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odoraful · 1 month

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Domestic Bliss

characters: diluc, wanderer, childe content: sfw, modern au, established relationship, fluff !! a/n: i was scouring pinterest looking the most fitting inspo rooms for each of them hehe

Diluc

Your shared home is an old-fashioned but charming house with a tiled roof and a brick archway leading to the entrance of the door. Diluc has a good eye for style — all the furniture pieces you select together are warm and elegant, perfectly matching with the vintage style home.

He’s a bit of a craftsman, and when you moved in he custom built bookshelves just for you. Your house has traces of Diluc’s handiwork: a wooden tissue box cover, tile coasters, a ceramic chess set.

Being a peak acts of service man, if he notices that there’s something inconveniencing you that can be mended, he’ll try to find a way to fix it. That wooden chair that wobbled yesterday when you sat down on it? The next day, it’s miraculously levelled. Always struggling to find your keys before you leave the house? There are now little hooks on the wall where you can easily hang them. He doesn’t make a huge show of it, but you’ll always kiss him on the cheek and say that you should repay him with something.

“There’s no need. Seeing you happy is more than enough for me.” He replies, running a hand through his hair, the tips of his ears turning red.

The house is IMPECCABLY cleaned — the chores are shared out between the two of you, and the both of you work like a well-oiled machine. He’ll insist that you shouldn’t carry anything too heavy though! He doesn’t want you to hurt yourself :(

One of the things that Diluc wouldn’t ever trade is getting the chance to cuddle with you in the evening on the couch. He’ll let you play with his hair and try out different styles, comforted by the feeling of your fingers running through it.

Sometimes, he’ll come home late from work tired and perhaps a bit grumpy, but the sight of you will change his mood completely.

At the sound of jangling keys and the front door creaking shut, you rush out of the bathroom and down the stairs.

“(Y/N), I’m home!” You hear Diluc’s voice call out to you.

The day had felt far too long for him, and with far too many headaches for him to deal with. The only thing that he looked forward to at the end of it all was to see you again.

Hearing the patter of your slippers, he looks up. It takes everything within him to keep composed at your appearance. Having just gotten out of a hot shower, your cheeks were tinted pink, hair still damp and slicked. Diluc’s eyes trailed to your clothes, a matching pair of flannel shirt and shorts. He loosens his tie, suddenly finding his breath stuck in his throat. It baffled him how gorgeous you were even in pyjamas.

Wordlessly, he reaches towards you. You look down at his hands and see as they fasten the remaining top two buttons of your sleeping shirt. In your hurry to greet him at the door, you forgot to dress properly.

“I can’t believe I missed that...” You sheepishly say, observing his hands as they linger on your shirt. Your senses told you something was off. “Did you have troubles at work today?”

The worry in your eyes melts his heart. Of course you were the one to peer through him and know exactly how he was feeling.

“A few clientele at the bar today were-” He sighs, still fidgeting with the fabric of your shirt, recalling the events of the day, “-difficult to manage to say the least.” He lifts his head to meet his gaze. “You have no idea how glad I am to see you.”

Your arms instinctually wrap around him and he collapses into them. Tightening your embrace, he rests his head on your shoulder.

“Diluc, I just took a shower.” You say with a light giggle, trying to pull your hair away from his face.

He feels your breath close to his ear and he wishes he could have recorded that laugh for himself to hear it over and over again.

“I could tell.” He breathes deeply. “Is this a new shampoo?”

“Well yes, but what I meant from that is that my hair is still wet!”

You feel him smile against you. “It doesn’t bother me. Just a few more seconds, please. I need to recharge.”

Wanderer

You share an apartment together since you travel to and from the same university. Although you’re studying different degrees and have different schedules, you’ll both make an effort to spend time together at home during the weekdays.

You and Wanderer leave little notes cheering each other on and stick them to the walls or the fridge before you leave, or sneak them into pencil cases or onto laptop screens. He has a small box on his desk where he collects all your notes, neatly folding them up to preserve them.

Wanderer enjoys having the home quite minimalist. Just the essentials will do, but the two of you do splurge a bit more on your study space — the comfiest chairs, wide desks, tactile keyboards — anything to liven up having to do assignments all the time.

When you’re feeling too tired or distracted from your own studies, you’ll walk over to his desk and try to sit on his lap while he works. He’ll attempt to exert some self-control and reject your wishes, but eventually gives in after seeing your pout.

“Just because you’re distracted doesn’t give you any right to bother me.” He grumbles, resting his chin on your head.

He warns you that if you do decide to put plants in the house, you are responsible for them. Little do you know that he’s secretly also invested in their health. On mornings when you’re in a rush and forget to water them, he’ll spritz them with your spray bottle thinking to himself: If you died (Y/N) would be devastated, so don’t even think about it.

His favourite room is the bedroom. It’s a place for both of you to escape the stresses of being a student and relax together.

The alarm clock beeps and you wiggle in bed, reaching over a hand to quickly silence it. Bright sun filters in through the curtains, its light diffusing into the room.

You force your eyes open and sit up, your body bent over like a crooked branch. Movement beside you pulls your attention as Wanderer shifts in his sleep. You can’t deny how pretty he looks even at rest. His long lashes fanned out under closed eyes, the steady rise and fall of his chest with each deep breath. His expression is that of pure peace. You know that’ll soon disappear when you both need to properly wake up and prepare for classes.

“Hey, it’s time to wake up,” you whisper, carefully coaxing him from slumber.

Wanderer opens his bleary eyes ever so slightly, then immediately closes them. He mumbles something of refusal. You roll your eyes in resignation. When it comes to sleep, he acts like a child sometimes. You turn to get out of bed.

Two arms wrap around your waist and yank you back. You stumble into the sheets with a yelp. Wanderer adjusts the blanket over you and pulls you closer to him with one hand.

“Not yet.” His voice is low and scratchy, his words slurred. “Want more time in bed… with you.”

You sigh softly, absentmindedly running a hand through his hair to detangle it. “You do this almost every morning. You’re never going to attend your lectures on time.”

He replies by nuzzling into your neck, and you hear nothing but his slow breaths. His peers would have sooner called identity fraud than believe the stony and scholarly Wanderer to be this clingy and affectionate in the morning. However, in the privacy of just you, it’s become easy for him to let down his guard.

“Don’t try to get out of this by pretending to be asleep.” You say, deadpan.

There’s a stutter in his breathing as you catch his obvious charade.

“Stop worrying. I’ll just watch the recording.” He finally responds.

You realise in a fluster just how close your faces are, barely inches apart. As if sensing this, Wanderer opens his eyes once again, this time there’s a glint of mischief in them.

He taps his forehead lightly against your own. “And besides, why would I want to spend my mornings in a noisy lecture hall when I can be with you in peace and quiet?”

Childe

You’ve been living together for a while now, and your home has transformed into what can only be described as organised chaos.

If Childe kept up with his interior designing eagerness, it would have been complete maximalism, but you were there to contain his excitement and still ensure your home was still practical.

The two of you love collecting pillows, plushies and blankets, which adds even more to the cosiness! However, one day you tried to sit down on the couch and realised it was more pillows than actual seat space. In a fit of laughter, you and Childe ruled that you would rotate between different cushions every so often so you could get your couch back.

Childe will still come home with flowers or sweets (sometimes both) as gifts for you on random nights. He’ll stand on the doorstep looking like a lovesick teenage boy asking his crush out on a date. Taking them from his hands, you’ll ask what the occasion is.

“Well, there isn’t a particular occasion.” He kisses you on the forehead. “Celebrating you should be an everyday thing.”

Board game nights are taken very seriously. You have a bookshelf filled with different types of them. Whether it’s a classic game of UNO or Jenga, or something a little more strategic, he's always hyper-competitive. You also have special punishments for if one of you loses, which are harmless but maybe a little embarrassing (One of his favourite punishments for you is ‘For the entire day tomorrow, Childe will only call (Y/N) by the cheesiest pet names’).

MASSIVE kitchen since he loves to cook. He keeps a book of recipes from his mum and has since added new ones of his own that he has shared with you.

“Could you come over here, baby?”

You follow your partner’s voice and the scent of something freshly baked into the kitchen.

Childe is standing behind the counter, his face in deep focus. He takes one of an array of heart-shaped biscuits and dips half of it in a bowl of chocolate before placing it on a lined baking sheet. The sleeves of his dress shirt are rolled up, exposing his forearms. His muscular build is sharply juxtaposed by the cream-coloured apron tied around himself, which has a little teddy bear embroidered in its centre.

You approach the kitchen bench, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Are they ready yet? Can I try one?” You eagerly ask.

“Not quite, I need help dipping the rest of these into chocolate.” He stretches his arms out in front of him, shaking the tension out of them.

“That being said,” he grins, extending a hand towards you across the kitchen bench as an offer, “would you do me the honour of being my baking assistant for a little?”

Chuckling at his dramatics, you delicately place your hand in his like royalty. “I’d be delighted to help.”

Childe guides you to his side and helps you put on your apron. As he ties the strings together, he relays the instructions to you.

“You just need to dip half of the biscuit into chocolate, and then add some sprinkles on top before it sets.” He tightens the bow around your waist to secure it.

