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aestherin · 24 hours
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KEEP MY HEART
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one of my favs for sure HAHAHA i've been waiting to write this chapter ever since i outlined my ideas 😭 also apologies for the long wait :>
also how are you guys? i hope y'all are doing well :))
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KEEP MY HEART — scara x reader smau
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SUMMARY — you find plenty of guys around you attractive, but there is only one you’re willing to make the first move on: the guy you first saw during your older brother’s soccer game. spoiler: he's a player from your rival university.
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featuredtofu · 20 hours
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In sickness and in health
Wanderer x gn!reader
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synopsis | You never get sick. Or that's what Wanderer believed. And now that you caught yourself a high fever, he's beyond scared.
content | fluff, mild angst w/ comfort (just a little sprinkle of angst, nothing major)
cw | a few curses, abandonment issues, mentions of death
a/c | @/chinikuniku on X
taglist | @ayanasss , @m1stt1
a/n | My 250 follower special is finally out‼️ Thank you for reading and thank you for following my blog 🫶🏻
And thank you @cyberprimeyt for the lovely idea!
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"OPEN YOUR MOUTH." Wanderer commanded you, not taking 'no' for an answer. And so you did, albeit reluctantly. Your throat felt dry and the temperature of the soup he fed you was awfully hot. It hurt to eat. But you know you needed to eat something.
You usually never got sick, you swore on that. Even Wanderer was a witness of your good health! But you just had a very important matter at hand, which made you run through the heavy rain at midnight. If you didn't catch a cold under those circumstances, you were actually indestructible. But alas, you are also just a human being.
Your whole body is aching and searing hot to the touch. An uncomfortable heat covered you entire body with sweat. This was due to the two thick blankets drapped over your body. But you knew that once you left the comforts of your blankets, you'd freeze to death. Is this the price you had to pay for all those years of good health?
"Snap out of it and eat up. You didn't eat anything the whole day." your boyfriend prodded you, the end of the spoon hitting your lips. A pout formed on those very lips as you closed your eyes. You would've shook your head in response, but your head was pounding and dizziness clouded your mind.
He sighed in response, putting placing the spoon back into the warm soup he had carefully prepared for you. "At least drink something." he said, handing you a glass of water. Then he got you medicine, pouring the liquid onto another spoon, before forcing it down your system in combination with the water. All with good intentions, of course.
Once you swallowed your medicine and sat upright for a good ten minutes to properly digest, Wanderer allowed you to lay back down. "Get some rest." he sighed, standing up and gathering the dishes to wash them later, "And call me if you need something. Don't even think about getting out of bed without my help." he had warned you, before exiting your room, leaving the door open to make sure he'd hear you if you called.
You just snuggled back into the blankets and sighed, closing your eyes to sleep it off. During that time, Wanderer took it upon himself to clean up around your apartment, doing the chores you couldn't do while he waited for you to wake up and hopefully get better soon.
He might've seemed unfazed while taking care of you, but in reality, he was scared and guilty. Scared that this fever will take you away from him. Guilty that you're suffering and he can't do anything to alleviate your pain. And he couldn't stop the pessimistic thoughts from clouding his judgment. It might be a silly thought, but he didn't want you to have the same fate as—
Wanderer snapped out of his thoughts when a glass fell to the ground and shattered on the floor. A sigh left his lips and he got to work to clean up the mess he made. He'll need to remind himself to get you a new one in the future.
Before long, your boyfriend decided to go outside and stock up your empty fridge and get you fresh medicine. You were running low anyways, 'might as well', he thought. And so he took off, taking your keys and closing the door securely after himself. You were sleeping and it'll probably take some time until you wake up again anyways.
Just how wrong he had been...
As soon as he came back from running your errands, he heard incessant coughing coming from your room. He immediately dropped the groceries on the ground, not caring if something spilled or broke. Your fever must be acting up again and he knew you needed someone to be by your side.
Once Wanderer entered your bedroomed in a hurry, you couldn't help but sigh out in relief. Your whole body was burning up, pain spreading through your limbs and your head felt like exploding. It hurts... but at least someone was here to help you now.
