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scarasun · 2 years

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𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

[ pairing ] scaramouche x gn!fatui harbinger!reader

[ summary ] from the moment you were elected as signora’s replacement and sworn in as a fatui harbinger, scaramouche had been deeply besotted with you. one evening, he finally seizes the opportunity to make his advances, but finds that you might have plans of your own as well.

[ word count ] 1.8k

[ genre/warnings ] slightly suggestive? nothing more than kissing. lore is slightly twisted to suit this fic (scara didn't run away with the electro gnosis), reader is a tease, scaramouche is very flustered and down horrendous for reader, (and no, soft scara is not ooc because i said so).

[ a/n ] yes,,,this is based on the song mind games by sickick. i was listening to it a few days ago and this plot popped into my mind, so i decided to put it down on paper...enjoy ;)

[ “There's another side that you don't know, you don't know

I can't wait to get you all alone, all alone

Once I'm in, there ain't no letting go, letting go

Watch me turn your mind into my home…” ]

When Scaramouche first laid his eyes on you, he felt something akin to a heart flutter inside of his chest. He remembered the feeling that coursed through his artificial veins when you introduced yourself to him; even with your face schooled into a neutral, unassuming expression, there was something mystifying about you, almost ethereal. It confused him, and while his first instinct was to dissemble his honest feelings, he knew that his need for you was greater, similar to the way scorched desert land called to the rain.

Yearning was not unfamiliar to the puppet, and he was taught to pursue whatever he wanted, with everything he had. It would be the same with you as well – and he knew he would stop at nothing to have you by his side. An opportunity arose shortly after you received your post as a Fatui Harbinger, when the both of you had been called upon by the Tsaritsa to oversee an operation to the North of Snezhnaya.

Like all things, Scaramouche knew that missions needed to be completed with utmost care and planning; there was no room for mistake. Which was why he had invited you to his office the evening prior to the mission’s journey, with the intention of smoothing out all the bumps in your plan.

His stomach churned as he waited for you to show up, his mind constantly circling back to thoughts of you and your stupidly pretty smile (and how he could possibly get you to replicate such glee in his presence).

After what felt like eons, a knock sounded at his door. His voice quivered slightly when he called on you to come in, betraying his anxiety.

Wisteria eyes met yours, a hint of barely contained excitement brimming in them. It was the first time Scaramouche had been completely alone with you, and his gaze roamed your seraphic appearance in reverence, almost refusing to believe that your attention was focused on him and him only.

“Good evening, Scaramouche. I believe you called me here with regards to the operation tomorrow?” you said, shutting the door behind you.

He hummed, reining in his jubilation at your presence. It was necessary to appear as he usually did: cold and menacing with a tongue that was so sharp it could wound a soul. “I’m quite surprised at your mental aptitude. Feel free to take a seat anywhere you’d like–” He pushed a plate of daifuku in your direction, the confection’s sugary coat gleaming in the dim light, “–as long as you don’t leave crumbs all over my office.”

You chuckled and took a seat across from him, the both of you separated simply by his office desk. The smell of your perfume tickled his nose as he laid out a giant map of Snezhnaya, and he had to force himself to concentrate. It was both sweet and grounding – maple with traces of honey, he inferred. He was almost tempted to lean toward you and inhale deeply, but he restrained his urges. It was infuriating how capable you were of riling him up, even when you didn’t know the place you occupied in his mind.

Despite his nervousness, his instruction was delivered quickly and concisely. The mission was estimated to last for about a month, minus the time it took to get to your base of operations. You were a relatively good listener, never hesitating to jump in with suggestions as to how your plan could improve. As Scaramouche concluded the meeting and cleared the papers from his desk, you leaned back into your chair, sighing heavily as you popped the last piece of daifuku into your mouth.

“Is something the matter?” he asked, eyes focused on the papers in front of him.

“Just a bit weary, that’s all,” you replied.

“Well, you’re dismissed now. Go get some rest, you’ll be leaving at six tomorrow morning,” he said flatly. He knew deep down that he would loathe to see you leave, but he pushed the feeling away. It certainly wasn’t in his best interest to act like a child when it came to you.

“Oh? But I have a feeling we’re not done here yet, Scaramouche.”

Something about your tone sent a pleasant shiver down his spine, and he looked up to see an ineffable smile marked onto your lips.

“Did I miss something in the plan?” he asked, voice faltering slightly. His hands began to quiver, and he carefully concealed it by sorting through his papers.

You got up from your chair and sauntered over to his side of the desk, your face now inches away from his. Without breaking eye contact, you placed your hand on top of his, warm fingers curling around his wrist. He dropped his papers, eyes never leaving yours, as his hand hovered stiffly above his desk.

Scaramouche was sure that if he had possessed a human heart, he would be able to hear it pounding in his ears at that very instant.

“What are you doing?” He had hoped that his voice would sound angry, seemingly taking offense that you would dare touch a powerful being with as much leisure as you did. Instead, his breath had caught in his throat, and his words sounded like a choked whisper more than anything else.

“I apologize, I should’ve been more forward with my statement,” you said, your fingers tracing his arm as your hand made its way to his shoulder. Goosebumps skittered up his skin, and you chuckled at his reaction. “I think we both know that there’s something else you’re holding back from me.”

His eyes widened slightly at your boldness, the intoxicating scent of your perfume invading his senses. Every one of his neurons were firing off, but he was frozen in place. He hated what you were doing to him, how he was so obviously affected by your advances. He hated it, but he needed more. His gaze dropped to your lips and lingered there for a second, before he hesitantly dipped his head for a kiss.

His lips melted into yours with barely restrained hunger, akin to a man savoring his last supper. You reached up to cup his face in your hands and pulled him closer to you, fingers raking through his raven hair. His hollow chest filled with red-hot mirth, hidden infatuation spilling from his mouth. Unspoken words were weaved into his kiss (words that you reciprocated), and he almost laughed at the fact that he was sharing this moment with you of all people, the person he had spent so many long, sleepless nights thinking about.

He knew that from the moment his lips touched yours and he tasted the remnants of the daifuku on the tip of your tongue, he had given himself away; he was vulnerable and more naked than he had ever felt in his life, but he didn’t care. You lived in the place where his heart should’ve been – and he welcomed it.

But he wasn’t the only one who had a hand in such blasphemy.

All inhibitions removed, he swiftly grabbed your waist, holding on to you as your back pressed against the edge of his desk. His kiss grew deeper and hungrier, and your breath synced with his, coming in short pants. He had spent such a long time yearning for you, that now he was sure he would do anything to keep you in his arms forever.

“You’re a devil,” he rasped, panting heavily. “A devil for making me feel this way.”

Despite his words, his eyes glinted with a euphoria you had never seen before, and suddenly he looked like a young boy, experiencing lust for the first time. You chuckled, brushing away the pieces of his bangs that had fallen into his eyes.

“You can insult me all you’d like, but we both know that you’re enjoying this. There’s no use denying it,” you said, watching as the usually tenacious purple of his eyes melted into a gentle sort of surrender.

