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elixrr · 1 month

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“could you be seen with me and still act proud?”

➢ Jing Yuan, Argenti, Aventurine, Dan Heng, Blade, Xiao, Childe, Wanderer, Zhongli

➢ Star Rail / Genshin x [GN] Reader

➥ (their answer + reaction to this question)

➥ (comfort / fluff)

✧ - JING YUAN

“Why, of course. I would hold your hand up for the whole of the Xianzhou to see.”

This was pretty expected of the sly general. However, what was unexpected was the way he took you in his arms and lifted you up—bridal style. You begged him to put you down as he opened the doors of his and your room, now making his way outside to remind the whole Xianzhou that you're his and he's yours.

✧ - ARGENTI

“Dearest love—of course, I would be so proud to have the chance to take the hand of mortal beauty itself, and, if it were chivalrous, I would boast about your beauty everywhere I go.”

Ever so poetic, Argenti pulls your heart strings again with his creative (yet cheesy) lines. He loves you; that's a fact that nobody can deny, and he believes that you were sent down by Idrila herself with how attractive you are. Without a hesitant thought, he backs away and offers you his hand—will you accept the offer in which he takes you from place to place, hand in hand, to show the whole world that your his love?

✧ - AVENTURINE

“You wanna take a bet? Here, I'll take you out to dinner if you guess my answer correctly—get it wrong, and I decide on what I'll do with you.”

With a wink and a smile turning into a smirk, it's always hard to guess what Aventurine is thinking, but with the clock ticking, you hardly get time to really think, and so you curiously answer with “no.” A smile grows on his face, and he leans in close, holding your arms. He whispers in your ear, “I guess that means you have to do what I tell you tonight.”

✧ - DAN HENG

“Of course. I do... I do love you, after all.”

His sentences are kept short and simple (with a little bit of blush), just like how they always are. Now, unlike most people on this list, he isn't bringing you outside to let the world know that you're dating, but he would feel and does absolutely feel proud to have you as his love. He reassures you that he would never feel embarrassed or feel the need to hide his love for you, no matter the crowd he's surrounded by.

✧ - BLADE

“Yes. Nobody's taking you, and nobody's taking me. Everyone had better know that you're mine, and the same goes for me.”

His response was rather threatening, but that's typical with Blade. His words are as sharp as his sword, but they're also as meaningful as sharp; his intent is nowhere near ill towards you, and he only means that he's dedicated himself to you already, and it's a dedication that he would never feel embarrassed or guilty for. Now, take his hand—he'll promise the world that you're his tonight.

✧ - XIAO

“Yes. Why wouldn't I be?”

In Adeptus Xiao language, he means, “yes, of course I would. Archons, holding your hand is a blessing itself.” And, though he doesn't admit it, he still feels it. You are his first and only love in several millennia. You, of every person to ever set foot in Liyue, managed to capture his heart when nobody else could. Xiao loves you, and he feels that he will forever, so he prays you'd banish him if he ever hurts you or hides his love away for something trivial because that means the karma got to him and that he's gone mad.

✧ - CHILDE

“Of course, babe! You know what? Let's go on a date right now— everything's on me!”

And that's simply Childe. Without a word, he disappears and reappears with your favorite outfit in hand, and has you put it on (in private as he waits outside the bedroom door), and when you're done, he's suddenly dressed nicely with roses in hand, and he takes you out on a date. How? No clue, but know that he's letting the whole region know that you're his right here and right now.

✧ - WANDERER

“Huh? That's a stupid question. Why are you asking me, anyway?”

Yes. He means yes in every way possible. His sharp tongue speaks the opposite, but Wanderer truly means that he would show you off to the world if he had to. If he has to, mainly because he finds the concept of love in its entirety as stupid, but he also loves you too much to let you leave him, let alone have someone else think that you're some vacant partner just waiting to be taken. Now, hold both of his hands. He'll glide you above Sumeru City and show everyone there that you're his if you're still thinking about the question.

✧ - ZHONGLI

“Well, of course. Would you like to take a walk around the harbor for me to prove that?”

Zhongli senses your insecurity, and he wishes to alleviate your worries, so he takes you to a popular teahouse by a bridge. It's not that grand or special, but he keeps you close to him as you both sip away at your tea and embrace the company of one another.

yes, this was a heathers reference.

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wanderingconstellations · 7 months

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kunikuzushi finds out what sex is and gets addicted to it 🫣

Kuni being an asshole. Kuni being the definition of a loser. Face sitting. Pussy eating. Pussy drunk Kuni. Oral (Receiving & Giving). Afab Reader. Creampie n' shit. Lmk if I missed anything.

Kuni who finds out about what sex is, and is completely and utterly addicted to how your walls suck and tug him in. The sensation, the way you moan and whimper at how his length hits at all the right spots. He loves it.

"Kuni.. I'm making breakfast, you can't just have me for breakfast."

Kuni didn't give two shits if you weren't food, your pussy was too good to give up! He can't help it really. He's already shoving his face in between your legs and pulling your panties down, immediately licking and sucking your pussy like he hasn't even eaten in years.

Of course, you ended up succumbing to his ministrations and end up bucking your cunt into his mouth, gladly letting him ravish it as much as he wants.

For lunch.. he already has you sitting on his face, riding your high on his tongue, smearing sticky cum all over his mouth and nose. He can happily die down here, your pussy is so good, it's literally dripping down his chin at this point.

Dinner? Oh no, you don't need to make dinner for him or yourself, he'll just make you suck on his dick and later making you ride it once you're done. Honestly, it's tiring, feeding this horny man with your cum everytime. Truly unbelievable.

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soursweetarrie · 23 days

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👉👈 scaramouche kazuha and xiao threesum? love you babes!

🫶🏻. THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST, ANONNIE ! .🫶🏻

"Oh, shit," Xiao groans, throwing his head back as he pushes yours on his cock. You cry, eyes blurry. Kazuha consoles you, feather light touches on your cheek, wiping away your tears. Scaramouche laughs, thrusting harder. "You feel so tight, slut,"

Kazuha shoots him a glare, but Scaramouche merely grins at him. You let out a muffled sob as Xiao releases his load down your throat, sticky and salty on your tongue. You pull off, but choke a little as Scaramouche pulls you on his lap. Kazuha leans forward and fondles with your body, cupping your face and trailing kisses down your neck.

Your breath hitches as you look back at Scaramouche's smug expression. Xiao huffs, lighting a cigarette and leaning back.

"You're so beautiful, y/n," Kazuha whispers in your ear, making you moan. Scaramouche grits his teeth, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm about to cum,"

you grab onto Kazuha's shoulders, shivering, moaning, as the sensation of Scaramouche's cum painting your walls white brings you to your own orgasm. Kazuha takes you gently, the polar opposite of Scaramouche's harsh grasp on your hips. He kisses you passionately, and pushes his cock into you. You hear Scaramouche hog Xiao of his cigarette, but it's distant as Kazuha rams into you, telling you how good you are.

You didn't last long at all, but it wasn't like the three were finished with you for tonight.

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fictoculus · 8 months

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౨ৎ how they kiss...

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FEAT... albedo, alhaitham, ayaka, ayato, childe, chongyun, cyno, diluc, ei, gorou, heizou, itto, kaeya, kaveh, kazuha, kokomi, ningguang, sara, scara, tighnari, venti, xiao, zhongli

☆ one at a time, but still carrying a lot of meaning.

yes, it may just be one kiss, but it speaks more than words ever could. you can feel the love they have for you in the way their lips slot perfectly with yours, being so gentle with you as their hands carress your cheeks. it's a short kiss, but long enough for the world to silence just for a moment, as if it were only the two of you, alone together...

diluc, kazuha, alhaitham, albedo, xiao, cyno, zhongli

☆ shy kisses, always looking over their shoulder to make sure you aren't being watched.

it's not that they find being with you embarassing, archons, no, but they can just never seem to gather the confidence to lock lips with yours around other people, or even kiss your cheek. it does mean they're all over you once you're alone though! as much as they like kissing you, they like to show their affection in other ways too, like bringing you gifts or helping with chores, though they might sneak a kiss in here and there...

chongyun, gorou, xiao

☆ peppers your face, teasing around your lips.

oh, how they love to tease, ghosting their lips over yours, only to move past them and onto your cheek, up to your forehead, and around to your other cheek. hell, maybe even down your neck, but never on your lips. don't get me wrong, they want to feel your lips on theirs just as badly as you do, but they can't give it you that easily...

venti, childe, itto, kaeya, alhaitham (behind closed doors), tighnari, heizou

☆ forehead kisses is as far as they'll go in public.

they aren't huge fans of pda, the thought of having so many pairs of eyes on them sending shivers down their spine (or maybe even a feeling of disgust). they do love you though, and as soon as you're together behind closed doors, they'll show you. their lips crash onto yours as soon as the door clicks shut, not pulling away until you're gasping for air...

scara, gorou, xiao, tighnari

☆ rarely kisses you in public because of their status.

if only they weren't so well known across the nation, maybe you'd be able to sneak a kiss every now and then, but with all eyes on them as it is, there's no way you'd be able to convince them. they love you so much it hurts, but sometimes there has to be limits; damaging their social status would only cause a domino effect, eventually taking it's toll on you too, and they can't have that...

ayato, ei, ayaka, ningguang, cyno, sara, kokomi, gorou

☆ countless kisses, they don't even realise it, it's become habit.

they must give you hundreds of kisses a day, it would be impossible to count. they think nothing of it; kissing you whenever they see you; when they need to get your attention; when you have sauce on your lips; goodbye kisses; goodnight kisses; good morning kisses... the list goes on and on. they never seem to stop, and quite frankly, you don't want them to...

kaveh, itto, thoma, venti, childe, heizou

thanks for reading ♡ want to read more? my requests are OPEN, so please feel free to let me know what you'd like me to write next!

