had taken a liking to that godforsaken nickname, and the Traveller had taken to calling him Wanderer. He wonders what you’d pick.
“C’mon now, you know my name. I wanna know yours!”
Would you believe him if he said that he no longer had a name? The villagers of Tataratsuna had called him the Kabukimono, and the Fatui had called him the Balladeer. The name he had bestowed upon himself out of spite had been Scaramouche, and before all of that, before all those names, he was simply the puppet. He swallows, and again, he can hear his heart in his ears.
Well, there was that one name…
Your gaze is heavy on his figure, and he knows you wouldn’t take anything but a name for an answer.
“Kunikuzushi,” he says roughly, the familiar word foreign on his lips,
“My name is Kunikuzushi.”)
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roommates: part four.
your new roommate is... odd, and recently, so are your dreams. still, despite the secrecy, the mystery, and his ice cold exterior, you have the feeling you'd waltz right into love with him. (maybe you already have before.)
pairing. scaramouche x gn!reader
tags. no warnings, slice of life, fluff, slowburn, friends to lovers, reincarnation au, post irminsul erasure
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Your roommate had changed.
It was a change so minute that you had barely noticed, yet it was there. It was in the way he looked at you, you think. In the way he no longer avoided your eye, and in the way he’d respond to your smile. Well, honestly, he always had that little frown on his face, and his words were always sharp, but still, it was a start.
This was… certainly an interesting development.
See, when you had posted that commission in search of someone who'd loan you some aid, you did not expect that person to be the Traveller. As in the guy who’s taken Teyvat by storm, solving crisis over crisis from nation to nation. As in the guy who's got a title in just about every nation he's visited. That guy.
“Thank you for accepting my commission!” you tell him brightly, because what else were you supposed to say? At the very least, you were sure the job would be well done. “I'll make sure the compensation is worth your while.”
Paimon brightens immediately. “What do you need us for?”
You hand the Traveller the list of fabrics and other materials you need. “Could you get me everything on the list? These aren't the materials I usually buy, so I have no idea which ones are of good quality. Or even how or where to get them.”
“All these are… Inazuman?” Paimon says, curious. “What do you need them for?”
You nod, grinning. “My roommate's from Inazuma — well, he looks like he does… I wanted to make a traditional set of Inazuman clothes for him.”
It would match the shawl you had made for him perfectly. He'd look angelic, you muse, dressed in white and blue.
You'd pay to see the sight, really. You hadn't spent all that time designing and researching and sewing just to see his pretty face be wasted on those boring ass clothes he had on. Seriously, was that the only set of clothes he had or what?
“That's so sweet!” she gushes.
The Traveller pockets the list. “I'll be back by the end of today.”
“Damn, that's really quick. Thank you!”
You have to tell Alhaitham about this.
“He was so pretty, I swear, why aren’t isn't there anyone talking about how insanely gorgeous the Traveller is?”
Both his hair and eyes were of shimmering gold, not to mention his lean build and rosy skin… You hadn't registered it then, with the legendary Traveller in front of your very eyes, but thinking back on the encounter… damn. You want to make something for him too. Or maybe a little cape and dress for Paimon?
Alhaitham sighs. “Please, try not to get too far ahead of yourself.”
“Easy for you to say. Hmph.” You cross your arms in faux anger, turning your nose up at him. “I can't believe you didn't tell me the Traveller looked like that.”
“You seem quite taken with the Traveller. Does this indicate that you have finally gotten over your infatuation with your roommate?”
You squawk, gasping in indignation and utter betrayal. “Never! Do you think so little of me?”
… He just stares.
“And I don't have a crush on him,” you finish, protesting weakly. “He just seems interesting.”
Even you find it hard to believe yourself.
(He's walking down the streets when a particular store catches his eye.
Little trinkets are laid out on the tables, from keychains to bracelets and the like — but it's the wood carvings that he narrows in on. They're tiny, no bigger than the palm of his hand, and no heavier than a small stone. He picks up the carving of a bunny, inspecting it.
You had always liked bunnies, he remembers. Especially the ones white as snow, and the ones black as night. He wonders if you like them still.
“Would you like that one? It's a thousand and three hundred mora,” the shopkeeper says. “Very cheap for a handmade carving.”
