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chuusmuts · 5 months

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imagine losing your virginity by helping catboy!kabukimono

smut. afab reader, lactation, fingering. grammar errors 🥲

the idea of him fucking you while you rub his ear, his tail swishing back and forth, and purring is so 😳😳

you rubbed your eyes, opening them sleepily and were surprised to see catboy!kabukimono on top of you, straddling you. "kabuki, wha- do you need anything?"

he could feel himself getting hard as he saw your nipples through your thin, white nightgown. oh, imagine how tasty your milk was. and you're so pretty, laying underneath him like that. he wanted– no, he needed to fuck you right now.

"i... umm... need your help." kabukimono replied, trying to sound as innocent as possible while maintaining eye contact with your breasts. his ears twitched, signalling his growing arousal. "you see... i'm experiencing some discomfort, and i was wondering if you could help me relieve it." he bit his lower lip nervously, hoping that you wouldn't notice the blatant desire in his eyes or the throbbing between his legs.

his tail swished back and forth behind him as if he was nervous and excited about all this. it took you a while, but eventually you got what he meant. "are you in heat..? how can i help you, then?" this was both you and his first time so it was a little nerve-wracking, at least to you.

kabukimono hesitated for a moment before nodding his head slowly. "y- yes... i am. and i was hoping that you could help me find relief from my symptoms." his voice was low and seductive, almost purring as he spoke. "you see, as a cat hybrid, it's natural for us to seek out mating during these times." he licked his lips, looking at you intently. "would you be willing to help me?"

as he spoke, he couldn't help but let his gaze drift downwards towards your exposed nipples. the sight of them made his mouth water, and he could feel himself becoming even more aroused than before.

noticing his gaze, you covered your nipples with your hands as you felt yourself heating up, your cheeks turning pink. but then again, he needed your body relief him from the symptoms. sighing, you lowered your hands to your side as you glanced away, "okay, fine. do what you need to do. just... try not to be so rough, okay?" you said shyly, your voice small.

kabukimono grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he heard your agreement. "i promise to be gentle with you." he then leaned down and gently nuzzled into your neck before moving his face closer to one of your breasts. with a soft purr, he began to lick at it slowly and carefully, taking his time to savor the taste of your skin. kabukimono began to lick and suck on your exposed nipples, tasting you full. he used his tongue to tease and stimulate them to their fullest extent until you moaned and squirmed ever so slightly. his other hand grabbed the second one, massaging and squeezing it gently until the light liquid started coming out of the nipple. your hand moved into his dark cat ear as you started rubbing it gently.

kabukimono purred loudly as he felt your hand on his ear, and he continued to lick and suck on your breast with renewed vigour. he could taste the sweetness of your milk flowing from the nipple, and it only served to make him more excited. as he drank from you, kabukimono became bolder in his actions. he slid his hand down your body, gently caressing your thigh before moving it up to cup your pussy through your nightgown. the sensation of your wetness against his fingers sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't resist the urge to plunge them inside you.

arching your back, you cried out as he plunged three fingers inside you, causing your eyes to get teary. he continued to suckle on your breast, using his tongue to play with your sensitive nipple while his fingers abused your hole. you gripped the duvet tightly, this was the first time you had sex and you didn't expect this at all. moans poured unabashed from your lips as he scissored your walls, stretching them apart.

kabukimono moaned softly as he felt your walls clench around his fingers, and he increased the pace of his thrusts, pushing his fingers deeper into your pussy. the combination of the warmth of your body, the taste of your milk, and the sensation of being filled by him was overwhelming for him. he couldn't hold back any longer - he pulled his fingers out of you and positioned himself at your entrance.

"s- slowly!" you cried out as he pushed his erected cock between your folds, your legs spread apart. tears streamed down your face, both from the pleasure and pain.

sure, it felt good to be filled up, but it hurt especially since you're a first timer. he pushed his cock so deep until it hit your g-spot, he could literally see his bulge poking inside your stomach.

he hesitated for a moment, hearing your cry of pain and concern. he pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of love and understanding. "sorry, i should have been more gentle with you." he whispered the words before leaning down and giving you a tender kiss on the lips.

slowly and carefully, kabukimono resumed his thrusts, this time going at a much slower pace. he focused on making sure that each movement was gentle and comforting rather than forceful and overwhelming. as he did so, kabukimono leaned down and captured one of your nipples between his teeth, gently nibbling and suckling on it while continuing to fuck you. his thumb found its way to your throbbing clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. bucking your hips up into his fingers, you moaned as you felt yourself getting close to your orgasm.

kabukimono moaned softly as he felt your body responding to his touch, and he increased the intensity of his ministrations. his fingers continued to work their magic on your clit while his teeth played with your nipple, sending shivers down your spine. with each thrust, he felt himself getting closer and closer to his own climax. he could feel the pressure building within him, and he knew that it wouldn't be long now before he reached his mutual peak.

kabukimono purred loudly before he was sent over the edge, his hot seed shooting into you as he pressed his face into your neck. the feeling of your warmth and tightness around him was incredibly intense, he couldn't help but moan into your ear, muttering something in japanese. you could feel every single twitch and jerk as his hot load spilt into your hole. soon, you came with him, the knot in your stomach tightened and you squirted on his cock, your arm over your lips as you moaned, trying not to be so loud. more tears rolled down your cheeks, your face getting warm and you felt like you couldn't move your legs anymore.

when he finally came, kabukimono collapsed onto your body, panting heavily as he felt the last remnants of his seed trickle out of you. he laid there for a moment, simply enjoying the sensation of being connected to you in such an intimate way before rolling off to the side and pulling you who was still breathing heavily into his arms, his cock still kept buried deep inside you. "that hurts a lot than i expected." you huffed, wiping off the tears that stained on your cheeks.

kabukimono held you close as she spoke as he could feel your wetness still coating his member. he smiled softly, knowing that he had given you something special. "it can be overwhelming at first," he said gently, "but once we get used to it, it will become even more pleasurable."

it was his way of saying that this wasn't the last time you're gonna help him.

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yuutx · 4 months

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ! (𝒮𝒞𝒜𝑅𝒜𝑀𝒪𝒰𝒞𝐻𝐸)

scaramouche x f!reader . 18+ content. ⟆ nsfw + unprotected sex/raw sex. breaking in. scummy scaramouche.somnophilia. mentions of past non-con (this fic is consensual though !). breeding kink. dirty talk. mention of having children. creampie. ⟆ mdom + fsub ⟆ not proofread ! ૮꒰ྀི ៸៸៸៸ ก꒱ྀི১

finally writing for scara ! this fic took me soo much effort to write because i've been having major writers block aaah ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

The shattered shards of glass on the ground scattered as his body made its way in, stepping through the window and landing gracefully. The moonlight shone on the floor of the bedroom he entered, the figure on the bed sleeping soundly as the breeze from the broken window blew their hair slightly. His gaze was fixated on you, the smile that was on his face nothing more than sinister. He approached the bed slowly, making his way around it until he stopped by your side, his eyes examining your form as you laid under the blanket.

The man bent down until his lips were at your ear, "Oh (Y/N)~" he cooed softly. "Wake up, sleepy head." He whispered, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. Your face scrunched up as his fingers brushed against your skin, your eyes fluttering open slightly before closing again. Scaramouche frowned at your lack of reaction, his hand going under the covers and sliding down to your hips. "Oh, (Y/N).. Thats no fun.." He pouted, his fingers hooking on the hem of your shorts. "Don't you wanna show me some love, baby? Didn't you miss me?" He asked as his fingers slipped into your shorts, his fingers rubbing on the thin fabric of your panties. A soft noise escaped you, your thighs moving together to push his hand away. "Hm.." Scaramouche thought for a moment, his fingers stopping their actions as he looked down at you. "Why are you always so mean to me, huh? Everytime i try to fuck you, you push me away or start screaming for help." He complained. "I just wanted to give you my love.. Is that too much to ask for?" He sighed, his fingers going back to stroking the front of your panties. "You can't even appreciate my affection, darling. That really hurts my feelings." Scaramouche puffed his cheeks slightly, his fingers slipping under your panties and touching the soft skin of your cunt.

"But that doesn't matter." He hummed, his fingers tracing along your slit and rubbing against your clit. You squirmed slightly, letting out a small whine. "You're gonna give me the attention I want, whether you like it or not." Scaramouche declared, his free hand ripping the blanket off of you and throwing it across the room. "So don't even try to get away from me." He hissed, his fingers teasing your entrance as he climbed on top of you. Your body flinched when his hands grabbed at your thighs, pushing them apart as he situated himself between them. He let out a low groan, his hips rutting against yours, "Shit, baby." He breathed, his clothed cock pressing against your pussy. You turned your head, your eyes slowly opening as his movements got rougher. "Scara..?" You called out tiredly, his movements stopping immediately as he looked down at you with wide eyes. "Ah, fuck." Scaramouche muttered.

His face scrunched up as he started thinking about what to do, his fingers still in your panties. His thoughts were interrupted by your sudden moan, his hips thrusting forward instinctively as you arched your back. "Scara.." You moaned out, your hand reaching down and grabbing his wrist. Scaramouche let out a shaky sigh, his eyes closing as his fingers rubbed your clit slowly. "Shit, I can't stop now." He groaned, his cock throbbing in his pants as he listened to you moaning his name. He pressed his fingers down on your clit, the pleasure causing your hips to buck against him. He watched you with half-lidded eyes, his hips rocking against you as his other hand pushed his pants down. "Don't scream, okay? Don't scream this time, don't call for help.." Scaramouche begged as his cock slid against your slick cunt. "I need it.. I really fucking need it." He grunted, his head dipping down and resting against your shoulder. "I'll be quick, I promise." He mumbled, his fingers pulling your panties aside and gripping his cock. "So please don't ruin this for me.." He breathed as the head of his cock slipped inside you, his hips slowly thrusting forward and letting you take him inch by inch. "Oh.. Oh shit.." He cursed, his cock bottoming out in your tight heat. He panted against your neck, his hand grabbing the front of your shirt and lifting it up. He leaned back, his eyes focused on the soft mounds of your chest as he pulled his hips back. "I-I can't hold back.." Scaramouche choked out, his hips thrusting forward and bottoming out once again. His eyes snapped shut, his cock twitching inside you as he let out a strained groan.

His thrusts were shallow and slow, the man above you shaking with need. He whimpered softly, his fingers pinching your nipple. "Oh fuck, (Y/N).." He whispered, his hips rocking against yours as he tried his best to keep himself composed. His hand trailed down your stomach, his fingers brushing against the slight bump on your lower stomach. "Look, baby.. Can you feel me here?" He panted, his cock throbbing as he pressed down on the bulge. You whined, your hips rocking against his in an attempt to take his cock deeper. "Shit.." Scaramouche gritted his teeth, his hips pulling back and slamming forward, your slick walls clinging to his cock and pulling him deeper. "Oh god, baby.." He moaned, his resolve breaking as he started to desperately rut into you. "I need it.. Oh fuck, I need it.." Scaramouche whined, his hands grabbing the front of your shirt as he slammed his cock into your heat. His moans filled the room, his mouth hanging open as he pounded into you. "F-fuck, I love you, baby." He stuttered, his fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt tightly, before tearing it down the middle. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, his mouth watering at the sight. "S-so beautiful.." Scaramouche whispered, his hands palming your breasts as his hips moved faster. "I-I love you.." He moaned out, his thrusts getting sloppy as he felt his climax nearing. "I love you, s-so let's have children, o-okay?" Scaramouche suggested, his thumb pressing down on your clit as he fucked into you. "A-and we can get married a-and.." He trailed off, his moans interrupting his train of thought. He leaned down, his hands grabbing your waist as his hips rocked against yours. "Just- Just marry me, okay?" He asked, his fingers digging into your soft skin.

The bed creaked underneath the two of you, his hips snapping forward harshly. Your moans rang through the air, the wet sounds of his cock sliding into your cunt adding to the obscene symphony. You gasped, your back arching off the bed. "Oh shit, shit, shit, shit..fuck!" Scaramouche babbled, his cock throbbing inside you. His movements became erratic, his hips sloppily rocking against yours. He leaned down, his arms wrapping around your waist and hugging you close to his chest. "Please, please, please.." He moaned, "Cumming inside.. cumming..i'm cumming..cum with me..oh, oh.." Scaramouche choked out, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep in your pussy. You let out a loud moan, your walls clenching around his cock as you reached your climax, his cum filling you up as he fucked you through your high. You panted heavily, your body twitching every few seconds. Scaramouche let out a strained groan, his hips grinding against yours slowly. He stayed still, his cock still twitching and throbbing as his cum leaked out of you.

Scaramouche lifted his head slightly, his half-lidded eyes meeting yours. His lips curled up into a lazy smile, his hand reaching up and caressing your cheek. He leaned forward, his lips connecting with yours in a slow kiss. "Mm.." He hummed, his tongue tracing along your bottom lip. You opened your mouth slightly, allowing him access to deepen the kiss. Scaramouche tilted his head, his tongue tangling with yours, the two of you letting out soft moans as his cock throbbed inside you. Scaramouche broke the kiss, his tongue licking along your bottom lip, before pulling away completely. "Did such a good job..took me so well.." Scaramouche purred, his cock slowly sliding out of you, before plunging back in. "Mm..love you." He mumbled, his hips moving in small circles. "I love you so much.."

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yukkisagi · 1 year

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"i could treat her way better than you!"

in which some boy tries to confess to you, his girlfriend ft. alhaitham & wanderer (there's clear favoritism here) -fluff, not proofread

ALHAITHAM

no matter how many books this man has opened, he himself has always been a closed one. he never lets anyone know his true feelings or thoughts, so much so that people wonder if he even has them. he's cold, unsympathetic, withdrawn, any red flag adjective that is in the dictionary.

so how on earth is someone romantically linked to the acting grand sage? because of this, there are many onlookers who always want some sort of exclusive sneak peek into you guy's relationship.

some believe you've blackmailed him, others think alhaitham is conducting a psychological study on romance, you personally believe it's because no one else would be able to withstand his snarky remarks and he's aware of it.

these hypotheses are what leads you here, standing in front of one of your random classmates as he tries his best to hide his embarrassment behind his brazen grin.

"i would treat you right," he proudly announces, a crowd slowly starting to gather.

you can hear whispers surrounding you people are starting to stare down at the both of you from the upstairs railing.

"wow the acting grand sage isn't paying enough attention to her."

"he probably would be way more loving"

"honestly, would alhaitham even care?"

that last one couldn't possibly be the farthest from the truth.

alhaitham, even if he never admitted it, was stuck to you like those annoying tiny stickers that are just randomly on fruit. you just find him on you without even realizing it.

"let me take you on one date! that's it! and then you can decide if you want me or him!" the boy take your silence as invitation to continue his case. "i promise you'll have a fun time."

and before you can even answer him, kaveh and alhaitham finally enter the court, their bodies just barely peeking between the gaps of the crowd.

"heh, alhaitham, your girl is getting confessed to!" kaveh giggles while nudging the latter. "are you just gonna let him have her?"

suddenly the group opens space for the two of them, giving alhaitham more time to investigate his surroundings. his eyes meet yours first, the usual bore and tiredness greeting you. the whispers are now hushed as everyone anticipates his response, but he says absolutely nothing.

"look acting grand sage," the boy starts again, and you find it hard to not roll your eyes. "sure, you're great at your scribing and grand sage-ing, but a girlfriend isn't a job, its a duty that i definitely could fulfill better than you."

kaveh is now roaring with laughter, a stark contrast from alhaitham's unchanging face. you're now anticipating his response now, wondering if he would finally publicly claim you as his and only his or if he would just not entertain the conversation and leave you to deal with it, like always.

"look, just do whatever you want. i'd prefer to not waste my time and energy entertaining whatever this is." exactly what you anticipated, you can't help but smirk at your perfect prediction.

the silence was loud, almost overbearing as you watch some drop their jaws at his audacity. it even takes the boy aback, shocked that he would so easily give you away.

"alhaitham!" kaveh starts scolding, "what is wrong with you? are you crazy? do you eve-"

"i meant," alhaitham interrupts after clearing his throat. you can see the annoyance start settling in and patience running thin. "you can try, but i can easily conclude that your efforts will remain fruitless."