How hard could that be? You think, nodding along to his words.

Demoing an example, Childe deftly coats half of the biscuit. Angling it just right, the chocolate drips off and evens itself out, leaving a perfect covered half. After placing it on the tray and adding the finishing touch of sprinkles, he gestures for you to try it yourself.

You confidently take one biscuit and dunk it.

“Ah!”

Underestimating its consistency, when you lift the biscuit, the chocolate slowly spreads onto the other half of the heart and drips onto your fingers. You quickly place it onto the baking sheet. Childe stifles his laugh, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

“My one looks so much worse compared to yours…” you mutter, licking your fingers to remove the evidence of your unsuccessful attempt.

Seeing the frown on your face, he gently bumps your shoulder with his own in encouragement. “Don’t say that! I think your one has a lot more charm.” He says, adding the sprinkles onto your heart. “I’ll run some extra baking classes with you to build up your skills, how does that sound?”

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prttykittes · 4 months

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This is so cute, tbh if I ever have sex I would probably not like it as well tbh (⁠=⁠｀⁠ェ⁠´⁠=⁠)

(Request: Wanderer awkwardly trying to praise because reader doesn't like degradation!! Eee atleast he's trying << by Ashr0)

cw. awkward moments, he is trying his best, praise, gn!reader, giggling, soft sex, cringe words

notes: I had a dream about scara or wanderer or kabukimono. I forgot when he was wearing a chain around his neck and someone was holding it and they made out but I woke up before their lips touched. I was confused afterwards @-@

He was awkwardly smiling, you were moaning, he was happy about it but he didn't know how to praise you. He just remembers degrading people, not praising them! Your arms were wrapped around his neck, his lips were on your neck. Placing sweet wet kisses on you, he was trying to be gentle with you. “You-your so good” he says, you softly giggle at his praise, you grunt as his dick hits a spot inside of you. “Yo- baby, you so g..ood.?” You laugh as his face goes red, and he huffs. “Sorry, your doing great, baby~” you say, he grits his teeth as he continues to fuck you. He rubs your stomach and he groans, feeling you tighten your hole then being loose while. He holds you close as he kisses your neck, nibbling on it. “Fuck— I w-want to fi..ll you up, because… you feel so good..?” He says, you kiss your boyfriend on his lips, Wanderer. You laugh, your laughter turns into moaning as he tries his best. He knew that you don't like degradation, he was so sweet. His dick twitches in you, he cums. You moan as you cum as well, he pulls out and he takes off the condom. “You're so sweet” you say, he kisses you. “You’re also sweet, babe.” He definitely needs some work but it’s sweet he is trying and it's kinda funny!

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scarafvcker · 4 months

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synopsis: scaramouche gives you the best birthday present of all (i.e. he wakes you up by tongue fucking)

cw: somnophilia, cunnilingus, fingering, afab!reader

word count: 1300+

a/n: happy birthday, my love 💜

scaramouche pushed open the door to your shared bedroom, seeing your sleeping figure splayed out atop of the sheets—too exhausted to crawl under them and make yourself all nice and cozy. he let out an amused sigh, a smirk creeping up onto his lips as he creeps over to your side of the bed. you were laying on your back with a tiny sliver of your midriff peeking out from your rolled up shirt and his eyes trailed up and down your entire body. the bed dipped under his weight and you were too asleep to notice his hands creeping under your shirt, his fingers ghosting over your skin while venturing up your waist and over your ribs.

“beautiful,” he whispers to himself, admiring your sleeping face while his thumb grazes over your rib before the rest of his fingers slide up and around the soft flesh of your chest. kneading your tit, he lets out a content sigh and the bed shifted further under his weight as he leaned closer to your sleeping body. his thumb rubbed back and forth against your hardening nipple while his free hand gently guided your shirt up and over your chest, revealing your tits to his greedy gaze. the room was shrouded in darkness and the only source of light was the red numbers on the digital clock sitting atop your nightstand which was just barely enough for him to see your unconscious body through the dark.

your chest rose and fell with each breath you took and scaramouche found himself leaning even closer to you until his face hovered right above your tits. pressing a light kiss onto one of your nipples, he moved his free hand up and down your body—from your neck to your stomach to your thighs and back up to your other boob. he flicked the tip of his tongue against your left nipple a few times before closing his lips around it, shutting his eyes and sucking gently. with his lips suctioned onto your areola and his tongue swirling around your nipple, he guided a hand down your side, his finger trailing over your ribs and following the dip of your waist all the way down to your hip and then your thigh.

he pulled his head back, your nipple falling out from his mouth with a lewd pop as he looked over your unconscious figure once more. he glanced over at the clock just in time to witness it strike midnight, smirking to himself as his fingers hook into the waistband of your pants. “happy birthday, my love,” he whispered to himself, bringing his lips back to your skin. he peppers gentle kisses down your stomach while slowly guiding your pants off, his lips getting lower and lower until they meet the skin right above the hem of your underwear.

he tossed your pants over his shoulder, discarding them into a forgotten corner of your dark room before your underwear followed suit. the bed shifted one last time as he laid himself onto his stomach, positioning your legs over his shoulders. hands gripping at your thighs and lips dancing across your skin was not enough for you to wake, the actions only fueling the desire within your unconscious body. hands pulling apart your legs and lips suctioning light red marks onto your skin was not enough for you to wake, the actions only feeding the lust he had been holding back all day.

he smiled widely as he imagined your reaction when you woke up in the morning to find your inner thighs littered in deep purple hickeys, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your leg and pulling it away from his head. he lowers his face, letting out a brief string of cool air from his mouth and feeling the instinctual twitch of your body. his hands slid down from your thighs to hook over your hips, pulling you closer to his face with a quiet grunt.

he wanted to savour this—every single second of your subconscious signs of pleasure, every single second of teasing your unaware body. he wanted to savour this but damn.. your reactions—intentional or not, aware or not—made him want to give in to his greed. he scooted you closer once more, feeling the humid heat of your pussy just an inch away from his cheek as he presses another kiss onto the plush flesh of your inner thigh. this time, he scratches his teeth against your skin lightly, listening to the way your breath hitches at the action and he just can’t starve himself any longer.

he kisses you one more time, feeling your clit harden against his lips before sliding his tongue from your slickened hole up to your throbbing clit. he swallows with a deep hum before repeating the action. “happy birthday,” he whispers into your cunt, running the tip of his tongue over your clit and relishing in the way you squirm in your sleep.

he slides his hand down, rubbing his middle finger all over your vulva to spread your slick around. flattening his tongue as he presses it onto your clit, his middle finger slowly dips into the entrance of your hole before pulling back out. a quiet whine leaves your lips and the sound doesn’t go unnoticed by him—even asleep, you’re still a needy brat. he moves his head from side to side slowly, his tongue sliding against your clit in a gentle left-to-right movement while his middle finger continues to sit just outside of your twitching hole. his tongue slides down to dip into you, your cunt clenching around it which earns another groan from him.

quiet whimpers slip from your unknowing lips while his tongue thrashes around inside you. he quickly gathers as much of your juices before swallowing it all and moving back to your clit with a deepened lust. his finger slides into your pussy with ease, his tongue vibrating against your throbbing clit when he groaned at the feeling of you clenching and twitching. he grinds his hips against the bed, his cock painfully hard as he eats you out greedily. “fucking perfect,” he groans while his finger hooks upwards into that rigid spot inside you, earning a tight clench and a lewd slur of his name from you.

he knew your body like the back of his hand, finding your g-spot with ease and immediately sliding his ring finger in to stretch you out some more. he curled his fingers inside you, attacking your sweet spot with an increasing intensity while he shakes his head and uses the movement to lick your clit like a man starved. his free hand slid up to your stomach, pressing firmly on your lower belly to increase the pleasure even more.

you twitched awake under him with a loud moan, your vision blurry as you stared into the darkness of the room. your entire being was burning hot even with the cold night air and the realization of the situation made it even hotter.

scaramouche chuckled and his tongue vibrated against your sensitive clit with each word he spoke, “happy birthday, my love.” he repeatedly fucked his fingers into your sweet spot and wrapped his lips around your cunt, letting out guttural groans and grunts to match your lustful moans and whines. your trembling legs snapped shut around his head but he kept going, finally bringing you over the edge and leaving you a thrashing mess. your cunt squeezes his fingers tightly and you swear your heart stops for a second as the knot within you finally snaps. you cum all over his tongue and fingers with a loud moan, your body thrashing as he laps up and swallows every single drop. as your legs go limp on his shoulders he sits up on his knees, reaching down to slip his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts while he smirks at you.

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allfearstofallto · 1 month

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I love your portrayal of both fatui scara and wanderer! I think you've captured them both so well! And I'd love to see more of your shy wanderer!

If anyone ever asks, I prefer Scaramouche cause I like my men mean <3

Shy! Wanderer x Fem! Reader

"I don't understand why you brought me here," he grumbled. Always sounding so angry and rude with that voice, you'd think he was actually upset, if not for the way his cheeks were turning red. He tried to shoot you a glare, but what came out was only a cute little pout of his lips instead.