"Fuck, your fever is worsening..." Wanderer whispers, touching your forehead with the back of his hand. He needed to do something, anything to ensure your comfort, to ensure you're alright. He needed to go to Nahida or call a doctor and—
When he turned to go, you stopped him, your hand holding tightly onto his as heavy breaths left your parted lips. "Don't leave..." you mumble and he knew then that he couldn't possibly ignore your wishes. But also, he feared that if he doesn't get you help, you'd perish just like the little child five hundred years ago. For a first time in his life, he felt truly helpless.
It suddenly felt like time has rewinded itself back to five hundred years ago, back when he was just a mere puppet without a name, accompanying the child he viewed as his family. Back when he had watched the child cough and cry, complaining because of the pain, but assuring that he'd be alright. Back when he trusted the child with all of his being, only to come home to a lifeless body.
Seeing you in such a vulnerable and painful state made him anxious. Fear was crawling up his consciousness. He couldn't think of anything to help you, while you laid there, exhausted and your breathing irregular. Your eyes were looking up at him, a silent cry for comfort and a sign of pain.
When you saw him staring at you, his eyes unfocused, you knew he wasn't in the right state of mind to help you right now. The coughing didn't subside and it burned your throat as much as it burned his hollow chest to see you like this. You wanted so say something, seeing the panic in his eyes. To reassure him that everything's alright and that this will be over soon. If you could just say something.
Instead of words, you decided to act on your thoughts, pulling him down into an embrace. It didn't take long for him to wrap his arms around you as well, pulling you closer to him.
He was cold. A pleasant contrast to your burning temperatures. "Hey..." you mumble hoarsely, leaning your head onto his shoulder and closing your eyes. "Calm down, love." you continue to whisper, suppressing the oncoming coughs bubbling in your throat.
It only took four words to calm him down a bit more, his arms squeezing you to his own comfort. "Fuck." he exhales shakily into the crook of your neck. You were burning hot. And although it wasn't a good sign, he liked it. He always liked your warmth, it contrasted nicely to his freezing physic. "I'm acting pathetic right now." he mutters, trying to feel more of your addicting warmth against his skin.
"What's on your mind?" you asked him quietly, coughing just enough to make him pull you closer to him. "Just some... stupid thoughts." he mumbles in return. He didn't necessarily feel like talking about the cruel memories he had remembered. But he knew he couldn't hide anything from you. You knew him too well. So he decided to just be upfront with you. "You're reminding me of that sick child..."
"Your... 'family'?" you inquired, just to confirm. And after a short period of silence, you felt his head nodding against the curve of your neck. He had told you the story and you had witness the memories with him together, so you understood where his fear was coming from. Your lips parted to reassure him about yourself, when he cut you off.
"Please... please don't leave." he whispers shakily. You could feel the slightest trembles coming from his figure and you gently squeezed him in return. "I know you're human. And I know that eventually... you'll perish like all the other mortals... but please..." he pleaded to you, "don't fucking die on me just yet."
His figure trembled in your embrace as he poured his heart out to you, pleading as if you're his only god, as if you were his saviour. You wrapped your arms securely around his figure and pulled him down to lay in bed with you. "I'm not going anywhere." you reassure him in soft whispers, "I'll be there by your side as long as my time allows me to."
"Don't cry, my love." you continue, coughing in between your sentences. His body temperature was helping you in cooling down. Funny how you never thought of it before. "I'm not going to die to a silly fever." Sweet reassurances and soft whispers of love calmed him down as you two laid there in a shared embrace.
"Hey Kuni." you mumble sleepily after a long while. He hums quietly in response, not moving a muscle to look up at you. "If I die someday, I want to die seeing you smile at me one last time, okay? Only then can I tell the heavens above that I died happy death." you chuckle softly.
He squeezed you tighter in response, a tired sigh leaving his lips. "One more word about death and I'll feed you poison the next time."
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cyxnidx · 2 days
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HI HI HELLO! I saw ur cat n mouse gamr for Wriothesley and loved the idea so much! I would like to request f! Reader x wanderer (genshin) playing a cat n mouse game as well hehe. And if you dont mind please do write more on the smut part I am very curious on how itll play out 🫢 TY!
CAT & MOUSE 2 !
character pairing: wanderer / scaramouche x f!reader
warnings: smut, degradation(use of 'slut, whore') + a little praise, oral (m!receiving), cat & mouse game, slight bondage (ropes🤭)
a/n: Hi~, apologies for such a late response :(. had to get some sort of inspo flowing. i'm glad you enjoyed, & hope you enjoy this one even more <3.