You had seen the way those eyes gazed at you. Even in the Fatui meeting room, when the both of you were in the company of nine other Harbingers, his violet gaze would always circle back to you. You thought it was quite adorable; the Harbinger with the loftiest, cruelest reputation had found someone that made his non-existent heart flutter, and you were delighted to be that someone. When you learned that the Tsaritsa had ordered the both of you to a mission together, you knew you had finally garnered an opportunity to wrap the man around your finger.

But you would not let him acquire what he desired that easily, so when he swooped in to pepper kisses along your neck–

“Not so fast, darling,” you preened, pushing his shoulder lightly. His eyes widened at the nickname, and a pink blush dusted his cheeks. He straightened, leaning away from you with his eyebrows furrowed.

“What is it?” Scaramouche’s tone might have insinuated that he was irritated at your reluctance to continue, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. In reality, his mind was racing, the thought of him accidentally slipping up and pushing you away scaring him. He had never met anyone that made him feel the way you did, and he wasn’t about to let you slip between his fingers like sand.

You covered your mouth (plump and red from his chaste kisses, he noted) and yawned, smiling at him languidly.

“I’m feeling a bit beat. I think it’s time for me to get some rest now.”

He stared up at you for a few seconds, before his lips melted into a pout – the Sixth of the Fatui Harbingers was pouting, of all things. In any usual circumstance, he would have never caught himself in the middle of such an act, but you had managed to peel away the layers of the harsh character he had constructed for himself.

You grinned and pecked his cheek, walking away from the place where he stood with as much ease as you had initially approached him.

Never taking his eyes off you, he adjusted his clothes and raked his fingers through his hair in a futile attempt to tame it. Save for the color of your mouth and your slightly mussed hair, you seemed rather unfazed by the events of the past few minutes, a satisfied smirk plastered on your face.

“You really are a devil.”

“A gorgeous one at that!”

Scaramouche scoffed and rolled his eyes, although he couldn’t deny that it was true. The adrenaline was still simmering under his skin, and his forehead shone with a light sheen of sweat. It ached to watch you leave, especially when it was likely that the both of you wouldn’t see each other for the next month or so.

“Wait, before you go,” he started.

You turned around, awaiting his next words.

“...Have a safe trip tomorrow. I may be at the front gates to see you off.”

You smiled – the kind of smile that he had waited so long to see – and blew a kiss in his direction, your final strike for the night.

Scaramouche hated that he was already beginning to miss you.

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inazuman-vagrant · 2 years

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Kunikuzushi wasn't meant to feel. Nor was he meant to need. Nor want. Kunikuzushi was a puppet. Puppet on a string. His only requirement was for someone to hold the strings. He never wanted. He never needed. He didn't feel. He wasn't supposed to feel. And yet... Why whenever they were here, he felt something? Why did Kunikuzushi want them to hold his strings? Tug at them and do as they pleased with him. A puppet didn't require much. Nor did a puppet ever need anything. No affection. No want for attention. No need for anything. But then why. Why with them does he feel the need to be open? To tears open his chest and give them his bleeding heart. A heart that doesn't even exist. Puppets don't need hearts. Nor do they need lungs. And yet Kunikuzushi couldn't bring himself to breathe whenever he saw them. He shouldn't...

He didn't feel.

He didn't want.

He didn't need.

But he wanted them. No.

He needed them.

To hold his strings.

To guide his frail puppet vessel throughout this decrepit moral realm.

One full of emotions he didn't wish to feel.

Sensations he never wished to experience.

One that made Kunikuzushi start to doubt his existence.

His existence as a soulless puppet.

...How could he be soulless when he feels so much for them?

When he loves them.

Love... what a silly notion.

Another thing that a puppet didn't require.

But Kunikuzushi loved them.

Kunikuzushi can love.

Then he must be somewhat human.

Because he can love.

No longer a puppet, but a human.

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abyssruler · 2 years

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the 7-eleven diaries

albedo, alhaitham, childe, scaramouche, venti x gn!reader

your job isn’t the best one out there, but it’s easy and keeps you from drowning in tuition fees and rent. working at a 7-eleven on a midnight shift was supposed to be peaceful, so why is it that you constantly find yourself being bothered by weird customers? (modern au)

fluff, comedy, crack, cashier employee reader, modern au, written for fluffvember!

ALBEDO

It’s difficult not to take notice of the perpetually tired college student (much like yourself) who always comes at the latest hours to order a cup of black coffee and a can of beer. The first time you saw him order that drink was a memorable one, if only because of the way your eyes had nearly popped out of their sockets when you saw him mix the two drinks in a large, empty slurpee cup and proceed to drink it all in a matter of seconds.

Another memorable time was when he came in with only enough money to buy a bottle of water, then took a seat at a table near the counter and took out a box full of what you initially presumed were cookies. It was a traumatizing memory you look back on with a shudder as you remember the way he crunched down on it like it was a piece of biscuit instead of a motherfucking spider.

“They’re surprisingly nutritional, full of protein and fibre. It leaves a strange aftertaste, but it’s a good substitute for dinner.”

Since then, you’ve made sure to keep some food ready in the microwave for him, free of charge. He just looked so pitiful sitting by himself with dark under-eyes and greasy hair — the very image of a normal college student — that you couldn’t help yourself from taking money out of your own pocket to help a fellow comrade.

One day, he came to the store with blown pupils and a sort of dazed look in his eyes, words slurring together as he tried to explain to you how he’s finally created an edible liquid that can keep sleep at bay for at least 120 hours…with some small side-effects, but it’ll wear off with time. That’s when you found out he was a bio-chemistry student well on his way to getting a PhD at his young age.

When questioned why he drank the liquid instead of having someone else do it, his response was, “To experience it firsthand, of course. The basis of research is accuracy and precision, how could I be remiss as to leave such an important experiment to someone who could, in their ignorance, fail to mention an important detail that their mind might have labeled as useless.”

You’re not quite sure how he’s still alive by this point.

But his weirdness aside, you resolve to take care of him in your own way, from a fellow tired college student to another. You remind him to get some sleep, steering him away from eating spiders and encouraging him to eat more meat.

“But I am eating meat?”

“Albedo, that’s a spider.”

“And are you saying that spiders do not possess meat?”

“Oh, for the love of—just eat the goddamn sandwich.”

You think he appreciates it, if the way he dedicated his latest thesis to you is any indication.

ALHAITHAM

You were in the middle of answering a math problem your professor assigned that morning, papers sprawled over the counter with you hunched over it, hand in your hair and trying not to pull at it in frustration over how difficult the problem was. And then he’d come in like an angel, all perfectly shiny hair and a no-nonsense look on his face, took one look at you and the papers scattered across the counter and said one sentence that saved your grade in math.

“You forgot to put a negative sign right there.”

That was the moment you decided that he must be an angel sent from heaven. He always grunts whenever you call him that, though whether it’s from amusement or annoyance remains to be seen.

He doesn’t visit the convenience store much, but when he does, he always spares the time to help you out with whatever assignment you were working on, sometimes even taking the initiative of asking if you need his assistance in answering a problem — though he says this on a much less nicer tone.

“Are you gonna make me do your homework again?”

“My professer didn’t assign me one today, surprisingly enough, so no.”