"excuse me?" the boy scoffs, a weak attempt at hiding his embarrassment.

"she would never fall for someone as inadequate and desperate as you."

after one more quick glance, flashing you just a glint of his mischievousness, he's off. cape and hair all dramatically swishing to follow his swift footsteps. your feet move before you can even think, instantly trying to catch up to his long strides as everyone watches your lovestruck eyes only follow him.

as everyone, including kaveh, watches you two disappear around the corner in shock, alhaitham can't help but roll his eyes as he feels you linking his arms with his. he knows damn well he would never let you leave and let someone else see that stupid little grin on your face.

he's arrogant, maybe a little more possessive then he let's on and extremely rude, but was he ever wrong?

WANDERER

scaramouche always loves a good a tussle, even if it was against your wishes. you've seen him physically fight off people twice his size, spit his venomous insults to anyone who would even try to whisper within his hemisphere, but never in your life did you think you would have to watch him bicker with a six year old and specifically, about you.

"y/n is princess and you're garbage!" the short boy exclaims as aggressively as his young voice could allow. "i'm making her my girlfriend!

"oh could you now?" your boyfriend scoffs back. "i'd like to see you try."

"watch me!" he scowls and scurries up to you. he pulls out flowers from behind his back and hands them to you as he announces, "i picked these for you because they are pretty just like you!"

"aw thank you!" you graciously accept the flowers, slightly smirking over at the older boy. "you know, scara has never picked me flowers before."

"ha!" the kid laughs at him, sticking his tongue out. "see? y/n is going to fall in love with me."

scaramouche is visibly upset now, watching you entertain the boy and poke his small unnecessarily adorable button nose. he knows your teasing him and it angers him more.

"well i'll have you know!" scaramouche crosses his arm across his chest, puffing in pride with his chin up refusing to look at the two of you. "y/n likes men who are taller then her."

"just wait for me y/n! i'm already half his height and im still growing, unlike that old man!"

"old? i'm not old! you're the one who's too young for her to begin with!" he looks down at the boy with a menacing glare.

"i'll be the same age as her soon!" the boy stands his ground, the boyish confidence radiating from him

"you don't even know her!" how could you possibly be in love with her!?"

"i do know her! she's a princess!"

you can tell your hot headed boyfriend was starting to run out of comebacks. it's hard to fight a kid's reason and logic and scara was already lacking in patience as is. as much as you love seeing the ever so cold and rude scaramouche all worked up and jealous, you kneel down to the younger one, finally ceasing all agruements.

"i'm sorry kid, i really appreciate the flowers, but you're going to be waiting eons for me." you pat his head, offering a gentle a smile. "don't worry, as long as you give them your hand picked flowers, i promise any girl will fall for you."

"and if you fall girls that don't already have a boyfriend," scara annoyingly butts in.

once the boy leaves, not before exchanging tongue spits at scaremouche one more time, you feel two arms wrap around your waist from behind.

"do you actually like handpicked flowers?" he mumbles into your shoulder, his warm ears just barely brushing against your neck

"yea" you hummed, picking at the sweet petals as you try to suppress your giggles for his sake. "only if they're from this slightly taller, much more angry dude who wears a hat twice his size."

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lumiconic · 1 year

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" first kisses "

✧ kunikuzushi, shikanoin heizou, yae miko, childe, collei, albedo ; fluff ; 5.6k words

✧ collei ended up being way longer than the others haha

kunikuzushi has voiced his discomfort with touch many times, when you took his hand in the darkness of an underground cave, or patted him on the back after he negotiated out of a sticky situation, and every time you let go instantly without question, and didn’t touch him again for days and days. and yet now, he finds himself longing for the caress of your hand, wondering what it would feel like to kiss you.

it’s a bit troubling, and he crushes the instinct every time, but it always comes back, wandering into his mind at the worst of times; in the midst of battle, you spin after lancing a treasure hoarder through the chest, and all he can think is how beautifully a spray of blood frames your face, leaving him motionless in the air for a moment, just enough time to be slammed to the ground, skidding through the dirt with the wind knocked out of him.

you shout his name, panic lacing through your tone, and he curses himself for his stupidity as you spin a flurry of blows against his attacker before rushing to his side. he struggles to a sitting position, wincing as he fights to draw air in. how could he do something so dumb? to be distracted by you of all things while fighting? you, that stupid [name] who is so – who is nothing more than a hindrance, but –

and then he’s struck dumb again as you kneel over him, inspecting for wounds without touching his skin even for a second. he wants to run his hand through the strands of your hair, left in a messy state and hanging softly around your jaw. you locate a bruise on his leg and dig for a salve in your pocket, unscrewing the top and handing it to him.

“jeez, what the hell was that?” you say, affection and irritation mixing in your voice. “how’d you get so unfocused, huh? we’re in the middle of a fight! you can’t just drift off like that and leave yourself open.”

the words wildfire frustration through his blood, anger that he can’t explain. how dare you act annoyed by his mistake when you caused it in the first place? “it’s your own damn fault,” he spits, voice more venomous than usual. he regrets it when your eyes widen and you look almost hurt, then confused. “wait, what? what did i do?”

what did you do? he repeats the question in his mind. it’s more like – it’s just, it’s what you won’t do that’s driving him insane, and how you don’t even notice – how can you be so oblivious to his internal dilemma? the way he looks at you, even he knows it’s so far beyond the sharp rivalry you enjoy, or even friendship.

"you – i got distracted by you,” he says, and hates the way his voice cracks, hates how your face softens when you hear it. “because your face is – it’s – ” so unfairly pretty “ – so – so ugly, and – ” he can feel his blazing red blush raising. “ – and i couldn’t focus, damn it!” he finishes. “so change how you look or – or just shut up about it.”

you look shocked for a moment, and then understanding appears on your face, the kind that makes him even more angry for reasons he can’t explain even to himself, and you half smile at him, hesitating for a moment before tucking a flyaway strand of dark hair behind his ear. he flinches away from the sudden touch and you jerk your hand back, mouth already opening, but then –

then he catches your wrist, holding it where it is. and you both sit there for a moment, staring into each other’s eyes. your eyes, that are full of feeling and thought and human emotion, and he can only imagine that you see your reflection in his own fathomless irises, as cold and empty as a puppet’s black button eyes.

“kuni,” you say in a hushed voice. he can feel the pulse of your wrist, quick as a rabbit’s, and his own breathing is suddenly coming fast and shallow. the moment stretches out, some expression of surprise and hostility frozen on his face, and yet he can feel his own yearning. the pain in his chest as his eyes flick down to your lips. you swallow, tilting your head to catch his gaze. his face flames even brighter, but there is no mockery or judgement in your expression; just a soft, understanding longing.

“can i kiss you?” you ask softly, and his heart is in his throat, fear that mingles with aching, and there is nothing in the world he wants more in this moment than you. before he can think twice he gives a quick, tiny nod.

you move closer, and he smells your gentle, clean scent that reminds him of rain or orange blossoms; the smell that curls through his dreams, and he has a second to think you even smell pretty, before you press your lips to his, and then he’s not thinking anything at all but there is a drifting, incoherent feeling of plain, serene happiness that he has not felt in a long time.

shikanoin heizou has kissed people before; he’s kissed lots of people, more than he thinks is socially acceptable. he’s kissed most everyone he wants to. almost nobody can stand up to the full power of his charm and charisma, with his boyish good looks and the boundless intelligence behind his jade green eyes; sometimes just a single wink can do the trick.

kissing is entertaining, for him, there’s no deeper emotion behind it. just something to do when you want to have some fun. he’s flirtatious, and maybe irresponsible, but it doesn’t cause anyone any harm, these shallow feelings that entwine with his playful, immature desire. he’s never wanted someone before. never felt a deeper pull than the one in the moment that can be satisfied with just a moment of contact.

until now; until he met you; and now he is consumed by the dream of what your lips feel like. you are elusive, and enigmatic, and the most beautiful person he has ever met, with soft and sweetly knowing eyes that are earnest and yet unreadable to him in a way that no one he’s met has been before. it’s a foreign feeling, this yearning, and he wonders with a twinge of guilt whether he has taken this role for another person before with his casual inclination to flirt.

he’s sitting beside you, leaning against a tree with his elbows balanced on his knees. you’re toying absentmindedly with a flower, tearing the petals off one by one, and his gaze is determinedly on the sky and not the way the light glints on your long eyelashes.

“do you think you’re a good kisser?” you ask suddenly, eyes still fixed on the flower as you open your palm and watch the soft petals flutter away in a breeze. his gaze flicks to you, and he’s taken off guard, but only for a moment. “depends on your definition of good,” he says evenly. “i’ve had a lot of practice.”

you laugh so hard you have to steady yourself, and it wounds his pride just a bit. he can’t tell if you’re making fun of him. you take a deep breath and then smile at him, eyes sparkling with some private joke.

“i’ve heard,” you say. “you’ve got no shortage of admirers here in inazuma, huh?”

“or anywhere.” he gives a small bow, and you laugh again. the sound sends a burst of satisfaction through him; a tiny victory, maybe. he always feels as though he’s accomplished something meaningful by making you laugh.

you go silent, looking at him with a small grin that is, as always, indecipherable. he shudders as a tiny gust spirals up his spine, but keeps his eyes on you, trying to maintain his composure.

“what about you?” he questions, balancing his head on his hand, in as even and cool a voice as he can manage. “are you a good kisser, [name]?”

your smile grows. “good enough,” you reply easily, stretching out your legs and yawning. “probably better than you. why? do you wanna find out?”

he swallows. his palms are slick with sweat, and he clenches his fingers into fists, taking a beat before he opens his mouth. you watch him without a word, looking more serious than you did before.

“yeah,” he answers. his voice is hoarse, but the easiness of the word is almost surprising. after everything, it was this easy? if he had known that – that the key to gaining this opportunity was simply to flirt like he did with so many others – ?

but no. you are different, somehow, almost off limits unless you initiated the interaction. he wants nothing less than to overstep with you.

he repeats his assent, clearing his throat, and your eyes light up, sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. you lean in, and he closes his eyes, and –

and, your kiss sends him dizzy; you taste like the sweetest strawberries in the height of summer, and your lips are softer than he could have imagined. for that moment, there is nothing more than you and him in the world. he could float away on this high, like dandelions on the wind.

you pull away first, and he fails to steady himself for a moment, face flushed with surprise and heat. you’re really so lovely, he thinks, barely able to put together that one clear thought; your face is knowing, and your mouth still slightly open. you swipe your thumb across your lip.

“i – ” he stammers. you smirk, tilting your head, and he swallows. “i’m definitely a better kisser than y-you,” he says, trying to regain his posture, but with you so close, your eyelashes nearly brushing his cheek, he can barely think straight, let alone speak with his normal wit and charm.

you roll your eyes at his attempt to recover. “you still think so?” there is laughter in your voice, mocking but not quite malicious. he nods, wiping the back of his hand across his face, and opens his mouth again – only to be silenced with a second kiss.

maybe … maybe, you actually are better than him, he reflects silently as you cup his face, deepening the kiss. not that he really has a problem with that.

yae miko wears the same teasing smirk every time you see her at the shrine, a smugly knowing expression of pure superiority that both irritates and captivates you. she takes every opportunity to demonstrate the sheer amount of knowledge she possesses over you, reveling in the way she’s able to shut you down with only a few words, then covering her mouth and laughing daintily, eyes crinkling with mirth as you scowl.

of course, you can’t be entirely displeased with your situation, as she does instruct you properly in what to do. you know that there are many who would give their right arm to be in your place working underneath her, and indeed you do have a prestigious position as one of the attendants at the shrine. but she seems to enjoy exerting her power and intelligence a bit too much.

you can’t decide whether you’re flattered or just plain annoyed by the attention she pays you, the way she seems to delight in your crestfallen face as she clicks her tongue, shaking her head with a mix of condescension and disappointment that paints her in melancholy, but the sparkle in her dusky purple eyes gives her away.

this time is no different; after waking up late, then sprinting as fast as you could from your small house in the countryside, then climbing the enormous mountain as quickly as you could to reach the shrine, you’re suffering through yet another lecture for the mistake you made while your head was still clouded with sleepy panic. you deserve it, technically, but – extenuating circumstances don’t seem to matter at all to her.

“ah, [name], yet again you’ve brought the wrong talismans,” she says, tilting her head and cupping her cheek. “goodness, how many times will it take you to collect the correct ones? you’re acting shockingly unexperienced. i’m starting to wonder whether it isn’t on purpose. do you really value your job so little? if that’s the case, i may have to replace you … ”

you can practically hear her honeyed laughter as you stare at her, pink lips quirked into a secretive half smile. you look away, then back, sinking into a deep bow and keeping your eyes squarely on the ground so she can’t see the anger bubbling in them.

“please, lady guuji, i’m sincerely sorry for my mistake,” you utter in as apologetic a tone as you can muster. “i promise on threat of losing my job that it won’t happen again. this morning was especially hectic, and i’m very sorry for it.”

her eyes brighten and she nods, gesturing you up. you raise your head, expression steady, but there’s still a hint of frustration that must show, because her gaze grows a bit darker with displeasure. you brace yourself for another apology, but when she speaks she almost sounds saddened.

“oh dear, you look so troubled.” she closes her eyes, shaking her head. “you know i’m only hard on you because i care, right … ?” her voice is soft, and she twirls a lock of hair around her finger as she talks, “i know it must be frustrating having to hear my criticism all the time, but it’s not for no reason. i simply want to see you succeed, and i do believe you can achieve great things … with my help.”

you’re shocked by what she’s saying; she’s never praised you or offered any genuinely encouraging words before, and her tone is nothing short of caring. you can almost accept her words as genuine, if not for the teasing glint still in her eyes. “okay,” you say quietly.

she blinks. “[name]!” there is some blend of hurt and shock in her voice. “you don’t believe me?” you stay silent, which is apparently enough of an answer for her, and she presses one hand to her chest. “my goodness, have you thought i simply disliked you this entire time?”

she looks genuinely disturbed and wounded for a moment at your silence, and then – smooth as silk, it melts into a knowing smile.

“you must know that’s not the truth,” she almost purrs, taking a step closer. “i have nothing but appreciation for your hard work, and hold you in high regard … truly, it’s so hard for me to believe that you were of such an outlandish opinion.”

you open your mouth, but she presses one finger against your lips. heat rushes to your face from the contact. her eyes gleam. “really, i don’t understand how it could have turned out like that with all of the special attention i pay you … maybe i should have been more forward from the beginning, hmm?”

she leans in and kisses you, and your eyes fly wide open with surprise before closing as she presses closer. her eyelashes are long and tickling your cheek. her mouth is so soft. she tastes like – like some archaic tea blend, the gentlest sweetness and bitterly fierce at the same time, and you’re so shocked she’s kissing you that you can’t even think straight.

and then it’s over, as suddenly as it began; a spark flicks over your lips as she pulls back, one delicate hand on her chest and giggling softly at your dumbstruck expression. you touch your mouth, and she laughs harder at the disbelief on your face.

“oh, [name] … such a naïve and unexperienced cutie,” she says, and this time hearing your name on her tongue and her calling you unexperienced sends not vexation but a shock of excitement down your spine.

childe keeps his affection for you no secret. he never has; somehow, he missed the memo to be cagey and quiet about his feelings, and instead every person in the nation of liyue (and probably beyond) knows about his “love”, as he calls it, “for beautiful and elegant [name], for whom i would buy everything in the harbor just to win a single smile from their pretty face.” you have a suspicion that tonia is writing scripts for him.

he is everything but quiet, loud and brash and bold in everything he does. to you, he is shining and happy and gleeful, always laughing and offering you things, endlessly smiling. you have never seen that expression leave his face once; he is a shallow man to you, nothing but a flatterer with all glitter and no substance. you have never felt anything romantic towards him, but he continues trying.

you’re picking sweet flowers and jueyun chilis one day, shrouded in autumn’s gold and amber leaves, but the cover of the trees does not shield you from the sight of approaching fatui agents. one brandishes a knife, flickering in and out of sight, and another holds a cannon. both are outfitted in armor, while you have no weapon or protection.