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yelshin · 1 year

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GINGER TRAUMA | PT2 | MLIST

﹙SCARAMOUCHE/WANDERER X FEM READER﹚

An: The pt1 spoiling isn't ENOUGH for Meowmouche so heres another day of spoiling him😈

Tw:3.3 SCARAMOUCHE LORE SPOILERS, cursing, kuni and reader bullying ginger, mention of blood/cuts, Childe calling Kuni a demon😢, yandere thoughts ig???

After long tiring day you can't wait to go home and cuddle with your very very sweet kitten; kuni!

"[name]!" Childe greeted you while you're on your way home "oh! Childe! What's sup?" You greeted him back and he seem s little bit of nervous "well uhh.. i was wondering if i could spend a night at your house? Like a sleepover ykyk" he touched his nape a little embarrassed "Ofc! You're welcome to my house as always" you smiled at him before walking to your home

Sooner or later the ginger will regret falling for your sweet trap.

"OW! STOP IT YOU DEMON CAT-" you sweat drop at the sight of childe being bullied by your cat; scratching his face with his sharp nails

"im very sorry childe but maybe Kuni have a problem with you.." "I DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING!一STOP IT!" He tried to keep Kuni out of his face but he can't because Kuni was gripping on his clothes that it will tear off soon..

"maybe he have a problem on your existence" you gave childe a close-eyed-smile "ARE YOU SERIOUSLY TAKING YOUR CATS SIDE WHO ONLY KNOW YOU FOR LIKE A WEEK INSTEAD OF YOUR POOR FRIEND一OW!" He argued and you feel a little guilty but it was his fault not You cat.. right?

"he's adorable yk.." you wipe a fake tear before patting your lap and Kuni immediately stopped bullying Childe and cuddle at your lap as if he did nothing

"both of you are gingerphobic" "Im glad you know^^" you could see the veins popping out of Childe's forehead while he eats his dinner specially made by you ofc

After dinner You and Childe decided to watch a movie at your laptop but while attempting to lay his head on your shoulder your cat didn't seem to like it. So Kuni decided to scratch Childe on his cheek leaving a wound "OW-! THIS DEMON ISTG"

This time Childe expects you to protect him but to his suprise you just shrugged your shoulders "Its your fault for doing something he doesn't like"

Childe.is.close.to.crying.

"[name] idk what in the world did this cat did to you or cast on you but CAN'T YOU SEE HE'S A LITTLE DEMON???" "WHAT DO YOU MEAN A DEMON?! BE GLAD IM LETTING U HAVE A SLEEPOVER AT MY HOUSE AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO CALL MY SWEET ANGEL INNOCENT KITTY KUNI?? HOW DARE YOU." You glared at Childe who seem clutching his chest letting out fake crocodile tears.

"oh my sweet [name] this isn't you.." Childe sighs before going to sleep at the guest room while you grinned and have a highfive with Kuni before giggling "Now we can watch movie together WITHOUT someone THIRDWHEELING"

At the very next morning you woke up with Kuni snuggling at your chest comfortably and you noticed a note at the coffee table meaning Childe already left this morning

Grinning to yourself you decided to spoil your Kuni again "c'mon Kuni.. wake up we're going on a date!" You slightly poke him and he soon open his eyes before stretching. You got up and do your morning routine with him!

Brushing your teeth beside him while you gave him his own cat Colgate (yk those things for pets to not have stinky breathing ykyygejsg), cooking while he's on your apron pockets watching you cook his and yours breakfast, eating with you while you eat on the floor with him watching him eat because he's cute while eating!

"say wanna go to the near cat café i found? That would be fun because you can make friends there! Also thinking of adopting another kitten.." You see him staring at you with sad eyes, he didn't want you to adopt another kitten! You already have him as your kitten and you dont wanna pay another 3k+ for the other kittens things.. (wow surprisingly he wants you to save money for himself LMAO💀一)

"Welcome! Please make yourself comfortable" you sat at the chair near the window before placing Kuni at the table watching cats climb up to the chair and play with him.. but he doesn't seem to get along with the cats very well...

He keeps hissing at them and even attempt to scratch them with his sharp nails, you thought that the ginger cat reminds him of Childe thats why he's acting like that

After finishing your order you head out of the cafe and decided to buy your Kuni some.. toys

Listen he can't just scratch the side of the sofas, the carpet and other things yk so why not buy him his OWN toys?. You're back again at the same pet shop; the place where you spoiled Kuni

"Kuni since you've been scratching other things lately... Especially childe (except the fact he's a human) i decided that we should buy you some toys hm? Are you ready to make my wallet heavy again?" You smiled towards the small kitten before pushing the cart grabbing almost every.single.toy.

Deep inside Kuni was a little bit worried about the prices (oops did i spoil?) What about the electricity bills? The water bills? What about YOUR food? But you look like you don't care about anything or anyone right now but him.

"I think we should build you your own room dont you think?" You put your hand under your chin thinking about his very own room look like before grinning.

"Alright! Time to be broke again!"

An: OKAY PT3 WILL BE POSTED SOON AND I HAVE ALL OF IT PLANNED WHSGRHHE

Taglist: @kunikuzushicandegrademefr

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covenantofthedeep · 8 months

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to kiss in cars and downtown bars ☆

☆ feat. | kazuha, venti, kunikuzushi, heizou, xiao and aether! ☆ summary | you go out to a bar with them. antics ☆ tw: mentions of alcohol and bars, suggestive - reader is referred to as "pretty", "beautiful" , "handsome" etc ☆ author's note | this is perfectly normal i am perfectly normal for venti i am so n o rmal. im so sorry if this is too suggestive

venti |

you're sitting on one of the high barstools, watching venti out of the corner of your eye. he's singing, gesturing wildly with the hand that's holding a wineglass filled with something that looks like champagne, and his hair's not in its typical two braids; you'd watched a group of girls do it up in a singular loose dutch braid. you wonder, briefly, how it would look loose, cascading around his face and catching on his cheekbones. you wonder how it would look if you ran your hands through it, how it would look sticking up? you wonder how he would look untucked, maybe if you kissed him....

when you snap out of your reverie, he's staring right at you, a knowing smirk ticking up the corner of his lips. as if he knows exactly what you're thinking. a hot flush spreads up from your chest, and you're positive you've turned red. the flashing lights play across his face as he tilts his head, and suddenly the room is far too hot, far too confining, and you're regretting coming out at all. you turn away and flash a smile at the bartender, setting a few bills down on the counter before gathering your purse and shouldering your way through the crowd.

outside, it's started to drizzle, and the air is cool and crisp on your fiery cheeks. you close your eyes and turn your face towards the stars, listening to the sounds of the bar behind you, the wind whistling through your hair. you shiver; it had been warmer when you had left and so you had neglected to bring a jacket, and now goosebumps pop up all over your arms. you sigh, thumbing your phone in your purse, ready to call a taxi to take you home, when someone grabs your arm from behind.

you spin around, muffling a shriek--and realize it's venti. he's smiling at you in that self-satisfied way, the same smirk he was giving you in the bar, the same smirk that has your heart pounding faster than it should be and your cheeks flushing. "venti!" you stutter out, squinting at him. "what are you doing out here? you should be in there." you gesture in the vague direction of the club.

venti's gaze flicks up and down your body, and suddenly, despite the goosebumps, you're far too hot. "well," he says, shifting from foot to foot, and is it your imagination, or does he look nervous? "well, you looked intoxicated. and i thought i should check on you, and help you get home, since you're my friend."

at that word, friend, you deflate. of course. you're just imagining things. you're just friends. you clear your throat. "i appreciate it, but i'm fine, really. i'm just tired, seriously. i think i'll call a cab and go home."

venti quirks an eyebrow, toying with a loose strand of hair that hangs in front of his face. you're seized with the sudden urge to tuck it behind his ear and you entertain the idea. just friends. "do you want me to walk with you?" he asks. "it's such a lovely night, you can see all the stars!"

you can't help yourself; you glance up. raindrops pitter down your face, trickling down the neckline of your top. you shiver. clouds coat the sky, a quilt of puffy gray against a deep navy background. "you can't see any stars, venti," you say, exasperated, still looking up. "and i'm cold. i think i'll just.. call a taxi. thank--" you look at him and cut yourself off, because he's staring at you.

the look in his eyes sends a sucker punch to your gut, knocking the wind out of your lungs and seizing you with the urge to curl into yourself. then he blinks and the moment's gone, and he's holding out his coat. "here," he says gently. "i'll walk with you."

you take it from him, and your fingers graze his, and it feels like you've been dipped into a pot of molten lava.

walking home is almost torture; walking just so apart, close enough that your fingers brush when you step but not enough for you to grab his hand if you wanted. the rain soaks your hair, plastering it to your forehead and droplets collect on his eyelashes like diamonds. when you reach your door, he smiles. "have a good night, yn," he tells you, turning to make his way off of your stoop.