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"where are you, slut." wanderer's tone echos throughout the house.
you're hiding - hiding, being bratty, as usual. getting your boyfriend all riled up, only to leave him to deal with his boner himself.
not this time, though. it seems you've gotten him a little too riled up today.
you slap a hand over your mouth when you hear his shoes against the hardwood floor, hoping he doesn't find you.
now you're realizing its foolish - and your hiding place doesn't make it any better. under the bed, really?
"come out, come out, wherever you are.." he calls again, obviously teasing you. hes so close, so near, yet you don't have sight of him.
the adrenaline rush is addictive. it's probably the main reason you're doing this to begin with. the rush of hiding, and the chance of being caught, and fucked to oblivion?
its addicting.
you notice it goes quiet. it doesnt seem like the wanderer is walking anymore, nor is he calling for you.
theres only one conclusion you can come to when this occurs.
and before you know it, you're yanked up by your ankles and pinned to the ground.
you've been caught.
you fight him, for the fun of it. to give him a hard time, not that you want to win. not necessarily. the whole point is to get under his skin.
finally, he gets you under control, and thats when you notice a rope being held between his teeth. he holds your hands above your head with one hand, while with the other, he works to tie your wrists together.
"scara - let's talk about this!" you whine, only adding fuel to the fire. you knew he wouldn't wanna talk - why would he?
without a word, he throws you onto the bed you once were taking cover under. "not another word, you hear me?" he demands. "say anything more, and I'll stuff that pretty mouth with my cock."
your eyes narrow, analyzing his. lust swirls in his pupils, a gaze of daggers stabbing you. though, despite the betting stare he's giving, you take it as an opportunity to provoke him more.
"well, if you're so bold, do it-"
you're basically cut off at the last syllable of your sentence when he moves you off the bed. his grip is harsh on your waist, and you were on the ground before you knew it.
"open your mouth," he says in a haste, unbuckling his pants and fiddling with his zipper.
"wha-"
"open. your. fucking. mouth." he demands, stroking the bud of precum over his cock as he waits. you let your tongue fall out of your mouth, mouth wide, awaiting to be filled by his cock.
not taking more than a minute, he shoves his cock down your throat, immediately fucking you.
"you," he pants, the warmth of your throat hitting him like a truck. like a pressure he never knew he needed for the minute. "fuckin' slut. always rilin' me up n', shit."
he continues to shove himself down your throat, your gags filling the otherwise quiet house. he grabs a harsh fistful of your hair and your hands go to massage his balls, tempting him to cum down your throat.
his head tilts back. "god, damnit. you're sucha little slut, fuck, taking my cock like a good little girl. mmh, g'na let me cum down your slutty little throat? huh?"
you attempt to moan in response, the tightening gesture throwing scaramouche over the edge, filling your throat with his seed.
he waits for you to finish sucking every little bit off his cock before moving you to the bed. "good little slut, you must like to be used." he mumbles, turning you over on your stomach and arching your back. "g'na treat you how you want, yeah? like the little whore you love to be."
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ordowrites · 20 hours
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Things They Loves About You
cw: mild allusions to smut, mdni, minors dni, fluff, no pronouns - use of terms of affection and praise
characters: lyney, diluc, wanderer, kaeya, arlecchino
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Lyney
The way you laugh, placing your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter so you don't disturb anyone around you. He is addicted. So, Lyney tries to make you laugh - tries to do anything to get fits of laughter, aching sides and tears running down your face with silly jokes and teasing. Archons, he is blessed if he can listen to your laughter for the rest of his life. He is greedy to want to.
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Diluc
Making him pick something he likes about you feels wrong but your eyes, the way they draw him with the liveliness, how expressive you are. Those are depths he can get lost in and understand why people compare eyes to gems, to things of beauty. He kisses both your eyelids each night, then your nose, cheeks, lips. Neck. Quite honestly, he can write books on your very being, because it never stops there. You, in all your existence, are the most beautiful gem he has ever been privileged to witness. Rare you are, he wishes he could protect you from the world outside but that's wishful thinking. you are strong, you are stubborn. and he contents to just be with you for as often as possible.