He pauses. Just what was he doing?
Nothing good would come out of being involved with you yet again, that he knew. No, nothing good ever came out of associating with mortals in general — and that had been a harsh lesson learnt.
… But ‘Scaramouche’ was no more, and gone was everything that had happened with him too. He was, by right, no one at all.
Him interacting with you — a human who had never known ‘Scaramouche’, a stranger of a person he had simply come to share an apartment with — surely that was alright?
Oh how far has he fallen, to be bargaining with himself like this. He tosses a bag full of mora onto the counter.
“Keep the change.”)
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roommates: part three.
your new roommate is... odd, and recently, so are your dreams. still, despite the secrecy, the mystery, and his ice cold exterior, you have the feeling you'd waltz right into love with him. (maybe you already have before.)
pairing. scaramouche x gn!reader
tags. no warnings, slice of life, fluff, slowburn, friends to lovers, reincarnation au, post irminsul erasure
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“Me?” the boy asks hesitantly, glancing toward his companion for help.
Niwa — right, that was his name — laughs, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder and pushing him forward. “You're scaring him, my dear.”
You roll your eyes at your friend, then give the boy another cursory once-over. You were right. He'd be perfect for the garment you were designing. Beckoning him over, you grin at him as you lead him into your fitting room. “I have just the thing for you! Let me take your measurements first, then I'll tailor the clothes to fit. Niwa, I'll give you a discount only because you brought this angel here.”
“Hah! You're the best.”
Shaking your head with a fond smile, you turn toward the boy. He looked nervous, fiddling with the hem of his sleeves, but no matter — it was time to get to work.
You blink, rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to clear your mind, trying to recall the dream you just had. Yet try as you might, it slips from your grasp, the faint trace of nostalgia slipping away with the breeze.
It was blue, you think.
And that's when inspiration struck.
"It's perfect,” you murmur, holding up the finished product in your hands.
A soft, silky shawl of blues and teals, dusted with a faint shimmer — an olive branch for your roommate, so to speak. Honestly, you were getting pretty tired of him wearing the same outfit almost daily, and what better gift than one handmade?
He'd look positively angelic in it, you think. You only hope he doesn't slam the door in your face before you could give it to him. You huff. He had better like it. You hadn't rushed your commission and put all that effort into the shawl for nothing. Not to mention, the materials you used were nothing but the highest of quality. Hmph.
“What do you want?” comes his gruff response to your knock on his door.
At the very least, he wasn't outright ignoring you like he used to do a week ago. You grin, even if he can't see it. "I have something for you! It's handmade. Come and take a look at it at least. Pretty please?”
It's silent.
A minute passes, then two.
You sigh, turning away in defeat. Another day, then. Though at this rate, that day might never come at all… Well, you hadn't put in all that effort just to give up now.
"I'll leave it here by the door,” you call. Just for good measure, you give the door another rap to be sure you still had his attention. "I don't care what you do with it as long as it's not still here by tomorrow morning. Have a good night!”
You turn away to leave, but this time, it's with a petty, stubborn resolve. One way or another, he would be your friend. He had to.
(His hands ghost over the shawl, fingers trembling.
It's soft, he notes, and every thread carefully woven. The design embroidered on its edges is undeniably Sumerian, but he can tell its maker is undeniably you.
And his heart thrums, loud in his ears and suffocating in his chest. It's infuriating.
This version of you is not the same as the version of the past he had known — that he cannot refute. Yet from your smile to your needlework, down to the way you'd leave him a warm bowl of soup — how could you not be one and the same?
He sets the shawl back down into the box it had come in, only to notice a piece of paper at its bottom.
This is for you, it reads. I think we got off on the wrong start that day, so I made this for you to make up for it. I hope you like it.
He scoffs, amused at your attempts to befriend him. It had worked on him then, when he had been clueless and naive and far too trusting, but fat chance it would work on him now. You don’t even remember him, for fuck's sake.
Still, he thinks, perhaps he should indulge you just the once. For old time's sake.)
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roommates: part two.
your new roommate is... odd, and recently, so are your dreams. still, despite the secrecy, the mystery, and his ice cold exterior, you have the feeling you'd waltz right into love with him. (maybe you already have before.)
pairing. scaramouche x gn!reader
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You don’t think your roommate likes you very much.