"wait," you call, taking off his jacket. the rain plunges around you in ice-cold sheets, and you miss it already; the smell of champagne and flowers clinging to the warm fabric. he glances over his shoulder. "keep it," he says. "i'll get it next time."

and he winks.

kazuha |

when kazuha calls you, for some reason, you pick up. and, for some reason, when he invites you to the bar downtown (it'll be fun, i promise) you say yes. when he hangs up, you cradle your head in your hands and debate calling him back and cancelling, but then again, it's been a hard week, and maybe a night out is just what you need?

lurking in the corner of the bar, you realize that a night out is not what you need. the bar is hot and stuffy, and everyone reeks of cheap alcohol and cigarettes. you wish desperately for your bed, and you lost track of kazuha an hour ago. you cup your hand around your phone screen, squinting to see the time, and realize that it's almost dead. "shit," you mutter. "shit, shit. shit." you lean your head back against the wall and close your eyes, considering walking home or maybe taking public transport? but at this hour, the buses are notoriously known to be packed full of drunks and junkies, and you have no desire to deal with that, not now.

"hey, yn," slurs a voice near your ear. "yn, yn, yn! yn! can you hear me? yn!"

you jerk your eyes open and squint. "kazuha? are you... are you drunk?"

kazuha laughs; a noise so uncaring and free, so unlike his usual self that you have no choice but to smile. his usually pale cheeks are flushed, whether it be from the drink or the heat, you don't know. his hair hangs around his face, and the top button of his shirt has come undone. you wrench your eyes away from it and search his face instead. "drunk? me?" he asks, so innocent and dubious that you could've believed him if it weren't for the fact that he's leaning heavily against the wall. "i'm not drunk. i haven't drunk anything tonight. i'm just saying hi to my favorite pretty friend. can i not say hi to my favort.. favort... favorite pretty friend?"

you flush, tearing your eyes away from his face. "do you know how you'll get home, kazuha?"

he ignores this question and instead takes your face in his hands. "your eyes," he says, eyebrows furrowing, "are like pools. i could, i could dive in them. and swim. mmm, i love swimming." he lets go of your cheekbones, the skin where his hands were on you burning, almost as if on fire. "hmmm."

"okay, that's enough," you say, taking his elbow and steering him towards the exit. "i'll take you home. do you have a car?"

"yes! yes, i have a car. i drove here. are you going to drive me, favorite pretty friend?" he asks, wrapping an arm around your waist.

and so you wind up in kazuha's shitty red bug, his forehead resting against the dashboard. "kazuha?" you ask worriedly. "are you going to puke?"

he laughs dryly. "maybe. it wouldn't make a difference, not in this shitty car anyway. it's already been ... trashed." he leans back in his seat, finally, and gazes up at the stars. "the sky looks beautiful," he whispers, almost to himself. then he looks at you, the sparkles of the constellations reflected in his eyes causing you to blink and lose your focus for a moment.

the rest of the ride passes in silence, with you occasionally glancing over to check on his state--every single time, he's watching you. you can feel his eyes rake over your body, pausing when he gets to your eyes. you shift uncomfortably in your seat; why is he doing this? after maybe the fifth minute of this, you pull the car over. "okay, what is it?"

"what?" he asks quickly, folding his hands in his lap.

"why do you keep... staring at me? looking at me? do i have food on my face?" nervousness keeps you rambling, keeps you from looking at him.

"oh, i... no," he mutters, and when you finally do look at him, a flush is creeping up his neck.

"then?" you demand, impatient. you hadn't signed up for this, babysitting a drunk kazuha when you could've been tucked into your bed with your book, maybe some ice cream.

"i was just, i was just thinking how much i'd like to... kiss you."

you freeze; opening your mouth, and then closing it. "i'm sorry, what?"

and then he's holding your face, similar to the way he did in the bar, and tipping your chin up. his hair falls into your face, feather-light strands brushing your cheeks. his eyes catch onto yours, intoxicating, filled with the night sky. he brings his lips to yours, and he tastes like sweet champagne and, undeniably, kazuha.

when he pulls away, your hands are shaking on the steering wheel and he settles back with a self-satisfied smirk. "well," he says conversationally, his flushed cheeks and blown pupils shattering his façade of nonchalance. "now that we've got that out of the way, shall we continue?"

kunikuzushi |

you heave a sigh, nursing a coke, scrolling through instagram on your phone. why are you here, at a dinky bar, with kuni nowhere in sight? he had been glued to your side for practically the entire night; sullen, quiet, and holding a bloody mary from which he had taken exactly two sips, and then all of a sudden, he'd vanished.

now, in his place, is a burly boy with his hair combed aggressively away from his face--he's been trying to buy you drinks all night, all of which you had politely refused. now, he's teetering on the edge between tipsy and fully, completely, wasted. "oh, come on, you pretty little thing," he urges. "just one drink? just one drink and one dance, come on."

you fight the urge to get up and leave; that'll make him angry, and in his current state, you don't want to deal with it. "no, thank you," you say again, politely. "i'm the designated driver for my friend, and i have to stay sober."

he rolls his eyes heavily, taking a huge swig from the current drink in his hand. "oh, but fuck that, handsome. you can just come home with me, and your friend can call an uuuuber. come on, i promise i'll make it worthwhile!"

you shove down a retch and flash him a civil smile, turning back to your phone. you jump when he slams a glass down in front of you. "drink!" he shouts, and you cringe away from his flying spittle. "drink, godammit! i said, drink, i don't care about your pathetic little friend!"

you open your mouth, ready to bite back a retort and storm out of here, fuck kuni, when none other than kuni stands between you and the man. all five-foot-four of him. you can't help but feel flattered, his hat clenched in his fist and his hair mussed. he leans close to the man and whispers something in his ear that causes him to jerk back and settle on a stool at the other end of the counter.

"kuni," you breathe, grabbing his shoulder. he spins around, looking at a spot above your right ear. "kuni, thank you. i mean--i could've handled it, but thank you."

"i know you could've handled it," he spits out. "i just. well. i wanted to help. you've been sitting here, and you look so--" he clamps his mouth shut, pointedly looking at your eyebrow. "anyways. are you ready to go?"

you shake your head, confused. "i mean, yes-- i am, but i thought you were having fun? don't you... we can stay here a little longer, i don't mind."

"no," he says stiffly. "no, we're going. i would like to go now, so we are. unless you'd rather stay here with that guy?" he raises an eyebrow and gestures towards the man he'd just run off.

you can't suppress the chuckle that bubbles out of your chest. classic kuni, ditching halfway through and taking everyone with him. although in this case you can't be annoyed, judging how you weren't enjoying yourself anyway.

"okay, no, no, i'm coming," you laugh, grabbing his hand. "c'mon, it's an absolute madhouse. keep ahold of me while we go through, otherwise who knows what would happen?"

kuni has seized up, looking at your hand in his, his hat dangling limply from his other hand. "um," he mutters. "um, i. yeah, sure." and he drags you through the crowd.

kuni's hand in yours, his rough callouses against your smooth palm, sends sparks up your arm. you want to watch his constantly angry face split into a smile--or at least ease up on the frown. you want to watch him laugh. and you want to kiss that bastard.

the two of you emerge from the bar, stepping out of the suffocating heat into cold night air that can't be above freezing. why had you opted to go sleeveless? you shiver, rubbing your hands up and down your arms, casting a glance at kuni's thick jacket. "kuni," you say, smiling at him. "can i borrow your jacket? it's so cold out, and i don't want to walk home...."

kuni scoffs. "who said we were walking home? it's cold, i don't want you to -- i mean, it's too cold for this. my ears are going numb."

you tilt your head. "you don't want me to what?"

his pale cheeks go red. "i mean, i don't want you to catch a cold." you laugh, and he quickly adds, "just because, you know, then you wouldn't be able to drive me anywhere! no other reason, that's it, i promise."

he looks so flustered you almost feel sorry for him, but you can't stop. "you're worried about me, aren't you?"

he crosses his arms. "i'm not. i am not worried about you. stop smiling at me like that! it makes me want to--" he cuts himself off, but this time you don't goad him. you look at him, your heart a butterfly in your chest, your hand warm in his. you step a little bit closer and bend and place a kiss on his cheek. "just for warmth," you tell him, his face beet red and his hand death gripping yours.

xiao |

somehow you've persuaded xiao to let you put his hair up into a ponytail, and archons, you want to kiss him.

you lean against him as he tugs on his hair, scowling at his reflection in his phone camera. "xiao, leave it alone," you tell him, pushing his hands away. "it looks good! it looks good. i promise."

he sighs. "i guess if you say so," he mutters, tucking his phone into his slacks and shouldering his way into the bar. you lag behind, watching the muscles of his arms tense as he reaches up--again--to tighten the ponytail. he turns around and flashes you a small smile, pointing towards the bar. you give him a thumbs-up, grab a coke, and lean against the wall.

it's two hours later, after you've struck up a conversation with a boy--he's awfully cute, you have to admit--that you realize you haven't seen xiao in quite some time and you haven't checked your phone. pulling it out, you see that xiao's blown it up with texts, ranging from yn, where are you? to yn, i'm going to leave without you to yn, coem hep me. you excuse yourself and stand up on your tiptoes, scanning the floor, a furrow creasing between your eyebrows. he didn't really leave without you, did he?

arms wrap around you from behind and you whirl around, coming face-to-face with xiao's chips-of-gold eyes, his nose an inch away from yours. "yn," he says, his voice a deep rumble. "there you are, i've been looking for ages."

you stumble back. his breath smells like wine, and he smells like his cologne--sharp, faintly floral. you inhale deeply, reveling in the smell, and then ask, "xiao, are you drunk?"

he scoffs, shaking his head, but you can tell--he's listing to the side, his hands gripping your shoulders far too tight, his last couple of texts. that explains it. sober xiao would never be this close to you, let alone touch you. and yet, you wonder, staring at his lips, if perhaps...? what other things could drunk xiao do?

you step closer, grabbing onto his forearms. "do we need to leave? are you tired?"