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wanderer
your hands are delicate to hold. soft, in comparison to him. his body next to yours - he holds onto you tightly because he fears if he lets go, you may disappear like everyone else. you are warm against him, your hands curious about the nooks and crannies of his body - divine and synthetic. how could a human love a puppet so? he wonders these things but never asks. you kiss him and he shortcircuits. you talk to him, and he forgets language.
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kaeya
you're a curious thing, aren't you? with your smile and your words that stun even him. you catch him off guard at every possible chance you get. for a snarky response he has for you, you easily return without a second thought. your smile still there, never secretive, never misleading. your mind is a curious thing he wishes to pick apart but your smile - oh he loves your smile.
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arlecchino
a strange one, she could regard you as her pet and call it a day. never once as she ever called your loyalty into question, but the thing that truly enamors her to you is your innocence. or what she views as innocence. you look at the world around you with delight, curiosity that never fades even over the simplist of things. some lovely seashell you found, Lumitoile, hell - you found a mechnical bug that you'd shown to her before taking it apart to see how it worked. Much like how her "children" lean into their own interests, she could quietly listen to you talk about all the things you have learned.
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gigglemite · 3 days
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I don't know, there's just something that hits so hard knowing that at his very core, Wanderer is just a sweet boy who wants to help others and find a family who will love and take care of him in return. We can see this when he's first found after Ei left him, and also when he erases himself from Irminsul.
Wanderer, when we meet him as Scaramouche is someone tainted by centuries of deceit. He's the product of a twisted mind twisting the naive mind of a puppet just looking for his place in this world. His personality as Scaramouche is fragments of those he's spent the most time with (the harbingers), coupled with his three perceived betrayals, and we end up with a homicidal puppet who hates humanity and detests the gods. He may have hated them, but the Harbingers (especially Dottore) are the ones who shaped the Balladeer we met.
But the Wanderer we meet post-Irminsul is helping out at a fruit stand in Sumeru fully expecting no compensation for his work. He goes out of his way to pick fresh sunsettias and take care of this stand all because the man who runs it helped him. He's shocked and confused, not angry, when the Traveler says that he's a puppet despite him making it a point to never tell anyone. He happily accompanies the Traveler and Paimon to Nahida, even apologizing for the inconvenience.
Dottore made sure all of Wanderer's naive traits turned bitter towards the world because he wanted a fascinating test subject. And yet, even when he could go on the warpath and murder Dottore after finding out the core betrayal that shaped him was a lie, he instead chooses to erase himself from the past just as a small chance to fix the wrongs he's done and give those hurt because of him a chance at a better life.
If the Kabukimono and Wanderer were him without being molded by the harsh world and Scaramouche was the result of being manipulated, I really wonder how he would have turned out had Ei not chosen to give him up.
In other words: Scaramouche is baby and he deserved so much better. Wanderer is a sweetheart who had to reconcile with a past that went completely against who he thought he was and deserved better. But the Wanderer we have now, is healing.
He's healing and I can't explain how proud of him I am that he's trying.
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sinmalssimp · 3 days
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Could I request a (platonic) Wanderer x reader where to everyone else they seem like they're dating but aren't? Like, they hold hands and share food, but do it as friends?
Sorry if this doesn't make sense, I'm still learning English!
Platonic! Wanderer with a reader who people think hes dating
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Wanderer gets confused whenever someone mistakes you two as a couple, he only sees you as a friend, and yes you two are pretty close but you both know its only platonicly cause you two have different preferences
He would often pretend hes disgusted when someone says that, if you two are sitting down on a bench he would push you off of it and laugh in your face
It got to the point you two made matching shirts that say "girl kisser->" "<-kisses no one" and wear them everywhere you go
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lokis-bitter-ghost · 3 days
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genshin characters as stuff in my pinterest funny board
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ouchthathurts · 1 day
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❝ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐄 ❞
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐬) ⋮ Wanderer/Scaramouch x You
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⋮ 2.3k 
𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⋮ These feelings may be too human for this puppet
𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⋮ Cross-Posted to AO3 | Scaramouche is called Wanderer | Scaramouche is Bad at Feelings | Soft Scaramouche | Scaramouche in Love | Touch-Starved Scaramouche | Cross-Posted on Tumblr I Wrote This While Listening to Laufey's Music | Song: Fragile (Laufey) 
𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ⋮ I gotta write more Genshin stuff!