He seemed strangely disappointed when you told him no, but you chalked it up to him being some sort of math wiz who gets riled up by equations and the like. Seems like kind of guy too, what with all the times he’s made a subtle jab at your intelligence — or lack, thereof.

“How could you possibly need a paper to calculate the answer to four-hundred and thirty-two times fifty-eight?”

“Not all of us are smarter than Rukkhadevata like you.”

“Who?”

He’s not bad company, though that opinion stems solely from the fact that he helps you (solves it for you, more like) with all your homework. Not without making comments about you lazing about on the job and letting your customer answer your assignment for you. You respond in a mature way by making fun of him.

“I’ve never seen you without those earphones. Are you hiding a pair of large ears or something?”

“No.”

He refuses to elaborate more on the subject.

Sometimes you give him a drink, usually cola or juice, as thanks for helping you out. He takes it without question, taking sips from it as he tutors you about this and that, occasionally commenting about your job and how you’re only making yourself suffer by taking on midnight shifts. You don’t see why he cares. For all that you jokingly call him an angel, you know he’s far from actually being one.

You once saw him on campus reading a book by the library. It’s easy enough to come up to him and make conversation, handing him an unopened drink you just bought from a vending machine. It just feels wrong not to, more of a habit by this point.

It’s then that someone decides to dramatically drop his books to the ground and point at you and Alhaitham. The blonde guy gapes and asks how in the world Alhaitham managed not to scare you away. His eyes zero in on the can of grape juice on Alhaitham’s hand, and then he proceeds to laugh, asking Alhaitham since when did he decide to start drinking what he once called was an unhealthy drink composed of sugar and artificial flavoring.

You made a mental note of that response, and later that night, you decide to hand him a packaged biscuit. Nothing unhealthy there. Technically.

“Good. I was beginning to wonder if I should start taking medicine in case my stomach burst from the amount of cola you hand me.”

“You could’ve just not accepted, you know.”

“It was given to me. Not accepting would be considered rude.”

“Didn’t Kaveh say you threw a bottle of orange juice to his face after he gave you one?”

“I did.”

He refuses to elaborate more on the subject, but you’ve since resolved to only give him the healthiest thing you could find on the store—which isn’t much considering this is a 7-eleven, but hey, microwaved salad is still salad, right?

He grumbles about the radiation but eats the salad anyway. Another win for you, you suppose.

CHILDE

He came in near the end of your shift, lips busted and an eye swollen shut, blood splattered all over his clothes. The grin on his face should’ve hinted you at his lunacy, but you’ve always been blind to warnings and the like, so you went over the counter and helped him up from where he’s slumped over the chips and candies isle.

Aether, your co-worker and the one who’s about to take over from your shift, only looked at you with tired eyes, “It’s too early for this shit.” That was, of course, Aether’s way of basically saying, you’re on your own.

So you picked up the ginger lying on the linoleum floors, heaving his arm over your shoulder to drag him to the nearest pharmacy — never let it be said that you were just a bystander. He groaned as the movement bothered whatever injuries he may have, but he still looked at you with wide, strangely lightless eyes, as if only now registering your presence, and said, “Holy shit, you’re hot.”

After you finished dumping him on the pharmacy and leaving the people there baffled at what to do with an injured guy, he grabbed your wrist and, with a bloody smile he probably thought was charming, handed you a piece of paper containing his number.

You never text him. Or call.

He comes back to the store a week later with faint yellow bruises across his face and a far too bright grin for someone who’s visiting a 7-eleven at two in the morning. He pouts about not getting a single text from you, but before you can respond, he’s moving on to another topic, mindlessly picking up a box of tampons by the side and setting it on the counter.

He only seems to realize what he’s done when you give him a strange look.

“Tampons are, uh, great for bloody noses!”

“…Right.”

You weren’t convinced at all, but you decided to let it slide. He seemed like a genuine guy, if a bit too enthusiastic sometimes. His mouth never shuts ups, always going on about this and that, asking all sorts of questions that would’ve normally had most normal people backing away. But your brain isn’t exactly at its best condition and being sleep deprived for the better part of your life has made it less of a brain and more of an organ that just helps you get through the day.

You don’t know exactly why he stays to chat with you, buying ridiculous amounts of stuff that were frankly far too expensive just to have an excuse to talk to you. You don’t mind it much, especially when he’s a great deterrent for any unwanted petty thieves or middle school delinquents trying to rob your store every week or so.

Apparently, he’s got a reputation for being a bit of an adrenaline junkie and being willing to fight anything and everything that breathes. And apparently, word’s gotten out that he’s into you, like, really into you, so most guys who have less-than-well intentions have decided that robbing the local 7-eleven isn’t worth the trouble if it means having to deal with Ajax.

“Actually, it’s Tartaglia.”

“Tarantula?”

“No, Tartaglia. It’s my street name! Ajax just doesn’t inspire the same fear into other people’s hearts the same way Tartaglia does.”

“Whatever you say, Tortilla.”

“It’s Tartaglia!”

He never brings up the fact that you never call or text him back, even when he’s somehow gotten ahold of your number and started sending you memes and updates about his day. When asked, he just shrugs and says he’ll win you over eventually.

SCARAMOUCHE

It wasn’t intentional, and you’ll admit it was completely your fault, but did he have to be such an asshole about you dozing off on the counter?

“Have the standards really fallen so low that employees are now afforded to sleep on the job?”

Here was this guy at two in the morning, bemoaning society’s failure in raising the new generation to have a proper work ethic at a 7-eleven store. The guy had a rolex watch and clothes that looked like they were worth more than your monthly salary — you’re not one to judge other people’s appearances, but he’s the very image of nepotism. And frankly speaking, you’re of the opinion that rich people shouldn’t be entitled to an opinion on what the working class decides do with their life, like falling asleep on the job.

…And oh, you just said that out loud, didn’t you?

Oh well, your manager will understand.

The guy with a bowl cut leaves fuming, but not before slapping a wad of cash down the counter to pay for his stupidly expensive noodles, snarling at you to keep the change since you clearly need it more than him.

You do, in fact, keep the change. Money is money, whether it’s from your salary or a rich boy throwing a tantrum.

The next day in class, a bag slams down the seat beside you, and you’re met with the same rich boy from last night, a scowl painting his rather pretty face as he hisses lowly about how he’s surprised you can afford to go to college. Talk about holding a grudge, you would’ve forgotten all about him from last night if he hadn’t given you his change.

He fumes even more when you don’t give him any sort of reaction, merely nodding your head at him and turning back to the board to listen to your professor drone on about this and that. It’s rather difficult to focus, however, when he keeps muttering sarcastic comments and barbs to the teacher beneath his breath.

“If you even had an iota of charm about you, perhaps your wife wouldn’t have filed for a divorce.”

You choked on a laugh, hand coming up muffle the sound, but he clearly noticed, judging by the way he snaps his head to you, eyes wide and seemingly surprised you found it funny. You only smile at him, an amused little thing, but he quickly looked away and murmured something unintelligible beneath his breath, his fists clenched and the tips of his ears curiously pink.

He comes back to visit your job that night, still with that air of haughtiness about him but a bit toned down. Even more surprising was the fact he didn’t immediately leave the moment he handed you his money.