“w-what do you want?” you stammer, holding up your hands defensively. the man with the knife’s red eyes glimmer. “pay your dues,” he snarls, and advances closer with swift movements.

you hold nothing but flowers, and your heart is thrumming in your ears as flame licks at your feet and arms, causing you to wince with pain. you’re caught, you don’t have any money, and there’s nowhere to run.

and then, he appears; red half-cape thing you’ve mocked so many times billowing in unseen wind, his eyes glowing menacingly. for a moment, you’re afraid of him, but his face softens when he sees you, nodding as if to say he’ll handle it, and an unfamiliar feeling of relief rushes through you. then he turns his attention on the fatui, expression hardening back into anger.

"what is going on here?” he says, voice thundering with barely restrained fury. the fatui go silent and still at the sight of him, a fact that confuses and almost scares you, but you’re too busy scrambling behind him to think about it. the fatui drop to their knees. “lord tartaglia,” the hydrogunner says mechanically, “we were simply collecting mora from this citizen – ”

he sweeps his hand, and the man instantly is quiet.

“leave, now,” he says. the fatui protest for a moment, but he flicks his wrist and a long blade made from glimmering blue water appears in his grasp. he spins it casually, with deadly skill, and says, “do you really want to test your skills against me? this is an order. i won’t ask again.”

the fatui go silent, then bow and vanish simultaneously, and you both release a breath. almost immediately, his threatening aura is gone. your heart is still pounding.

“[name],” he starts, turning and rubbing a hand down his face. “are you alr – ”

you cut him off by throwing yourself into his arms and kissing him; he makes some startled, half muffled noise and you have to choke back a laugh. once he recovers his balance, he leans into it, with the easy confidence you would have expected from him, and yet … something about him is holding back; you can feel it in the grasp he takes on your hips as you cling to him, his hold light and ready to let go at any time.

when you pull away, he’s smiling with a tense mix of giddiness and anxiety. you’re suddenly struck with self consciousness, looking away and tucking your hair behind your ear. you can’t believe you just did that. he rescued you, in a way, and it felt like – for the first time, you were seeing him as more than just a bored friend with too much free time. like he actually cared about you. like you meant something to him, something important.

“does this mean you – ” he says. his voice cracks just a bit and he cuts himself off. you cross your arms over your chest, managing to keep your expression even, and thankful that your hair covers the sides of your head; you can feel fluster coloring your ears bright red. “it means whatever i say it means.”

“so? what do you say it means?” he asks, meeting your eyes with a rueful look on his face. there is some measure of resignation there, something that says i know how you’re going to answer, and you decide to prove him wrong.

“it means i like you, moron,” you say before you can hesitate, and as his eyes – blue as the sea, and empty as its cavernous depths, but archons they really are beautiful – widen you pull him into a hug and bury your face in his shoulder, still trembling slightly from the stress of the encounter.

he says your name, and somehow this time it carries weight behind it in a way it never did before. but you only close your eyes, taking in his scent, a mixture of dried flowers and ocean spray, that you never found comforting until now; now, you hope you’ll never leave the embrace of his arms, and something about the way he holds you makes you think if that was what you wished, you could stay like this forever.

collei has bright, sparkly eyes, the color of amethysts; she has a smile that appears on her rosebud mouth with the grace and loveliness of a blooming flower, and a voice like a sweet, chirpy dove. she is pretty; even beautiful, but – you could never say it, not to her or anyone else. maybe it’s the trust in those shining eyes when she looks at you. or the way she grabs your palm, her hands warm, as she pulls you to the newest patch of blossoming florets.

it’s like she’s sure of the fact that there is no secret in the world you hold from her, even though this one – your heart pounding when you hear her laugh – is the biggest you could be possibly hiding. you won’t tell her, you swear to yourself, that you love her, because that’s what it is, really. it’s love, plain and simple. you won’t tell her, because she’s too good for you and she’d never reciprocate.

but this furious heartache, leaving you staring into space to dry out tears, is – well. it’s far from pleasant, but as long as you keep seeing her smile, you …

“you’re zoning out again,” she scolds, waving her hand in front of your face. you startle, blinking, then bow your head and apologize sheepishly as her disgruntled expression comes into focus. “ah, sorry collei, i was just … thinking.”

“i’ll give you something to think about,” she giggles, irritation replaced by excitement. “how ‘bout that?” she points at the sky, and you look up at the gathering grayish blue storm clouds. “we’ve got a rainstorm rolling in!”

she loves bad weather and rain for some reason you’ve never understood. you wrinkle your nose, pointing out it’s monsoon season. the storms can flood through entire sections of the forest; if you stay on low ground where you are, the two of you could be drowned.

“we’re too far from the village to turn back now, what should we do?”

she taps her chin, thinking. “let’s … let’s head to the deeper part of the rainforest and climb a tree, so we’re high off the ground and just wait it out.”

you salute, smiling at her quick thinking. “you’re the boss.”

in the time it takes you to reach the thicker sections of the rainforest and locate a suitable tree, the rain’s already started, seeping through your forest ranger’s clothing. she quickly constructs a makeshift umbrella out of thick leaves and sap, sliding it into the crook of two of the tree’s limbs. you watch her work, fast and capable; she really has grown from the childishly fumbling amateur she used to be. you take a seat underneath when it’s finished.

she sits cross legged, with her face tilted up to the sky, eyes closed as raindrops burst over her skin and slide down her cheeks. she looks peaceful and happy. you’re curled into yourself, the chilly rain soaking you to the bone, and are about to comment on her stoicism when her serenity is broken by a violent shudder.

instantly, you peel off your jacket and tuck it over her. “you’re gonna catch your death of cold if you don’t get under here,” you say, pulling her underneath the umbrella. she sputters, but her teeth are chattering hard enough to break up her words into staccato.

“b-b-but [name], you’re gonna be c-cold too if you don’t have your jacket,” she protests, but you shake your head. “you’re colder, plus you made the umbrella, so just take it, alright?”

she looks at you, eyes wide with such a cute expression – surprise, sincerity, gratefulness – you almost forget how to breathe. you look away and sit back against the tree, breathing slower, trying to preserve the heat you have left.

“i like you,” she says suddenly, and your heart practically stops.

your head snaps to her, seeking for the expression of apology for such a dumb joke, or maybe innocent thankfulness, saying thatin such a childlike way, but – no, what she’s displaying is sincere, real affection, her face colored with a red blush. your breath catches.

she sits forward, tucking your jacket tighter around her. “i mean – not to say something silly and unexpected, but i really – i really, really like you, [name],” she says, her tone sweet, shaky and genuine. “i-i can barely focus sometimes ‘cause i’m always thinking about you, and just now, you gave me your jacket, even though – ” she presses her fists to her face. “i can’t keep it a secret anymore, s-so – even if you don’t feel the same way, i – ”

what ... ? as if i never felt the same way? no -- i truly, always --

“no!” you interrupt. “i like you too! i … really do,” you say, trailing off into a whisper. “i’ve liked you for so long, i can’t believe you … ”

it’s quiet, then. neither of you says anything for a long moment.

“i-if we like each other, we’re supposed to kiss, right? i’ve never kissed someone before,” she whispers slowly, blushing furiously and stumbling. “can i … can we … ” her voice trails off and you wait, heart pounding in your ears. “can we … try it?”

you try to speak, and nothing happens at first, you’re so frozen with shock. you clear your throat, managing “really?” the word is awfully loud in the silence broken only by drumming rain, and she looks even more embarrassed, but nods anyway.

“okay,” you breathe. “okay. i … i’m gonna kiss you now, and – and if you don’t want me to, just say no, and i’ll – i’ll stop.” you wait for her to nod again. she’s trembling, and you can’t tell if it’s the cold or a nervous excitement. you have never seen her smile wider.

you lean in and press your lips to hers. you can hear your heartbeat, and maybe hers too; she smells like flowers, of course, and the kiss is a sugary, clumsy, chaste thing. but it’s her, it really is, and she is flawless. she always has been. so it’s perfect too. and when she pulls away, that’s what she whispers to you as she wraps her arms around your neck.

so that was the first kiss, awkward and new and genuine … and perfect; just like your beloved collei; and you can’t wait to kiss her again, and again, and again.

albedo has always been handsome, but lately his beauty – that’s the only word for it, really – has been nothing less than otherworldly. you’re far from the only person in mondstadt to admire him, as he’s quite traditionally attractive, and polite as well; though of course less savory rumors surround him as well. as the knights of favonius’ chief alchemist, there have been quite a few whispers of his eccentric side and his strange experiments.

this is far from a deterrent for you, however. you’re actually quite interested by his research and find it enjoyable to spend your time in his lab, helping out and simply accompanying him through his explorations of dragonspine. still, your intrigue in alchemy isn’t your only reason to partake in his studies, of course. no, not just his looks, either, but everything about him, really, from his habit of tugging on his gloves when he’s confused to the endearingly blank tone of his boyish voice.

but of course, that unfair loveliness is the first thing you always notice when you see him, and it doesn’t go away. it’s what keeps your eyes riveted to the strands of his fluffy hair, dusted in the last few moments of sunset and a light haze of wintery white snowfall as you sit beside him, clutching a cup of hot chocolate and trying to keep your body still against the biting cold of the mountain.

his bright blue eyes are relaxed for once in his life as he crosses his hands in his lap, staring up at the puffs of thick clouds against the rapidly dimming sky. he’s gorgeous, in a way that seems almost unreal, like he was sculpted from clay and brought to life as the perfect boy. you watch him in silence, affection crinkling the lines of your face into a wistful smile as the minutes pass.

“[name]?” he asks, turning, and you start. “uh – um, yeah?"

“what’s your type?” he says. your breath catches.

the question is almost innocuous, and yet his closeness, the slight blush across his face in the frostbitten landscape, has you shocked, your lips parting for a moment. his eyes flick to your mouth for just a second, then back up to your eyes, and – no, you must have imagined the way his cheeks grow just a shade darker pink.

“my type?”

“yes, sucrose has been telling me about romance, such as the oblivious and pining trope, and star crossed lovers,” he says serenely. “they seem to be very popular in mondstadt, i’ve seen many young women reading romance stories lately.”

oh, you think, with a mix of relief and disappointment, he only wanted to know for his data analysis, as usual. well, there’s really no harm in answering; he’s been so oblivious about your feelings, anyway, he probably wouldn’t even be able to pick up on what you were saying.

“smart guys,” you say honestly, “people who are straightforward with what they want, and they should be devoted too, to what i’m interested in, plus the relationship itself. though, none of it is as important as them being a caring and kind person.” you smile thoughtfully. “i never would have expected this from you of all people, albedo.”

“ah, sucrose said the same thing,” he says almost sheepishly, “but i thought it could be – ” he clears his throat, swallowing before he continues. “ – interesting, to … engage in this sort of thing more often. it’s more exciting than i would have thought.”

you try to ignore the skip your heart makes at this, and prop your head on your hand, forcing your voice to a nonchalant tone. “really? so, have you thought about it a lot? what’s your type?”

you know you don’t imagine it this time, his face blushing a bit redder, and it sends your heart into your throat and your pulse racing, though he keeps his balance and steady voice when he speaks after blinking slowly. despite yourself, you of course want to know his answer.

“people who show their feelings easily, and are willing to be patient,” he says, slowly, tapping his fingers on his knee. “and … i agree with you, that it’s important for them to care about my own pursuits. i think – it’s a sign of a good person who makes a dedicated effort towards partaking and showing interest in my work. someone who’s worth keeping.”

his voice – such a stupid thing to focus on, and yet – he sounds like it’s you that he means, there is some meaningful quality in his tone, as calm and collected as ever, and yet his voice is warm, like a beam of sunlight cutting through the shade cast by a thick forest of trees. he’s looking at you, with those eyes that are as blue as the sea, and you can barely breathe.

he leans closer. sunset has long passed by now, and the moon is gleaming bright in the velvet blue sky. the pale silver light throws his pretty features into shadowy definition, and when he kisses you, his gloved hand cupping your face, his lips are warm despite the cold; your eyes are closed, and yet all you see are stars.

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electromaniac · 2 months

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Scaramouche (Hat guy) Academia Hcs

Wanderer is enrolled in Vahumana, the Darshan that focuses on aetiology and social sciences.

Scaramouche is a criminal justice major. (extremely ironic considering his past as the 6th harbinger)

Because of this past, he’d be pretty good at his major, always raising the curve. (people absolutely hate him for that)

Is the absolute worst partner (no offense to him) He’d silently judge you for the way you work, mentally calling you incompetent, and ultimately does the entire project himself.

He has intense anger issues, but an immense amount of self-control that he has to channel to get through his day.

Personally believes that his major is straightforward, the constant essays nothing compared to the paperwork of his past.

Because of his mindset towards the difficulty of his work, he often gets irritated when his colleagues ask questions he considers stupid.

Treats his time at the academia as a pastime, simply because it’s not complex enough for him to really worry about.

(Critiques and opinions are appreciated, please inform me if I have mischaracterized him in anyway <3)

#wanderer #scaramouche #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin scaramouche #genshin scara #kunikuzushi #wanderer genshin #wanderer imagines #scaramouche imagines #kunikuzushi imagines #genshin #sumeru #sumeru akademiya #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader

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vntey · 6 days

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stuck in the rain

character(s): wanderer/scaramouche

summary: after finding a cat in the rain, you and wanderer agree to take it in

You both had finished your studying for the day and decided to take a walk around Sumeru City before heading back to your shared house.

While passing the docks and marveling at the nice weather the sky opened up as if to silence you.

Wanderer pulled you closer to him while grumbling something about not wanting you to get sick.

With you both under the large brim of his hat, he started to lead you back home. You were doing your best to resist the urge to kiss him right there in the rain, when you suddenly broke away after hearing a small meow close to the water. Peeking out from behind a stack of crates was a small, soaking wet, cat, shivering with all its might.

You slowly stuck out your hand for the cat to sniff you hesitantly. When you tried to pet it, it backed away slightly.

Behind you, Wanderer scoffed. "Don't tell me you're thinking of bringing this cat home."

"There's no collar on it," you commented. "We could at least take it in for the night and search for a possible owner once it stops raining."

He sighed and reached towards the cat as well, surprised that it immediately found a liking to him.

He couldn't help but smile as it rubbed its face on his hand. Finally he nodded. "Okay let's take it in for the night, but only one night."

You smiled as you scooped up the cat and held it close to your chest, hoping your body heat would help warm it up. The cat meowed the whole way back home, seemingly expressing annoyance and gratefulness at the same time.

At your house, you had Wanderer distract it with a red string while you helped dry the shivering creature with a towel. Upon being dried, the cat was revealed to be a dark grey female who had been enraptured by your partner’s aloof personality.

That evening, the cat begrudgingly slept between you and him, pretending it was for warmth. You knew better, though. You could see how much she appreciated her saviors and snuggled up to Wanderer just as you were falling asleep, along with a small smile on your partner’s face.

a/n: I hope you enjoyed!

©vntey

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luvinelysia · 1 year

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(ex) lovers under arrest !

pairing: scaramouche x reader (smau + written)

genre: exes to lovers, fluff, filo

wc: 1.1k

notes: this was supposed to be a valentines special while also serving as a teaser for an upcoming smau im working on but uhm this didnt really fit into the smau's plotline. think of it as me testing the waters. although this isnt included in the new smau's plot, all the characters here are the same characters on that smau too. i didnt proofread this btw sawry..

the door opened which caught both of your attention. the door revealed tighnari and the rest of the student council. you knew what they were here for and you dreaded it.

tighnari quickly explained what was happening although you both already knew why you were here.

'bwisit talaga toh sila!! kapag ako makapaghinganti—' you thought as the council students put the handcuffs between you two. the indigo-haired boy groaned completely annoyed at the situation.

"ugh, i cant believe im wasting my time being handcuffed to someone like them..." scaramouche complained, making you annoyed. "grabe ka makapagsalita ha, akala mo kung sino ka?? ano ka ba, gold?" you retorted

"how noisy... di ka marunong mag shut up?" he complained again making you even more agitated than before. 'porket na pogi ka ganyanin mo ako?!?—' you wanted to say but kept it in your mind as to save your pride.

"remember, wag kayo makipag away. pwede nyo ipatanggal ang handcuffs pag lumipas na ang isang oras unless kung nagpaextend yung bumayad sa inyo." the stuco president— tighnari, reminded.