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“Are you okay?”
A call out to the name he’s become so familiar to has begun to eat at his heart with your voice sinking their sharp teeth into the flesh he does not have; you tear to him to pieces with your smile and leave him like he tattered doll once finished with him. 
A fight breaks out, one that calls the attention to his fears of abandonment and urges him to leave whilst the other yearns for your company and shackles him to the floor with a call of your voice.  You’ve come to ask if you two would spend time studying together, he’s visited your home plenty of times and finds himself gnawing at the leash he put there that brings him over to you without any say of his reason.
The fist his hand was balled in as he held his head up, there was something that had almost brought him to tears as you asked him such a question. “Of course I’m okay.” Yet, there was something that gnawed at him as he looked at your face, you had looked at him in ways that showed he was making you feel for him almost like a child. 
“It’s just quiet in here…” The young puppet knew if he could not have something to conceal the sounds of his tapping feet, his breathing that became breathy, and the pounding in his chest that had begun to drive him crazy without how it bled into his ears. A hope in his head that you would not acknowledge the way he fidgets with how both your shoulders touched as you sat the shared desk. 
Wanderer scolded himself, if he couldn’t even handle your shoulders against his what could’ve made him believe in actually pursuing a relationship with you. Why would you even want a relationship with him? The way he behaves akin to an antsy child must make you feel like a parent. Why would you ever think of him outside of just studying with him?
In spite of those thoughts there’s a desire in his heart, to sew that smile into your lips forever, his eyes swiftly close as he turns his face back to his book whilst you return to yours, “I'm glad, it seemed like something was on your mind back there.” You spoke your concerns, your half-lidded eyes turned to his with a look in your eyes that were felt throughout Wanderer’s body even without looking at you. 
“I’ll turn on some music.” You assured as you got up from your seat and made your way over to your music case. There was this feeling to pulling you back to him and hopefully meld his material in your warm skin. You looked through the music, your fingers peeling through and getting some out before finding one song, a large vinyl is placed on your record player.
The music that greets Wanderer is a soft piano, a warm and light guitar, and some orchestral music's picking up in parts to lull to the puppet. You turn back to Wanderer, “I hope you like it, I often listen to this when I’m studying alone.” You explain as you make your way back to your seat, putting your hands in your lap before turning your head to meet with the young man next to you.  “Are you ready for us to continue studying?” The way you questioned him, there was a softness in his voice that he had yearned since he was brought into this world. 
You’d go out of your way to make a puppet feel more serene? 
Out of the kindness of your heart? 
The puppet pondered before scoffing at such a thought: Only a fool would believe such bright and fulfilled eyes as ones that were meant to bring joy into this world while he was being tortured by the sight of your benevolence. 
A couple of candles burned softly around the two of you, had you always glowed this lovingly under the light? There was something being highlighted in your face that had only made Wanderer more lost in what he was witnessing.
Pleasing? There were features you had that made the puppet believe it was the archon’s punishment to him for having feelings.
Captivated? Of course he was, just the mere presence of you in the same room had left him feeling the warmth he had been longing for since creation. 
Bewitched? A spell casted on him, he had only done to himself by allowing himself to gaze upon perfection, candles burning him wouldn’t turn him away from your beauty.
The thought of you set him ablaze with the gaze he was met with once his eyes begrudgingly made their way towards yours. Oh dear. There’s this swelling where his heart would be, he finds his ears are hot with your glazed over eyes as you waited for him to speak. 
“Is there something on your mind, Wanderer?” You find your hand slowly coming from your lap to your cheek, flustered by the astonishment in his eyes, your index finger tapped your cheek as you awaited an answer. You could’ve killed him with such a move. There was something with how you always knew where to place your hands that would highlight you, whether it was your face, hands, or your figure. In awe, he’d fallow them to where they landed and paid close attention the area.
“N…No. I’m just...” You found your lips parting a bit, with your brilliance you would be able to say something that he couldn’t think of no matter how many years he had spent in Teyvat. “I’m just lost in how to solve this problem…I’m scared of how I’ll do for this upcoming exam.” Schooling was another debt he’d be paying for the archon, he worked among his fellow peers, yet the only one who he decided to talk to was you. You were a late arrival into the class, thus you both would have to work together to catch up with the rest of your fellow classmates. 