“Do you want the change?”

“Are you so desperate for money that you’d go begging a total stranger for some spare coin?”

“I mean, yeah, I guess.”

“Tch, fine. You can have it.”

He never fails to come back every night, always giving you the change for his bill, even when the amount is more than the items he paid for. Sometimes, he’ll even take out a snack or a drink from the bag and slide them over to you, cheeks suspiciously red as he did so.

“Don’t think this means anything. I’m only giving this to you because I know you can’t afford it.”

“It’s literally worth ten mora.”

“Would it kill you to at least give me a thank you?”

“Thank you, Kunikuzushi. I’ll be sure to treasure this can of cola that I would’ve never been able to afford without your help.”

“Shut up.”

He buys you a tub of ice cream the next night, the ridiculously expensive kind, to prove a point. The two of you eat it together at one of the tables, him grumbling about the stain on the table and the overall lack of quality and taste — at a 7-eleven — and you laughing whatever he says.

Well, you suppose he’s not as much of an asshole as you initially assumed.

VENTI

He’s a bit popular in campus, in the sense that nearly everyone is friends with him, which makes it impossible not to have heard about that one guy who’s really great at singing. You were, unfortunately, one of the few that aren’t well acquainted with him — aren’t acquainted with him at all.

So when he comes up to the counter, all boyish grin and ridiculously short shorts and a cute little pink hair clip keeping his bangs away from his face, holding an entire household’s worth of vodka and wine, you do what any rational semi-adult would do and look at him with a blank face.

“Are you even old enough to drink?”

He laughs at you like this is a common occurrence he faces on the daily before slapping down his ID on the counter. And huh, would you look at that, he’s even older than you are.

He then lights up once he gets a good look at you. “Hey, you’re Albedo’s friend, aren’t you?” He abandons his alcohol at the counter in favor of looking around your quaint little convenient store. “So this is that 7-eleven he keeps talking about…”

You’re not exactly sure what he’s going on about, but you do know he must be a friend of Albedo’s, which makes you ease up around him. He’s nice. Sort of. If you ignore the teasing and the jokes and the way he keeps asking you to give him a student discount. For alcohol. You’d given him what you hoped was your best imitation of Kunikuzushi’s stink eye. You think you got it on point, if the way he deflates is any indication.

He comes around the store every weekend, saying he’s here to get a little treat for the awful weekday he’s had. You never fail to remind him that he has class every Sunday, to which he responds by opening a can of beer (which he hasn’t paid for yet) and sitting on the counter, bemoaning the injustice of putting classes during the weekends.

You once asked him why he keeps hanging around this store when there’s a perfectly good bar right around the corner, owned by that popular red-haired business major from your university. Venti just laughed and said he prefers the quietness here — and the company, he added with a wag of his eyebrows. He always teases you, sometimes borderline flirting, but it’s easy enough to wave it away.

The day you discovered he was actually well known in campus was when your university hosted a local event. There’d been stalls and booths set up everywhere and even a little mock-stage put up near the center for any band or singer to perform in. It’d been nice to have a break from the monotonous routine of going to class and studying then working at your job and getting less than ideal sleep.

And then you heard your name booming out from the speakers, and you turn your head to see Venti on the stage with that little lyre he sometimes carries with him to the store, saying he’d like your opinion on a song or two he composed.

He dedicates the song to you in front of the entire student body, then proceeds to sing the cheesiest, most gut-wrenching and cringiest love song of all time.

“Why did you have to pick that song?”

“Because it’s fun and cute!”

“I sometimes question your ability to distinguish cute from horrifyingly monstrous.”

There’s a mortified look on your face, but amidst the embarrassment and the teasing remarks of his friends, there’s a smile on your face that you can’t bring yourself to wipe away.

i’ll be doing a part two on this but with diluc, dottore, kazuha, xiao, and zhongli!

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scara-hater · 1 year

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What kind of kisses? Mine of course!

Kisses you give them.

Short and not proofread!

Kuni

Cheeks!

He’s probably so confused because bro didn’t know what kissing even was 😭 The first time you kissed him was on the cheek, and he went to bed that night holding his face with shining eyes and a big smile. After that, he would always ask you to do it again. ”can you put your mouth on my face again!” “Kuni, I told you it’s called a kiss.” “Yes! please do that!”

Every time you kiss his cheeks, he squeezes his eyes shut and furrows his brows as if he’s focusing on it <3

Scaramouche

Entire face!

Mostly before bed, you cup his chubby cheeks in your hands and kiss his forehead. Then his eyes. Then his nose. Then his cheeks. The- you get it. There is not s single spot on his face that was left untouched and while he won’t admit it, that boy loves it. Feeling you hold him is one of the biggest comforts. Years of being an experiment for others gain has left a big toll on his views regarding physical contact. So when you ever so carefully hold him with only pure affection, he feels his chest filling where his heart should be.

If you save his lips for the last kiss, he’s gone.

Wanderer

Lips!

Happened because you did it once on impulse. Your first kiss together was an impulse. Not that he minds, now he does it because he likes the way it feels, he likes it because it’s a kiss with you. They basically happen anytime. Whether it’s before he leaves, or when you wake up in the morning, oh my god he’ll pull you in by reaching under your ear and by your head to kiss you. Wanderer’s lips are soft and move in such a gentle manner, that you know he loves you.

I’m sorry this is so fucking bad, lmao I’m going to rewrite this later i think.

#genshin impact #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin x yn #kunikuzushi #the wanderer #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x y/n #genshin wanderer #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #gn reader #help my writing is fucking worse than ever

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buoyant-breeze · 2 years

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I think u were sent by the heavens BECAUSE THE HICKEYS/NECK KISSES ONE WAS TOP TIER?? (mwah 😩👌) I WAS PRACTICALLY DYING WHILE READING THEM, CAN U PLEASE DO KAZUHA AND SCARAMOUCHE I WOULD LITTERALLY BUILD A SHRINE FOR YOU 🧎🧎

part one (albedo, thoma, xiao)

authors note ⊱ sorry this took me so long ive had this in my drafts for months (crying)

characters ⊱ kazuha, scaramouche

warnings ⊱ completely safe! enjoy!