"I thought you liked tea?" You questioned back, mimicking his pout. You'd brought him to one of the many cafes in Sumeru, the type of place you heard he frequented, "Or did you just want to leave?"

When he saw you making an effort to get up and grab your belongings, he stopped you quickly by placing a cold, clammy hand over yours. He bashfully looked to the side, out the window and at nothing in particular, "There's no point in going anywhere if we just got here,"

You sat back down with a dramatic sigh, only pretending after all. His features looked so gorgeous in the light of the desert sunset, his eyes almost looking like they were glowing. You noticed that he hadn't let go of your hand yet, you assured him that you weren't leaving, yet he still held it. You let him, even giving him a reassuring squeeze that made his cheeks turn a painful shade of red.

"Why won't you just admit that you like being on a date with me?" You cooed playfully.

"This is not a date," he retorted back faster than you expected. But the blush on his face and the way he interlocked his fingers with yours said otherwise.

#mai<3 answers #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #wanderer imagines #genshin wanderer #wanderer #wanderer x you #genshin wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader

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stellar-skyy · 2 months

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WITH YOU— Wanderer x reader.

i. SUMMARY: Wanderer wakes up by his lover's side. ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: References to Wanderer's backstory. iii. NOTES: Fluff, established relationship, gn!reader, they/them pronouns used, 1.1k words. iv. A/N: Written for @ecrin-de-litterature's Kiss (don't tell) event! My matchup was @iceunhie!! Mhie!!! I hope you enjoy!! I'm sorry if this is ooc I am so unused to writing Wanderer ;-;

Every morning Wanderer wakes, he stares.

He can’t help it, truly. He’s always been an early riser, ever since he was a youth. Back then, when he rose from the pile of blankets on the floor he called a bed, it was always well before the other person occupying the house. The young boy—his brother, his family—was the opposite, and would rest until the sun slipped through the cracks under the door and right into his eyes. By then, Wanderer would have returned with a heaping of Lavender melons for breakfast, and they'd enjoy the morning together.

Even with the Fatui, who all woke before the crack of dawn to begin their duties, he was the first to get up. He was lucky enough to witness the horrors of the Knave before she’d drunk a cup of coffee, and the amusement of seeing sleep-deprived new recruits who hadn’t adjusted to the early schedule quite yet.

And now, when the place he lived was no longer empty, and he no longer needed to sleep lightly for fear of a knife to his throat, he still found himself waking with the sun.

The moment dawn began to break, he was already stirring. Within moments of blinking himself awake, he moves to seek out the warm presence by his side, pausing for a moment to watch them as they slept.

His eyes trace every inch of their face, until it was burned into his mind. Every detail; the slope of their nose, the delicate curl of their lashes, each mark on their skin. It would never fail to astound him, just how irrevocably human they were: from the veins tracing spiderwebs across their wrists to the slow thrum of their heartbeat.

He observes carefully, as each inhale of their breath brought their chest up and down. Their lips were just barely parted to let air through. He imagines them curling into that delightfully familiar smile, the one that sent shivers down his spine even after dozens upon dozens of times he’s witnessed it.

That smile could melt him, in a way no other human could. They were the exception to so many rules in his life, breaking past his resentment towards humanity and worming their way into where his heart would be, if he had one.

They were just so undeniably, disgustingly kind.

How else could he describe them, when they were the one to see him with all his sharp edges and still have enough patience to fall in love with him? What other words could he say, when they look upon him every day, knowing the horrors of his past and still having enough faith to believe he can become something good?

Kindness was a stranger to him. Cruel words, and ugly sneers were far more commonly thrown his way. They were a familiarity; a comfortable sort of pain, something easy to swallow.

That’s what no one tells you about being hated: eventually, it feels safe. Eventually there comes a point where you crave their fear, their disgust, like it’s the only thing keeping yourself whole. That’s when they say your name like it’s a curse, and you feel lucky to hear it at all.

‘Love’ is something else entirely. For the longest, love was a burden; love was what left you abandoned on the steps of the Shakkei Pavilion, or exiled from the only place you've ever called home.

But… he loved them. Gods, he loved them. And they loved him too, if the words they told him sleepily before they fell asleep were true. Love was terrifying; it was a feeling so human that he couldn’t possibly know how to handle it.

They began to shift in their sleep, face scrunching up minutely, before their eyes cracked open.

“You staring?” They say, their words slightly slurred with sleep.

Of course. “Of course not. I was just watching how you drool in your sleep. It looked so pathetic that I found myself in awe.”

“Mhm,” They yawn. “Tell me again how much you hate me.”

He hesitated, letting his mask crack for just a moment. “I don’t hate you.”

In terms of love confessions, it was pretty pathetic.

“Ever the romantic, aren’t you? I—” Another yawn cuts through whatever more they were going to say. They hum gently, shuffling closer to rest a head against his shoulder.

If he had a heart, it would be pounding. “Tch. Clingy, aren’t you?”

“I don’t see you pulling away.” They weren’t wrong. Absently, he moved to make himself more comfortable, sliding an arm around their waist and resting his chin on top of their head.

“I could hardly leave you alone, could I? Humans must truly be pitiful creatures, craving affection like they’d starve without it. What would you be without me?”

“Well, if I’m so pitiful, I might as well leave,” They huff, moving to detangle from the mess of sheets and limbs.

“No! Don’t go,” He blurts out, jolting forward to catch their wrist before they could move away. They blink at his sudden reaction, and he clears his throat awkwardly. “Not yet.”

“Okay,” they say easily, settling back into the bed. This time, Wanderer foregoes the aloofness and moves straight to lay his head on their chest with one ear pressed to where their heart beats.

“Okay. I won’t leave yet.”

That was what he was told, so many times. Every time in the past he heard it—from his mother, his friend, his brother—it was always a lie, but somehow, somehow he believed them when they said it.

“Don’t go…” He murmurs lowly, soft enough that they can barely catch it.

“I won’t,” they say into his hair, soft as a whisper. “I love you.”

I love you. The words were on the edge of his tongue, so close he could taste their sweetness. They were always there, lingering in the back of his throat like something he could never quite swallow down. They were the background of every moment he spent with them, day and night. They were the aftertaste of the dinner he cooked for them, they were the shape of the stitches he used when he mended their clothing; in every action he takes, three words he can’t bring himself to say.

“You don’t have to tell me you love me back,” They kiss the crown of his head. “I already know.”

But one day he’s going to say it back to them.

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yourlocalstranger123 · 11 months

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Part 3 of various scaramouche versions!

Part 1 Part 2 part 3

Separate, 2 versions of them being not isekaied to a universe of multiple versions of himself together, and short as him but at the same time, big as his hat. [From a video(s) I saw: imagine him trying to get through the door but his hat is to wide to even fit. Or when in the meeting, the only thing you can see is him tippie toeing and his hat as he glares into your soul. Or even if he sounds like mickey mouse, "I will make you sleep with the fishes!"]

Characters: Kunikuzushi[kuni], Kabukimono, scaramouche, wanderer.

Warning!: NSFW, slight angst? Dom! Reader. [Idk if I should put AFAB or AMAB for him, but I'll just do both]

When he didn't get isekai into a universe of every version of himself: Kuni, he hadn't ever met you. He always heard people talk about you and imagined what you would be like. He slowly fell in love without even knowing it and kept daydreaming all day long about you.

One day, he had wet dreams about you. Touching him every inch of his body, holding him and saying praises. He woke up and had a really strange feeling down there but ignored it.

When he did get isekai: Kuni had finally met you! You are so much better in person then he ever imagined! He was cunfused about the feeling inside his chest but didn't mind since it felt nice. Oh how he loved your touch. He loved how you make sure to keep him safe and out of trouble even if he doesn't know what it means.

Rubbing his thighs together, trying to create friction as he watched you peacefully asleep. He didn't know what was happening but as always, he chose to ingore it. He didn't want you to think he wasn't perfect! He promises he's a perfect! He's not broken at all! He never asked you about it, but don't worry, he'll know about it soon or later... "hnngh-!....it feels weird..! *hic*" sobbing as he whined, riding your thigh. You pity him so you decided to give him a little mercy by palming his small bulge/rubbing circles on his clit and allow him to rut onto it. "AhhH~! [Name], th- this feels new- HnghH!" His head thrown back as he came. Making a mess that you'll have to clean later.

When he didn't get isekai into a universe of every version of himself: Kabukimono was lost, wandering in the woods until he met you! You were so kind, giving him a place called home. You'd teach him how to do chores and cook, protect him from all the bad people, and even give him a goodnight kiss! He didn't know why he reacted in a way where his cheeks goes red, his 'heart' beating, his mind all about you and fuzzy, and his body feels warm. But it's even warmer...down there..he didn't know why :( are you gonna be mad at him for not being good enough? Perfect enough?

Kabukimono falling onto the bed. Trying to figure out what's going on. He smells your scent on the pillow, trying to hug it, accidentally rubbing friction on his little bulge. Making him freeze. He tried doing the same action, rutting into your pillow. He cried as it felt to intense, and stopped. Edging himself without knowing it. You can see drool driping down his chin, tears going over dry ones. His mind feels hazy and fuzzy as his sight goes blurry as he dreamed about you.