“Oh please, you’ll do perfect. You always do.” You had admired him; with the way you spoke of how often you would see his scores and his answers it was no surprise you saw him as one who was always more than a couple steps of ahead of your peers. “I don’t think you actually need to study with someone sometimes, y’know? You’re so smart, you could do an exam as soon as it’s called out.” 
To be praised by you was one that could ease his pains when the world turned his back on him. A long day of being delt a hand that left him as an outsider to those who interacted with him, he would yearn to come to your home and lay his head in your lap and be coddled like a child. The mere object he was, he loved so deeply to be deemed as one whose heart was as sensitive as a porcelain antique.
“Please don’t be so humble…” Wanderer spoke, your name taking it’s time in his mouth before he begrudgingly let it go to, “Without your help I wouldn’t have neary gotten this far, it’s almost admirable how much work you put into projects and honestly, you’re a lot smarter than the rest of them.” Wanderer effused, although his tone was hidden by his nonchalant one, you imagined him babbling happily about you and couldn’t help but find your face flushed. 
“You really think so?” Without missing a beat he swooned, “I know so.”
There was something about those words that caused your heart to pound incessantly against your rib cage, desperately trying to escape the confines to profess its feelings towards the one the pounded alongside it inside of Wanderer’s chest. 
Endearing was what you call such a moment, as he held his gaze with yours with a flush on his face that called attention against his pale skin, he had found himself so utterly flustered by the situation and all that has left him that he looks to you with large eyes and quivering lips as he found his eyes struggling to stay on your doe like ones. 
The way they pierced him, he found himself bounded to chair beneath him with his knees buckling and his fingers digging into the cushion as his neck began to ache from turning to stare at you for so long. 
The music had pulled on his ears, a pinkness beginning as he finds this moment becoming more and more confined by all that surrounded him. Whether it was the candles that brought a new light to your features, or the music so low, or even the way he found your arms so close to his that made both your hearts skip a beat. 
Breath hitching as you both found yourself opening your mouth to get much needed oxygen, so entranced by this moment to forget breathing in your nose. Wanderer found himself matching your breathing pattern, he had no need to breath in all his years of living and yet the moment he’s alone with ou he feels his throat closing up with the closeness of one another.
The room was spinning, the sound of music was cradling the two of you in this moment as it conducted the thoughts that came through both your minds whilst staring into each other's eyes. It felt as if there was something coming, a warmness that the Wanderer hadn’t known the name of as his eyes darted to your parted lips as he followed your breathing. 
You had found yourself looking down at his lips as well, soon finding yourself lost in the moment alongside him, you leaned in with a string brining you over to the puppet as he hadn’t taken the time your lips getting closer to his as all he could do was try to breath alongside you.
To feel what you felt in that moment was to align himself with you perfectly. 
As you brought them closer all Wanderer could do was began to keep the cushion in grasps, almost tearing it apart like a kitten, he found his lips quivering as he felt your breath against them causing him to feel an overwhelming number of emotions. The way they had begun to swirl throughout his body and pull his body one towards the other had caused his mind to spiral. 
“...erer!” 
The puppet’s eyes closed, he finds the back of his head and neck ache with the harshness of your wooden flooring clashing against him, there was something that had caused his face to become engulfed into a redness as he finds himself slowly bringing himself up with his left arm supporting his leaning and his right being brought up to his face before being met with you knelt beside him.
“Wanderer! Are you okay?” 
Your tone filled with worry as you looked to him with fret filling your eyes, Wanderer finds himself a bit embarrassed by all that his happened, a bit being an understatement as he finds himself looking the other way to avoid your eyes. “Of course, I am.” The puppet slowly stood, “Be careful, you took a hard fall.” You insisted whilst you reached for his hat, getting up alongside him as you handed it towards him. 
“Do you need an icepack? Is your head okay?” You questioned him with care in your tone, worriedness as if you had struck him when he inflicted this on himself, he couldn’t handle such a tone. You were so considerate as you kept apologizing before pushing his hat to him and going to get some ice for him.
Wanderer wondered if you’d still feel this way if you found out he was a puppet.
You came back with a clear bag of ice and handed it off to him as your eyes filled with fear of it all. “I think I should be heading off now.” The words that shot from his mouth he wanted to take back, as he found your heart shattering in your eyes. The look on your face, no matter how hard you tried to hide it, had called for execution and torture beyond inhuman. 