"sana pinahandcuff nyo naman ako sa lalaking maganda ang ugali" you insulted as he groaned "you talk a lot for someone whos much more unbearable" he surely didnt fail to irritate you. "i swear, kung malaman ko kung sino yung nagpahandcuff..." he mumbled something undearneath his breath but you didnt bother listening in. you were too preoccupied with your internal panicking.

the both of you left the booth and stood infront of the entrance for a while. you didnt know where to go since you'd have to basically drag the boy handcuffed to you to be able to enjoy the next hour.

after standing there like two idiots, scaramouche dragged you to walk around. "hoy! saan ka papunta?? nakalimutan mo ba na andito pa ako? sabihin mo muna san ka pupunta before you drag me around!"

scaramouche ignored your constant screaming as the people around gave you weird looks while some of them were awwing about how you two were handcuffed.

"yieee!!! may crush ka na pala scara?" you hear a ginger-haired boy shout in the background which you assumed to be scaramouche's friend. he ignored the ginger haired boy as the both of you walked towards a more secluded area.

he took you to the library (technically dragging you) as he opened the doors and stepped in. "i wanted to go to the library since its more quiet here" he seemed a lot more calm now unlike how he was earlier when he was constantly complaining. "i hope you dont mind me dragging you here. it was too loud for me out there" his change in attitude startled you. was this really the same scaramouche that yelled and complained earlier? perhaps he was just overwhelmed?

he walked over to the shelves to find a book to read which caused you to stumble since again, you were still handcuffed. he searches for a book that interests him until he finally picks up a book. he looked at you for a moment. "...baka gusto mo rin bumasa? it'd be awkward if you just stood there while i read.."

"no its fine... tutulog nalang ako dito" you said as he sat down on the floor leaning against the shelved, which caused you to stumble amd get dragged down on the floor.

"...bat ka umuupo dyan, eh may lamesa at upuan naman doon" you pointed at the tables and chairs lined up. "you said you wanted to sleep and it'd be uncomfortable for you to sleep if you sat down there" his gaze never leaving the book. "as if mas comfortable pa dito..." you mumbled as you sat down properly to make yourself more comfortable.

he gazed at the handcuffs as he grabbed your wrist to pull you closer to him which caused you to flinch. the close proximity startled you, painting your face and ears a bright red. you didnt know what to say, and as much as you try to deny you didnt want to move away either so you just sat there, with your head on his chest.

"..sorry" he finally spoke up. "i know how much you dont wanna talk about the past... but i just want you to know that i still love you" his sudden confession made you even redder than you are now.

"tumahimik ka nga.. ang corny mo" you tried to look anywhere but his gaze. he chuckled at your response. somethings just never change. "besides, antagal na noon. mas mabuti pa kung kalimutan nalang natin—"

"what if ayaw kita kalimutan?"

curse scaramouche and his way with words!! "tama na please baka mahuhulog ulit ako sayo" you said nonchalantly, which made him chuckle. "what if i wanted that?"

"i know you have a lot of questions and im willing to answer them" he let go of the book he was holding as he held your hand. "im sorry for leaving without saying anything or giving you a reason. i felt like you deserved someone better than me." he spoke as you listened intently

"i noticed how much you prioritized me over yourself. i realized how much time you wasted on me instead of pursuing whats best for you. i realized how much i didnt deserve you"

he kissed the top of your head which sent butterflies on your stomach. you were supposed to be mad at him damn it! not fall in love!

"i miss you, y/n. please give me another chance." his voice was soft. you could tell he was being genuine. and who are you to deny someone like him? after all, you arent exactly the strongest person out there.

'god, alam nyo naman hindi ako malakas, marupok lang ako'

"namiss talaga kita kuni." you started after a bit of silence from your side as his heart beat when you said his name. "sino ba naman ako para sumabi ng hindi. marupok lang naman ako"

he chuckles as he kissed the top of your head.

"alam mo ba? mahal talaga kita" he said as you groaned "yuck ang corny mo talaga... i love you too.." you mumbled the last part but it was loud enough for scaramouche to hear.

the both of you stayed in that position for a while until your one hour was finally over. if this was you one hour ago you might have been relieved to be finally be free from this pure evil named scaramouche but now, you cant help but want to extend it as to not let him go again.

you both walked back to the booth as tighnari and the others removed the handcuffs. your wrist felt a bit sore as you rubbed it.

"congrats on surviving an hour" tighnari joked as scaramouche simply glared at him. "pwede nyo rin mapahandcuff ang friends nyo"

"we dont really need—" scaramouche was cut off by you.

"actually meron ako gusto ipahandcuff" you said while mentally laughing about what might be thoma's reaction.

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cottonkendi · 1 year

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Betrayal | 7

MASTERLIST

Kunikuzushi x Reader

Word Count: 835

Genre: slight angst

Warning: implied violence

Synopsis: Help

Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

a/n: sorry for the long wait, took awhile for me to have some free time from uni... <;33

You remember the way that the lanterns had reflected upon Kunikuzushi’s eyes at the last Lantern Rite.

Remember how they glistened like the stars.

Your very own galaxy.

And now, you stare back at him, but instead of the grandiose scenery of Liyue filled with lanterns leading you home, you are surrounded by the wreckage of the domain. Broken wallpaper littering the cut up tatami mats.

Vases broken, paintings torn off from the walls.

In the middle of the chaos stood Kunikuzushi.

Eyes glistening with tears, porcelain skin now littered with harsh bruises that match his hair.

He stares at you with eyes that look like they’ll like glass, sobs escaping his lips with every breath.

“(Y/N)...”

He whispers your name for the first time, hand reaching out for you before his legs give out, prompting you to run to his side, arms wrapping around him as his arms automatically wrap around you as well, face buried onto your neck as he sobs louder.

“(Y/N)... d-don’t abandon me… please…” He whispers against you, his grip on your clothes tightening as you pull him closer to you if that was possible.

You don’t know what to do.

Your mouth feels quite dry as you continue to hold him.

It does not feel like it’s enough.

Holding him like this while surrounded by the chaos and hurt that he’s been marinating his sadness for who knows how long.

He needs to get away.

Get away from this domain.

From this island.

From this country.

“Kunikuzushi… hold on. I’ll get you out of here.” Keeping your eye on him, you materialise out of the broken room and onto a Liyue hill, a waterfall a few feet away from you with the sun just about to set.

Your personal abode.

Perhaps this will help with smoothing out the cracks in Kunikuzushi’s heart…

Settling down on the grass, you pull him onto your lap as he continues to shake in your hold. You hold him tightly, a hand caressing his back as he mindlessly babbles against your skin, interrupted every few seconds by his hiccups as he tries to pull you impossibly close.

It takes hours.

Hours of sniffling.

Silence.

Tears.

It never stopped.

And though you may not understand it all quite well, you can feel it in his chest. Can feel it as his heart breaks as he presses against you.

His tears feel like venom as he tries and aggressively wipes them away with shaking hands.

His palms are filled with crescent maroons, blood barely seeping out from self-inflicted wounds.

Through those hours, you continue to hold him close, continue to caress his back and hair, whisper your words onto his ear, whisper so only he can hear.

Whisper so he knows you only mean them for him. No one else can ever come close to him.

You tell him of his worth. Remind him of who he is in your eyes and who he has always been.

His mother, how terribly hurtful his words had been towards her when he explained, did not deserve his tears for he is strong and precious and worth every single celestial blessing that may fall from the skies.

You utter such words in hopes that he would believe you.

You utter such words hoping that he would realise that perhaps there is more to the story than what he can feel in the moment but how terribly insensitive would you be if you told him now.

How ignorant would you be if you tried to ‘defend’ the electro archon.

For now, you wish to only offer yourself up to him as his support. As the person he calls out to in times of such tragedies.

Hours of crying renders him tired, inevitably falling asleep in your arms.

Carefully, you stand up, making your way to the side of the river, the waterfall’s thundering water merely sounding like background noise as you begin to clean him up, a cloth in your hand as you wipe away the remaining tear stains on his cheeks.

With every wipe of the cloth, you wish to wipe away his anguish.

With every tear stain that disappears, you hope that a thorn in his heart is plucked.

“Kunikuzushi… the weakness that you speak of… I think that that is what makes you so strong. In a world full of pain, where so many choose to hide away from such emotions, you choose to embrace it… I wish to be like you someday. I wish to learn how to feel love like you do…”

Pushing his hair away, you press your lips against his forehead and hope to take away his pain and keep it for yourself.

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captaincryolicious · 1 year

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✧ two make a team

02. get your mind off him!

✧ scaramouche x gn!reader pokémon au series

✧ summary: you've hated each other for as long as you can remember, and you want nothing to do with the male you despise so much. but then you suddenly have to work together to achieve the goal you both chase. can you put the rivalry aside and make it happen? or will the hatred you share get the best of you?

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“...and then he had the nerve to show up and interrupt my peaceful evening,” you seethed, balling your hands into fists in your lap. There was nothing relaxed about your current position, as you were seated uncomfortably on the very edge of a chair in Collei’s living room.

You were at your best friend’s house, and your mood had been sour for nearly the entire day ever since your encounter with Kunikuzushi yesterday evening. The poor Collei had to deal with your complaints all day long, but all she did was listen to your curses patiently and look at you sympathetically every now and then. She knew everything about the rivalry between you and the male, down to every small detail.

“He’s just so… ugh,” you complained, throwing your hands in the air in frustration. “I don’t know why I always run into him. It’s as if I’ve been cursed ever since I was little or something.”

“Hearthome City isn't that big of a town, you’re kinda bound to run into each other,” Collei pointed out, calling over her shoulder from the kitchen, where she was working on some homemade pokémon snacks.

“Couldn’t he have lived in freaking Snowpoint City?” you sighed, finally leaning back into your seat for your position finally got uncomfortable to deal with. “Or even better, make him move far away from the Sinnoh region. Take his ass all the way to Alola or whatever. I just don’t want him here.”

Your voice got louder as you kept talking, and just thinking of the male got you all worked-up again. Your best friend made a face at you, but you completely missed it, too immersed in your little domain of hatred and frustration. Collei pursed her lips, never quite sure what to do with your small outbursts. She completely understood why you couldn’t stand the guy, for she did not quite like him either, but they didn’t downright share a rivalry so the entire concept of hatred was hard to grasp for the girl. Yet she never really commented on it, never urged you to try to get along because she had no reason to. She simply let you ramble on and on about Kunikuzushi either until you were done or until she had enough. The latter didn’t happen too often, but today was surprisingly a day as such.

“Y/N, can you give this to your pokémon?” she asked when merely a moment of silence between your angry rants emerged. “I want to see if they like it.”

She presented you with a small bowl that contained something brown and mushy. You gave the substance a doubtful look; it didn’t look too tasteful, neither for you nor for a pokémon. Still, you hesitantly took the bowl from her hands and placed it on the coffee table.

“Why don’t you let your pokémon try it?” you asked, though you could already guess the answer.

“They kinda refuse to test my creations at this point,” Collei explained with a small sigh, and for a moment you could perfectly imagine her Leafeon and Skiddo making a disgusted face at yet another failed attempt to make her own recipe for a pokémon snack. You weren’t sure if you could do that to your own pokémon, but your hand flew to your belt anyway.

It was Collei’s dream to create her very own snack line for pokémon, and she spent hours a week in the kitchen simply to achieve that goal. She had been trying for a couple of months already, but so far all her attempts had led to failure. Yet, she didn’t give up, and who were you not to support her in her journey? You were fully confident that she would make it. Some day, at least.

In a flash of red, you took out Lycanroc from his pokéball. Out of all your pokémon, he was the least picky eater and he basically ate anything that was remotely edible. The wolf pokémon looked at you excitedly, wagging his tail as you gently patted his head before taking the bowl from the coffee table.

“Hey buddy, wanna try this?” you cooed, placing it on the floor in front of him.

He sniffed a few times, and you had to stifle a laugh when the furry wolf didn’t look all too confident in taking a bite. He doubtfully looked at you, as if he were saying, do I really have to eat this? You felt a bit bad for your loyal pokémon, who nearly cringed when he took a bite. He bravely gulped down half of the bowl’s content before he stopped. Both you and Collei looked at him expectantly, and your friend heaved out a small sigh when the canine pokémon shook his head.

“Again,” she groaned, crumpling the failed recipe in her hands.

“One day you’ll succeed,” you assured her with an encouraging smile. “Don’t give up, Collei.”

Lycanroc looked like he was about to throw up any minute now, and you quickly transferred him back into his pokéball where he could recover from his… interesting meal. You lightly patted the smooth surface of your pokéball as you put it back on your belt, as a way to apologize to the brave wolf.

“Maybe we can use the remains of this snack to poison Kunikuzushi,” you muttered darkly, eyeing the bowl on the floor. Various master plans started to move around in your mind, mostly revolving around how you could get your rival to eat the mushy substance. He was a lot of things, but being dumb wasn’t one of them. You’d probably have to force-feed it to him and–

“Y/N, you really need to get your mind off him,” Collei stated firmly. “He’s all you ever talk about at this point. Almost as if you have a thing for him, or something like that.”

You snorted, though it lacked any form of humor. You? Have a thing for Kunikuzushi? You wouldn’t, absolutely never, not even when the end of the world was near, not even when you two were the last people on Earth. If you had a choice, you’d steer clear of him completely, but it was as Collei had said earlier; Hearthome City wasn't a massive town and you were bound to run into each other. What a curse. You strongly hated his guts, so why was she suddenly talking about having a thing for him? That was pure nonsense.

“Don’t give me that look,” the girl said sternly. “You know very well that you are lowkey obsessed with the guy. Love him or hate him, it’s both an obsession and the line between those is thin.”

You laughed, again humorlessly. What was she implying here? It made no sense to you in the slightest and you gave her a perplexed look. You didn’t like what she was saying, because there was absolutely no truth in those words. You weren’t obsessed with him, what did she mean by that? All you ever did was try to avoid him, to get him out of your mind and pretend he didn’t exist. Although you were more than ready to dropkick his pathetic ass all the way across the Earth, as long as he landed far, far away from you. Okay, maybe she was right about one thing. You talked about him a lot, but you simply had to complain about him or you’d go crazy. But yeah, his name fell off your lips quite often, you had to admit that.

“I have an idea to distract you a little, I think,” Collei mused, her purple eyes lighting up. “Let’s go outside, Y/N!”

A bit confused about her sudden change of demeanor, you got ready and followed her outside onto the streets of Hearthome City. It was quite warm outside, with the sun shining brightly high up in the sky. Tonight would make another peaceful night, and you were hoping for one that wouldn’t be rudely interrupted by your rival.

Collei dragged you over the pavement excitedly, and judging from the direction she was going and the corners she rounded, you guessed that she was leading you towards the city’s local gym.

“This came to my attention a few days ago, but I completely forgot to ask you,” she told you, her mood suddenly bright and elated. Whatever it was that she was talking about, it clearly sparked her enthusiasm.

You had to admit, your curiosity rose quickly, and by now you were nearly running over the sidewalk as you went to Collei’s destination. It proved to be the gym indeed, and to your surprise there was a small crowd gathered around the entrance. Was there some kind of event going on? You hadn’t heard of such a thing, but maybe your best friend had. The two of you joined the small gathering of people, and your eyes were pulled towards some tall billboards that surrounded the building.

Hearthome Duo Pokémon Tournament, sign up now! they said.

So there really was an event going on, huh? You skimmed over the additional information that told you about the ins and outs of the event. Apparently, the meaning of this event was that trainers from all over the Sinnoh region signed up in duos – with friends or family, for example – and battled their way up the ranks until the two best duos would face each other in the grand finale. It surprised you that Hearthome City would host such an event, but you couldn’t help the smile that crossed your features. Hell yeah, now you were talking!

“Want to sign up together?” Collei asked. “It seems fun.”

“You don’t even have to ask,” you grinned.

It seemed to take ages for the crowd to dissolve a little, and you waited impatiently until it was finally your turn to sign up. You took a pen, writing down your name next to Collei’s neatly. You could already feel a hint of adrenaline pumping through your veins upon the mere thought of the tournament. You loved pokémon battles, and it had been ages since you last battled in a real competition. Now was your chance to prove your worth, to see how good you and your pokémon actually were.