"no," he replies, turning his head. you watch his adam's apple bob and wonder, again, what it would be like to kiss him. "i was just... tired of you flirting with that pretty boy."

you let loose a sharp burst of a laugh, thinking that this must be a joke. it has to be. xiao would never say anything like this, xiao would never act like this, this has to be a fluke. but when you look at him, his eyes are serious, his face unsmiling. "oh, xiao," you say finally. "are you jealous? you shouldn't be. you're awfully pretty as well, you know." and then you clap a hand to your mouth, surprised that you said that. out loud. to xiao.

but he's smiling at you now, his eyes crinkling at the corners, making him look absolutely irresistible. "am i, now?"

and he watches you flounder for words, burying your face in your hands. "no," you reply, your voice muffled. "you're... hideous. ugly. disgusting, even."

"hmm. sure, yn," he says, stooping to pull your hands away from your burning face. "let's get you home. i think you're a little drunk." and with that, he plants a kiss on your mouth.

shikanoin heizou |

you and heizou had planned to meet at the bar, because you lived on opposite sides of the city and catching a taxi together seemed more like a waste of money than anything. he'd called and let you know that he was standing just inside, so you head for the door and let yourself in, shoving yourself past the crush of bodies, desperately scanning the crowd for any glimpse of inazuma's famous detective. finally, you see him, and your heart... stops.

his hair is loose, his usual headband missing, and he's in something so much simpler than what he usually wears--your heart starts up again and stutters, and you wonder briefly how you haven't fainted yet. "heizou!" you shout, gesturing wildly. he turns away from the girl he's talking to, and his smile freezes on his face. his eyes rove up and down your body, taking you in, and his gaze pins you in place. you couldn't move, you think, even if he asked you to. not with those eyes on you.

you curtsy, trying to deflect his attention from you, trying to get him to stop staring at you like that. "yn." he smiles, winking at you. "look at you, all dressed up. i can hardly keep my eyes off you." you blush, knowing he's just a flirt and he says this to everyone, but you can't help but wonder, just a little, what it would be like to have him all to yourself.

"you look not too shabby yourself," you manage to force out, butterflies taking flight in your stomach when he grabs your wrist and yanks you out towards the dance floor.

it's five songs later when you protest against another dance, claiming your feet hurt--you've got blisters on the back of your feet and your toes feel like they're being severed with a chainsaw. you're not drunk, but he's vaguely tipsy, more flirtatious than usual; his hand is on your hip and the other is on the back of your neck, cradling it like you're going to kiss him. which you just might.

"noooo, yn," heizou whines, reaching for you as you peel off your heels and step back. you laugh. "heizou, you'll have no problem finding someone else to dance with. i guarantee it."

he pouts. "but i want you to dance with me! no one else! yn, please, please, please...."

the words send sparks through your chest and a flush rising in your cheeks, but you sit down on a chair. "no," you say firmly. "heizou, seriously. you're a dignified detective, act like it!"

he makes his way over to you and plops down by your feet, resting his cheek on your bare knee. "i am always dignified," he says, his voice muffled by his position. he turns so that his chin digs into your kneecap, and normally you'd push him off, but for some reason, you can't move. the place where his chin is on your knee is burning hot, boiling even, and you wish desperately that you were outside, sitting on the curb in the cool night air.

and that's where you wind up ten minutes later, heizou leaning against you, waiting for a taxi. "i don't understand why you don't have a car," you say, gently trying to shove him off.

"i don't understand why you don't," he retorts, braiding a strand of your hair. you sigh.

"it's just not logical for me. i can take the bus. but you can't, because you have no idea how to take a bus."

heizou rolls his eyes. "i can too take a bus. i'll prove it to you." he makes to stand up, but you grab his arm and pull him down.

"you can prove it to me another time, when you're not so... inebriated."

"inebriated," he repeats. he turns so that he's looking at you, staring right at you, your gaze caught in his, unable to look away. he leans closer, as though he's going to kiss you, and for a moment, you think he might. maybe, if you could just....

a honk blares beside you, and the two of you jump apart as though electrocuted. heizou's flushing, not looking at you, rubbing the back of his neck, and you're sure you look the same.

"a cab?" the driver asks, uncaring of what he's just interrupted. "a cab for ... yn?"

aether |

aether's handsome, and he's been staring at you for the better part of the last fifteen minutes. you and aether are friends; not best friends, not acquaintances. but you're just friends, which is what you keep repeating to yourself when you're seized with the urge to grab his face and kiss him senseless. he's in a loose black top with the upper two buttons undone, his face is flushed with heat, and his hair is escaping its typical braid.

"here," aether says, sliding a drink over to you. you take it from him, raising it in a cheers. you take a sip, closing your eyes. when you open them, aether's making a face at you over your glass, and you choke. as you're about to lower it down, he reaches out a finger and tips the glass up, spilling juice all over you. you cough, gripping the counter for support, frantically fanning the air in front of your face as though it would help.

aether cackles madly, snorting as you gasp for air. a dimple forms in one cheek, the perfect size to press your thumb to it. "oh, that was funny. oh, the look on your face!" he picks up his drink and takes a sip, making a face at the sharp taste.

"it's not funny!" you wheeze, crossing your arms--and then lowering them as you realize that you can't breathe.

"it was so funny," he retorts, setting his drink down. he leans closer. "you have to admit," he says seriously, eyes searching your face, "that it was funny. you're laughing."

you want to slap him, but you also want to grab his hair and pull. would it be soft, you wonder? would it tangle around your fingers....

you shake your head to clear your thoughts, almost as if they're cobwebs. you let loose a final bark of a cough and cast a glare at the glass that sits beside you, pushing it away. aether tilts his head and studies you, sipping his drink slowly. you lean closer and watch his eyes widen a fraction, bracing your elbows on his knees. his face flushes slightly--and you knock the bottom of the glass up, spilling the liquid inside all down the front of his shirt.

aether splutters, jerking his knees up so that your hands slip and you have to right yourself on the stool, laughing. "oh, you should've seen your face!" you tease, handing him a stack of napkins.

aether stops scrubbing at his shirt and sets his napkins down. you can't tell if he's gathering his composure or plotting something back against you, and you study his face, trying to figure out what he's thinking, when he reaches for you and grabs the back of your neck with one hand and your waist with the other, standing right in front of you. his face is so close to yours that you can feel his breath, smelling like alcohol and cherries. his eyes are wide, his pupils blown, and yet his lips never touch yours.

he finally pulls back, and your whole body is hot, and you find that your fingers have found their way to his wrist and your nails dug into his flesh. "you should've seen your face," he says, grabbing the pile of napkins beside him.

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transmascaraa · 5 months

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bf!wanderer headcannons!

it's 3am and you have a "really important" question for him.

bf!wanderer x gn!reader

author's note: i might do a couple more characters like this cuz i like it :D (someone pls tell me if you like it too cuz i wanna continue)

"do you think that clouds taste like candy?"

-it's been like 5 minutes and you're still trying to wake him up. (he's just acting to be asleep to piss you off)

-after the nth attempt you finally manage to "wake him up".

-"what do you want... it's like midnight... what could be oh-so-important that you have to wake me up this late..."

-"a really important question."

-"and that question is..." he's expecting the worst. he just knows it's dumb. he's looking at you as if you're about to say the stupidest thing ever(he's not wrong completely)

-"do you think that clouds taste like candy?"

-he just stares blankly at you for a few seconds.

-"what-?"

-"do you think that clouds taste like candy?" you repeat the question.

-"what the fuck-"

-"i'm being serious!"

-"wh- huh- i- did you wake me up for that-?" he looks so offended rn

-"yes! answer my question and i can sleep peacefully!"

-"in that case- i think they'd taste like cotton candy. i'd throw up if i tried one of them."

-you finally got an answer! not what you wanted but... at least you got it, i guess?

-"alright, thank you!" you smile at him so innocently

-"you're welcome?..." he's so confused

-you're giving him a look that screams "CAN YOU PLEASE HOLD ME WHILE WE SLEEP??? CAN WE CUDDLE??? PRETTY PLEASE???"

-he just can't hide the blush on his face despite the room being pitch black.

-he just pulls you close to him and says a little "fuck you.."

-"i love you too, kuni... goodnight!..." falling asleep so happy... and look at him fighting the so-called "emotions".

-"goodnight..."

-he's literally blushing so hard but thinks it's okay just because you can't see him(you know exactly what he's like at that moment but you don't wanna ruin the moment)

-before you entirely fell asleep, you heard him mutter a soft "i love you too, idiot..."