When he did get isekai: he was so cunfused, why were there multiple clones of him with you?! Are you trying to replace him :( please don't leave him! He'll promise he will do better! He kept silent as he doesn't know what to say as he clings onto you with kuni doing it too.

He nearly forgot about the pleasure last time, until he rubbed his cock/clit near the edge of the cabinet, he stopped. He tried doing it again, continuing but this time he didn't stop, the climax hit hard. Making his eyes roll up into his skull, he fell onto the floor with hearts in his eyes and a dumb smile.

"[Name]! It feels like I'm about to ahH~, explode!" He whined, tears threatening to fall down. Soothing him by rubbing his back and giving praises that he's such a good boy and doing a good job. Soon, he came with a silent scream. He passed out on your lap as he snuggles on your shoulder.

// [I feel like he would say that since ahem....he doesn't know]

When he didn't get isekai into a universe of every version of himself: Scaramouche. He didn't know who you are, what you are but he didn't care. Until he felt like a familiar presence was there with him. He send it off as him being paranoid, but he always feels your presence. He was concerned at first but calmed down when he felt warmth and comfort from it. It actually....made him fall asleep. Seems like he's dreaming. 'Who's that?' He wonders as he sees the person near the cliff, sitting. He went closer until you turned around making him flinch. It...was..you? He finally remembers, there was a time where he didn't get a betrayal. He just....disappeared. he doesn't remember why or how. But....he misses you. He woke up as he touched his face. In many years, he was crying. Maybe later, when he becomes a God, he'll find you and make you his. He will never let you leave him, or let you go. Never again.

He had another dream of you. He wonders what's its gonna be like. He froze when you hold his hand and kissed him. You asked him for permission. He opened his mouth for access, letting you explore his mouth. His knees felt weak at that point until he woke up....with a boner/an aching feeling down there.

When he did get isekai: he was so fucking cunfused. Like where the fuck is he and why is there people that looks like him? When he finally understood the situation, he didn't care....well at least the burning fury when Wanderer puts up his middle finger without you looking as he hugged you. It's not like he's jealous! Impossible, your his anyways. Will and forever be. It's not like he wants your touch too....

He put out his frustration by thinking about you....wait what?! tch, no way he's in love with you. It's not like he's fingering himself and masterbating by the thought of you! [It can go both ways for both genders or any] "hnNghH~! Y- you pervert! I will— ahhH~" He's stumbling on his words, trying to not focus how good ur fucking him. Sending false threats as his mind get fuzzy. He's gripping the sheets underneath him, trying to not whine when you stopped kissing him... you've been edging him for hours! Begging you to let him cum as he tried getting closer to your touch. Hm....maybe you'll let him or maybe he can endure few more ♥︎

When he didn't get isekai into a universe of every version of himself: wanderer. He kept having dreams about you, didn't know why. He asked nahida about it, but seems like she only has information that your real and alive. That's all. He was cunfused. Aren't you dead already? [If you are he'll search everywhere to find your body and cradle it for eternity] even though he seems like he didn't care if you were alive or dead, deep inside, he was so...happy

He's dreaming about you again....he wonders what's different in this one. You pin him down softly, surprising him as he gasps and maybe even yelped. He felt your hands slithering under his shirt as he turned away, covering his mouth to not let unwanted noises come out. Ah...the dream ended. He was so glad today was the day he's left alone or he would've had some problems explaining why he has a boner/ why he's wet.

When he did get isekai: he would spend all of his time with you, also trying to protect you if any means of danger comes by. He would try to act as if he isn't clingy like kuni and Kabukimono. But he'll pout and glances at you every chance he gets. [He was very obvious]

He twitched, but ignoring the aching pain. He simply hugged you from the back and inhaled your scent. You thought it was wholesome and cute, although the humping wasn't un-noticed by you. "Wanna cum....please.." he squirmed as he felt your hands slithering around his waist, touching everywhere of his body. He was twitching/aching for the excitement of what you were gonna do. "Just...fuck me already!" Yeah...he should've not said that...

"NooOo more..~!", "too faaAst~!", "Please! I'm sensitive- hngh!" Oh well, he can handle being overstimulated and have wobbly legs the next day. Or even not walking.

At the end of the day, they're all sluts only for you. And will be only yours.

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jukednuked · 8 months

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ROOMMATE! WANDERER having to put up with you after Nahida made him share his peaceful home, said it'll help him live in the human world

ROOMMATE! WANDERER reconsidering his life choices whenever you talk to him about the most irrelevant things. he could've been a god by now... and here he is, unwillingly listening to why sunsettias are 'goated'

ROOMMATE! WANDERER coming home to find you making him a cup of tea, it would've been a nice gesture if you didn't accidentally pour salt into it, thinking that it was sugar to piss him off because he doesn't like sweet things. how do you fail a job twice?

ROOMMATE! WANDERER getting soothed by you after he had a nightmare involving his past. it felt kind of nice, just sitting in silence and having you softly stroking his knuckles with your thumb. he'll never admit that to anyone though

ROOMMATE! WANDERER 'inconveniently' finding more reasons to see you. oh, his hat is lost? you're the first suspect. he needs some extra pages for his thesis? won't you be nice and share? you feel sick? he can stay at home today and tend to you, it's just that he doesn't trust you with a fever (fake, liar liar pants on fire)

ROOMMATE! WANDERER going out with you more frequently, whether you have errands to run or just some grocery shopping. he says he just has free time and knows how clumsy you get so he'll help. (he got a scolding from Nahida for skipping classes but you dont have to know that)

ROOMMATE! WANDERER having a hard time to fall asleep after letting his thoughts wander for too long. not knowing what to do, he silently carried you to his bed and held onto your sleeping figure tightly for some reassurance. he'll just tell you in the morning that you were scared and crept into his bed in the middle of the night but you just forgot

ROOMMATE! WANDERER becoming your best friend. it was not difficult to see that the both of you were inseparable, many could find you both in the Akademiya laughing at scholars who were too late to turn in their theses, or in Lambad's tavern eating lunch and bullying eachother affectionately

ROOMMATE! WANDERER getting asked by Nahida how it is to live with another person. his answer was very vague, just a 'its okay' and 'tolerable' thrown here and there. no way he'll admit to anyone that agreeing to this might have been the best decision in his life

A/N: WHY IS IT SO LONG😧 i blame wanderer fixation also had this cute idea for a fic of wanderer BUT IM SO BAD AT WRITING FICS. ONLY HEADCANONS

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yourangel137 · 11 months

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Imagine domming Wanderer and calling him a brat

Well.. I have no words on why I made this but I'm also not complaining <3 enjoy!

Pair: Wanderer X GN!reader

Genre: NSFW

Warnings: Blowjob

Word count: 310

Summary: Just you,, sucking off your bratty boy <3

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It’s the way his body jerks up while you’re sucking him off that makes you more and more excited. The way he lets out needy moans and the way he whines when he doesn’t get what he wants to have so badly. The way he lets out a frustrated groan once you deny his orgasm again, the way he demands you to suck harder while he knows damn well you’re in charge and he wouldn’t be able to change that up. It feels so nice, so powerful to have him whimper below you.

The way his hand grips onto your hair almost desperately, whining out your name while his cock twitches once again. Despite the fact he’s not begging for a release, his cock is doing so on his behalf. You release the tip from your mouth and smirk at him, the way his cheeks are glowing red and his eyes show the slightest bit of tears makes you so excited to tease him more, to break him more. “Why did you fucking stop again?! Finish already! Fuck!”

“Oh? My brat can speak again? Last time I heard you, only moans and whines left your lips. You wanna cum? Beg for it.”

His eyebrows furrow, frustration clearly shown on his face while his cheeks keep that pretty red colour on them. The hand in your hair tightens its grip yet he couldn’t do anything else with it. “Please....” He eventually tells you, almost too quiet to hear. “Hm? What did you say? I didn’t fully hear you.”

“Fucking hell! Make me cum, please!”

You chuckle, knowing damn well he’s wrapped around your finger, “That’s better~”. You wrap your lips around his cock again and continue sucking him off like before, not missing out on the long moan he lets out once he finally is allowed to release inside your mouth.

Hope you enjoyed <3

Much love,

Angel

Posted on: 23-05-2023

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genshin-obsessed · 10 months

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Him As a Fake Boyfriend | Genshin Impact

✧ So, my inspiration is from a movie, there are so many like these and they're always fun to me, sooooo I wrote about it! I hope you like it! The "plot" is generic, don't mind me. Also, usually I'll have a template for consistency but I didn't really come up with one here- sorry, I just really wanted to write it lol.

✧ Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Thoma, Wanderer, Tighnari, Kaveh

✧ Extra: As per usual, (w/n) stands for wanderer's name in the event you wanna use the one you chose

Your sister is getting married, so of course you would be attending. The problem was... your ex was going to be there as well. As much as you disliked them, you had to attend. You had already lied a few times to your family that you did, indeed, have a boyfriend and planned a whole breakup story before actually attending the wedding. That's when your sister mentioned to you that your ex was attending.

Of course, she also told you to bring your boyfriend so that you could show him off. One problem: you didn't have one. So what was your plan?

You were going to hire one.