rating ⊱ themes of smut, mdni / view discretion advised

kazuha

he thinks neck kisses are sweet, romantic, intimate; all three being things he enjoys. and it also leaves him a little heated, itching with desire

the moment your mouth is over his throat he’s letting out an airy giggle, finding your lips ticklish. he always eagerly tilts his chin up, offering his neck over like it’s nothing, even though it truly isn’t; it’s a very vulnerable place, but perhaps that is why he gives it so easily

but it isn’t long before he gets a little noisy, breathy sighs turning into soft “ah”s, shivering with every wet noise, shaking with every suck

he sometimes bites his lip, but his entire face will always flush a rosy red

and this is certainly one way to get him riled up, but he isn’t really much of a pillow princess unless you order him to be

the moment you start displaying actions like this, he’s seeking you out, too, eager for more, wanting to touch

he’ll brush hair behind your face, cradle your head as you sink your teeth and he gasps, or whine as you press a leg between his thighs

but the best part is when he can find an opening to do the same, bringing one of your arms to his mouth, kissing sensually at your wrist, turning the tables until it’s your throat against his lips

he loves, loves, loves being marked, and is not embarrassed about them

he will be a little shy and blush, but he’s not ashamed of them at all. if anything, he looks a little pleased someone noticed, given he’s pretty proud of you and your relationship with him

scaramouche

the thing about scaramouche + neck kisses is that usually it = biting

and he’s the one biting you most of the time, if you allow it

don’t get it all wrong; it can just as easily be affectionate as it can be erotic. he has a habit of nipping idly at your fingertips and then sucking them, staring up at you through strands of soft hair and pretty lashes, eyes sometimes set into a piercing glare

it’s almost like a ‘stimming’ action: he wants to sink his teeth into your shoulder just to feel it, or to bite up the length of your throat just to fixate on the suction of your skin in his mouth or the marks that he can taste along his tongue; memorizing how it feels, almost desperate

neck kisses on their own, towards him, though: well, he wants to be bitten back

you have to be rough with him. this isn’t some pretty little fairytale where you can make him melt with just an affectionate peck to the throat. no, no. it has to be sensual. you have to work for it.

if you want to leave him gasping and shuddering into you, grasping for you with his fingernails, leaving scratches along your arms, then you have to kiss and suck and bite like he’s your last meal, like you’re trying to seduce him, or else all you’re getting is a blank face and a shrug; he doesn’t respond otherwise

he’s not the type that just will get kissed and then, boom, you have him melting over your lap.

it needs a little more: he needs the depth of the interaction, he needs teeth and he needs tongue, he needs you to suck his skin like you mean it, like you’re trying to eat him alive, in a way that is nearly romantic, and painfully intimate, but in a way that hurts (which is what he wants)

talk dirty to him, rough by his ear, and it adds onto it

mouth at his collarbone with the intensity of someone eating him out, and he’s shaking; dig into his throat, and he’s rocking his hips into yours with a grunted growl between his teeth

and if you’re not leaving hickeys, what’s the point? he wants you to go all in or don’t go for it at all

no one really notices when he has any, since he wears sleeveless turtlenecks, which covers the general hotspots; if anyone did notice, though, he gets unexpectedly angry and grumpy and embarrassed, all at once

#kazuha x reader #kazuha smut #wisteria fragrance #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #kazuha fluff #scaramouche fluff #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x gn reader #scaramouche x gn reader #kazuha x gn reader #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi x gn reader #kunikuzushi smut #kunikuzushi fluff

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tellerluna-stories · 2 years

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veneration.

PAIRING: scaramouche x reader

GENRE: canon-compliant. belligerent romantic tension, flirting but not quite flirting, the trope of helping the other get ready for an important event.

TW/CW: slight spoilers for 3.2 archon quest (although it was literally revealed in the livestream so idk if it counts as spoilers).

A/N: boo, I'm alive (sort of.) I can't believe I'm writing for emo pinocchio, much less simping for him (yes, @x-zho and @byeol-ssi you read that correctly),,,, but HEY IF THIS DRABBLE GETS ME OUTTA BURNOUT DEPRESSION Y NAT COCONUT

"How fares your one follower, Lord Harbinger?"

The Balladeer pauses in the middle of what he's doing, a tangle of energy tubes falling around his ankles like an undignified noodle dish. Your voice is carefully, perfectly even, your eyes steadily fixed on your book as if nothing was the matter.

"Haypasia? Well, she's the first of many to come, so of course she is someone of great prestige in my eyes."

He enjoys the faint flicker in your eyes, choking back a taunting smile as your grip tightens on your book. To say that he held affection for you would be staunchly denied, but there was nothing Scaramouche delighted in more than to wear your nerves out.

"As she should be. Never forget the service she has done you, sir."

"And what of the service you owe me?" He retorts. "I don't recall summoning you here just so you could sit and recite pretty words to me while I do all the work."

An exasperated sigh and a slight rustle as you get up from your chair, followed by the echoing sound of your footsteps as you began climbing the stairs to the head of his soon-to-be divine vessel. "I had assumed that you wouldn't want my assistance until I was called for."

"I'm sure Haypasia would have willingly volunteered to assist me." Scaramouche remarks idly, tracing a finger along the polished metal. "When it comes to loyalty to me, I'm sure that that girl is second to none."

Silence, just as expected. Your face is pristinely neutral when you reach the top of the stairs and place the book on the floor, but he knows better; he knows how the blood surges in your veins in not-quite-jealousy, how the air catches in your throat at the thought of someone being better devoted to him.

Up until now, the Balladeer had had a hard time finding an edge over your nonchalant nature, with any sharp jabs left blithely ignored or rebutted, with no room for nonsense— for out of all the people who dared test their bravery by working with him, you were one of the few who had remained mostly unaffected by his short temper.

But with a certain researcher in the equation, it seems that he had a new — and most entertaining — way to push your buttons.

"You shouldn't have tangled up the tethers like this, sir." You kneel down to untangle the mess of cables at his already-tethered feet, your hair falling forward to conceal your face. "The Doctor would not be pleased if something were to malfunction tomorrow due to something as minor as this."

He stands stock-still as your hands trace along the length of his arm, searching for where to attach the cables to his wrists and shoulders, your fingertips brushing against his back as you check for any loosened tethers; to an outsider, it would seem that you were merely performing the duties of a faithful assistant. But every move and word was choreographed, designed to bring out your true intentions under the guise of professionalism.

"Tell me," The Balladeer asks, a taunting lilt to his voice. "What sort of book are you reading that distracts you from my glory?"

"Just something I picked up in the Grand Bazaar." You reply, and soft hands brush against the sides of his neck, reaching to safely tether him to his vessel. "A book of short essays and poetry, written by some obscure but well-read author."

"What sort of poetry?" Scaramouche keeps his gaze locked on yours, pretending to be unaffected by the way your arms enclosed the air around him, the close proximity between the two of you. The fun part of the game was to never reveal your hand of cards, after all.

"The usual; some about life, or loss. The seasons, and some about places the author had been to." Your eyes briefly flicker to meet his. "Love poems, too."

He cannot help but smirk, knowing full well at what you were playing at; the two of you had an unspoken agreement, a mutual push and pull as you aimed to tear each other's heartstrings out and have the other dancing in the palm of their hand. "Care to recite one, then? I'd like to see if you can actually spew pleasant words for once."

"If that is what the Lord Harbinger wishes," was your response, your gaze drifting away to focus on adjusting the tethers on his hands and wrists one last time. "There is one piece that I particularly enjoy; allow me to retrieve my book so that I may read that to you."

You were clever— he had to admit as much. This very well could have been your plan all along, to grab his attention with a book that you were certain would make an impression on him; he would not put it past you to have made such a bold plan.

But since the Balladeer was soon to achieve his lifelong goal, he was feeling generous tonight— he would indulge your little schemes for today, just this once.

"Ah, here it is." You straighten up, the pages rustling as you flip to the correct page. "This essay is rather long, but this particular excerpt is my favourite."

Scaramouche watches as you begin to pace back and forth aimlessly, your lips parting to take a deep breath in preparation... and he waits. He waits for the next move in the chess game, for his turn to come.