But then a mop of violet hair caught your eyes, and your heartbeat froze over for a moment when you realized that Kunikuzushi was standing next to you. He too was writing his name on a different piece of paper, next to the name that belonged to the only guy you ever saw him get along with, Aether.

As if fate was really cruel, you found each other’s gaze, and the glare in your eyes hardened.

“What are you doing here?” you both asked at the same time, your voices almost growling.

“Don’t tell me you also signed up for the tournament–” you brought out.

“Why else would I be here, dumbass?” Kunikuzushi sneered.

Wasn’t that great? This entire tournament was Collei’s idea to get your mind off him, but now you probably had to fight him at some point. Of course that would work in your favor since you always beat him – though you weren’t sure what Aether and Collei would contribute to the fight, a factor you definitely had to calculate – but you weren’t at all pleased that he could be there. Wasn’t there a single thing you could do without having him interfere? On the other hand, you weren’t really that surprised to find him there. You mentally planted your hand against your face; you should’ve seen this one coming. Was it too late to cross your name out?

“Let’s go, Y/N,” Collei urged, tugging on your arm.

You followed your best friend with aversion, but not without sending another resentful glare in your rival’s direction. He, too, glared back at you as Aether pulled him away from the scene. All eyes were on you, and you could hear the quiet whispers among the crowd. Of course the entire town knew about the rivalry between you and Kunikuzushi, and now you were opponents in an official tournament. Now that was quite a happening. You two just made this tournament a whole lot more interesting. One of you would proceed further up the ranks than the other, which definitely wouldn’t do well to the rivalry you already had.

This situation just got a little more complicated, and Collei’s plan to get him off your mind had backfired – miserably so. Now the male only had more reasons to linger on your mind perpetually.

Great.

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silvousette · 1 year

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⠀ 诺 . ୨౿⏜⏜⏜ INTRODUCING...

🎀 Wanderer and his lazy hands !

⪩⪨ㅤㅤ˚ㅤㅤ⌣ㅤSMOOCH!ㅤ꒪ㅤ⋂⋂ㅤㅤ♡

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٤ 🎀 ! At the start, Kunikuzushi was really a shy boy. Being scared to even lay a finger on you. He was aware of how much electricity he emanated when he was nervous, and oh boy, was he nervous. Kissing you was a dream come true, how you absolutely melted into the kiss made his heart full of joy, the bolts of satisfaction knowing how good he could make you feel. His ego was off the roof when it came to kissing your soft doll lips, not being embarrassed anymore of erasing the space between you two, giving himself the full liberty of even holding your tigh in his hand. How could he not? It was delightfull seeing you squirm when he squeezed an played with such a delicate place, like a little kid playing with it's food instead of eating it.

⪩⪨ㅤㅤ˚ㅤㅤ⌣ㅤVENGANCEㅤ꒪ㅤ⋂⋂ㅤㅤ♡

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٤ 🎀 ! How to make Kuni weak on the knees? Is a dangerous question you were dedicated to find the answer. And you weren't even shy to go as far as you could to discover the truth! Whispering softly while roaming your hands trough all of him, only to notice the way his body jumped when your hands grabbed the back of his neck trough that making out session. The Wanderer quickly noticing the hell of a trouble he's into since you discovered his weak spot. Now his heart can't even control itself, loosing all of his bad boy persona just to make you feel as good as you make him feel. This grumpy boy would always do anything for your smile, but now, he would do anything more intensely. All for you, just for you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ♡॒ ۫ ᰍ ۪ จูบ ִ ᰱ ﹏

I AM SO DOWN BAD FOR HIM IT HURTS (🎀 T T) I hope ya'll like my new theme TEEHE. I have a lot more writing projects on my draft but my Kuni brainrot is too big 2 think abt anyone else. . BUT I'LL TRY MY BEST!!! Requests R always open babes.

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ballads-for-kuni · 1 year

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My Guiding Light (Pt. 2)

Masterlist || < Part 1 | Part 3 >

Kabukimono, as he used to be called, is now forgotten.

In his place is Scaramouche, the Sixth of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers.

His star is the only one to call him something different.

“Kunikuzushi,” his star whispers softly into his ear, hidden under the wide brim of his hat.

A name all his own, gifted by the one dearest to him.

“Hmm?” He hums gently in return, in contrast to his harsh glare, Fatui agents scrambling out of his way to avoid his spartan punishments.

“You must go to Tatarasuna,” his star whispers. “There is something of importance there to me, as dear as you.”

“That place? Why?” He frowns, and the Fatui move faster to clear a path for him.

“I’m afraid I’m fading.” His star whispers, pain clouding their voice for the first time in a while.

He stops abruptly, in the middle of an ice-cold hallway full of agents, just like the rest of Zapolyarny Palace.

The agents flinch. The look on his face is positively thunderous, dark clouds obscuring his usually angry expression, turning it stormy.

“What?” He hisses, barely audible to human ears.

“I’ve known for only a short while,” his star admits, “the pangs started not too long ago, about a week back.”

“I’m going. I won’t accept this. You’re not leaving me. You can’t, not now.” He swears under his breath, resolute and angered.

He resumes his little march down the hallway, even as his star glows faintly in gratitude and affection.

It makes his ichimegasa twinkle with an otherworldly glow.

The meeting was chaotic.

“Your Majesty, I insist. Of all of us here, I am the only Inazuman by birth. I know my country better than anyone else here. It would be in everyone’s best interest for me to accomplish the mission in Inazuma.”

After a full 3 hours of arguing with the other Harbingers, he was arranged to go to Inazuma.

“See?” He smiles gently, holed up in his quarters on the ship being loaded for their voyage to Inazuma. “I told you I could do it.”

“Of course,” his star glows faintly, proud and pained all at once, “my Kunikuzushi is capable.”

An unfortunate Fatui agent is chosen to deliver news to the Sixth Harbinger.

“S-sir,” the agent stands outside the door, knocking twice.

“What?” His superior’s annoyed voice floats into his ears.

“T-the ship’s f-finished loading, s-sir,” the agent stutters, “w-we’re setting sail soon.”

“Finally,” Scaramouche snaps, “get moving then, I don’t want to be there longer than necessary.”

“Y-yes, s-sir!” The agent bows to the door, then spins around as fast as he can to get away from the menacing aura around the Sixth’s quarters.

Not a moment later, the boat sets sail.

“Is this what we’re looking for?” He murmurs quietly to his darling star, standing in ankle-deep water and allowing the bioluminescence to wash over his feet.

“Yes,” his star’s voice grows louder by the hour, stronger the closer they are to home.

“Take some,” he orders his men, “and find a way to sustain them back in Snezhnaya.”

“Y-yes, sir!”

“The beach’s ecosystem is important too, Kuni dearest,” his star chides him.

“And I don’t care how many samples you take, just don’t deplete the supply like a bunch of idiots!” He adds.

“Honestly, which moron doesn’t know to take a total of under 30% of the population for study?” He mutters, intentionally loud enough for the nearest few agents to hear.

The word is spread of the Harbinger’s instructions, and the Fatui begin harvesting.

It’s hilarious watching fully grown men and women, known and feared for their heinous deeds, splashing around in the shallows of Tatarasuna’s beaches trying to catch the evasive glimmers like a gaggle of children.

They get lectured.

“You’ve cut one in half. Do you want to die just like the glitter will?” “You’ve gathered more water than sparkle in that bottle, you useless twat.” “It won’t survive the transport back.” “This sample is as unimportant as you.” “Dump it out and take another.”

“Enough, Kuni,” his star whispers after a while of the agents’ toiling, “I’ll be fine with this much.”

Crates upon crates of glittering glass bottles line the beach.

“Mmm,” he hums, walking over to make a show of inspecting their spoils.

“Passable,” he sighs, “pack them up carefully. Let’s go.”

Their meeting with the famous Traveller has his star pulsing in erratic patterns, the first in a few decades.

He knows that pattern.

Disapproval.

Anger.

Disappointment.

His stomach churns at the thought of his star so upset with him, that he orders all the Fatui to pack up and load the ship in preparation to leave.

In the bustle, he murmurs a quiet “I’m sorry” to his companion, and his star chides him. Gently, like they always have.

“That wasn’t very kind, Kuni. Nor was it honourable.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“I will wait for you. I cannot stay with the Gnosis; it will consume me.”

“So you’re leaving?”

“No, I will return,” his star soothes him, the balm to his sharp words. “But you will have to walk the beginning of the path you chose alone. Godhood is lonely, Kuni; outliving your people has never been the goal of any god. I will watch you. I will be there, as I always have been. Just this time, I’m not quite next to you anymore.”

“When I become a god,” their little charge vows, “I will find a way so that you can stay by me. You won’t have to avoid the gnosis anymore.”

“When that day comes,” his star promises, “I’ll find you.”

His star winks in and out of sight for a while, and then that comforting, constant silver glow is no more.

And for the first time since his birth, he is alone.

It’s a painful thought.

He steels himself and grips the gnosis tighter, stalking out of the now-abandoned factory to begin his plan.

The ship sets sail, and when it docks back in the eternal winter of Snezhnaya, The Balladeer is nowhere to be found.

The Balladeer, and one small chest of his personal belongings.

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chuusmuts · 2 months

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imagine kabukimono finding out you lactate

smut(?) i'm not sure myself, sorry. afab reader, lactation kink, nipple play, fingering, just kabukimono being in love with your boobs/breast milk.

kind of another version of innocent kabukimono going wild because gosh, i'm so horny for him (´┓`*)

some nights ago, while doing the laundry, he noticed some milk stains on your clothes, particularly on the chest part. as far as he remembered, the milk stock had already finished, so being the curious boy he was, he decided to ask you about it. kabukimono could feel his heart beating faster, feeling nervous for some reason as he walked over to you. it's nothing wrong, right? he just wanted to know where did you get the milk. "hey, umm... can i ask something?" he asked quietly as he looked at you timidly.

your ears perked up at his voice, and you turned your head to look at him with a surprised face. it was unusual for him to look so shy like that. "um... yes? what is it?" you asked in confusion. there was it again. when you turned to look at him, he noticed a wet spot on your kimono. and again, on the chest part, on your breasts. did you not notice it?

"oh, it's nothing important." kabukimono said softly, his heart still pounding. "i saw some milk stains on your clothes, specifically on your chest area. i just wondered how they got there." he bit his lip, feeling even more nervous than before. he wasn't sure why he cared so much about this, but he felt like he needed to know.

still confused, you tilted your head in puzzlement before impulsively looking at your clothes, and oh gosh, the milk stains were big. your cheeks and ears immediately flushed, your eyes widening as you covered your breasts with your arms. like he said, it's nothing important, your milk was just leaking. you were merely lactating, and it's something kabukimono didn’t know.

"t– this!" you stammered. "it's nothing, s– so, you don't have to worry." from the look of your reaction, he could sense the embarrassment coming from you. normally, people would've already guessed what was happening, but that's not the case with kabukimono. since he's a puppet, he was completely clueless about this whole situation.

"mhm." kabukimono nodded, trying to process everything you said. he was lost, unsure of how to respond. he watched you cover your breasts, feeling both confused and intrigued. "umm..." he started in hesitation. "why do you think i'm asking, then?" he looked down at himself, frowning slightly. "you see, i'm not really used to seeing that kind of thing, y'know? It makes me curious, and... well, I want to know about it." he blushed shyly under your gaze.

"y– you want to know..?" fiddling with your fingers, you watched him sit beside you on the bed. "that's um..." you looked down for a while before looking at him again. you weren't really uncomfortable, just abashed. well, maybe it's not a bad idea to tell him. he already found out, anyway.

"s– so, uh... basically, women's breasts produce milk... whereafter, it will come out from the nipples." you started as you tilted your head down so your hair would fall over on your face to hide your embarrassment. "this usually happens while pregnancy to feed the baby later, s– so, i don't know why it's happening to me. it even keeps leaking from my breasts..." obviously, you felt insecure and shy since lactation doesn't usually happen to unmarried women.

kabukimono's eyes widened, and he could feel his own cheeks flush with heat as you explained everything, his heart pounding once more. "mhm," he murmured, nodding slowly. "that's interesting." he shifted, feeling awkward, unsure of what to say next. "so... does it taste good?" he asked, smiling nervously.

for a moment, you thought he was asking about the taste of your breast milk thus, you got extra embarrassed. "that's... i, myself, do not know since the only time i drink it was when i was a baby. so, i'm not really sure. i'm sorry, i can't help you with that." you said in a quiet tone, your arms still covering the wet part on your breasts as you chewed on your bottom lip. still, what you didn’t notice was him looking at your breasts intently.

he swallowed hard, feeling a sudden urge to taste the milk. it seemed like such an odd desire, but he couldn't help but feel drawn to it. "umm... could I try it?" he asked, glancing back at you, his eyes pleading. he felt vulnerable and exposed, but he also felt like he had to know. there was just something about breast milk that fascinated him.

"e– excuse me?" you almost choked on your saliva since you didn't expect him to ask the most unforeseen question. your heart began to thump as fast as his when he asked to drink your milk. was he... that interested in it? "c– could you repeat that again?" you were so embarrassed that you're afraid you heard him wrong, and it's just a hallucination.

"could I taste your milk?" kabukimono repeated, this time without stuttering. he was practically quivering with excitement, his hands clasped together in front of him. how could he not when he's about to try something new? "please, please let me try it." he leaned forward, his breath hitching in anticipation as he begged you.

in your eyes, you could see how his eyes sparkled. you could see that he really wanted to taste the milk so badly and be needed to know if it was good or not. that stupid eyes of his. sometimes, his curiosity is really out of this world. you just let out a shaky breath as you looked away. you knew he didn't have an evil purpose and was just curious about the taste of breast milk, but... this was clearly wrong. however, when you looked at him once again, you found yourself hard to deny him even though you felt like your heart was going to burst.

"i– uh, okay." you whispered quietly, looking away again. kabukimono smiled brightly as he reached out to touch your breasts, sliding them off your kimono and gently cupping them in his hands. his thumbs brushed against your nipples which were leaking with milk, causing them to harden. "is this alright?" he asked, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued to rub your nipples.

"y– yeah." you let out a shaky sigh as you closed your own eyes, refusing to look at the sight of him brushing his fingers against your soft nipples. "j– just don't take too long, please." you continued with another whisper before whimpering quietly, which you hope he didn't hear it.

kabukimono nodded and hummed softly, his eyes roaming over your boobs, taking in every detail. he licked his lips, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips before leaning in closer and pressing his mouth against one of your nipples, sucking gently. as he suckled on your sensitive bud, he began to lave it, his teeth scraping lightly across its surface.

a soft moan was ripped off of your throat, and it made you cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. this was the first time he had seen a woman's boobs and the sight of it was too intrigued for him to ignore. to add in, your milk was delicious, too. as he continued to lick and suck, his tongue flicked against your nipples, savouring every drop, causing his mouth to make little sucking sounds as he did so. you could feel your breasts slowly getting emptied as he started to suckle harder.

kabukimono groaned impulsively, his tongue dancing over your nipples, sucking deeply. he pulled your kimono aside, exposing your entire chest, his mouth working furiously as his tongue lapped up the excess milk that dripped onto your skin. he licked up every last drop, dragging his tongue across your skin until your breasts were coated in a thin layer of milky saliva. when he finished, he released your nipples with a wet pop before lifting his head, his eyes gazing at your flushed face.

your nipples were now swollen from how hard he sucked and when you realised he was done, you peeked through your fingers to look at him as you asked, "y– you... you're done?" you asked breathlessly, not noticing your top was already stripped off by him. "yeah." kabukimono said, grinning, his tongue slipping out to lick the milk off his lips. he glanced down at your breasts, his eyes lingering on each of your swollen nipples. "it tastes good." he said simply, his voice full of satisfaction. looking up at you again, his eyes filled with wonder and excitement. "i'd love to taste more if you'll allow it."

sliding on your kimono again, you only smiled awkwardly as you thought nothing of it. yeah, he was just joking, you thought to yourself. he might even forget about it on the next day. wrong. on the following day, kabukimono knocked on the door of your room again. obviously, he wanted to drink more of your milk. however, you being clueless like always, you had no idea that he really liked and still remembered your tits and breast milk. "yes, kabukimono? do you need anything?" you questioned.