-you smiled to yourself and just tightened your hold on him(he didn't mind)

-and that's how the two of you fell asleep so cutely and romantically that night(happens every night)

~~~~~

TYSM FOR READING.

this is so cringy to me but i love it sm it's so cute.

lmk if you like these at all lol

have a good day/night<3

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fairykazu · 5 months

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you, me and the universe ft. bf! scara

masterlist . moonflwr masterlist

scaramouche doesn't understand your antics and how you always manage to pull out a "what if" question out of nowhere. of course, he does reply to all with them, with truth. he remembers when "will you still love me if i was a worm?" was trending and you were reposting on tiktok cute replies to the question. however, when you asked him that question, he said, "no."

you were incredibly distraught, "what do you mean??" he laughed at your demise until he noticed how you were fed up with him. "sorry, excuse me, let me explain."

you glanced at him with a look that only said, "explain yourself."

"okay, i wouldn't love you still if you were the worm. i'll love you as a worm while you're a worm. well?"

"that is so cute but question, so you wouldn't want to turn me back into a human???"

he pinched his nose bridge, "aiya, what was the point of asking, name? and yes, i would turn you back into a human with the resources from ei."

"just asking if you would love me the same." you said with a sigh.

he exhaled a laugh before pulling you into his arms, his hands resting on your waist. you rested your chin against the nape of his neck, the very end of his hair tickling you. you can feel his warmth from his hands against your back. "i would love you the same regardless of what form you take."

you smiled against his neck, kissing it lightly, "you're so cute, honey. it's the same for me."

it's 3am, you and scaramouche is already in bed, but you're wide awake and still thinking about the alternative universes trend on tiktok, "do you think we would still be ___ in different universes?" you know you had gotten the answer you liked from scaramouche, but you just need one more answer to this question and you'll fall asleep peacefully. rolling to his side of the bed, your body stopped at his. you poked his cheek, "honey..."

he peeked with one of his eyes before opening both, "hmm.. g'morning?" his hair was sprawled out on the pillow and his hands snaked underneath the comforter, bringing you closer to him. his hands were so much warmer than your body, maybe because you're wearing a t-shirt. you curled closer to him, stealing a bit of his warmth.

grabbing your phone, the blue light reflecting on your screen, you checked the clock, around three fifty. you replied "it’s not morning yet but i have a question again."

he already guessed it from your tone. "is it from tiktok again?" gosh, do you ask so many questions specifically from tiktok? probably if he was able to guess it again. you nervously laugh,

"unfortunately."

"ask away."

scaramouche was piecing together the random tiktoks you have been reposting and the question from earlier to see how you were trying to ask a question about alternative universes. "so what youre asking is that do you think we would be together in every universe?"

you nodded, although he couldn't see it, he heard the folds of the blanket shift. "i don't think we would be together romantically every universe. but it doesn't matter how many universes there are. there will always be a version of me standing by your side, romantically, platonically, beyond the forms of humanity and even as pixels, 3x3 apart."

you chuckled as you rolled away from scaramouche. he knew he made you flustered from just that. "honey, come back, are you flustered?"

"nooo???"

"c'mere." of course, you were pulled back by scaramouche. "let's go to sleep."

"don't you want to hear my answer?"

"i don't have to. i know what you mean," he rested his chin on your shoulder as your legs tangled with his.

"but i want to express it."

"then go ahead."

"i think you're right. we wouldn't be together romantically every universe. but every other universe, i'll be there for you too."

"very original, name."

"well, you took the words out of my mouth."

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cerberuscaeli · 1 year

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Genshin AU; Scaramouche x Female Reader

Summary: After an accident, you somehow end up being labeled as one of the victims his girlfriend, all due to an assumption from a stranger that passed it along to the paramedics. And after waking up and using this as an excuse to figure out how he was doing, you end up in a web full of lies where you have to pretend to be his girlfriend while figuring out a way to escape this all.

Pairings: Scaramouche/Kunikuzushi x F!Reader

Genre: Alternate Universe / AU

Warnings: Detailed description of an accident, mentions of an accident, mentions of (heavy) injuries (eg broken bones, etc), mentions of the ICU, some curse words, mentions of dying/dead but nothing character wise. Loads of angst. I don't have experience with accidents or medical stuff, chances of a lot of mistakes about that. English is not my native language, and this can contain grammar and spelling mistakes. // Let me know if I missed any other warnings!

Words: 3.3k

AN: Longest chapter/fic I've typed out so far! This will be a series but I don't know how many chapters it will contain or when a new chapter will be released. I also put so much effort in this one so I really hope y'all like it.

Reblogs and comments are appreciated if you want to help me in boosting my work.

You drummed with your fingers on your steering wheel as you stood in front of the stop lights, waiting for the red light to turn green. It was late, the streets were quiet and empty, and due to it being winter, the sky turned dark fast. You turned the volume a bit up, looking around the empty streets. And while most people would take advantage of this situation, you didn’t mind waiting a bit. You didn’t have to be anywhere, you just finished getting some groceries and were heading back to your dorm.

Your eyes landed on a figure, standing on the other side of the road across from you, just like you waiting for the lights to spring to green. He was sitting on his bicycle, one hand resting on the side of the street lantern to keep himself in balance so he didn’t have to place his feet on the ground. For a brief moment, your eyes met his. There was a certain familiarity in those but you couldn’t recall a moment where you ever had met him. But maybe he went to the same college as yours and who knows you had gotten a glimpse of him somehow. You slightly shook your head, in time to see the lights turn green and you pressed the gas pedal of the small, rigged car you were driving in.

The motor rumbled as you started to drive, ready to make your turn but having to stop to let the person pass by as your indicator lights flicked on and off, you had to turn into the next street but had to wait for the passenger to cross the road. And then everything happened so fast, a dark car showed up from the dark, tires screeching in hopes to stop yet it still hit the boy on his bicycle. The car swayed, and the driver seemed to lose control over the car as you tried to escape with your car by trying to drive backward but before you could do so, the other car already rammed into the front part of your car as it hit the street light.��

Everything around you was spinning, your vision blurry as your hazy mind tried to clear up. Your breath was ragged and you blinked a few times to regain your vision. Your heart was thumping loudly and it took you a few seconds to remember what just happened a few seconds ago. You lifted your head up, taking in the surroundings as adrenaline coursed through your veins. What you saw now was something straight out of a horror movie, scenes you’ve read in the newspapers countless of times from the number of accidents that happened around the world.

The black car had dunked a big part of the front of your car, the driver's seat empty and the door open, and no further trace of the driver. Your eyes scanned the road, remembering a third person was involved in all of this, and that’s when you saw one of the most horrific things you’d never wanted to witness yourself. The boy was laying in the middle of the street, his bicycle a few meters away, which was fully dented and broken.

“Oh hell.” You muttered, voice hoarse and cracking as you blindly reached your hand out for your phone but failed to find it. You tried to remember the steps you had learned from the medical training course you had followed not so long ago. Safety. You had to bring both yourself and the others in safety. “Totally easy.” You grumbled sarcastically to yourself, using sarcasm as a way to keep yourself grounded and to hold back the panic that threatened to take over. “I have to get out first.” You started to talk to yourself, verbally guiding yourself through all of this. You knew you had to hurry, the boys' life depended on your help and it was not the moment to figure out your own injuries, or that was what you told yourself.

You quickly checked the situation you were in. Noticing how your left leg was stuck, it was pretty obvious but on the further side you didn’t notice any other injuries, but maybe that was because the adrenaline was keeping you from feeling the pain. “Here goes nothing.” You breathed, pushing your seat back to free your leg. You let the breath you were holding escape before turning your body towards the back of the car. The right door was getting blocked by the street light, so your only way out seemed to be the right backdoor. You unbuckled yourself, almost falling down as the strap had kept you steady but without it, you no longer had something that kept you up. You forced your body to crawl to the back, hissing and groaning as you tried to not scream from the pain as you kept one goal in mind. Safe the boy. It took you a lot of effort but you managed to get out safely.

You stumbled towards the boy laying on the street, limping as you headed over to him. The white line of the crosswalk was painted in dark red from the male his blood. His face was turned down so you couldn’t see if he had other injuries on his face or not. His body was laying in an unnatural position and no movement seemed to come from him. You carefully kneeled down, clenching your jaw when you felt a surging pain going through your right left, yet forcing yourself to keep lowering yourself. Two of your fingers moved to the side of his neck and while you kept your breath you hoped you could still feel a heartbeat.

Your eyes widened as you got the proof, he was still alive and you could feel his heartbeat against your fingers. Your eyes darted around in hopes to see someone but it was as empty as a place could ever be and yet you screamed. “Somebody! Someone help!” You used all the air you had in your lungs, hoping someone in one of the houses could hear your screaming. “I need help!” You screamed, managing to sound even louder than you were before.

You glanced down when something touched your hand - which was resting on the concrete to support yourself - meeting a pair of indigo eyes staring right up at you. His hand felt cold and instinctively you placed your other hand on his in hopes to warm it up and to let him know he wasn’t alone, in hopes of somehow comforting him. “Hey there.” You greeted him, forcing yourself to sound calm. “My name is Y/N and you’ve been in an accident but help is on the way, okay? All you need to do for me is to stay awake.” You instructed him in a soft tone, even though you weren’t sure if he did hear you or not, or if he even registered anything at all. “Sc…ar…a”, He forced out, his voice breaking and breath ragged as if he tried to force out some words. “Okay, Scara. You are gonna be fine okay? All you need to do for me is stay awake and listen to my voice and don’t move.” You went on, eyes never leaving his as you were afraid that if you would do so he would slip back into his unconsciousness and you knew from movies that it was never a good sign when that would happen.