"Look up to the stars, and remember the light in my eyes." One finger traces idly along the page, your eyes following it intently as if to bore a hole through the paper. "Look to the east, the rosy dawn, and think of my lips, sweetened with the honey of memories with you."

"But furthermore, evermore, I beg of you, my darling..." Your feet shift to wander towards him, stepping closer and closer till you were only a few paces away from where he stood.

"...Look at me and only me forevermore." You recited, tilting his head upwards with the edge of your book, your warm breath fanning his cheeks as you leaned ever-closer. "Are these the sort of words you'd like to hear from me, Lord Harbinger?"

"Hah." A chuckle escapes his mouth before he can stop himself— really, truly, this was all too entertaining! "That all depends on what I am to you."

"What I am to you is the same as what you are to me." For the first time that evening you smiled, a mirror of the same smile he had now; the air of both challenge and taunt hidden behind the guise of a pleasant expression. "I wish you good luck on your promotion tomorrow, Lord Harbinger."

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luxthestrange · 1 year

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G.I Incorrect Quotes#24 Therapy-

Y/n: Were you dropped on your head as a child?!

Scaramouche: Bold of you to assume I was ever held!

Y/n:...

Scaramouche:...

Y/n: Shit-Baby, are you okay?

Scaramouche*already crying* No…

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin scaramouche #genshin wanderer #genshin kunikuzushi #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #ei im coming for you #genshin inazuma #genshin impact in the nutshell #genshin impact incorrect quotes #genshin incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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noellefan101 · 3 months

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Too Scared to Let Go(To Lose You)

Characters; Lynette, Navia, Xiao, Scaramouche, Lyney, Kaeya, La Signora x gn Reader

Summary; they wont let go of you, no matter what. They can't protect you from harm when they aren't there, so they hold you close to ensure you're there. they've already lost so much.

Warnings; angst, maybe a little bit yandere,

Notes; i did the obvious like xiao, scara, signora and stuff but if i make a part two ill maybe put someone like barbara or nilou in, but that would just be them having intrusive thoughts... probably. will add diluc and venti there as well dont worry, love you

Lynette

She always thinks that you're going to die at some point, get kidnapped or just straight up leave, these thoughts come up once every week or so. But when your out and about or just working late, her thoughts run faster than ever. Of course she has lyney and the rest of the house, but she's just gotten so used to being with both lyney and you now that it doesnt quite feel the same. So her solution is often to hug you as tight as she can when sleeping, hoping you wont disappear in the morning.

And of course you try and help her as much as you possibly can, reassuring her that you wont leave and that youll find a way to get back to her no matter what happens when out and about, but that sometimes just doesnt cut it.

She doesnt cry often, but when she does its a lot, tears streaming down her face for an hour or two, and even longer if you, Lyney and Freminet aren't there with her.

Navia

She cant let go of you in the morning, it was always like that, but it had gotten so much worse after the loss of her two beloved bodyguards. She often mumbles in her sleep about you and how she wants you to stay. Something along the lines of:

“no… no, don’t go, stay… please!! Just stay with me!”

“please stay… stay with me… where did you go… no, come back, please…”’

“[name]… please stay with me… please… just stay…”

You have to wake her up when it seems like she’s panicking and try your best to comfort her, but sometimes she just doesn’t get any sleep because she wants to make sure you don’t disappear while she is asleep. She is of course the same shining Navia when around other people like the Traveler and Paimon, but everyone can see that she doesn’t want to let go of you at all, fearing you’ll vanish if you leave her line of sight for even just a second, its like you’re glued to her.

If people ever see you, they know for a fact that Navia is also there, no matter what. Oh, you want to go over and wish your friend a happy birthday, well she can carry a gift for them with her so you don’t have to. You wanted to cook something but is missing one singular ingredient, you can you go get it together, don’t worry she isn’t putting back anything for it (she totally is, and has multiple offers and such she should be taking a look at rn).

Xiao

He says he shouldn’t be near you all the time, but doesn’t let go when you make him give in to his desires. He’ll hurt you, and you know that, so why are you still here with him. Wait, no, he isn’t trying to make you go away, please don’t, ever. He just cares about you enough to not want you getting hurt because of his karmic debt, he loves you too much to let that happen. But the thought of you leaving him fills his mind more than the karmic debt at times, he dreads it, the fact that you’ll leave eventually, he doesn’t care if its by choice or fate, just don’t. please, please, please don’t leave, just stay with him, please.

He doesn’t want to let go, but feels he needs to, you tell him its fine yet he feels like it isn’t. it feels like he’s hurting you every second of being with you, yet he doesn’t try to let go, he doesn’t even give the thought a chance. you say you’re fine, yet he feels like you’re not. He

feels like hes hurting you, he’s hurting more because of it. But then why does it hurt more without you, why, oh why. What have you done to him, just what did you do that made him so addicted to you. Swear you’ll never leave him ever, and he will do the same, as long as you’re here with him he swears he wont hurt you, he’ll break the karma in half for you, he’ll do anything. Just don’t leave him, please don’t.

Scaramouche

Everyone would say he’s too cocky, confident, and mean. But that’s all because he doesn’t let them see the vulnerable side of him, the leftovers of Kunikusuhi, the side he only shows to you. He shows you they way he cries at the mere thought you could leave him one day, he sobs in your chest as you comfort him and let him focus and anything but the nightmares haunting his being. He wont ever be like that with anyone that isn’t you, he doesn’t give a shit about them they can do whatever, but you have to stay.

He doesn’t care about all the others as long as you don’t leave him too, he doesn’t care about anything other than you. So please, please don’t leave him, ever, he would watch the world burn over and over again as long as he has you.

If you ever told anyone that the 6th harbinger, scaramouche, cries at night just because you left to go get a glass of water, they would call you crazy, say he’s never cried in his life that you must have seen things. But you know its true, and he does too, even if he doesn’t like to admit it. He knows you wont go, you always say you wont, but he just cant let himself to believe you, not when he’s been lied to so many times. He worries too much about you and he knows that, but how could he not, he loves you, and will never let you leave him because you love him too, right?

Lyney

Although he may be the confident, charming and romantic magician Lyney everyday in public, when he finally lets go of the role at home he’s nowhere near that. He cries just because he wanted to see you and he finally did, he worries about not being able to save you someday. He’s a worrywart to say the least

If you were gone for too long, whether on a mission from father or anything else really, he would not be calm at all until you come back. he would only be rather calm after he got a letter from you or in one of his shows where he put too many layers of masks on to hide it. he wants to think that your ok, just as Lynette say you are, you're strong. but he still cant help but worry,and he ends up panicked and stressed, without sleep, too tired to think sbout anything else other than you. dont leave him, he wouldnt survive without you.

That's why you cant leave him. hell lose his mind, and destroy everything around him in the process. he cant let you leave, so please, please don't. his heart is already fragile, it beats only for you now, so don't leave. don't leave. don't... please... please don't, he cant handle that. so, please, don't leave him, ever. stay right here with him, forever.