✧✧ Diluc ✧✧

Well, you're bold to approach him to be your fake boyfriend. You two were... barely friends, really. So he flat out rejected you the first time you asked.

You had to give him a whole explanation, practically begging him to reconsider. It took a while, but he finally accepted, declining when you said you'd pay him.

He told you to consider it a favor, and that he'll definitely be asking for one back in the future. You agreed- seeing as how you had little choice you had.

Diluc is pretty good at faking it. He's the type that keeps around you, comes up with replies really fast. He's good at remembering everything- all the information you gave him.

Definitely a no-nonsense boyfriend. If you're lying to yourself, he'll let you know. He also makes sure to remind you that you lying to everyone won't help either and it's best to resolve the issue quickly.

However, he also plays his role really well. There are no slipups, he's super confident, and he definitely scares your ex. The glares he sends your ex's way are just... so good.

You can help but be attracted to Diluc toward the end... he was pretty amazing...

✧✧ Kaeya ✧✧

He is definitely smirking and making assumptions on why you came to him, specifically. Of course, he teased you for a few minutes but eventually agreed. However, you'd owe him now.

He sat you down somewhere private and asked you seriously why you were asking for this. You gave him a quick rundown of the situation and he listened quietly before affirming that he'd be helping.

He's good at memorizing all your family members names, their faces, likes, dislikes, all that. You give him a lengthy speech before getting to the town where the wedding was going to be.

Kaeya is really good at calming you down, making sure to say the right things when any family member upsets you. He's not all that intimidating at first glance and he's ok with that.

He keeps your ex away by being all over you. The second your ex is even approaching you, Kaeya's arm is around your waist, pulling you against his chest, and kissing your cheek.

Honestly, your entire family is convinced Kaeya is so head over heels for you and keeps telling you that you should marry him soon. Of course, Kaeya happily agrees to it in front of them, but says nothing afterward.

At the end of the day, this was just a fake boyfriend situation. Or was it?

✧✧Thoma✧✧

You and Thoma weren't the closest, but you knew of him and so... you tried anyway. Thoma was shocked for sure and a little unsure at first. But you needed help so... he agreed. He wanted you to keep the money, but you insisted, telling him to just treat it like a job since you two weren't that close.

He had little to no trouble remembering names, likes, dislikes, and problematic people. You explained that some family members were really obnoxious and sometimes got into arguments with one another or insulted you.

Thoma memorized everyone and assured you it would be fine. You also gave him an explanation on that dumb ex of yours. Thoma picked up on your discomfort and touched your shoulder. "Don't worry, we'll be fine."

You two were staying in a family member's large home, in which you and Thoma shared a room. He offered to sleep on the floor but you didn't mind sharing the bed.

Everyone LOVES him. He's entertaining, kind, sweet, and very comforting. If someone says something that upsets you, he makes an excuse to pull you away and immediately says the opposite. Someone makes fun of you? He's telling you how gorgeous you look.

Your ex can't even get a minute with you. The second they look at you and are coming over, Thoma's grabbing your arm and taking you somewhere else.

He's the comforting boyfriend and it almost makes you a little sad when you're both heading back because you know this charade will be over soon. But it was definitely fun while it lasted. Maybe.. you might ask him out to a real date soon.

✧✧Wanderer✧✧

First of all, why him? Second, he wants that payment upfront. Every mora. He's rolling his eyes the entire time you're explaining why you wanted him to help you.

However, he does listen well when you're telling him names and personalities. He asks questions and makes sure he remembers everything to keep from embarrassing you.

He... doesn't stand for anyone making fun of you. Old friends, family, that dumbass ex. Right now, you're his and no one's gonna insult what belongs to him.

It was actually endearing. He may have been a bit too aggressive, but the way he defended you almost made you feel sad you weren't actually with him.

He's, of course, the no no-nonsense boyfriend, letting you know if you're being a doormat for everyone. He is, however, encouraging. Telling you what to do to actually be happy- as an unbiased party watching you crash and burn. That made you laugh for sure.

Your ex had managed to pull you away for a minute, telling you that they were better than (w/n) and that's when your "boyfriend" swooped in. Pretty much insulted and threatened your ex before dragging you off.

All in all, you enjoyed the wedding with (w/n)- a lot more than you thought you would. You were almost tempted to ask him out on a real date. He might've even said yes, who knows...

✧✧Tighnari✧✧

Tighnari thought it was a joke at first and actually laughed before his smile faltered and he apologized. You explained the whole reason- practically holding nothing back.

Tighnari felt bad so he agreed, he also insisted you keep your money. You explained that you'd need to stay at your family's home for a few days and he agreed to that too.

You two went through the family names and all that- but he almost made a point to ask what you were comfortable with. Hugs, kisses, PDA- all that. You knew there wasn't much of a choice, you two needed to look like a genuine couple... so everything was ok.

Tighnari's interactions with your family made him seem like he fit in almost perfectly. Your family loved him, but there were some that were skeptics. Especially your ex. Tighnari simply explained you were a new couple, so you two were still getting used to one another.

He took really good care of you. He made sure you didn't drink too much, he kept you from anyone who didn't like you, countered any insult that was thrown your way, and was just so perfect.

He showed his affection through touches and light kisses, rubbing your wrist before grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles. The event went so smoothly with him there.

At the end of it, you were quite sad that you weren't actually with him. You made sure to thank him repeatedly but he only chuckled and waved it off, saying he had fun. You heavily debated asking him out right then and there.

✧✧Kaveh✧✧

Kaveh... wasn't sure. Pretending to be your boyfriend? That would just lead to more problems. Especially if he slipped up. He refused at first, but you really asked him.

He was dead set on rejecting you but when your eyes met his and he saw that desperation in there, he kinda froze up. You really needed help and what kind of man would he be to turn you down? So, he agreed- but he didn't want to be paid for it.

Learning about your family was hard, especially in one day. Of course, that didn't mean he didn't give it his darndest, but he couldn't remember them all before the day you were supposed to be at the family home.

Even if he couldn't remember them all, Kaveh has a very shiny personality and easily won your entire family over. He was so easy going, such a goof, and really kind! Your ex, however, didn't like him.

That was the entire point, every time he talked near your ex, Kaveh just went on tirades about how perfect you were for him and how lucky of a man he was to have such a sweet person loving him. Honestly, your family was already planning your wedding while still at your sister's wedding!

He was definitely the sweet, touchy boyfriend. He always had an arm around you, he often gave you kisses, don't forget dance practice! Honestly, he had so much fun- even if half of it was fake. Before you two knew it, the wedding was over and you were headed back.

You really had fun and throughout the party you kept comparing Kaveh to your ex. He was so much better- kinder, more fun, more loving, even if it was fake. There was a dull ache in your chest as you were going home and you were heavily debating on whether or not you should ask him out for real.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin diluc x reader #genshin kaeya x reader #genshin thoma x reader #genshin tighnari x reader #genshin wanderer x reader #genshin kaveh x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #🖊─ pocky’s writings

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silence-burns · 1 year

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Scaramouche (Wanderer): sleep

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Wanderer didn't require much sleep. He was a puppet, and even though he was as close to a human-like creature as physically possible, he fundamentally wasn't one.

It doesn't mean that he had no need for rest, though. He still needed to metaphorically catch his breath after a fight or an exhausting day of exploration, but it could be done through just sitting down for an hour. Sometimes he closed his eyes too, but since he started traveling with you and Paimon, he preferred to be more aware of his surroundings.

Wanderer often made fun of you and all the puny humans so weak they had to fall completely unconscious for almost half a day.

He'd still watch over the camp while you sleep - he'd just grow more smug every time you woke up to an already prepared breakfast and he was halfway through a book.

He had nothing else to do during the night, so he often just looked around for a bit and then half rest himself too. It was closer to getting lost in a random thought than a true sleep, but he got used to doing it at night and following your natural rhythm.

The first time you offered him a place in your sleeping bag, he just scoffed and told you to find a better way of getting close enough to kill him.

Even though he brushed you off with an angry pout on his face, he couldn't help but stare at your sleeping form throughout the night. You always had a strange, ethereal look once you started dreaming. He's never seen you make it during the day. Just one more strange thing about humans.

Sometimes the dreams you've had were turned into nightmares. Wanderer always noticed.

He would later deny it, but the amount of times he was clumsy enough to drop something heavy perfectly matched the moments when your nightmares came. He'd be staring impassively at the fire when you suddenly woke up. He avoided your eyes and wouldn't say anything, despite having a perfect opportunity to point out your weakness.

It was during one of those nights when you woke up suddenly, with your heart beating hard and the blood buzzing in your ears. Wanderer didn't know why you asked him to come to you or why this time he did.

He felt strange slipping under your covers and feeling the warmth radiating off your body. It was such a difference from his own, almost perfectly imitating a human one, but never able to overcome that issue. He wasn't cold to the touch, but neither was he capable of warming someone up.

Wanderer allowed you to squeeze him tight. He was aware of the human need for physical affection and decided to let it happen just this once. Maybe he just had a good day. Everyone has a good day every once in a while.

So he didn't say anything when you put your face down on his chest and wrapped your arms around him.