"yes." kabukimono answered, his eyes twinkling. he glanced down at your chest, and his eyes lingered on each of your plump breasts. "i want some more of your milk." he said it like a normal request, his voice soft and sweet. his gaze was still fixed on your breasts even after stepping into your room and shutting the door behind him. "i can't stop thinking about how delicious it tasted." he said, his voice low and husky, completely different from earlier.

"...eh?" you froze in your track when he asked for your milk again. did you just... fucked up?

thus and so, breastfeeding him had become a routine for you as he kept asking for your milk every day. you knew you could say no, and he would stop immediately, but you didn't have the courage to. he's so innocent, you almost thought he was still a child for a moment since he kept begging you to breastfeed him.

it had been a month, and yet you're still nursing him as a routine. and even though it had been that long, you still couldn't shake off the embarrassment every time you fed him. howbeit, you had noticed something strange lately. every time you breastfed him, he would occasionally moan, leave marks on your breasts, nibble on your nipples and fondle with your breast while he drank the other one.

today was no different as he suckled on your nipples while fondling with your breast. whilst you struggled to hold back your moans, kabukimono moaned shamelessly and loudly, his tongue swirling around your nipple as his hand pinched and twisted your other nipple, rolling it between his fingers, causing you to whimper and squirm. his eyes glanced up at you, and he murmured lowly against your boob. "mmm..."

eventually, he lifted his head, and as his eyes locked with yours, he spoke, his tone suddenly becoming passionate. "you're so beautiful." he wasted no time as he leaned in and kissed your collarbone before biting it softly. subsequently, he turned his attention to your other breast, suckling on your nipple as he bit and pulled on it lightly before swirling his tongue around it.

he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely as he sucked on your nipples. he had no idea, but he had been experiencing weird feelings every time he drank your milk. he had this strange attraction toward your breasts and milk, and he wanted to keep sucking on them. in other words, he had come to know what it was to feel desire and pleasure without realising it himself. maybe he wasn't as innocent as thought because unknowingly, a few days ago, he had found out what sex is without you knowing. and even if he's just a puppet, he's still a man.

you mewled a muffle moan as your hand moved to grip onto his hair, rubbing your thighs together as you felt your slick drip down between your legs. at this point, you already gave up on trying to hide your whimpers as another one escaped your lips when he flicked his tongue over your nipple and rolled the other one simultaneously. "a– ah, kabuki..." your voice was as delicious as your milk as you called out his name.

kabukimono's lips parted widely, his tongue sliding along your other nipple as his body trembled with lust and desire. lashing his tongue out, his teeth grazing your flesh. he let out a husky moan, his eyes watching you as your face contorted in pleasure. "mmm... i'm sorry, y/n." he whispered half-heartedly. he came to know what he was doing was wrong. therefore, he needed to at least apologize, even though it was unenthusiastic.

still, his desire won over him, and he couldn't stop himself from suckling on your nipples, from leaving hickeys all over your soft boobs. he didn't know how bad it was affecting you as your eyes welled with tears, and you almost became a sobbing mess from too much pleasure. he swirled his tongue around your nipple once again before suckling on it, each suck sending a stronger jolt of pleasure right to your clit.

you also felt how he pressed his body against you, his hips pushing against your thighs and his hard length pressing against your leg. your grip on his hair tightened a little, and your moans began to get louder as you were slowly falling apart, kabukimono having zero idea about this. he was only focusing on your body, more precisely, obviously your boobs and breast milk.

even after your breasts were emptied, he couldn't stop himself from sucking on your nipples. it was too addictive to him, he just liked it when your soft breasts were pressed against his face. whereas your body writhed underneath his, he slid his fingers inside your pants before brushing his thumb against your clit and rubbing it at a slow pace, causing you to let out the cutest whimper. he could feel how wet you were and if he had to be honest, he was proud of himself.

"i love your breasts... they taste so good." he mumbled, sucking on your nipple harder as his thumb began to pick up its pace and rub your clit faster, his fingers pressing into your folds. drool dribbled down from the corner of your lips as you bucked your hips, unable to control yourself any further. your breath slowly became ragged as he stroked your clit and and swirled his tongue around your nipple before sucking on it again.

shortly after that, he moved his lips from your nipples down to your tummy, licking your tummy and leaving trail of kisses and marks. while he did so, he inserted his fingers inside your hole and began to fuck you, causing you to cry out and arch your back in pleasure. "k– kabuki–!" you screamed his name as tears streamed down your cheeks.

hearing you screamed his name only fueled his desire as he didn't stop and instead thrusted his fingers harder inside you, teasing your sweet spot. he wanted to make you feel good, to hear you moan, to hear you whimper. he wanted to watch you squirm, to watch you cum because of him, just like he read and saw in the book. shortly afterward, your walls clenched around his three fingers and an orgasm washed over you as you moaned loudly, your eyes rolling back and cum pooling out of your cunt endlessly, coating his fingers.

he stopped for a moment and took out his fingers, lashing out his tongue to taste your delicious slick. after he licked it clean, he inserted his fingers again inside your tight walls and began to thrust inside you. he didn't give you any break and instead quickened his pace. you catched a glance of his very pure eyes glancing down at your wet pussy and you just knew he wasn't done with you yet. "i wonder what else my tongue can do with your delicious body."

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 ? ! (𝒮𝒞𝒜𝑅𝒜𝑀𝒪𝒰𝒞𝐻𝐸)

roommate! scaramouche x f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw + unprotected sex / raw sex ﾉ modern au / roommate au ﾉ male masturbation ﾉ clit play ﾉ dirty talk ﾉ oral sex (f receiving) ﾉ nipple play / tit play ﾉ biting ﾉ teasing ﾉ size kink ﾉ mdom + fsub ﾉ not proofread ! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

thirst was requested ! so sorry i didn't get this out sooner ! tumblr also ended up deleting your thirst from my inbox ! i hope you enjoy reading thissss ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

The headboard slammed against the wall, creating a loud, repetitive bang. The bed was creaking, the springs crying out as the mattress dipped and shifted beneath his body. His head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut. A loud, breathless groan left his lips, his face flushed a pretty red. His hair was plastered to his forehead, beads of sweat rolling down his neck, his skin glistening. His chest heaved, the rapid rise and fall of his chest mesmerizing, and you were unable to tear your eyes away. It was like you were in a trance, his noises, the way he looked, the way he writhed and squirmed was captivating, and you couldn't help but watch him with an expression of pure awe. The scene before you was better than anything you could have ever imagined.

The crack in the door was ajar, just wide enough for you to peer through. You had heard a strange noise, a thump, something hitting the floor. It had woken you up, the noise sounding suspicious, and you had crept down the hallway, towards the closed bedroom door. You had been planning on checking in on him, to make sure that nothing was wrong, that everything was alright. But the sight before you was enough to have your heart pounding, a rush of heat flooding to the pit of your stomach. You knew you should leave, should give him privacy, but you couldn't tear your eyes away, the urge to watch him too strong. He practically radiated sex, his moans breathless and erotic, his voice a deep rumble, a husky, desperate sound. "Y/N..Oh, fuck.." he groaned, his back arching off the bed, the sheets tangled around his legs, the muscles of his abdomen rippling. Your mouth went dry, the sight absolutely delectable, and your eyes widened. You hadn't expected him to say your name. You were tempted to reveal yourself, to crawl into bed with him, but something kept you rooted in place.

His hand moved rapidly, the muscles of his arms flexing, the tendons standing out as he stroked himself, his fingers wrapping tightly around his length. His free hand groped at his chest, his hips rocking as he thrust upwards, his movements becoming erratic. "Fuck, Y/N.." he moaned, the sound sending a shock of arousal down your spine. "I want you.. I want you s' fucking bad.. You have no idea.." His words sent a wave of heat through you, the sound of his voice enough to make you dizzy. He sounded so good, so desperate, his voice cracking as his chest heaved, the air leaving his lungs in short, rapid bursts.

He groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as his breathing hitched. "I wanna fuck you.. So fucking badly.." he gasped, his eyes rolling back. His hips bucked, his thighs trembling as he fucked his hand, his grip tightening around himself. He bit down on his bottom lip, his brow furrowing as a strained noise left his throat. "S-Shit.." he hissed, his hand slowing down, the movements becoming more drawn out, the pleasure dragging. "I want you to ride my cock.." he breathed, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "I-I want you to bounce on my dick, fuck yourself on me.. I want to feel you around me.." he gasped, his head tossing back, a low groan escaping his throat. "Fuck, Y/N.. You don't even know how badly I need you.. Oh, fuck.. I-I need to cum, baby.."

The sight was almost enough to have you coming undone right there, a whine catching in the back of your throat. You were dripping wet, your arousal soaking through your underwear, the needy throb between your legs growing unbearable. You shifted slightly, your legs pressed together, trying to gain some relief, any relief. But it only served to further the ache, and you bit back a whimper. His words made your head spin, the desperation in his tone making you weak in the knees. "S-Scara.." you gasped, the name slipping out before you could stop yourself.

Scaramouche stilled, his eyes flying open. His gaze shot towards the door, a look of alarm flashing across his features. You shrunk back, ducking away, praying he wouldn't see you. But the door creaked open, the hinges squealing as the door was shoved aside, and you were forced to stumble forward. "Shit.." you swore, falling into the room. Your cheeks burned, a wave of heat rushing over you, embarrassment making your head spin. You tried to back away, tried to make an escape, but Scaramouche was already on his feet, his hand gripping your arm.

"Enjoying the show?" he smirked, his voice laced with amusement. He yanked you towards him, his hands finding your waist. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, and he pulled you flush against him, a small gasp leaving your lips. You could feel his length against you, hot and heavy, and you shuddered, a soft noise leaving your lips. He grinned, his eyes glittering. "I didn't think you'd be so perverted, Y/N." he purred, his words sending a jolt of electricity through you. His grip tightened, his hold becoming bruising, and you let out a small whimper, your eyelids fluttering.

"I- I didn't mean to! I heard a noise, I- I thought-" you stammered, the words spilling out of your mouth. Scaramouche merely grinned, his gaze darkening. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear. He nibbled on your earlobe, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin. You gasped, a shaky moan leaving your lips. "i t-thought you were hurt." you managed to stutter out, your words trailing off into a low whine. You could feel his hardness against your leg, and you shivered, a jolt of heat shooting through you. His lips trailed down your jaw, his mouth brushing against the delicate skin. "Well, I am in pain.." he drawled, his lips curling into a smirk. "You see, there's a very gorgeous girl who won't stop teasing me.." he purred, his hand cupping your cheek. "And now she's in my room.. And I'm so desperate for her.. I can't stand it." he continued, his fingers tilting your chin, forcing you to look at him. "What are we gonna do about that, hm?"

His gaze burned into yours, the look in his eyes making your heart pound. His stare was intense, hungry, dangerous, and you felt your breath catch. You didn't know what to say, how to respond, and the words died on your lips. You wanted him, you wanted him more than anything, and your body trembled, your desire for him overriding your embarrassment. "Y..you could.. Um.." you stammered, your words trailing off, uncertainty clouding your mind. You were suddenly unsure, self-conscious, your shyness getting the better of you. You didn't know how to ask him, how to put it into words, and the nervousness made your stomach twist. Scaramouche raised an eyebrow, an amused expression flashing across his features. "Could what?" he pressed, his fingers stroking your cheek. His touch was gentle, affectionate, and you felt yourself relaxing, your body leaning into his. You swallowed hard, your gaze drifting towards his chest. You were suddenly very aware of the fact that he was naked, and you felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks. You glanced away, unable to look him in the eye, and he chuckled. "Cat got your tongue?" he teased, his lips quirking up. "Tell me what you want. I promise I won't bite."

"I.. um.. You could.." you faltered. "You..could..f-fuck me?" you managed to choke out, your voice barely a whisper. You didn't know how else to phrase it, and although the words sounded crude, vulgar, your voice was small and hesitant. Your eyes flicked up to his, gauging his reaction. His eyes darkened, a predatory gleam appearing in his gaze. He grinned, his fingers caressing your cheek, and he leaned in close, his mouth pressing against your ear. His voice was husky, a low growl, his words sending a rush of heat down your spine. "I was hoping you'd say that." he purred.

Your breath hitched, and he captured your lips in a searing kiss. You let out a small gasp, your body arching against his, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, his hands roaming over your body. He cupped your breasts through your shirt, erect nipples poking against the thin material. You whimpered, a low moan leaving your lips, and his fingers tugged at the hem of your shirt, his hands pushing it up. His fingers danced across your stomach, his hands moving upwards, the fabric of your top riding up. He broke the kiss, pulling back slightly, his eyes raking over your body. "Fuck.." he breathed, his gaze sweeping over you. "You're so fucking beautiful.." he murmured, his eyes darkening. He pulled your shirt over your head, discarding it to the floor. His hands roamed over your body, his touch sending a rush of heat through you. You gasped, a moan escaping your lips as he palmed your breast, his fingers tweaking a sensitive nipple. "So perfect.." he hummed, his mouth finding your neck. He sucked on the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing over the area, marking the skin with little bites. His fingers trailed downwards, his hands hooking around the waistband of your shorts. He tugged them down, the fabric pooling around your ankles, and he pushed you back onto the bed.

You fell back onto the mattress, your head hitting the pillows. Your hair fanned out beneath you, the strands tousled and messy, and he stared down at you, his gaze roving over your figure. "So fucking pretty.." he breathed, his hands moving to his member. He stroked himself slowly, his fingers wrapping around his length, a low groan escaping his lips. You bit back a whine, the sight making your core clench, and you squirmed, a dull throb growing between your legs. He pumped himself slowly, his fist moving up and down his shaft, his movements measured, controlled. "You want me?" he asked, his voice low.

"I want you.." you breathed, a warm buzz tingling through your body, making your head spin. He grinned, his hand coming down to rest on your thigh. He gripped your leg, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and he pushed it back, exposing you to him. Your cheeks flushed, the cool air hitting your slick center, and you whimpered, a shiver running down your spine. You were sopping wet, arousal coating your inner thighs, and he grinned, licking a fat stripe up the slit of your core. "Awh, this all for me? How sweet." he hummed, his eyes glinting. He pressed his face against your sex, his tongue parting the swollen lips. You gasped, a shudder wracking your frame as he licked up the length of your cunt. His cock strained against the bed sheets, leaking precum onto the comforter, and he groaned, his tongue delving into your hole and exploring the velvet heat. His hands held you in place, his fingers gripping your thighs as he ate you out, his tongue darting out to taste every inch of your core. His mouth closed around your clit, suckling on the bud, and you cried out, a loud moan leaving your lips. "O-Oh..!" you squealed, the sudden rush of pleasure sending a wave of heat through your veins. He pulled back, his tongue flicking out, teasing the sensitive nub. "You like that?" he smirked, his eyes darkening. He licked at your center, the flat of his tongue stroking your aching cunt. You let out a whine, the noises spilling from your lips making his dick twitch. "Bet you'll love my cock even more." he laughed, his hands gripping your hips.

He flipped you over, pulling your hips up and positioning you on all fours. Your arms buckled, your upper body sinking down, your face pressed into the pillows. Your ass was on display, your sex glistening, the sight making his length throb. He positioned himself behind you, his hand reaching down to grip the base of his cock. He lined himself up with your entrance, his tip brushing against your slit, the anticipation making your head spin. The head of his member nudged at your core, and he slowly began to slide in, the thick length stretching you open. Your mouth dropped open, a moan falling from your lips, the sound muffled by the pillow. His length was hot, searing, and you could feel every inch of him, every vein, every ridge. It was like your body was made for him, your walls molding around him, accommodating him perfectly. "Mmmh.. yes.." he groaned, his hips meeting the swell of your ass. He bottomed out, his tip kissing the entrance to your cervix, the stretch making your eyes roll back. He gave you a moment to adjust, his hands finding your hips. He rubbed soothing circles into the skin, his thumbs pressing into the flesh. "You're squeezing me so tight.. such a slutty cunt.." his hips rolled as he spoke, drawing back slightly before thrusting forward, pumping your gummy pussy full of his cock. He pulled out until just the tip remained, the head catching on your rim, before snapping his hips, burying himself deep inside of you.