You shifted your body, biting down on your lip as you groaned but that way you could hold his hand better. “‘M here and I’m not leaving you, okay? I’m not going anywhere until I know you’re safe.” You assured him or rather assured yourself. You couldn’t let him die, but maybe that was more a selfish thought, if he died on you he would leave you behind with guilt and the thought of you being the reason he died, and you didn’t want that to happen. No one wanted to see someone die on their watch.

You moved your eyes back to him, only to see them being closed. “Hey! Hey! Open your eyes! I told you to keep them open! Scara, Scara wake up!” You half screamed and half pleaded. “Please, please, just don’t die.” You begged before mustering up all the air in your lungs. “I need help!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, using all your leftover energy before you slumped down, falling on your back and head hitting the concrete. The adrenaline was fully gone, and now all you could feel was immense pain and tiredness. Everything you had done so far had taken a toll on you. And just when you wanted to give in to it, an unknown voice filled the streets, yelling that the paramedics were on their way and could be there any minute. And that was the last thing before you succumbed to the darkness.

Loud voices along with blaring sirens filled your ears, dragging you back to consciousness as paramedics stood around you. You moved your heavy head aside, seeing the spot beside you empty. “Where is…he-” “He’s on his way to the hospital. Your boyfriend’s gonna be fine.” One of the two paramedics that sat beside you responded. “But he’s not-” “Bring the stretcher! We’ve mobilized her, she’s ready to go!” The other one shouted straight to your words. “-my boyfriend.” You mumbled to finish your sentence, the only two words that the paramedic heard. “He’s at the hospital, they’re taking care of him.” He responded before they hoisted you up the stretcher and pushed it into the ambulance. You wanted to try and fight them, to tell them he was not your boyfriend but no words came out of your mouth as you drifted off once more.

You groaned when you woke up, getting blinded by bright light. “Careful.” A familiar voice scolded as you blinked your eyes open, meeting a pair of amber golden eyes. Xiao, your roommate, and best friend. “How bad is it?” You grumbled as you pushed yourself up, noticing how your left foot felt heavy. “You broke your left leg, and also broke your right wrist. Good combination if you’d ask me. Heavy concussion but you got very lucky, unlike your boyfriend.” Xiao deadpanned as you frowned. Boyfriend? You didn’t have a boyfriend? “Wait, I-” “He’s in the Intensive Care Unit, that’s as much they could tell me, something with me not being a relative to him.” Shrugged. “But you - apparently his girlfriend - will be able to get all the information.” Xiao went on.

You frowned as it all came back yet it was still vaguely. “I know they assumed it but I am sure I told them he wasn’t.” You say, shaking your head but stopping when you felt a stinging pain in your neck. Probably from a whiplash. “Does it matter?” Xiao asked. “Knowing you, I am sure you are dying to know how he is doing, I’d say take advantage of your title of being this stranger his girlfriend and pry out all the information you need.” He explained his plan. “And why are you convincing me to do so?” You frowned at him. “We used to be friends, years ago. Separated ways when we got to high school and he moved places. So can’t blame me for being a bit curious about how’s he doing.” He explained.

You glared at him before speaking. “I feel like you are just spitting out some lies.” You accused him as he rolled his eyes. “His name is Scaramouche, or well that’s how we called him at that time, it was more his nickname and I never asked questions about it,” Xiao spoke, defending himself. Scaramouche…Scara…that’s what he tried to say when- You quickly shook your head to banish the memories that were rising from what happened. “Okay, I believe you. Only because he said ‘Scara’ when…you know.” You say, not wanting to say or be reminded about the accident even though it was hard as you got injured and got yourself involved in some chaos.

Xiao nodded as he got up from where he had been sitting. “I’ll see if I can find someone that knows more and tell them you woke up.” He announced, pushing his hands into the pockets of his sweater. “Don’t go anywhere.” He spoke, his lips twitching in a smirk, knowing very well I had no choice as he walked out of the room to see if he could find a doctor. Xiao hadn’t lied when he told you that Scaramouche used to be his friend back in time and that he had moved away. They had managed to stay in contact until they both started going to high school. Xiao went to the one in his town and Scara went to another one and that’s when they lost contact. It shocked him when he found out that Scara had been involved in the same accident as yours. He had never known he was back in town.

“You little fucker.” You huffed after him before laying your head back against the pillow. His plan swirled around in your head as you took a moment to think it all through. You were curious to know how he was doing and by claiming to be his girlfriend you would be a relative to him and that way you could gain much more information than Xiao would manage to get. You sighed as you stared up at the ceiling, feeling bad for the fact you were really going to do this, but you had a jumpstart with the fact that the paramedics thought that Scaramouche was your boyfriend and that surely would have been passed on to the doctor as well.

You turned your head as footsteps approached you, you expected it to be Xiao and the doctor but you didn’t expect it to be two of your friends. Nilou and Shinobu. “I should punch you for the fact you scared the shit out of us.” Shinobu scolded as she took a seat on the chair Xiao had been sitting in moments ago. “How are you doing?” Nilou asked, carefully sitting down on the bed at your feet. “Okay, I guess. But I suppose that’s because of the painkillers.” You nodded at them as Xiao and a blue haired man in a white coat walked inside.

“How are you doing, Y/N?” He asked as he approached you. “I feel like I’ve been hit by an army of planes, led by a train.” You responded sarcastically as Xiao flicked your forehead as a silent warning. The doctor just chuckled amused as you glared at the boy that stood beside Shinobu. “It’s always a good sign when patients can laugh or in your cause bring out some sarcasm.” He mused with a grin. “I’m doctor Ayato Kamisato, but you can call me Ayato.” He introduced himself before he looked at the chart in his hand. “It’s a surprise how well you came out of all this, for sure when you crawled out of a car with a broken leg and even manage to get to the other victim. You got very lucky.” He hummed as he started to do some small tests on you.

“How is he doing?” You asked after he finished checking your eyes with a little light. His grin turned into a serious expression as your heart started to beat faster in anticipation. “Kunikuzushi managed to survive the accident but is currently in the ICU as his condition is still critical.” He explained. Kunikuzushi, so that was his real name and Scaramouche must be indeed his nickname as Xiao had told. “Can I see him? My boyfriend?” You asked, way too fast for you to realize what you just had asked.

Ayato remained silent for a moment as you glanced at Xiao, who gave you an encouraging nod. “I was actually on my way to his parents to give more information about his condition and the results of the tests we’ve done on him so far. I’ll request a nurse to bring a wheelchair and I’ll bring you there, this way you will also be able to hear about the results and everything.” He explained as you nodded quickly. “Well then, I’ll be right back to pick you up.” He spoke before he left the room.

It stayed quiet for a few seconds before Nilou turned to look at you. “Boyfriend? Since when do you have a boyfriend? Why didn’t you say anything to us?” Nilou bombarded you with questions. “Does that really matter now?” You groaned. “He is in the ICU for fucks sake and you want to know since when I have a boyfriend?” You huffed. “She’s right, this is not the time to try and ask stuff about this subject. We can talk about all of this later.” Shinobu agreed with you as Nilou nodded.

Ayato soon returned with a wheelchair as Nilou helped you out of the hospital bed. Your left leg was in an plaster, just like your right hand. You were wearing one of those ugly hospital gowns as you sat down in the wheelchair. Your arms were littered with bruises and small cuts. You managed to get a glance at your reflection in the window as Ayato started to push the wheelchair. A big gauze on your head near your right temple and a cut that went straight through your brow were stitched up. You indeed had been lucky.

It took a while to get to the ICU, but when you finally arrived it was something you preferred to not have seen. The hall was busy with nurses walking around, going from room to room. You managed to get a few glances of a room, one filled with a bed and a bunch of medical equipment such as machines and stuff. Everything looked so serious and even a bit terrifying.

Ayato stopped in front of a room where two women were waiting for. One had purple hair and violet eyes with a hue of blue. She was with no doubt Scaramouche, well Kunikuzushi’s mother. Beside her stood a woman with long muted pink hair and purple eyes. And from the way, the two women were holding each other's hand you could only assume they must be together. Meaning he might have two mothers. Ayato started to talk but you didn’t hear anything anymore as your eyes landed on the person in the room.

Wires were connected to him, which were connected to a bunch of machines. His head was wrapped in a big bandage, which looked even whiter against his pale skin. He was breathing and the heart monitor gave away that his heart was still beating yet it didn’t change how bad he seemed to be, even though he seemed peaceful as if he was sleeping and could wake up every second. Your attention returned back to the three when you felt them looking at you. “And you are?” The pink haired woman asked. “Y/N. Kuni’s girlfriend.” You introduced yourself, shortening his name as if you’d done that for years.

“Girlfriend? He never talked about that.” The purple haired woman murmured. “Well, he doesn’t share much, so it isn’t that surprising we are finding this out right now.” The pink haired lady mused. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Y/N, even when it is in this unfortunate situation. My name is Yae Miko, but please just call me Miko and this is my wife Ei.” She introduced both herself and apparently her wife as well. So you had assumed it right. You gave them both a small smile as realization hit you.

You just met Scaramouche his parents and introduced yourself to them as his girlfriend and there was no way you would be able to get out of this lie anytime soon. You were now a stranger his so called girlfriend and all you could do now was keep this lie up until you could find a way to get out of this somehow. You were fucked.

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suzukara · 1 year

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tales of the wandering deity,

volume #1

you remember helping kunikuzushi after he experienced his first betrayal.

you were just a wandering deity, helping whoever you happen to stumble upon when you could.

kunikuzushi was such a pure and precious boy, always curious about the world he was born in, and never thinks of evil in anyone.

you stumbled upon each other by chance, he had nowhere to stay and you needed help with your house.