He was relieved by your silence, when his hand started slowly rubbing your back. It was awkward and he felt it deep in his bones, but a feeling he didn't recognize made him continue regardless.

Wanderer knew when you fell back asleep, but didn't move.

And maybe, just maybe, he brushed his fingertips over your hair.

On the next day, he squeezed in with you into the sleeping bag even though you didn't ask him.

Of course, he would. The nights were slowly getting colder and he was a puppet. He couldn't create any warmth himself. The least thing a mere human like you could do, was share some of yours. Wanderer would absolutely deny there being any other reason. He'd pinch your cheek, hard, every time you breathed out the word 'affection'.

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kiskisur · 6 months

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My request fanfic-

warnings: m!reader x Wanderer, jealous Wanderer, fluff (real)

note: last work for today pls, I'll do the others when it's Monday or when I'm less busy, I'm sorry I have a lot to do rn especially in English— I need rest until friday-monday 😭

The purple-haired man watched you from afar, his eyes narrowing as he furrowed his brows.

You've been avoiding him and stopping giving him attention, causing him to grow possessive and jealous whenever you talk to someone else that's not him.

"What are you guys doing?" he finally approached, stepping behind you while he observed the guy you were talking to.

"Wanderer? What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with Nahida by now?" You look back at him, your brows raised in surprise, before taking a step back when realizing you were too close to him.

He scoffed and crossed his arms, his jealous aura spreading as he glared at the guy.

"I told her I'd be going on a walk today; what a coincidence seeing you both here," he remarked sarcastically, stepping closer to you while the guy you talked to scratched the back of their heads.

"I need you." You felt two hands wrap around your waist protectively, pulling you closer towards Wanderer as he continued to glare at the now nervous guy.

"I'll.. uh, I'll get going now; I'll see you later (name)?" the guy smiled softly, waving goodbye at you both before walking away with his head down.

"Now, what was that, Wanderer? You clearly scared him off!" You turn your heel and face Wanderer with a frown.

"He obviously likes you; I don't want someone liking the same person I like," he replied, a hint of annoyance dripping in his voice before crossing his arms and looking at you as if he were throwing daggers at you.

"Don't you miss me?" Wanderer pouted, approaching you once again before hugging you tightly.

#♡ ;; kiskisur !#𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ works ~#:3 #x male reader #male reader #genshin impact x male reader #x bottom male reader #genshin scaramouche x gender neutral reader #genshin scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin scaramouche x male reader #genshin scara #genshin scaramouche #genshin wanderer x male reader #genshin wanderer x reader #genshin wanderer x ftm reader #LAST WORK FOR TODAY I TAKE A WHOLE WEEKEND BREAK PLS 🙏🙏🙏🙏

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cupids-chamber · 1 year

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SUMMARY: What if Scaramouche, loses his memories and returns to his old self, way before the betrayal? How would he treat his lover, what would happen? What if he gets his memories back, when you've grown fully accustomed to his old self, How would he treat you after all that?

TAGS: Gender Neutral Reader, Pre-wanderer, Fluff, Slight angst? (Not really), Scara slightly opening up to you, Sweet/Soft!Scara feul.

Scaramouche losing his memories came as an unexpected discovery to you, he had always been able to remain somewhat safe on his expeditions, so needless to say you weren’t worried in particular, though there was always that small lingering feeling that something bad might happen, however your lover as distant as he may be, made sure to reassure you despite his misgivings.

All though your worries weren’t in vain, when he couldn’t even remember your name, surely it was beyond heartbreaking already to witness the injuries your lover sustained during his little mission elsewhere, but to forget your name was a different kind of pain.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” you mumbled underneath your breath, but even an idiot could realize how serious this situation was, Scara’ wasn’t one to joke about serious issues.. or joke in general. His standoff-ish nature resulted in him being distant and rather cold, and breaking that exterior was hard for you, yourself. And you were his partner, the one he loved and cherished most.

You spend the next few days showing Scaramouche around the house, explaining to him about his current lifestyle, what he does… who you were.. During which time, you learned that Scara’s real name was ‘Kunikuzushi’, something that came as a surprise as you were unaware of this fact, but then again Scara never really enjoyed opening up about his past, he preferred focusing on the present, though it upset you now, realizing how much you really didn’t know about your lover.

“That’s quite a long name, do you mind if I call you Kuni?”, to your surprise he didn’t seem against the idea at all, which was a pleasing discovery.

The two of you spent time learning about your interests and whatnot, it pleased you to know more about Kuni, who seemed so different from Scara, he was much more open and energetic. He was expressive too, the two of you indulged in stories and much more. He seemed like the opposite of Scara’, his cold exterior replaced by a much sweeter and kinder version of itself. The revelation itself came as quite the shock to you, but you couldn’t help but indulge yourself in the change, hoping that maybe, your Scara’ could have been as sweet as the one from the past.

“You’re a really good cook!” you stated, chowing down on the meal the Kuni had made for the two of you, “Why, didn’t I make you good meals in the past?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you. “Yes but this is different!” you didn’t think much of your words, letting out a small smile.

It’s been quite the while since Scaramouche had gotten his memories back, at first he can remember being curious as to how far he could take this act, he wanted to see your genuine reactions to the change in behavior, because deep down he was well aware of how distant he could be, he was curious if your opinion on him would change, especially when he looks back to the time he wasn’t yet aware and still hadn’t received his memories back. You were kind, and forgiving, that alone was a huge factor as to how someone like Scaramouche fell for you.

He was quite certain that you’d never figure him out, but he failed and underestimate your intellect, you’ve lived under the same roof with him for a year now, and you could easily tell the difference between ‘Kuni’ and ‘Scara’, the way his face would go pure blank in an ounce of praise and affection, while if you were to say something of a similar style to Kuni he'd react with a energetic response, or a large grin would be plastered onto his face. If that wasn’t the only change, you could see the change between Kuni and Scara, in their habits as well, Scaramouche was much more punctual and well coordinated, following a Schedule and planning things accordingly, compared to Kuni who seemed to be carefree and would follow and do as he wished.

The two of you were huddled on the pavement, watching the stars, settled together with little to no space in-between the two of you. “How long are you going to keep up the act?” you asked, your voice a bit above a whisper. You didn’t feel like yelling nor did you want to confront him in a direct way, “So, you’ve figured me out.”

“For a while now, you’re quite predictable.”

He let out a small breezy laugh, “How so?”

“I could make an entire list if I wanted to, but I’d rather not.. You just are.”

“...” a comfortable silence filled the area, as the two of you had a silent battle over who would speak out next. “So are you going to explain?, I think you owe me one this time.. Kuni.”

He let out a sigh, “I do owe you an explanation, this time around” you let out a soft hum in agreement, “But I’m not ready to explain to you everything, so if you don’t mind waiting, I’ll open up to you in due time.”

You leaned down onto his shoulder, and let out a sigh of relief, “I’ve waited this long, I suppose I can wait for a bit longer…”

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scarafvcker · 3 months

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synopsis: wanderer has trouble shooing away a persistent seelie (i.e. seelie!reader doesn’t wanna leave him alone)

cw: VERY SELF INDULGENT BC I GOT THE BLUE SEELIE JUST TO MATCH WITH WANDERER 🥰🥰, wanderer being a menace and reader being even more of a menace to him, mini-seelie!gn!reader

word count: 900+

wanderer sat atop a tree branch, watching as all the people passed by below—a crucial part of his daily schedule which he had earned after gaining his newfound identity. after spending hours upon hours of his day surrounded by his fellow vahumana scholars, he needs a place to be alone and free from their annoying attempts at small talk and what better place than a place where nobody else could or even think about going?

up in the trees, he could be all by himself—save for the few kittens that climb up and cozy themselves up beside him. up in the trees, all he could hear was the muffled chatter of passersbys’ that was quickly swept away by the sound of the wind in his ears and soft purring of the cats beside him. up in the trees, everything was as expected until it wasn’t—until he heard a noise he’d never heard in his entire existence right beside him.

wanderer nearly jumped off the tree out of surprise, looking over to see the ginger cat that was playing with his vision just a second ago now swatting its paw at a glowing orb floating beside him. the orb was as blue as the sky with a bright white light glowing from deep within itself and two bunny-like ears on the top of its spherical body. he watched as the orb flew around the cat, a sound akin to a cat’s purring resonating from it. the orb looked familiar yet wanderer just couldn’t put a name to it—reaching his hand out to poke the creature, his finger phase’s right through it which earns a confused huff from him.

the creature only lets out another purr, the sound quick and high-pitched causing wanderer’s eyes furrow out of frustration and wonder. he decides to just let out a sigh and shift his eyes back to the ground in an attempt to continue his usually peaceful people watching but the creature beside him has other plans, continuously making high-pitched purrs practically right into his ear. a few seconds pass until wanderer scowls and swat his hand in an attempt to shoo away the creature, huffing, “will you just go away? what even are you anyway?”

the creature’s ears shoot up when wanderer’s hand goes through it once again before laying flat on its orb-shaped body. a long and low-pitched coo resonates through the air as the creature flips backwards and floats upside down for a while before shooting right back up and pushing itself into wanderer’s cheek. he scoffs, trying to swat it away only for his hand to fly straight through it just like before, “whatever, just go away.”