Kaeya

He doesnt remember his birth parents, he hates them but a little bit, but mostly because they left him, he cant handle thinking about them. and it only made his pain worse when he lost the people he called his family once again, so he cant afford to lose anything else, not when he feels completely at home once again. you are his home now, his family, and his joy. so don't leave or he might lose his mind and start ruining himself from the inside and out.

He loves you, a lot, you're his reason to continue in life. so if he ever sees you leave he would cry, even if all you are doing is leaving his office after giving him his lunch, he would shed a tear at the sight. his heart is fragile ok? He can't bear to lose his life once again, not after his parents left, not after his adoptive family left too.

Don't go, stay, stay right here with him and everything will be fine. i will all be fine, you trust him after all, and he won't let anyone touch you, let alone hurt you. you're safe here with him, don't worry about them, worry about him. you've got him wrapped around your finger without even knowing, you could want a certain sweet from Inazuma and he'll get it as fast as possible. you can get anything you want, ok? The only condition is that you stay right here with him, and only him.

La Signora

She swore she wasn’t going to fall for anyone after her first lover died, so why did she fall for you, how did she fall for you. Honestly you don’t know and she doesn’t either, she doesn’t know how you were able to melt her ice cold heart back to normal, even if only around you and you only, if anyone else is around it freezes back quicker than lightning can strike. She thought she wasn’t able to love again after he died, but you proved her wrong, so you can’t leave too. She cant deal with the death of her lover once again, so don’t leave her, ever.

You hug her in the night as she cries a little, mad at you for leaving her in her dream, but still not mad at you, as her anger is mostly to the world for doing this to her. But don’t worry, she’ll fall asleep eventually as she always does, she does need her beauty sleep after all. But that doesn’t mean she’ll wake up and easily let go again or just get out of bed, she’s stubborn and want you all for herself a little longer. She makes you talk a little as you carefully brush her hair like she taught you to do, and she relaxes a bit when you tell her you love her while kissing her head.

As long as you promise you wont leave her, and keep that promise, she’ll love you forever, she cant bare to see you go out the door even if its just for groceries, someone else can do that don’t worry. Just come and relax with her in a bath, she can wash your hair and you can wash hers. She’ll take care of you like you take care of her, just don’t leave, please. If you ever left her alone for too long she would freak out, she does everything with you, baths, shopping, paperwork even, so she cant bear to be left alone for longer than 30 minutes or she’ll panic. So don’t leave her please, please, please don’t, she’ll even beg for you to not leave her, just stay here with her.

Thank u for reading this, i know this took a long time and I havent posted things these few like weeks I think but I may have writers block(idk why I say it like that) and this was made over like a few months actually heh, luv ya

You are welcome to reblog and like any of my posts, but you CAN NOT translate, copy or hate on anybody for liking my posts

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yourlocalstranger123 · 1 year

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Part 1 part 2

Ima just make this idea

[You can use this idea, but please tag me or mention me so I can see the wonderful post you made <3 and you're free to change the idea to your choice]

What happens if every stage of Wanderer just you know....appear (either just the betrayal or something else I forgot how to explain σ(^_^;)?

Kunikuzushi, Kabukimono, Scaramouche, Wanderer

And you are just there, dealing with like 4 people.

You sat there as kunikuzushi sat on your lap, and he snuggles you. While Kabukimono is still slightly nice, as he sits there quietly and clings onto your arm. Wanderer just leaned onto your shoulders as he got flustered and would hit you in the arm if you said anything about it. Scaramouche is just watching the whole thing and gets annoyed and embarrassed that his versions of himself are clinging to you. It's not like he's getting jealous or anything.....

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staarri · 2 months

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𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨 — 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡.

c. scaramouche

character(s) are friends with reader, gn!reader, angsty-ish, scaramouche is still in the fatui, this is a work of fiction

fluff , love letter . word count : roughly 0.9k

t. @aventurne @tragedy-of-commons @yvnaology @nyoomiin

Scaramouche is not an easy man to love. He’s busy, constantly busy, awake even during the most ungodly hours of the night and constantly rubbing at his eyes from his exhaustion. It’s no surprise the Fatui are overworking him again. What’s funny is that he’s sitting at his desk, a pile of papers on the right side–all reports from his underlings–were unnoticed; all of it, even the chirping of the birds as the sun rose and showed the start of a new day, Scaramouche was stuck on a piece of paper in front of him with the words that reads, To my dearest.

There's no way he can capture your beauty on a cheap piece of parchment . He should’ve bought something expensive instead, like a new set of clothes he thinks you’ll like. But lately you’ve just seemed so distant. He needs to reach you somehow. You’ve been driven away by the lies his mouth spills and now, he’s suffering with the consequences, and not once will he ever say it to you, but he needs you to stick with him while he tries to better himself.

So here he is: a fountain pen in hand, wasting his time with something so.. childish. Who writes letters anyway, isn't it something you did as a child towards someone you liked?

Call him a child then. Call him old-fashioned, traditional, and in love. Call him whatever you like, because in the end he’s yours, and he’s always been.

He’s let his thoughts linger for too long and suddenly it's 7 am. His eyebags have never been worse and his mind is tired, not from his job, but from this stupid letter he’s made no progress on. To my dearest should be good enough, right? I mean, you were easy to please. He was sure that it would be more than enough for you.

How tiring. He says, mindlessly scribbling on the paper, jet-black ink scattered all throughout and splattering around the words. Was he angry? Not at all. Frustrated, yes, but for a good reason–to think he did this just because you two were friends was infuriating. Shouldn’t you two be something more?

You were pretty, far too pretty for him to describe. Scaramouche thought his vocabulary was wide enough, but this letter alone has him searching for the words he once knew. Your eyes, leaving him feeling small in a never ending forest and your smile–god, your smile was intoxicating. It would give light to the things he’s been hiding from you this entire time. Your laugh–your voice, sweet and soft, loud and oh-so clear. How you’d bring it down to a whisper when you feel embarrassed about admitting something, how your nose scrunches up when you laugh or when your smile lines just seem so fitting for someone like you.

What was so special about you?

You were like the sunset on the beaches, glowing. Absolutely stunning, ethereal, lighting everything in a bright orange, his eyes becoming a mix of brown and a dark blue. He’s different around you, he's a completely different person. From the color of his eyes to the racing of his heart, to the feeling that he wasn’t getting enough air whenever you hold his hand–but you’d do it in a friendly way. You don't squeeze his hand too tight, you let go when necessary and don’t leave any kind of touch lingering for far too long.

Scaramouche is not an easy man to love. He’s bad with words and he can’t tell you the things you want to hear;he can’t provide you with the touch you crave, he can’t make up his mind. One moment he’s thinking about just giving you a whole bag of mora for you to use for your next trip, the other he’s thinking about finishing this damn letter that has plagued his mind ever since you first whispered the fact you appreciate him.

There’s no way he can treat you right. There’s absolutely no way he will be perfect, that he’ll be the partner that’ll leave such a mark on you. But god, ask for the world and he will give it to you. Name one thing and when you wake up it's right at your nightstand. Choose the ring and its design, he’ll get a matching one that you yourself decided on as well. Just say the word because he is a child in love.