as a wandering deity, it isn't often you settle down anywhere. instead, you chose to spend nights in inns or hotels, but when kunikuzushi came along, it all changed.

"why are you crying?" you asked gently, afraid to startle the poor boy too much.

he flinches slightly, looking up at you with red puffy eyes as if he has been crying for hours.

"who are you?" he asked meekly, tears starting to dry.

"I'm [name]. now can you tell me why you're crying by the road? it's dangerous for you to be out here at this time."

"my mother has always been one to strive for perfection. so she abandoned me... because she saw no worth in me." the boy stuttered out as tears began flowing once again.

"what's your name little one?" you placed one hand on the back of his head, pushing his head into your chest while the other hand pats his back in comfort.

"kunikuzushi..." he mumbles out, his voice sounding muffled from his head being stuffed into the fabric of your top.

'kunikuzushi... such a violent name for someone as precious and pure as him... though it does have a nice ring to it' you thought to yourself.

"do you have a new place to stay? I could bring you home if you'd like?" you asked, showing him a kind smile.

"I don't have a home anymore..."

oh. this is awkward...

"you could stay in my camp for the night if you don't mind?" you offered a hand for kunikuzushi to grab after standing up.

"really? thank you so much!" kunikuzushi exclaims, hugging you tightly.

it wasn't long before the two of you started to get more comfortable with each other, sleeping next to each other and spending the days together.

even the house in the centre of a forest was built by you and kunikuzushi, together.

you taught him how to cook, how to fight, and even how to bargain for a cheaper price when buying food. (though he has never needed to resort to that since everyone willingly gives him a discount)

everything was wonderful, as if it was straight out of a fairytale! though a fairytale wouldn't be a fairytale if nothing bad happens, right?

you had sent kunikuzushi out to buy some vegetables since you were busy running errands that day.

it wasn't the first time you had sent him out, so you weren't worried that he might get lost since you have been living in that area for some time.

though what worries you was when kunikuzushi didn't come home even after two hours.

'where is he? it takes about fifteen minutes to walk to the market, so wouldn't kunikuzushi have come home an hour and twenty-five minutes ago?' you thought to yourself worriedly.

you began pacing back and forth around your shared home, picking at your nails as a nervous habit.

you nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard the front door suddenly slam open. you turned around immediately, only to see a traumatised looking kunikuzushi standing there.

"kuni, what's wrong?" you swallowed down your questions, trying to not overwhelme the poor boy.

"I-..." he started.

"I was walking back from the market, b-but then I heard a loud cough coming from a small house, so I went in and checked then-..."

"... then?"

"t-then I saw a unmoving body of a small boy inside... I tried to wake him up but h-he didn't respond, so I tried to save him and..."

you both stayed quiet.

"I accidentally lit the house the little boy was in on fire..."

you stared at him silently as he looked up at you, tears filling his eyes. you weren't expecting him to say what he did.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do it, I didn't mean to kill the boy!... are you disappointed in me?..." kunikuzushi latched onto your clothes, dread filling his eyes as you stayed silent.

"kuni... it's okay, you were only trying to help. I think the boy has already passed before you entered the house." you comforted, holding him close to you.

"I have never been disappointed in you kuni," you confessed.

you allowed kunikuzushi to cry for a little bit longer, ignoring the tear stains on your top as you soothed his worries away.

maybe, just maybe for that night, you wouldn't mind sleeping in the same bed.

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jinhua-shu · 11 months

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HIS POINT OF VIEW, Scaramouche/Wanderer x GN!Reader.

PART 1: OVERTHINKING

PART 2: HIS POINT OF VIEW

PART 3: HELPLESS

PART 4: THE AFTER-EFFECT

PART 5: I LOVE YOU DUMMY

@lxkeeeee 🫶

“ Fuck it! ” scaramouche cursed under his breath as he threw his notebook towards the wall, he sighed heavily. why did he have to come into conclusion, that he has fallen for them? every day, every-time they talk to each other his feelings grew. at first he did not mind it, he thought he was being delusional.

but as he realizes it day by day, he knew he fucked up.

He knew, that he shouldn’t fall for Them, because They’ll just leave him.

He knew, that he’s not worth anything, for he got betrayed countless of times.

but he cannot help but hope.. for the chance to have Them be his by side, to heal him and love him.

But when he got that message from you, he was star strucked. he blushed madly as he reacts to the message, before typing in a reply.

“ I need some time to think. “

He closed the chat, feeling giddy. he felt ecstatic, but realization once hits him again. he sat upright on his couch, quite abruptly.

“ What if.. what if.. my bipolar attitude will make them hate me, once we started dating? “ scaramouche bits the inside of his cheek.

“ My moodiness will affect the relationship. “

he sighed before glancing at the ceiling fan.

“ Won’t it hurt them.. if i reject them for such puny excuses? we did talk about the possibility.. of being together… “ He scratches his head in frustration.

“ It’s pathetic to see myself be so self aware of my feelings and actions. i really am pathetic. “

He covers his eyes in shame with his arm, before taking a deep breath.

“ I… hate my feelings.. “

he said before going into slumber.

Two days has passed, he still doesn’t know what to do. he’s confused and frustrated. he simply wanted to have them.. but he cannot. he’s not worthy for their time and effort.

Nahida came knocking on his door with a tray of cookies that she had bought from a supermarket nearby.

“ Hey.. how’re you doing these past few days? Y/N seemed a little down for some time now.. did anything happen? “

she softly said, as she places down the tray on the bedside table. before plopping herself down on Scaramouche’s bed.

“ Leave me alone.. i need some time to think about something. “ scara groans as he covers his head with his pillow.

Nahida sadly chuckles as she stood up from Scara’s bed before heading back to her room.

“ i’m right here if you need anything, i’ll be happy to help you “

As she says those words scara hastily tells her to stop.

“ wait.. nahida.. what do you think i should do? “

Scara looks away as he sat up from his bed.

Nahida watches him in curiosity.

“ Is this about Y/N? “ she asks him, as she walks back towards scaramouche.

Getting no reply from him, she hummed to herself.

“ If you truly like them, why don’t you tell them? or if you’re not ready.. and just want to be just friends for now, tell them that. you can’t let them expect for your return.. you can’t let them wait for you, because it’ll only break them down as the day passes by. “

Nahida pats scara’s head as she smiles softly at him.

“ Don’t let them wait, or don’t let them hope too much. It hurts them. “

Nahida walks away, humming to herself. leaving scara in his room full of thoughts.

Scaramouche looked towards his charging device, before sighing. he took his phone from its charging port, to finally reply to your message.

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elixrr · 3 months

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Within the frame, you.

— They're still stuck on you, even after your death.

ft. various genshin men + star rail men

cw. angst, no comfort. your implied death.

He stares at a portrait of you across the room. Beneath their dull expression, a world of chaos, despair, and rage explodes and drives him to madness.

– Xiao, Alhaitham, Diluc, Wanderer, Dr. Ratio, Blade

Your death has already passed. You have come, and you have gone; he knows that this is simply the way of life, but he can't let it go. You meant the world to him— you mean the world to him. He dares not to say a word, nor is he able to bring himself closer to the portrait. You stare uncomfortably back at him, but your eyes are so full of life. You're dead, your body hones no being, but in there, in that photo, your eyes sparkle with life and prosperity. In that photo, you captured a special kind of love and light, and he can never feel it— never touch it again. He will never feel your light; he will never feel your love.

Yet, he still feels your hands. Your hands in the photo stick out to him, and he is reminded of your ghostly touch lingering across his hands. He can not tear his eyes away from your portrait, your hands, your smile, your bright eyes— it fills his own with tears. It's irrational, it's incomprehensible. The tears rapidly stream from his eyes, and he begins to sob. Alas, he breaks free from your gaze, but he is not free of you.

You were his, he is yours.

It is irrational, yes, but he will never let go. Not of you.

He can't stop crying over your death. He knows that, in order to heal, he needs to throw your photos out, but he can't bring himself to.

– Lyney, Kaveh, Venti, Freminet, Yanqing

Why you? Why did it have to be you? He can't handle your death, hell, he can't even bear to look at you! You've stolen his heart, and now he can't ever have it back. He's managed to turn all of the photos he has of you around, letting himself breathe once again. There was one instance where he had turned every portrait of you except for one in the hallway, and he broke down for a good ten minutes when he saw your illuminating glow.

Thoughts of you began to resurface, and he cursed at himself for letting this happen to you. He thought of your face, your eyes, the way your clothes swayed and swept with the winds. You were everything, and he let you slip past his fingers—

He stood up. He couldn't take this anymore. He stumbled from his seat and to the door, yet he stumbled too much and fell on a table. Crap! Photos of you wobbled and fell off of the table, and he managed to catch one picture. Involuntarily, he turns the frame over and looks at you.

And yet, at the sight, he drops the photo, and he realizes what happened: three portraits of you have fallen and shattered, and pieces of you and glass have scattered across the floor.

Everything, every part of you fell, slipping past his fingers, and you laid there. In each photo, you were full of life. But now? The message screams loud to him, like the glass shards, the realization stabs his heart a million times over, and he falls to his knees.

You're dead.

He starts sobbing; he can no longer hide the hurt. You're dead, the love and light of his life has shattered and dulled, you've disappeared. He pleads, begs, and cries for you to come back to life—he can't take another day of waking up knowing that you're gone.

He lays on the ground and sobs, scrambling the floor any piece of you he can find and grasping it tightly, no matter how much he bleeds.

He's been healing significantly, yet he still sometimes ponders back on the thought of you.

– Kazuha, Zhongli, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Albedo, Welt, Jing Yuan

You've brought him comfort and happiness, but you have passed. Most days, he can bring himself to work, to travel, to do things he'd normally be able to do before your death, but sometimes he finds his mind lingering back to you. He still keeps a photo of you with him, and sometimes– like today– he pulls it out of his pocket or bag, and he stares at what once was, what he once had and took for granted.

He will not cry over it anymore, not like he used to, but it still sinks in his heart. When he looks at you, he yearns to feel your touch, to feel your presence, but that alone is impossible, lest he visit your grave with one of his own. Yet, he still longs to hear your voice, to feel loved by you again, even if those are things unreachable. He knows that, though, and he has managed to distract himself from his longing for you.