wanderer turns his full attention back to the passing people below, trying to tune out the coos and purrs from the creature beside him but the creature is so persistent on being as annoying as possible. he just lets out a groan before gently shoving the kittens away from him and dropping down from the tree and onto the ground below, spooking a couple in the process. wanderer pays them no mind and starts heading for the gates of sumeru city with the floating orb following behind him.

once outside the city, wanderer lifts himself into the air and dashes off as fast as he can only for the creature to effortlessly keep up with him. up and down steep hills and cliffs, over and around rapid rivers and waterfalls, even through enraged camps of hilichurls and abyss mages—the creature doesn’t lose wanderer’s trail even for a second. even when he throws hilichurls into the sky repeatedly slashes through the abyss mages’ elemental shields, the creature stays beside him and purrs in repeated short and shrill coos as if chanting and rooting for him. the corner of his lips twitch into a smirk as he makes quick work of the remaining hilichurls before lowering himself to the ground and fixing his hat.

the creature floats off further into the hilichurl camp, a long, deep, and calming purr resonating from it that seems to draw wanderer in. he follows the orb into a small hut, blinking at the chest he had just been lead to. he looked up from the chest and at the bright blue orb, eyes widening for a second before he scoffs and opens the chest, “unnecessary.” he quickly stuffs a few mora into his pockets and leaves the rest of the contents within the chest before walking away from the camp. “you’re different from other seelies,” he comments, peering over at the creature as it floats beside him, “smaller, rounder, more annoying..”

the seelie lets out a high-pitched trill and shoves itself into his cheek once again only repeatedly this time, letting out a long speech that remained incomprehensible by wanderer. he shook his head, tilting his face to the ground and gently pulling his hat down in an attempt to cover the small grin that had etched itself onto his lips at the seelie’s antics. the seelie swung itself under his hat and swung it off his head in one stroke before using its ear to point directly in his face, the speech still yet to end. wanderer immediately took a step back, a brief look of shock appearing on his face before fading away while he grabs his hat off the ground. he dusts off any dust and grass that ended up on his hat and groaned, “you may be worse than an aranara.”

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nogenderbee · 8 days

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♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕤 & 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕤 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ not a request

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Pls tell me you see my point when I say the relationship is both a bit toxic but also has such a potential ToT I dunno, I just liked the opposite dynamic and decided to go with it!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ as we know, Scara can be a bit of... aggressive sometimes...

✧ I have no idea how you even got into friendship when at the beginning all he did was look down on you... I feel like Nahida helped A LOT here...

✧ so your friendship was already a bit.. interesting. And when you two got into relationship? Everyone was purely shocked

✧ your friends and maybe even few Sumeru citizens definitely tried getting you away because you're basically known for being gentle person! They were sure he's gonna only being you pain...

✧ but before we reveal how he is in relationship with you, let's just say he overhead someone trying to take you away!

✧ he already has a bit of abandonment issues so when he hears someone trying to convince you to do that, he'll immidietly stare daggers at them

"I mean... you deserve someone much better than hi-"

"Yeah, shut your mouth and go do your job properly, and stop spreading rumors like that before I give you a good rumor."

"Don't worry, he's just like that, hah... he doesn't mean it..."

"Heck yeah I do!"

"Sorry..."

"Oh shut it... no need to cry... Eh... c'mon you know I didn't meant to tell at you..."

✧ he's actually really gentle with you, he still sometimes forgets himself but with you, he learned to apologize!

✧ to be honest, he's more protective of you if anything... I mean, you're already such a gentle person you can break into tears if someone raises their voice to you... and he'll gladly teach the other person a lesson if that happens

✧ sometimes tho, he still looses it... but he doesn't mean anything rude, he's just so done with you constantly overthinking everything when he's just trying to help you with your easy outbursts

"For real, it was THEIR fault! You should be the one yelling at them, not the other way!"

"Sorry..."

"Don't apologize all the time and get the hang of it finally! You need to stand up for yourself!"

"I'm so-"

"Shut up before I make you. Eh... just stand behind me and try to agree with me with everything I say to them... it'll be good first step"

✧ Nahida gives him lots of tips here... and so does she go you! You both have emotional outbursts but with 2 different emotions, and she likes both of you a lot so she doesn't mind helping out!

✧ in the end, relationship that wasn't supposed to work even slightest bit, is working out pretty good if you look at it~

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IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE — Wanderer, Furina x reader.

i. SUMMARY: Moments that changed everything between you. ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader has medium length/long hair (long enough to braid) in Wanderer's part, VERY slight spoilers for the 4.2 Archon quest in Furina's part. iii. NOTES: Rivals to lovers & Vahumana!reader in Wanderer's part, lovers to exes to ??? in Furina's part, fluff, gn!reader, they/them pronouns used, 2.9k words. iv. A/N: This is my gift, for the Favonius Lbrary secret santa, for @heiayen! Merry Christmas Heia, I hope you enjoy! if you don't i will cry! (that is a joke but i do hope you like it :3) Once again, sorry this is late :(

WANDERER

The students that studied at the Akademiya could be divided into several groups.

There were the hard-workers, who weren't particularly intelligent by birth, but fought tooth and nail to drag themselves up in the ranks. That group occasionally overlapped with the truly passionate ones; who were so invested in their pursuit of knowledge that little could stand in their way of it. There were the underachievers, the overachievers, the visionaries and the slackers. In each classroom you were bound to have at least a handful of each.

Then there were the gifted ones. The ones who breezed past every subject with ease, who were pushed as the representatives of the Darshans, to show outsiders how talented and dedicated their students were. The geniuses, the prodigies, the virtuosos. They were the students that treated their intelligence as a prize to be flaunted above the rest, who would lazily fill out their test papers and be returned with perfect grades, who managed to both value their knowledge above all else and take it for granted. Out of all the Akademiya scholars, those were the most arrogant and truly insufferable ones.

Wanderer fell into the latter category.

He joined their class later in the year, and settled in as a permanent thorn in everyone's side. Every addition to their scholarly discussions was gasoline on a dying bonfire, strategically placed to set the class aflame. He'd raise his hand with disinterested corrections to other student's theories, followed by irritating opposition to whatever stance the professor was attempting to take, all sprinkled with a pinch of disdain and the most unpleasant attitude one could possibly have.

The most infuriating part, was that he was never wrong. His logic was sound, every addition was justified. No matter how sarcastic or scornful-sounding his interjections were, they were never without reason. And a week into their class proved him to be one of the most naturally exceptional minds in Vahumana.

Maybe [Name] would admire him if being around him didn’t make them want to throw a book at his head.

That first week in their class had solidified two more things. First, if Wanderer was going to act so cocky, then it was their sworn mission to make sure he was knocked down.

Second—

“The answer is D. All of the above.” Wanderer yawned. “Honestly, you call yourselves scholars—”

“Actually, it’s not.” A voice rang out, clear and steady. “You could argue that it’s all of the above if you were looking at it from a very elementary perspective, but once you actually start to analyse each answer, you’ll see the flaws in them all. All except one, that is. The answer’s C.”

“[Name] is correct. The answer is C.”

He turned, eyes narrowed. They fell on an equally hard gaze. There was something fiery there, as if they were raising a challenge. He met them with a smirk, as if he was accepting it.

—They were not friends. They were rivals.

Precisely why they couldn't work with him.

“Please! Can I be paired with anyone else?” They begged, face falling further with every passing moment that their professor remained unfazed. The rest of the class had vacated the lecture hall already—all eagerly chatting about their chosen topics—leaving the two of them alone to talk.

“I have full faith in you, [Name].” The professor said calmly, sitting down at his chair and shuffling papers into an orderly stack. “This is a simple assessment.”

The assignment itself wasn’t the difficult part. A straightforward research project in a subject of their choice, one that related to the topics they’d been learning that semester. It was supposed to help lead the class into their further studies, to gently ease them into researching on their own and prepare them for when they would have to write their final thesis.

It was the easiest of tasks, but the problem wasn’t the task itself. It was who they’d been chosen to work with.

“Group projects are designed to test how well people can work together with others.” He sighed, and leaned back on his chair with a pensive expression. “I don’t like all of the people I have worked with in my studies, but as academics, it is something we all must suffer. And besides; if I regrouped everyone who complained about their partner, I would never stop changing them.”

It wasn’t as if they were trying to be painful. Finishing a group project would be easy, had they been partnered with anyone but him.

“Just try to make the best of it, wont you?” A smile flashed across his face. “Perhaps you might even make a friend.”

Friend was far too hopeful of a thought. Friend was the last word they would use to describe—

“Wanderer.” They hissed under their breath, his name poison on their lips. “Trust me, Professor. I will not.”

The two students arranged to meet in the library. Or, more specifically Wanderer had appeared right as they left the classroom and told them, “If you’re finished complaining about me, come to the library tomorrow at eleven.” before disappearing.

The library was once their solace, where they could study in peace away from any distractions. The sounds of pages turning, faint whispers, and pens scratching against paper provided a comforting ambience to their research.

Now, it was—

“You took long enough.”

“It’s not my fault you’re impatient.”

Something considerably less homely.

“I have several ideas,” They said.