It’s been a week, and you’ve yet to learn his name. Hell, you’ve barely even caught a glimpse of him since he had slammed the door in your face. He seemed hell-bent on avoiding you — he leaves before dawn, locks himself in his room after dusk, and on the off-chance you do see him, he always avoids your eyes.
Though, you did catch sight of his Vision once. It was but a quick flash, but that angelic glow was unmistakable. You wonder what life he must've lived to have received Celestia's blessings. Certainly not an easy one, for sure. Maybe that was why he was so standoffish.
You harrumph, setting aside your embroidery before you prick yourself out of frustration. It wasn’t as if you had called him ugly or anything. You did the complete opposite. Shouldn’t you be the one dying of mortification instead?
Standing, you were in no mood to sew anymore. You'd finish it another day, then.
“Haitham, when did you start seeing me as a friend?”
You had gone to bother Alhaitham in his office after putting off your sewing. Anyway, that commission was due in two weeks, and you were halfway done, which meant that you still had time.
Alhaitham doesn’t even spare you a glance from his book. “Why do you ask?”
“Y’know my new roommate? I think he thinks I’m weird. But he’s so cute — I want to be on speaking terms, at least.” You wail pitifully, dramatically slumping into your seat. Tugging on his sleeve, you beam in reply when he shoots you his signature deadpan stare.
He sighs.
“You are a good friend, though whether or not you are a good roommate is not my place to judge,” he says, trailing off at the mention of a ‘roommate’, and you just know he’s cursing Kaveh in his mind. “Whatever the case, there is no point in pursuing someone with no interest in you.”
“It worked on you though,” you point out.
You had been classmates with Alhaitham before you dropped out of the Akademiya. The scholarly life just hadn't been your calling, despite your parents’ wishes. Somehow, you managed to bother Haitham into becoming one of your best friends — and you still think you deserve a medal for that.
“And I wonder why myself.”
You scowl, smacking him. Then you hiss, shaking the sting off your palm. Damn his muscles.
“I think he just needs some time to warm up to me. He has a vision, y’know, and when have you seen a normal vision wielder? I couldn’t see if it was a Hydro or Anemo one, though.”
You look at him with wide, hopeful eyes like the delusional person you were. ‘It’s not as if I can stop you,’ his face seems to say. He chuckles, just the slightest. “Good luck.”
And that was that.
( “It is quite uncommon for a person to be reborn with an appearance identical to that of their previous life,” Nahida muses. “Though, it would be best to keep in mind that while they share a soul, without their memories, they are still two different people.”
“You think I don’t know that?” he snaps.
He knew you. Or, the ‘you’ of the past, to be precise. Of course he did — for how could he not? And if you were the person he knew all those years ago, you would’ve recognised him. Yet you didn’t. You looked right at him and didn’t even know him.
“Is this a joke?” he asks, almost snarling the words. “Or a cruel scheme?”
That shitty god giggles. “Look on the brighter side! You could think of it as a second chance. Be it coincidence or fate, to have been reunited with a loved one… Is there truly no happiness in that?”
Happiness? He scoffs. Yea, right. How fucking happy he must be, to be haunted still, by a past he thought he had completely erased.
He smiles at her sharply, dripping with nothing but malice. “I'm overjoyed.” )
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roommates: part one.
your new roommate is... odd, and recently, so are your dreams. still, despite the secrecy, the mystery, and his ice cold exterior, you have the feeling you'd waltz right into love with him. (maybe you already have before.)
pairing. scaramouche x gn!reader
tags. no warnings, slice of life, fluff, slowburn, friends to lovers, reincarnation au, post irminsul erasure
masterlist. next.
Needle and thread in your hands, a hum dancing under your breath. A bell chimes as a door swings open, and two hushed, urgent voices can be heard. You look up from your sewing.
One, a brunet with a charming grin, and the other, partially hidden behind him. It catches your eye — those violet eyes brimming with curiosity, meekly peeking through long hair, blue as the wine-dark sea. You’re struck with a faint surprise, then a surging sense of excitement.
“Archons, you’re perfect,” someone breathes.
It’s you.