His member speared into you, his thickness spreading you wide open, a string of screams and moans falling from your lips. He started a brutal pace, his length pistoning in and out of your needy cunt. "Ah! Ahn.. Aah..s' much..!" you wailed, your face buried into the pillows. The noises were drawn out, your words slurred and garbled. The feeling of him splitting you open, stuffing you full of his length, was unlike anything you'd ever experienced, and you were unable to control yourself. "Mm, You loved teasing me, didnt you? Is this what you wanted all along? For me to break and fuck you just like this?" he panted, his hand coming down to grip your hair. He yanked your head back, forcing you to arch your spine, your body contorting to accommodate his demands. His free hand reached around, his fingers rubbing slow circles into your clit. "Yes! Yes, s' what I wanted!" you sobbed, a wave of pleasure washing over you. His fingers moved in a tight circle, the pressure making you cry out. "Please, please, please! Don't stop..!" you gasped, your walls clenching around his length. Your walls fluttered around him, the pressure mounting, and he groaned, his cock twitching.

"That's it.." he breathed, his hips stuttering. His movements were erratic, his thrusts becoming messy and uneven, the pleasure clouding his mind. "Scream for me.." he hissed, his nails digging into your hip. You were teetering on the edge, the knot in your stomach tightening, your orgasm fast approaching. "Let me hear you.." his voice came out in breathless grunts, his words punctuated by a particularly hard thrust, his fingers escaping your clit and gripping the front of your throat. His hand wrapped around the column of your neck, applying the slightest bit of pressure, and that was all it took. You came undone, a loud cry tearing from your lips, the noise ending in a choked whimper as he squeezed your throat. You screamed, his name leaving your mouth over and over again, a mantra of moans and pleads and whimpers. Your eyes rolled back, white stars bursting across your vision, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. "Cummmingg!! Mmhh, fffu-u-uu-uhh..S-sca-ra!! Ahn.." you moaned, the pleasure so intense that you couldn't think, couldn't form a coherent sentence. Your words trailed off, the sounds turning into incoherent babbles and gibberish. You trembled, your legs shaking, the strength seeping out of your body as you rode out your high. You squeezed around him, the walls of your cunt pulling him in deeper, milking him for everything he had. He let out a grunt, expletives tumbling from his mouth. "F-Fuck.." he hissed, his cock twitching. "Oh, fuck, fuck.. I'm gonna.. I'm cumming.." he groaned, his grip tightening around your neck. "Gonna- Fill.. you up-! Fuck- fuck, feel my cum.. fill up that tight little cunt." he moaned, his hips stuttering, his cock jerking inside of you. You felt his load shooting into you, hot and thick, and you sobbed, the feeling pushing you into another orgasm. You could feel him filling you up, the sensation making you lightheaded, your mind going fuzzy. You could feel his cum dripping out of you, sliding down the inside of your thighs, and the feeling only served to make you clench harder. Your eyes fluttered shut, your body going limp as you came down from your high, the saliva running down your chin soaking into the pillow.

You panted, gasping for breath, the room spinning. Scaramouche pulled out, his hand trailing down to your dripping center. His fingers dipped into the mess, the digits scooping up the excess, before spreading the substance across your swollen cunt.

"Y/N, Y/N.." he tutted, his tone patronizing. "Look what a mess you made." he cooed, his voice mocking. "My poor princess, all fucked out at drooling on the bed." He chuckled, a sadistic grin twisting his lips. "You should've known i couldn't have let you get away with teasing me like that.." he hummed, his voice dangerously low. "We're going to have a lot of fun tonight, baby."

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“ if you’d say you love me ”

✧ some way or another, every member of the global pop sensation 6REEZE has fallen head over heels for you.

✧ kunikuzushi, venti, kazuha, heizou, aether, xiao ; fluff, slight hurt comfort ; idol au ; not proofread

the first to be sucked into your irresistible gaze is kunikuzushi, known as the main dancer kuni to 6REEZE’s devoted fanbase, STORM’S EYE. it’s almost funny, considering how kuni is known for being the sharpest and most angry member of the group, who dismissively flicks his hand at fans pleading for his autograph. somehow, it was always you who was able to see past his thorny exterior to the blazing passion underneath.

as the group’s manager, you know almost everything about each of the boys, from their favorite colors to their most coveted dreams. only kuni refused at first to open up to you, calling it a waste of time because he had more important things to do than team-building. there were some tiny hints of disappointment on your face whenever he opted out of the group hangouts early, but you never forced him into anything, no matter how eager everyone else was.

yet, there was some tiny part of him, buried far beneath, that almost wanted you to make him. to be given an excuse to learn more about you, and to be known as well as you knew the other boys. he never acted on it, and so it’s by complete chance the first time you show having knowledge of him beyond what he’s voluntarily shared.

he was in the rehearsal room, packing up his bag and wiping the sweat off his brow after another long day of practice. while his singing and rapping skills were mediocre – for an idol, of course, which made them still far above average – he had been scouted solely for his skill at dancing and thus had to train much more in that area than any other. while it was his passion, he still found himself exhausted beyond belief at the end of the day.

you opened the door without looking up, talking on the phone to someone about future marketing plans (i’m sorry, but if you want heizou to model that line then you need to take aether too because he doesn’t have enough deals yet). kuni cleared his throat.

your head shot up and your eyes landed on him. “kuni!” you said, sounding surprised and ending the call with a tap of your finger. “oh, do you want this? here – ” you dug in your tote for a moment, then tossed a bottle to him. startled, he threw out his hands and almost fumbled the catch.

“ragnvindr energy?” he read the label out loud. the neon pink coloring on the plastic wrap almost hurt his tired eyes, but he was still able to discern the title. “what is this?”

“isn’t that your favorite brand?” you asked, sounding surprised.

“yeah, but – how would you know that?” he said, the usual bite in his voice gone, replaced by confusion as he stared at the bottle. you tilted your head. “well, you bring it practically every day and keep it in your bag, so,” you shrugged, “i just noticed. that one’s my favorite, so i thought i’d have you try it too. which flavor do you like best?”

there was some strange pulse of feeling through his chest at those words. that casual recognition, the easy way you stated that you had noticed something about him. that you were paying attention. He couldn’t explain why it felt so important. so heady and exhilarating in a way that almost rivaled the feeling of dancing.

“green tea,” he said, without thinking. “the more bitter it is, the better.”

you laughed, and he sucked in a breath. the sound was like – the first rays of light peeking over the horizon in the morning; like rain drumming on leaves in the midst of a storm. like music. so easily, he could be lost in that rhythm the way he gets swept into a song even in just the first few beats of an addictive melody.

“green tea, huh. you aren’t supposed to have that much caffeine, but i saw how hard xiao was pushing you today.” you lifted your shoulders in a what can you do gesture, then pressed your index finger to your lips. “maybe try to drink more water in the future, but for now you definitely deserve this. let’s keep it our secret, okay?”

“o-okay,” kuni stumbled over the word, surprise still freezing his wide-eyed expression in place, hating the choked breath lingering in his throat as you smiled back at him. a blush rose to his face at the sight, coloring the apples of his cheeks bright red. “thanks.”

“of course! once this next m/v comes out, you’ll have more room to breathe,” you said reassuringly. “just hold out til then.” he nodded, not trusting himself to speak without his voice cracking embarrassingly. what is this? [name] of all people, causing this reaction? get yourself together! they’re just your damn manager, not your –

he silenced his inner thought before it could finish that humiliating sentence.

“well, see you later,” you said, waving goodbye and leaving the room as you tugged your phone out of your bag, already returning to your itinerary of plans to make. there was silence for a long moment, his eyes still focused sightlessly towards the door. kuni looked at the bottle in his hand, turning it over multiple times before unscrewing the cap, lifting it up, and dumping the whole thing over his head.

he stood there for a moment, the smell of artificial sunsettia flavoring soaking through his hair and cool, sticky juice dripping down his cheeks, soaking into his long sleeved exercise shirt, and pooling at his feet, an speechlessly angry and dumbfounded expression on his face. the heat in his cheeks refused to dissipate. then he took a deep breath in, hoisted his bag over his shoulders, and headed for the showers.

the second person to be enchanted by you is venti, the main singer, with a pleasant, boyish voice that can go unexpectedly deep and serious. considered immature and childish, he’s also the most rebellious of the group, in a way; the one who would disappear for hours at exactly the wrong times, fetching expensive gifts for the other members and interrupting meetings with the company heads to interject his own opinions on music and production.

this was yet another day that he was spending doing the opposite of what he was meant to; visiting a local café, one of his personal favorites because of their cutely decorated cakes and lattes, wearing thick black sunglasses and a face mask.

currently, he was hurrying away from the café, holding a bag with a small box of petit fours and a caramel-apple flavored special edition coffee, trying to lay out his plans for the rest of the day. i just need to get out of here, then i’ll get right back to the company and start practicing again. it’ll only be about ten minutes to go straight home, it shouldn’t take that long…

“oh my god! is that venti?! like, from 6REEZE?!”

… damn it.

“can i please get a photo? i love 6REEZE, i know all your songs! i have, like, every single photocard released since you debuted!” the nervous babble of the girl who spotted him was admittedly somewhat flattering. “h-hey, sure, a photo’s fine!” venti said, a dazzling smile leaping to his face as he bent slightly to make a peace sign at the camera. the girl clutched her phone in both hands as she took the photo, like it was a priceless item of some kind.

“oh, me too, please! you’re my favorite!” begged her friend, bouncing excitedly; her hysterical voice reached a new pitch as venti did finger hearts in her photo. “hey, what’s going on over there?” “what, is he some kind of celebrity?” voices began to bubble through the crowd at the noise, and soon enough, there was an entire group of people shoving up against him, asking for pictures and autographs and asking questions that he could barely hear.

panic was starting to burn in his chest, flustered words of hey, excuse me, i’ve really got to go spilling from his lips, with no end in sight to the mayhem. then, he spotted a familiar figure; you, hand shielding your eyes from the sun, peering out over the crosswalk for, presumably, him. your gaze lit on the commotion, and then on him. your jaw dropped slightly in surprise at the uproar being caused simply by his presence.

he made eye contact with you through the crowd, panic sparking in his eyes, an unmistakable help me forming on his lips. there was annoyance on your face, and for a second he thought you were going to leave, but instead you opened your mouth as wide as it would go and shouted, “HEY! IS THAT CHILDE FROM DCKZ?” pointing – somewhat unkindly – at a random passerby, a tall boy with bright ginger hair.

screams rose from the crowd, the unique sound of teenagers seeing their favorite, most handsome celebrity crush, and in the following roar of sound as the poor boy was swarmed without warning, venti was able to slip away, flicking his sunglasses back down onto his face.

you met him in the center of the crosswalk, quickly starting to walk again. you chided him gently, smacking his arm with the back of your hand at his impulse to suddenly disappear, and he apologized, only sort of meaning it.

“part of me is kinda annoyed that someone like childe would get more attention than me,” venti remarked wryly, hooking his mask with one finger and pulling it back over his face, careful to tuck his two toned braids into the back of his hoodie. “with his one-note singing, he shouldn’t have half the audience i do.”

“sure, but don’t worry, that won’t last for long,” you said, your eyes sparkling with determination as you strode confidently through the streets; venti’s slightly shorter legs scrambled to keep up with your quick, assertive pace. “you’ll be a superstar someday. i’ve always been sure of it.”

there was a sudden, strange feeling of a lump in his throat; his green eyes flickered to your back, the 6REEZE tour hoodie that you were wearing and its list of sold out dates written down the smooth, high quality fabric, and strange whispers of memory fluttered into his mind. a thousand days spent practicing, the moments right before rising onto the stage, his heart pounding so hard he could barely think and sick nervousness boiling in his stomach, rendering him almost unable to speak. and you, of course, holding out a water bottle, a sheet of lyrics, a helping hand, as always.

his breath caught and a frantic whirl of thoughts spilled into his mind. the feeling that there’s something he was always overlooking before, something obvious that he never noticed even though it was right in front of his face, like he was missing something crucial, something so important that now that he had noticed its absence it was like a puzzle piece had been cut out of his still beating heart.

wind blew past his face, and time seemed to slow down in the next second; you turned, a smile flitting to your lips and the words “hey, go a bit faster!” falling into the air as your hand flashed out, connecting the space between you, and grabbed his wrist. in that moment, there was no other way to describe you than… angelic, with golden sunshine drenching your face, your fingers cool against his skin, and he struggled, suddenly, to take air into his lungs.

“anyway, what did you leave for?” you asked, abruptly breaking the spell. venti shook his head, disoriented. “w… what? oh – i,” he held up his paper bag sheepishly. “i wanted to get a coffee.”

“oh? from where?”

“just this café i like,” he said, almost embarrassed of the answer. “well, can i try something?” you asked. he fumbled in the bag for a moment before taking out a small pastry, a layered cube of strawberry shortcake. you popped it into your mouth and chewed for a moment, and he found himself holding his breath with the hope that you would like it.

“wow, that’s really good,” you said with surprise. “can i come with you next time?”

there was no excuse for the shot of adrenaline that rushed through him at the innocent question, and he was so thankful that you weren’t facing him as a giddy smile crossed his face. “sure thing!” he said, brightening, and quickened once more to continue in pace with you.

the third person to melt into your fascinating mind is kaedehara kazuha, the songwriter of the group and main rapper; a fan favorite for his calm and relaxing exterior that belies a fierier soul underneath. it helped, of course, that he wrote extremely popular and romantic songs. you had a strong friendship with him, as he was the member you had known the longest, practically since he was a trainee and you were both much younger.

right now, he was laying on the floor of your apartment and listening to a demo track of a new song, already planning the words to the sweet, delicate piano melody, while you sat on the couch scribbling in a spiral bound notebook, eyebrows knit in a concentrated expression. you heaved a sigh, ripping out a sheet of paper and crumpling it into a ball before tossing it on the floor frustratedly. kazuha paused the music. “what’s wrong?”

“i’m just – trying to figure this out,” you sighed. “the words just won’t come to me.”

“what are you writing?”

“… poetry,” you said begrudgingly. when he laughed, hiding the surprised and excited thump his heart made when he heard that word, and then the following shock at those emotions, you threw a pillow at him. “stop it! you write this kind of thing too!”

“yes, but i get paid to do it,” he pointed out, refraining to mention that it was also his main pastime outside of his idol duties. “can i see it?” you shook your head instantly, and his lips tugged downwards into a frown. so, [name] writes poetry. what a coincidence. his eyes glittered, fixing his unhappy look on you.

you closed your notebook and gave him a big smile, slightly pained in a way he could only recognize due to your years of friendship. “really, it’s just a hobby. it’s about time for dinner anyways. shall i start making something?”

“no, show me,” he requested, tilting his head, dark red eyes locked onto yours. “please?” he wanted to see them so badly, a hint of desperation seeped into his voice. he almost cringed at that sound. but why was he so curious? of course, he inexplicably loved the idea that you had one of the same hobbies as him. composing poetry and songs? it was as if you were made to be together.

he bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, and tasted salt on his tongue for a second, the pain jolting him back into his right mind. partners, of course, is what he meant. friends. nothing more than that. how could he be having such stupid thoughts about you, his oldest friend?

your voice drew him into reality again. “okay, fine, just don’t judge me. it’s… really dumb,” you admitted, closing your eyes and cracking open the spine of the notebook. kazuha ran his fingertips over the paper, ridged with line after line of your cramped handwriting in thick ink. as he took in the contents of the pages, his eyes widened. this is…

“a love poem?” he said aloud. you squeezed your eyes shut as he started to read the words halfway down the page. “… lost to me like dandelion fluff / i grasp for another handful / another breath, wishing for you cupped in my hands.” he rocked backwards, clapping his hand over his mouth not soon enough to muffle the laughter.

your cheeks colored and you snatched the notebook back. “ugh, kazuha! get out of here! i didn’t even finish it yet!”

“no, no! i’m not laughing at you!” he said, though he was a bit. such a tacky way of words, and yet… “it’s just so sentimental, i never would have expected this from you. it’s, sort of sweet.”

“well, you never know,” you said, placated slightly by his words. “and anyway, i’d never show it to anyone but you. it’s just for fun.”

you’d never show it to anyone but me? logically, he knew there were a thousand reasons for you to say that, ranging from him being another poet, to him being your close friend. and yet, he latched onto the one he wanted the most.