“Of course you do.” Wanderer scoffed. They ignored him.

“We could do it on Ancient Deshrat.” They mused, skimming across their notes. A stray strand of hair fell into their eyeline, and they tucked it behind their ear mindlessly. “We looked at them earlier in the year, a little before you joined the class. They have a lot of interesting traditions we could look at—maybe a comparison back to modern Sumeru, to see how the influences carry over.”

“I don’t care. Just choose one, and tell me what part you’re doing.”

They inhaled slowly, forcing the anger down and running the professor’s words through their mind. It’s one project. Once they were done, they never had to work with him again.

“Fine,” They snapped. “I will work on researching whatever information we need. You will write up an introduction outlining… outlining…” Their words trailed off to make way for a huff. Once again, their hair had fallen into their eyes, and they pushed it out of their face impatiently.

“Just move it out of your face, it’s not that hard.” Wanderer said snippily.

“Oh, thank you, I would never have thought of that.” They retorted.

“Well, I don’t see you doing anything useful, other than swatting at your own forehead.”

“I’m moving it out of my way! We can’t all have a bowl-cut!”

“Then braid it.”

“I—” It wasn’t a bad suggestion, as much as they loathed to admit it. “I can’t. I can’t braid my hair behind my back, and I don’t have anything to tie it up, even if I could.”

They lapsed into silence, Wanderer staring at them like he didn't quite believe them.

“I could braid it for you,” He said suddenly. They looked up at him, blinking.

“You… want to… braid my hair?” They repeat slowly.

He huffed. “Are you seriously that slow? Do you need it written and signed for you to understand?”

“I just find it hard to believe," They said defensively.

“You were complaining about it being in your way." He said, extending each word slowly like they were a child who couldn't quite understand what was going on. "The less you complain, the faster we get this done, and the less time I have to spend working with you.”

"Fine." They say, fighting back a blush.

"Fine?"

"Just do it, already."

His hands were oddly careful against their hair, raking across their scalp to comb through the knots and tangles. The feeling was soothing, almost cathartic. It would be far too easy to close their eyes and sink into the feeling.

They weren't quite sure what they were expecting. Nails that felt more like claws? Rough tugging on the knots in their hair, just enough to be painful? Surely something uncomfortable, to match the animosity between them. Nothing quite as soft as this.

“This is kind of surprising to be honest. You don’t seem to be the type to be good at braiding hair.” Their words sounded a touch too nice, so they were quick to add, “—Especially with that haircut.”

A shiver ran down their spine, as gentle hands ran through their hair. It was freshly brushed, and by then he must have already worked out any knots, yet they ran through it anyway, as if their intent wasn’t just to untangle it.

“I braid my… Aunt’s hair, a lot.” He said suddenly, pulling them from the trance. They make a hum, a quiet signal for him to continue. “She’s the one who showed me how to do it.”

“I didn’t know you had an aunt,” They said, without thinking. The thought comes a moment after: Of course you didn’t, you don’t know a thing about him.

Wanderer didn’t seem fazed. “No, we only became close recently. She… she’s done a lot for me.”

They waited for him to elaborate, but his quota for abruptly sharing information about himself appeared to have been filled. Instead of talking, he fixed his focus on their hair, dividing it into three sections and brushing his fingers through to neaten them. One by one, he twisted them over one another until he reached the end of their hair.

“Do you have anything to tie it up?” He asked. They shake their head, and he scoffed. “Of course."

Still gripping the end of the braid, he used his free hand to rifle through the inside of his bag until he pulled out a loose piece of ribbon. From there, he quickly tied off the end.

"Now stop complaining," He sat back down and leaned back in his hair nonchalantly, as if he was unaware of the static filling their mind. All they could focus on was the phantom feeling of hands—his hands—on their scalp.

It shouldn't have felt pleasant, not when those were the hands of someone they despised.

“Are you going to continue?”

"Right..." They cleared their throat, a strange heat against their cheeks. It was stark, out of place. They ignored it. "Where was I...?"

FURINA

[Name] stared across the ballroom, a drink in their hand. On the opposite side, a woman in a blue dress tipped back her head in a laugh and held her hand over her mouth. It wasn’t her true laugh, the one that sounded like tumbling waves and sweeping currents. It was the specially curated laugh she made for laughing at jokes she didn’t find funny, in front of people she didn’t like.

Furina turned, catching their eye. She smiled, far too casually, and raised a hand in a tiny wave. For the first time in a while, she wasn’t wearing her gloves, leaving the skin of her hand exposed.

They didn’t need to ponder what the feeling of that hand in theirs was like, after holding it countless times, until the weight of it caused phantom pains in their wrist. They didn’t have to wonder about her lips on their cheek, or her arms around their waist, when they were sensations that had been burned into their skin.

They averted their eyes, instead of returning the wave. There wasn’t any point dwelling on the past, or exchanging pleasantries with their ex-lover.

Maybe if they had been informed of her presence ahead of time, they wouldn’t have come. That way, they’d never had the chance to do something as foolish as reminisce on people as painful as Furina. But Navia—sweet, kind, oblivious Navia—had invited them, unaware of their messy break-up.

The split wasn’t either of their faults. ‘Grown apart’, could be used to describe it if you were feeling cliché. Perhaps a more accurate description would be ‘grew too close, until their roots were tangled with each other and their thorns were too deeply buried in each other’s sides, that removing them would hurt more than letting the relationship fester.’ It was a classic tragedy; two flawed people clinging desperately to each others’ side, until the haze of romance cleared and said flaws drove them apart.

The split was mutual, made for both their sakes. That didn’t mean it didn’t sting when their lives—previously entangled and interwoven with each other—were torn into two. Suddenly they were alone, and half of their existence had up and left.

It hurt, the split. But they knew staying would hurt more.

“Excuse me,” The voice was so soft, so excruciatingly familiar that if they kept looking away, they could convince themself it was just a hallucination. “[Name].”

They couldn’t. They couldn’t do it. At least while staring into their drink, they could enjoy the voice as a pleasant dream.

“[Name], please.”

But they never were strong enough to resist her, were they?

Their resolve crumbled like sand. They looked over, and there she was: as breathtaking as she looked the day they first met her.

“Hi,” She whispered. It was one word, and all too much.

“Hey,” They respond, keeping their voice low to seclude the conversation to the corner of the room.

“How have you been?” Furina asked. They tried not to let their face fall at the words. Before they broke up, there wasn’t a need for small talk, or even greetings for that matter. Their conversations would taper off into quietness or end completely, and they would pick right back up the next time they spoke. Questions of how they were, or dull observations about the weather had no room to fill the silence, when that space was filled with a comfortable kind of quiet.

“I’ve been well.” Far too stiff. The old [Name], the one that was Furina’s lover, would never let themself be so formal with her.“And yourself?”

“…Well, as well.”

In an effort to fill the awkward silence, they blurted out “I heard about your…” What was it exactly? Demotion? Abdication? Dismissal? “…I heard what happened. About how you’re not the Hyrdo Archon anymore.”

“Ah, yes, I figured you would have heard about that.” She rolled her eyes, part of her mask slipping. “There isn’t a person here who hasn’t…”

They cringed inwardly at how their choice of conversation made the silence even more uncomfortable. “So… what are you doing over here?”

She grinned in relief at the topic change. “Darling, we’re at a party; there’s one obvious thing we could be doing.”

“What’s that?”

Furina extended her hand, folding the other behind her back. She smiled coyly, a million words dancing on the tip of her tongue, all unsaid. “Well, the reason I came over here, of course. Will you dance with me?”

Letting the conversation lead on this long was dangerously close to letting her back into their life. But what was a little more danger, when the music was so sweet and Furina was offering the chance so freely? It was just a dance, nothing more.

They placed their drink down on a nearby waiter’s tray, and took her hand.

Furina’s lips parted into an O, momentarily surprised by their willingness, but she quickly recovered. She tugged on their hand to bring them further into the centre of the room, taking one of their hands and placing it on her waist, and intertwining her fingers with the other.

She swept them across the floor, twirling and spinning past the rest of the couples. One step forward, a step back. They let go of her waist to spin her in a circle and she let out a giggle, sounding like waves crashing on the shore. The sound made them breathless.

Furina replaced her arms around their waist, stepping so close that they were only a breath away.

Their eyes drifted to the windows, reflecting the ballroom. In it, they could see all of the couples pressed together, while the orchestra played tirelessly off to the side. In the centre was one pair that fell directly under the ballroom’s chandelier lights, a beautiful woman in a blue dress, and… well, them. Beyond that, they could see the night sky in the background: hundreds of shining stars and a full moon staring back at them.

“The sky is so pretty,” They whisper.

“It’s beautiful,” Furina agrees, not taking her eyes off them.

The song ended, fading off in place of a more upbeat tune. Furina didn’t remove her hands from their waist, barely acknowledging the change. It wasn’t quite dancing by then, simple swaying in place with her arms around them. They didn’t care enough to move.

“Would you like to have tea with me, sometime?” Furina asked. The words were more than an invitation; they were the keys left in the lock, letting them through and back into her life if they so pleased. An I don’t think that’s a good idea would be easy. A no would be easier. Instead, all they said was, “I would like that.”

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