You awaken, mood tinged with a secondhand embarrassment you can't quite place. Stretching as you clamber out of bed, you try to recall the dream you just had.
It's futile. It drifts away.
You're excited to meet your new roommate.
Your previous one had left after he got his own house, so you've had the place all to yourself for the past few months. Frankly it was getting lonely, as peaceful as it was. The "rooms” your landlord rented out were more like apartments, really, with two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room and a kitchen.
You hope you get along with them, whoever they are. They'd be arriving today, you think. You wonder if they like soup.
Just then, you hear clinking keys, and the front door swinging open. Standing eagerly, you rush to greet your housemate, nervous and delighted all the same. You turn the corner to look, and —
— “Archons, you’re gorgeous,” you breathe.
Sharp-eyed and porcelain skin, a slender build and hair a royal blue — not to mention the way his outfit brought out everything good in him to a tee — white, and blue and utterly angelic. You only realise you’ve said something completely out of pocket when you notice the expression on his face.
You blink.
He doesn’t.
… Whoops?
“Hi! It’s so nice to meet you,” you say cheerily, introducing yourself. You decide never to think about how absolutely horrendous your first impression must be ever again. “Do you need help moving your things? I made soup for dinner — do you want some?”
He shoots you the most disgusted look you’ve ever seen. “Where is my room?”
“Oh! Ehm, it’s the door furthest down the hall, and the bathroom’s the one closest to the living room.”
Saying nothing more, he brushes past you brusquely. Seconds later, a door slams shut with a resounding thud.
You frown, huffing. What a cold guy. Still, did he have to react like that…? Maybe he was shy, or something. Your… blunt comment would’ve caught anyone off guard. Anyway, pretty people are always difficult at the start, you think, reminded of how unapproachable you believed Alhaitham to be before you had befriended him.
Well, you’d just have to try again another time.
Knocking on his door, you call, “I left you some soup in case you get hungry later. Remember to heat it up before you eat.”
You don’t get a response, but you can hear his shuffling footsteps, and you decide that was enough for now.
( Inside, the wanderer curses everyone and the gods above.
To ‘rehabilitate him into society’, Nahida had basically forced him into… whatever this arrangement was. Now, he had to deal with you too?
You knock on the door then, and he stiffens.
“I left you some soup in case you get hungry later,” you say. “Remember to heat it up before you eat.”
He scoffs. Truly, what a fate worse than death. He’d find a new place to stay as soon as possible. The past was no more, and thus there was no longer a reason for your life to be entangled with his.
His heart thuds a slow, steady beat. It's a sensation he has yet to get used to.
Unwilling as he may be, he wonders if your soup still tastes the same as it did all those years ago. )
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Ooo! Thank you!! So far it looks interesting! 💜 :3c
roommates: masterlist.
your new roommate is... odd, and recently, so are your dreams. still, despite the secrecy, the mystery, and his ice cold exterior, you have the feeling you'd waltz right into love with him. (maybe you already have before.)
pairing. scaramouche x gn!reader
tags. no warnings, slice of life, fluff, slowburn, friends to lovers, reincarnation au, post irminsul erasure
chapters.
one.
two.
three.
four.
five.
six.
seven.
eight.
nine.
ten.
eleven.
twelve.
taglist. (send an ask to be added.)
@franaby @dragontammerz @ainnofinway @sketcheeee @briluvspnk @bunniicantsleep @featuredtofu @tragedy-of-commons @parkjayssi @xiaosantenna @idontevenknow129 @bfajax @mostlymoth @thenyxsky @kiyiiaarchived
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You wanting to try out Gaming's choker because it looks so cool & pretty.
Heizou coming in just in time to see you already wearing it & admiring how it looks & feel.
Heizou who despite has a friendly smile on his face instantly froze. A sudden twitch as he heard Gaming's compliment, of how it looks better on you than on him. Something Heizou himself had said when you had tried his own neck accessory...(whether Gaming knew of this fact or not Heizou is unsure (he doesn't)).
Heizou who is conflicted when you had noticed his presence and brought him in your conversation, contemplating on what to say when you asked how Gaming's accessory looked on you...
He's reluctant to say someone else's belonging suits you, but he also doesn't want you to think it looks bad on you if he said he'd rather you wear his...
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