It was what he believed he deserved for lying to you about wanting to leave.
“I think that’s our time, Wanderer.” The way you spoke with an ease when departing had lacerated all his yearns for profession to you, like a God, he’d fall to his knees and hold your legs begging for more time with you. The wanderer finds the time with you short, while he would say a couple more minutes, his mind would loop with the pleadings of years to be spent alongside you. 
However, today he would collect his things, “It seems so.” The detached tone that shielded all the ache of leaving you for the night. Something beat against you in your chest as you so desperately wanted him to stay alongside you. Yet, you bid him farewell, thanking him and apologizing about “Having the wrong idea.” 
Wanderer shook his head, “There is no need for you to apologize.” The puppet was glad for the darkness out, you could not witness the blush of his embarrassment from not being able to handle a simple kiss from you. “I apologize if I gave you the wrong idea of what I wanted from you.” You shake your head, “You did nothing wrong, Wanderer.” 
You both stand there, the warmness of your heart aches to bring him back in and Wanderer yearns to be in the light you had blessed him with. You both stand there however, looking at one another for a moment only for you to speak, “Safe travels.” You tried to hide the want whilst Wanderer tried to hide his desire, “Thank you. You as well.”
You close your door and Wanderer finds himself walking away, once a safe enough distance from your home he begins to curse himself.  “You imbecile! You couldn’t handle someone kissing you!? Embarrassing yourself like a child wetting themselves!” There are more curses that come from him, until he arrives at his quarters and launches himself into his bed. Letting out a loud groan there is only one more thing left for him to call out. 
“You as well !?” 
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You Hated Me, but I'm Crazy for You
Scaramouche x Fem!Reader
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A/N : Okay so, my teacher decided to give a group assignment where we make dramas. I got assigned by my group to make a script for a drama. The script was about two students being academic rivals, they are supposed to be friends in the end but my GOODNESS I just can't unsee the romantic tension between the two characters. It's TOO GOOD to pass so I decided to make this one-shot. ISTG I've never grabbed my laptop to make a fanfiction THIS FAST in my life, I'm literally still in class as we speak.
DISCLAIMER(S) : Academic rivals, enemies to lovers, modern AU, high school AU, both Scaramouche and Reader are 18 years old (junior to senior year in high school), curse words,  angst(?), reader absolutely hates Scaramouche but he is CRAZY for her, this mf is a SIMP for the reader, the reader having VERY strict parents. If it’s ooc I am so sorry. I might make part 2, I don’t know. I feel like this is a little bit too short.
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You didn’t know what happened, you didn’t know how it happened. You had a perfect life, perfect grades, teachers loved you, guaranteed a bright future ahead. Your families are proud, your parents approved you for being the perfect, straight A’s girl they wanted you to be. It was all going very well, but then… he had to show up in your life.
“H-Huh?....” You stared at your report card, terrified. Your rank says “2nd”. You keep opening and closing your report card, asking your friends if you’re not imagining things. You got 2nd…. for the first time in your life.
“Haha… that scared expression on your face, what a sight to see.” That boy walked past your desk, with a proud smirk on his face.
Scaramouche… a boy your age, slightly taller than you, those soft looking indigo hair annoys you, those stupidly beautiful eyes of his keep piercing you through your soul. You hate him, every single atom of his existence. Ever since entering the Akademiya, he keeps bugging you, annoying you to hell. Scoring higher than you by the slightest, he would rub it in your face.
It’s worse when he keeps beating you on reaching the 1st rank every single semester. You became a disappointment for your parents, they keep putting you under pressure. The only time you managed to reach 1st rank was in the first semester of 11th grade. You were so happy, you proudly rubbed it in his face, telling every single one of your friends that you beat him. But of course, your parents’ reaction was nothing other than a disappointing hum.
You stayed up late night after night, studying 24/7 just to beat his ass. Only for him to reach the 1st rank again in the second semester. The smug expression on his face when he looked at you with a mocking grin, you just wanna slap his face in front of everyone right then and there. Once again, your parents are disappointed in you. Putting you in a house arrest, not allowing you to spend your summer out with your friends. Making you stay at home, just study, study, and study.