“who’s it for?” he asked, as casually as he could, as calmly and slowly as he could. as if there was no meaning behind that question at all. as if the idea that such a poem could maybe, possibly be for him didn’t make his heart explode into fireworks of joy, without him even knowing why. no, not quite; of course, he knew why. his job was writing love songs, anyway. he had just never thought that of all people, it would be you who caused these feelings he’d sang about a thousand times yet never experienced.

“i’m not telling,” you said, sticking your tongue out childishly before looking embarrassed. his heart plummeted into his stomach. even though it was an answer to be expected. he couldn’t explain this crushing disappointment at your refusal to speak. “w-well, anyway… why don’t we go get something to eat now?”

it was unmistakably an escape from a conversation you didn’t want to continue. yet, kazuha wanted to ask you to wait, so he could see another poem of yours. even if it led to heartache, he wanted to know so badly that it almost hurt. the possibility of you writing something like that for him was something he wanted more than anything in that instant. and yet…

more than that, he wanted you to be comfortable around him. that was truly what he wanted most. so… “okay, sure,” he obliged, and you set down your precious notebook as the two of you stood to leave, him casting one more glance towards it and wondering after its tantalizing contents.

as you both stood in the elevator, waiting for its descent to the bottom floor, he turned to you. “hey, what was the name of that poem again?”

“dandelions,” you said, another embarrassed flush tinting the tips of your ears. “it’s silly, but— ”

“no, it isn’t. dandelions,” he repeated, the word tingling on his tongue. it felt like he was on the verge of something new, somehow, that familiar warm, sparking feeling he always got right before an idea for a brand new project. “i like it.”

the next single is soon released, titled wishes in the breeze, a heartfelt ode laced with sugary-sweet declarations of love for an unknown person. you find a copy of the tape– its cover plastered with an image of the boys sitting together with their backs to the camera, kazuha in the middle, one eye showing as he turns his head– outside your apartment door; in the liner notes of the tape are shreds of a poem in red ink.

the third to fall prey to your beauty is shikanoin heizou, the main visual and most outgoing, charismatic member of 6REEZE. of course, he’s quite talented as the other members, but his true strength is in his magnetic personality that draws in new fans almost every day. he always knows just what to say, a perfect comeback locked and loaded on his tongue and ready to burst no matter what the situation is.

after wishes in the breeze won ‘best new pop song’ at a prestigious teyvat awards event, you and 6REEZE were invited to a celebration dinner with many other famous artists. heizou was standing with the other members and holding small talk with a punk-pop girl band trio that recently released an album that swept the awards, golden apple.

“heya, [name] just came in,” the shortest girl said, tilting her head towards the entrance. “ain’t that ya manager, heizou?” he smiled instantly, and agreed, “ah, yes!” with a gleeful look on his face. “i wasn’t sure they were going to show up, they don’t usually like big crowds, but i guess this was too important of an opportunity to pass up.”

he swiveled to greet you, hand already raising in a wave, and as his gaze landed on you, the world seemed to stop turning for a moment, the words falling out of his mouth and disappearing.

highlighted underneath the dancing lights, there you were; in a forest green tuxedo, the silken material of your sleeves almost glowing as you rubbed the back of your neck nervously. your hair was styled in such a way that you looked like royalty, sweeping over your shoulders, and when you turned your head slightly and the bright color of your eyes was caught in the glimmer from the spotlights above, he could just feel his heart in his throat and the bittersweet taste of longing.

heizou was unable to speak for a few seconds, almost unable to breathe. it was lucky for him that kazuha caught sight of you and waved you over, because he couldn’t get a single syllable out, let alone a greeting. you crossed the room to the small group.

“how fancy,” kuni scoffed, sharp nose turned up as he jutted out his chin. “no wonder it took you so long to get here, primping like this.”

you pulled at your sharp collar. “it’s a little stifling,” you said with just a hint of sweat to betray your flustered interior underneath your calm expression. “i don’t usually get dressed up like this, but… it’s for such a special occasion, and it’s a little fun too – ”

“it looks amazing, [name]!” venti exclaimed, stars in his eyes as he grabbed your hand and pumped it up and down. “seriously, the best! you didn’t have to go so all out for us, we would have been happy with just a fancy sash or something,” he laughed. you accepted his handshake without a change of expression, as the other boys oohed and aahed dutifully.

“i mean, come on! this is so fancy, i’m shocked to see [name] all dressed up and looking sharp! i wish we could see you like this more often,” venti continued, turning to look at heizou with a smile. “right?”

the question was surely meant innocently, as a query for the other contender for flirtiest member. it was most likely that venti had expected only a oh yes, it’s quite stunning, but not as stunning as [name]’s cute face by itself. but heizou had no smart remark, instead offering only a “yeah, it’s fine,” with a flat, unchanging face, before turning on his heel and practically running for the exit. “hey!” venti said, surprised, as if trying to call him back, but it was no use; the red-head boy was already out of earshot in a matter of seconds.

“ah… ? heizou?” you said, taken aback as you watched heizou’s rapidly retreating frame. “did i… do something wrong?” a strange sadness seemed to fill your chest, and your hand fell away to rest limply by your side.

pushing through the double doors, heizou finally managed to escape. he ducked around a corner, hunching over and staring at the floor, his breathing fast with exertion and agitation. “that’s… just not fair,” he mumbled into his hand, palm pressed to his mouth and face burning red. “to suddenly show up in something like that? it’s practically playing dirty… ”

he sunk to the floor, getting dust on the legs of his suit, but he barely noticed, burying his face in his hands with only thoughts of you rushing through his head. he had no doubt the others were wondering after him, but there was no chance he could go back in his current state, barely able to think straight.

“man, [name]… you really are dreamy.”

though the mood of the celebration was dampened by heizou’s partial absence and your dejection, you managed to go to bed that night with a smile on your face due to the fun atmosphere and the others making a special effort to cheer you up. the next time you saw heizou, he presented you with a gift box tied in an intricate knot with a silk ribbon. inside, was a less formal version of that outfit, in a popular style that you could wear out on the street.

“because you said you thought it was fun,” he says, tucking his hands behind his back to conceal their shaking. “i thought you would like something like this. to wear whenever you want. but if it’s too much, or silly, i – ”

“i love it, heizou,” you say firmly, cutting him off. “thank you.” when you hesitantly pulled him into a hug, his arms came up automatically to wrap around your back, his breathing almost stopping with an nervous thrill that traveled up his spine. he wondered for a second if you could feel his heartbeat and how fast it was pounding inside his chest, before pushing the thought aside and letting himself just feel the warmth of your arms for that short moment.

the fifth person captivated by your kindness is aether, the youngest member and the least experienced, with no solid lead position. every person in 6REEZE has their fair share of fans, but he had a noticeable lack of support compared to the others; the company that managed the group, SHOGUNATE ENTERTAINMENT, just seemed to have it out for him, barely giving him any solos or spending any time marketing him.

of course, no one ever voiced their concerns at his treatment aloud, not when he seemed so truly optimistic. nobody wanted to be the person to make that grin disappear. spending all day, every day practicing, waving the others off when they asked him to take a break, every moment was dedicated to the betterment of his idol persona, never letting that golden smile drop from his face.

it felt like it was a thousand degrees on the set of their next m/v, yet aether was still practicing, the sound of their upcoming release today and tomorrow blaring through his ears. it was the only song he had heard in at least a week, but he couldn’t take a break for even a second if he wanted to remember the whole thing without one mistake.

when his twenty-third(? he lost count around number fifteen) runthrough of the song finally finished, leaving him kneeling on the floor, he shut off the music. in the silence of the empty room, there was some kind of pounding still echoing in his head, making it hard for him to think straight. as he rose to his feet, his vision blacked out for a moment.

“aether, you’re still here?” said a sudden voice, laced with surprise. he looked up to find you, apparently having just entered and in the midst of rearranging a couple of set pieces. as your gaze traveled over him, your eyes widened slightly. “are you okay? you look so pale.”

“yeah, ‘m fine, just – just tired,” he mumbled, swaying on his feet slightly. your worried expression swam before his eyes. “is it hot in here, or… ?” were his last words before he stumbled and fell, the ground rushing up to meet him faster than he could react with his exhausted, nonresponsive limbs, eyes closing and unable to think properly.

huh… ?

the world pulsed around him in blinking black dots. somehow, he hadn’t hit the ground yet. it felt wrong that he would still be falling; he forced his eyes open with great struggle, and found that you had caught him. how strange… why couldn’t i move… ?

you gently lowered yourself to the floor, allowing him to rest his head against your leg. “aether,” you said, your voice pained and worried, “how hard have you been practicing? have you taken any breaks today?”

“no, i was trying to learn the choreography without – ” the words caught in his dry throat, breath scraping painfully, and you looked even more worried as he coughed. “without pausing at all.”

a tch sound escaped your lips, expression more concerned than he’d ever seen it before. “you must be so dehydrated.” you bit your lip. “aether, you know you’re just hurting yourself this way. this level of work… it’ll hinder your progress, rather than help it.”

despite the discouraging nature of your words, it was gratitude for that acknowledgement, and some thick, warm emotion that brought a strange moisture to aether’s eyes. he tried to rub at his eyes, but his hand was shaking too hard. “no, i have to do this.”

“why?” you demanded.

he barely knew how to put it into words. “i’m just… the weak link,” he said, tears pricking for a moment before he blinked them away, one hand resting on his temples and shielding his face from your concerned gaze. “i’m not good at anything, so i have to practice and practice to make up for – ”

“you’re not the weak link, aether,” you said firmly, your voice so kind and earnest that it almost brought tears to his eyes yet again. “you’re like – the glue, you can do everything perfectly well. there’s nothing wrong with not having a specialty. you work so hard, and always go out of your way to support everyone. don’t let me hear you talking like that, okay?”

“but – ” he tried to protest, then almost melted underneath the force of your angry, anxious eyes. even with the embarrassment of being in this situation, there was some foreign ember of warmth in his chest that burned hotter with every word from you. he couldn’t explain it, but it was like hearing those things from you was rejuvenating somehow; soaking into his body and leaving him feeling looser, calmer in its wake. he didn’t know if it was because it was you specifically, and he was almost afraid to think about it.

“no buts!” you snapped. “i refuse to listen to you thinking this way about yourself. you’re incredibly capable and strong, and don’t you dare bottle this up and work yourself to the point of passing out again. i know you can do it, without punishing yourself for no reason. it’ll be okay.”

“… okay,” he nodded. you pressed your hand against his forehead and winced. “you better not be getting sick. now go home and rest up. i don’t want to see you here again until tomorrow afternoon, got it?”

you walked him to the exit, making sure he drank almost the entire contents of his water bottle, with orders to go to sleep extra early. yet, even with those directions, he tossed and turned almost all night, still feeling the force of your laser-hot gaze every time he closed his eyes.

the day filming started, there was no doubt in him that he could nail the entire choreography. even xiao commented on his movements seeming more sharp than usual, his voice more fluid as well. of course, there was a reason for that, but he would never have voiced it aloud that he wanted just one more second of your eyes on him. just one more word of praise that felt so much more real coming from you than anyone else.

there was a six-second focus on him for the second chorus, and he poured all of his saved-up energy into that moment. “i want you here, i want you with me in my arms,” he sang, throwing his entire body into the next twirling movement, and pointed straight at the camera with the unfaltering wish that you would see and know he was speaking to you. “you’re my love, the one i’m wishing for, today, tomorrow, forever!”

the sixth member of 6REEZE to love you is xiao, the center and leader of the group. though STORM’S EYE has no shortage of love for him due to his mesmerizing voice and mature good looks, he is the least social of the boys, known as ‘ice prince’ because he’s so aloof and cool at fan events. there is no one in public knowledge that he chooses to let his guard down around; even in vlogs, he barely socializes and keeps to himself, practicing or listening to music on bulky headphones.

SHOGUNATE ENTERTAINMENT works mainly out of an enormous compound filled with training rooms and facilities for all of their groups and other productions. the residence reserved for 6REEZE is attached to it. technically, it could be shared by the group, but the only people who really live there are venti and xiao, and venti is almost always out on other business (or so he claims) anyway.

the roof of the apartment has an amazing view of the entire city and the sky. it’s the perfect place to go when a break and fresh air is needed, meaning xiao can almost always be found there. and now, after an incident in which a very important standalone project where he was meant to collaborate with a girl group has been cancelled due to strong pushback from fans, he’s vanished, and you know exactly where he’s gone.

watching the door still swinging shut from his sudden exit, president miko clicked her tongue carelessly. “ah, so immature. do you remember when we were young enough to be able to throw tantrums whenever things went awry, ei, dearest?” she tilted her head at the purple haired woman, who sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “we could secure another collaboration, but apparently not with any girl group. perhaps xing/yun or LUPICAL… ?” she mused. “could someone please go after him?”

“i can – ” kuni volunteered, already raising from his seat, before you rocketed to your feet, pushing your chair in. “i’m on it! please email me your consensus later!” the other boys watched, taken aback, as you gave a hasty bow and practically sprinted out.

you found him on the roof, of course, leaning over the balcony with a stony line to his jaw. you approached, and he raised his hand without greeting. “what happened back there?” you asked tentatively.

“how can they take away an opportunity so selfishly?” he spat. you weren’t sure whether he was talking about the fans or SHOGUNATE ENTERTAINMENT, but nodded anyway. as the leader, he was naturally under the most stress, and when he got into a bad mood there was nothing to do but wait it out.

“i don’t know if i can do this anymore,” he said, feeling the smallest crack in his voice and dragging a hand down his face. “we’re always being watched, always having to obey stupid rules that don’t even make sense! this was an important collaboration, i’m not a commodity that will lower in value if i work with a girl! if our fans can’t handle us acting like normal people, they aren’t even our fans, are they?”

“i know,” you said, trying to soothe him, placing a hand on his arm only for it to be shaken off. he glared out at the city for a moment, eyes focused above the horizon. “it’s just not fair,” you continued. “but xiao, there are alternatives – ”

“i don’t want alternatives,” he interrupted, “i’m not sure if i even want to be an idol sometimes. all these rules are too much.” he turned and met your eyes. “and you know the worst one of all.”

“of course i do.” you reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. “but are you serious about not wanting to be an idol? because, if you ever chose to leave the company, i… can also leave.”

“you can’t put your career in jeopardy just for this.” he gave a frustrated huff. “this stupid company is just so stifling. i didn’t think being an idol would be like this when i first signed up.”

“well, that’s why i’m here, right?” you offered. “to make your life easier. my career isn’t as important, so as your manager, i could – ”

“you’re more than my manager.” his tone was gentler, the earlier roughness somehow melting away, and the words were quiet enough that nobody could possibly hear, meant only for you as he tilted his head, golden eyes finding yours. “you know that.”

“xiao.”

“i won’t let you endanger your own job prospects if i leave.”

you stared at each other for a moment. the wind stirred your hair around your face, framing it in the most beautiful way. his heart caught in his throat. the painful look of uncertainty mixed with determination that you wore was sure to be mirrored on his own face.

“i would never stay here, without you,” you said finally, your voice tight. “i’ll go wherever you go.”

he opened his mouth, unable to form words as a response to this, and you looked at him. there was nothing in your eyes but earnestness, and he thought for the millionth time how heart-stoppingly beautiful you were. he cupped your face with both hands, and there you were in silence for a long second, the cotton candy sunset gleaming down onto you.

“[name],” was the word that finally escaped his lips, taking in your sweet scent that enveloped you like an angel’s aura. you wrapped your arms around his neck, murmuring xiao in the quietest voice, a secret that wreathed through the air, like smoke curling into a calm breeze. “i love you.”

you kissed him, then; and when your lips met, he felt his worries melt away, and the overwhelming thought that he couldn’t care less if the whole world knew about your relationship; it was like he could feel everything, like he was frozen and time only started moving again when you were together. eternity could pass in a heartbeat and he would never know, not when he was holding you.

whether 6REEZE was together or not, whether he stayed an idol, or the trifling problems of his everyday life – nothing like that seemed to matter when he was with you. it felt inconsequential. no matter what the company wanted from him, he could do it; as long as he could continue to kiss you like this, he would do anything in the world.

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