He's tried rebounds once or twice, but his love for you remained, and none of those new relationships got anywhere. You have his heart, but he doesn't regret it. Someone will take it from your grave, perhaps. If not, then he doesn't mind being single.

Besides, he'll then be able to die, too, and reunite with you.

But for now, he safely tucks the photo of you back into his pocket, and he continues on with his life. (Albeit, still trying to live comfortably without you).

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wanderingconstellations · 7 months

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HIHIHJI HOW ARE YOUUU???!

i've been reading your fics (?) for a while, and your writting is sooo hot in a way that i can't even explain it 😭😭❤️

i just had a silly and funny imagination haha..., gamerbf! scara who was pissed at his teammates for playing shitty and took his frustration out on his girlfriend?? omgf

FEEL FREE TO IGNORE IF YOU AREN'T TAKING REQUESTSS OFCCC <333

(yes, thjs is smut ahahaha..)

HIHIHIII IM DOING WELL ACTUALLY!! I was simply hibernating (resting) for a few days. I hope you're doing well, anon <3

"Fucking shitheads... can't even play correctly.."

Scara cursed under his breath, his eye twitching with fuming anger that was about to burst at any minute. His nimble fingers hover across his keyboard, the sound of clicking from his keyboard and mouse can be heard.

Being his girlfriend has it's perks, though it can be boring when he's all quiet and focused on a game instead of you but you know, at least Scara's nice enough to let you sit on his lap... with the exceptions of you cockwarming him while he plays his game.

His cock was angled in a way that made your walls fluttering around it, quietly squeezing his throbbing length that was kissing your sweet spots so nicely.

"S-Shit.. you gotta stop squeezing me."

You gulped, fidgeting your fingers. God, how can you? You can't control it, his dick was too good for you to not react a thing to it.

For a while now, you've been cock warming him for how long... half an hour? And by what you can see in his screen, the bolded words of "defeat" made your boyfriend very much irritated.

"These losers can't even play this fucking game correctly! My fucking god.."

He groaned at of annoyance, and after so long, he's finally paying attention to you.

Well, he's paying attention to you by fucking his dick into you. He pushed your face onto his desk, ramming his length from behind at a ruthless pace that leaves you gasping and moaning for him.

"scarascarascara! fuckfuckfuck, right there! s-scara!"

Like a bitch in heat, you moan and cry out for him. His fucking you so well, so good, you're already creaming on his cock already. He's muttering curses under his breath, mercilessly pounding into you. At this point, he'll probably mess up his setup doing this bullshit, but he gives no fuck afterall. Your pussy is just that good, like a little stress reliever for him.

For who knows how long he's going to fuck you? Not like you're complaining, he's already shooting thick n' warm ropes of cum inside of you. His dick is already coated with your cum, he'll probably make you clean it off of him after stupefying you.

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soursweetarrie · 23 days

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. IMAGINE... .🪷

Kazuha scolding Scaramouche as he pushes you further on his cock as you cry out ... !

"Scaramouche!" Kazuha huffs.

Scaramouche scoffs. "Whaaat? she likes it, look at that stupid fucked out face."

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fictoculus · 8 months

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౨ৎ how they hug...

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FEAT... albedo, alhaitham, childe, chongyun, cyno, diluc, gorou, heizou, itto, kaeya, kaveh, kazuha, thoma, tighnari, venti, wanderer, xiao, zhongli

A/N... just wanted to drop by and say thank you for all the love that went to my post "how they kiss" ^^ because it seemed to be so popular, i decided to give you guys a similar post, should i write in this format more often? i hope you enjoy! ♡

☆ from behind, arms tightly wrapped around your waist and pulling you into them.

hugs from the front are great and all, but a hug from behind? divine. they love the way you never see it coming, jolting slightly when your feel a pair of hands on your waist, only to realise it's theirs and completely melt into their touch. a small smile creeps onto your face every time, accompanied by a subtle blush (though not so subtle if your trying to have a conversation with someone, then you're a stuttering mess). they'll sometimes bury their face in your hair, other times - like when you're interacting with someone - they'll often introduce themselves over your shoulder, pulling you even closer in a flirtatious protective manner...

kaeya, childe, itto, kaveh, tighnari, venti, heizou, diluc, xiao

☆ very tight hugs, they might kill you if they squeeze any harder.

they just can't get enough of you, wanting to have you impossibly close and take in all of you; your body, your warmth, your scent, everything. the hugs vary in some ways, sometimes from the front, sometimes from behind: it really depends on the scenario. when they're seeing you after years of separation (a few hours), it would definitely be a front hug, and - if you're lucky - they may even pick you up and spin you around too...

itto, gorou, childe, venti, thoma, heizou

☆ they very rarely to initiate hugs, but will (secretly) melt when you do.

they're far too shy for that, lucky for them, you find it adorable; it just means they get all the more flustered when you throw yourself onto them, squeezing around their waist and nuzzling your face in their chest. dont get me wrong, they do want to hug you, they really do, they just need the extra push. they will, however, hug you when you are feeling upset without hesitation, knowing that them finally initiating a hug would help cheer you up...

SCARA/WANDERER/KUNI, chongyun, gorou, tighnari, albedo

☆ simple but cute hugs for simple but cute lovers.

these are just your typical hugs, daresay slightly old fashioned, but still so sweet nonetheless. if they're feeling particularly loving that day, they'll rub circles on your back and plant gentle kisses on your hair (or forehead, it depends on height comparison). they may not give you particularly interesting hugs, but they make up for it in more ways than one, making sure to always be gentle with you being one key factor...

diluc, alhaitham, gorou, cyno, kazuha, albedo, xiao, zhongli, thoma

» how they kiss ver.

thanks for reading ♡ want to read more? my requests are OPEN, so please feel free to let me know what you'd like me to write next!

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yelshin · 1 year

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NEW KITTEN?! | MLIST | ♡

An: Rethinking my life decisions rn

Tw/Cw: Scarameow being insecure

It was a normal day for you and Kuni well not really after he heard a shocking news.

You're gonna adopt another kitten. He was sad because he thinks that you might replace him soon.

If it wasn't for your friends stupid idea you wouldn't have to feel bad be guilty while looking at the sight of your kitten sulking at the corner. 'if i need to take a punishment for hurting his feelings ill gladly take it because i deserve it.' you thought while eyeing his movements.

He rolls on the ground and hit the wall. You immediately stand up and start rubbing circles at his head while he keeps sulking; still thinking about the new kitten that you're gonna adopt "god are you okay? Do you want food? Toys? Anything to cheer you up?" You bombarded Kuni who still didn't answer you nor look at you. But your heart wasn't prepared for what will he pull.

Kuni look at you with those big eyes with his pupil becoming big as if he was begging you to not do something 'OH MY GOD I'M GONNA DIE' You eternally screamed. Trying to avoid his tempting pleading eyes "I swear you're gonna be the death of me..." You grumble, picking him up and grabbed your (empty) wallet.

"I'm sorry but pets are not allowed-" "Do i look like i CARE?" You glared at the guard who's trying to stop you from bringing Kuni inside the mall "but ma'am im just following the rules-" he keeps on insisting and then you decided to gave up... Well actually the opposite of that. "Fine then." You walked away from the mall and hid beside the building.

"if they don't allow pets, then how about this huh.." you smirked at your silly idea; putting him inside a plastic bag and put some unnecessary light weight items inside and pretend its full of your groceries. "God why am i so smart"

You walked at the building again but this time the guard doesn't care about people entering in the mall 'WOW LATELY HE'S MAKING A SCENE ABOUT BRINGING MY ANGEL IN AND NOW HE DOESN'T GIVE A FUCK IF SOME PEOPLE ENTER WITH THEIR PETS' you glared at the guard before entering the mall; ready to spend everything

"now then for the new kitten, maybe a same treatment with Kuni will do" hearing the word "new kitten" Kuni's head pop out of the plastic bag while looking at you, but you didn't seem to notice the poor kitten.

Now here you are, standing Infront of the ATM; staring at your bank accounts amount of money. Seeing a low number made you laugh at yourself nervously "haha... Did i spend too much? hahaha..." You scratch your cheek while looking around if thr coast is clear enough for you to pull your black card

'just once...' you thought but you knew that "just once" will turn into amounts of spending. Clearly not just once. "Let's just pray this shit still have money inside after what i did last month"

You checked the plastic bag thinking that Kuni was still inside,but to your horror he wasn't there. You immediately panicked and search the whole bag but still no sight of Kuni 'How am i gonna find him with this big ass mall...' you went for 10 minutes breakdown beside the ATM before gathering all of your energy and find your small kitten while praying that no one will adopt him.

Meanwhile your Kuni...

A young man with indigo hair that covers his ears, as well as indigo eyes look around the mall trying to find a glimpse of teal hair but he didn't noticed someone bump to him.

While you are busy finding your kitten you suddenly bump into someone; you apologize and the man who you bumped with reminds you of you Kuni but you quickly shook off the thoughts and apologize again "im sorry!" Before running away.

Scaramouche froze in his spot... Not only you didn't recognize him nor know about his secret (that he can turn into a human) you didn't recognize him. He muttered something before going to a empty place; transforming back into a kitten once again, on his way to find you.

You were going insane. You searched every corner, every store and even asked every person in the mall if they found your kitten. You were close to give up but not until you felt a soft fur rubbish on your feet, you looked down and almost screamed when your beloved kitten finally appeared "Thank goddess! I thought you got kidnapped!(kittennap)" You hugged your cat; promising yourself not to let him go. "Now lets head home, i heard the new kitten is already in our house!" You exclaimed and run out of the mall.

Opening the door of your house, you gently dropped kuni to the ground and immediately search for the new kitten. While you're busy roaming around your house Kuni was staring at something under the couch. He hiss at whoever or whatever creature is there hiding under the couch. Kuni stared at the glowing yellow eyes of the new kitten while displaying his sharp nails as a sign of threat.

"ah! There you are!"

An: if y'all guessed whos the new kitten i would continue this fic🤭

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