You feel trapped, you just want to be free. You don’t know why he has to exist, why he has to be in your way. Your life was perfect, you had everything. He doesn’t even look like he’s trying! He just sits there, looking as lazy as a sloth, yet he keeps beating you on every single exam being thrown at you. The only thing you wanted was to survive highschool smoothly. Because once you’re in college, you’re free from your parents.
The pressure got worse in 12th grade, your senior year. The pressure from your parents became worse. Once again, he got 1st rank. As you stare at your report card with a devastated expression, Scaramouche approaches you and leans slightly closer to peek from your shoulder. He let out a chuckle when he saw your scores on your card, you turned your head to look at him with a glare. He just flashes his annoying smirk at you then walks off.
Later that noon, you see him just sitting in the empty classroom. You didn’t even care what he was doing when it’s currently after school hours. You barged into the empty classroom to approach him with anger, you grabbed his collar and pulled him up to your eye level. “You motherfucker! You think you’re better than me?! For my whole life, you’ve been torturing me. What is your fucking problem?!”
Scaramouche just looks up at you with a calm expression, a small smirk appears on his lips. Yet he refuses to say anything, which makes your blood boil even more. “I swear to the Archons above, I will kick your ass one day… you bitch!” He just let out a mocking laugh, a grin appeared on his face. “You’re so pathetic… It’s so easy to rile you up, it’s almost like you’re so obsessed with me, darling~” You had to hold yourself from punching him because of that mocking tone in his voice.
You both stayed at that position for a while, he looked so amused while you look like you would and will kill him. After a few seconds, you threw him back at the seat and just walked away. As much as you wanted to send him to the infirmary, you told yourself that it’s not worth it. What you didn’t know was the fact that Scaramouche’s heart beat faster when left. A blush spread on his cheeks, a hand covering his lower face. “Oh fuck…” He whispered to himself.
If riling you up would mean for him to see you snap at him, he would gladly do it for the rest of his high school year.
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Made by @oceanisty on 27/03/2024. Dividers by benkeibears Navigation Genshin Masterlist
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Wanderer / Scaramouche
A masterlist specially handcrafted for him <3
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(note: links that are marked in blue are specifically about Wanderer and links marked in purple are specifically about Scaramouche. the unmarked links do not refer to a specific persona of his and can be read as either.)
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"I'm just here to pay my dues after what you've done for me. But what about you? Shouldn't you come up with some excuse for our meetings?"
Give me back my body! - afab!reader, fluff, sfw
Just like snow white - gn!reader, angst, sfw
Spooky Scary Ahh - sfw, gn!reader, fluff
Please, come in! - gn!reader, platonic
Yes, I'm crazy. Just for you <3 - sfw, gn!reader, fluff, 50 followers special
They call it "Puppy Love" - sfw, gn!reader, fluff (?)
It's your special day. - sfw, fem!reader, angst w/ comfort, Kuni's birthday special <3
My Prized Possession. - sfw, fem!reader, fluff
1:11am - sfw, gn!reader, fluff
A playful afternoon - sfw, gn!reader, fluff (request)
modern!Wanderer hcs - sfw, fem!reader (can be read as gn), fluff (request)
Beautiful on paper - sfw, gn!reader, fluff (request)
Loving Kisses - sfw, gn!reader, fluff (request)
Motherly Nature - sfw, fem!reader, fluff (request)
Flashing memories - sfw, fem!kitsune!reader, angst (request)
A new resident - sfw, gn!reader, fluff (request)
Real Eyes Realize - sfw, fem!reader, fluff (request)
"Boyfriend Effect" - sfw, m!reader, fluff + comfort (request)
In sickness and in health — sfw, gn!reader, fluff & mild angst + comfort, 250 follower special <3
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GENERAL MASTERLIST | INFO
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mutievv · 2 days
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one day I'll stop constantly disappearing for a few weeks and coming back with scara in skirt
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Wanderer's Birthday on 3rd January and On 3 January 1868, dissident samurai and court nobles took control of Japan's imperial palace in Kyoto and announced that the shogun's government had been abolished and authority restored to the emperor(taken from here). So Wanderer's birthday is on the day the Shogun rule ended. Huh.
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We just concluded the 168th loop. Did you know that, in the effort to create you the people of Sumeru were forced to live through the exact same number of Sabzeruz Festivals and samsara cycles?
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