So here he is, an envelope in hand. Going to the nearest flower shop to buy something that will still wilt under the sun after a few days. He will not love, and can’t love the same way as you, but he will learn how to.

Call him stupid;call him an idiot for falling for someone he knows is way too out of his league. But that’s all he is, and it's far too late to change that. He might lose you at some point, and that's really what scares him the most.

Suddenly he’s standing at your doorstep, ringing the doorbell and you’d be confused who in the world decided to bring you a sunflower and a piece of envelope in the middle of the day–you don't recall ordering anything.

He didn’t even get to sign it. Maybe next time he can get it right… for his dearest.

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iheartkuni · 9 months

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bf!scara who might just be obsessed w u

summary: self-explanatory / scaramouche basically runs a fan account of you on his instagram and you think it's cute and silly

warnings: swearing, mentions of making out/biting, fluff, smau, scara calls reader 'doll'

pairings: scaramouche x gn!reader

notes: ive been so busy cause of school aaa ill try posting more but i really can't promise anything ;;;

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scarasun · 2 years

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pinky promise (that you'll do as i say?)

{ pairing } scaramouche x gn!reader

{ a/n } from yesterday being the first day of school for me to the excitement of the 3.1 livestream today, i was inspired and decided to write a little something. p.s. this piece is part of my writing practice, but i decided to post it to see if my tags are working.

{ warnings } fluff. high school/college au. scara's real name is used.

“You know, from the way you keep staring, it’s not hard to guess that you find me attractive.”

You snapped out of your daze, the clear cadence of Kunikuzushi’s voice cutting through your foggy thoughts. His eyes hadn’t left the textbook in front of him, but you could feel the air still as he awaited your response.

You scoffed, lightly kicking his shin under the table. You had no idea how he could sit with a book for hours and simply do nothing, but it seemed to pay off for him. Although he might not look like it, he studied frequently, and he had the grades to prove it.

Unlike Kuni, your studies were going…less than optimal. Your vision would blur whenever you glanced at the dense text, and the deafening silence of the library didn’t help your restlessness. So you took his remark in stride, happy for a distraction from the mundane.

Cupping your chin in your hands, you inched closer to him, mischievous intent behind your next words. “And what if I told you that that was the truth? That I would never take my eyes off of you because you look like a god? What would you say then?”

He grunted in response, but you didn’t miss the way his cheeks flushed, the color of his skin similar to that of sakura blooms. Your convictions were light-hearted, but they were true; his attitude might be disgusting, but you had long since admitted to yourself that he was devastatingly handsome.

“Focus. Unless you want to fail your exams and embarrass yourself again this semester?” He flipped a page from his textbook, and you could tell his attention had begun to drift away from you once again.

You released a long sigh, your posture slumped with defeat. You admired his discipline, but it was quickly getting on your nerves. Why did he even ask you to accompany him to the library if he was just going to ignore you?

Noticing your agitation, Kunikuzushi finally looked up from his book, beautiful indigo eyes glinting in the afternoon sunlight. He hummed thoughtfully (it appeared that he was thinking), before leaning forward. He was so close that you could see the kaleidoscope of his irises, as mesmerizing and luminous as the night sky.

“How about we make a deal then? If you study a chapter right now, I’ll take you out for a treat later,” he whispered, holding his pinky finger out to you.

The sight before you was enthralling: the usually menacing young man suddenly reduced to a playful child, holding out his pinky to secure an invisible contract. Suddenly, the idea of studying didn’t seem so malevolent, and you had to fight the urge to look too interested.

You pretended to give it some thought, before wrapping your own finger around his, relishing in the rare instance of physical contact. It was electrifying, and the place where his skin touched yours buzzed, releasing a cage of butterflies in your stomach (you briefly wondered if he felt the same way you did).

“We have a deal.”

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inazuman-vagrant · 2 years

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ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ

I watch the moon

Let it run my mood

Can’t stop thinking of…

You.

Kunikuzushi was no stranger to being alone. To long for something more than the empty hole in his chest. To want a sense of belonging. When Kunikuzushi began to wander for the first time, he knew something was missing. He tried finding it in others, and did, even if momentarily. Katsaguri… the child… Both of which are now dead and gone.

Kunikuzushi knew he was no ordinary being. He wouldn’t have lived this long otherwise. But this curse of immortality seemed to only fuel his loneliness and effectively catalyze the closure of his heart. If he ever had one, to begin with. Kunikuzushi was sure he didn’t. After all, puppets don’t breathe or feel. Neither do gods. And Scaramouche was both of those things. Scaramouche was a god. Scaramouche wasn’t weak.

…But Scaramouche was only a puppet. A pawn in the Fatui’s game of continental chess. When the checkmate is finally set, Scaramouche would end up on the losing side. So when he finally got what he thought he wanted and subsequently had it taken away from him..? He knew something was wrong. Not just with the “side” of the war he was on. But with himself.

He didn’t blame the traveler for not catching him. He wouldn’t do so in their shoes either. But Kunikuzushi, the one Scaramouche declared dead and feeble, sympathized with the lost look on their face. The way their eyes locked onto his before he plummeted into a cold darkness. He could see their pain. They were more like each other than they previously imagined. They both were missing someone, and both were angry at the person for abandoning them. They both longed to feel whole again. Whole… Scaramouche could never be whole. But Kunikuzushi could... In the form of Wanderer.

Awakening from his coma to find the newly crowned first sage of Beur asleep beside his bed was not what Kunikuzushi had expected. Nor did he expect the gentle smile from Beur herself, who was sitting in a chair next to the bed.

"Good Morning, Kunikuzushi."

He hadn’t been greeted with such soft reverence in centuries. Let alone anyone call him by that name.

"...Hello Beur."

The child-like goddess only smiles.

"Call me Nahida."

When the traveler awoke to find Kunikuzushi and Nahida conversing, the puppet finds himself in a sudden embrace, knocking the non-existent wind out of him.

"Traveler what-"

"You're okay..."

Oh.

They... they cared.

He looked over at Nahida, a gentle smile on her face. ...They both did. Kunikuzushi found himself returning the hug before he could process what this meant. His arms wrapping around the traveler, his face burying into their shoulder…

Warm.

They were warm.

And soft.

How long had it been since Kunikuzushi had been held like this? Touched at all in a non-violent manner? He could not remember. All he knew is that he missed this, as silent tears streamed down his face.

Kunikuzushi didn’t know how to process his being gifted an Anemo Vision. Nor his new outfit.

“Nahida made it just for you! So be thankful, hmph!”

Oh, and Paimon was there as well. he almost forgot, much to the traveler's amusement.

“PAIMON’S HAD IT UP TO HERE WITH YOU, TRAVELER!!!”

They have a nice laugh, he found himself noting. He wanted to hear it more often.

Now clothed in his blue-clad garbs and his vision over his heart, Kunikuzushi looks himself over in the mirror. He looks like a new person. He feels like a new person. But he also feels like his old self again. Not Scaramouche, not the Balladeer, Kunikuzushi. The creation of his mother.

His mother...

Kunikuzushi had nearly forgotten about her in the elation of his new beginnings. He was well aware he needed to talk to her for closure. To ask why she did what she did. The traveler was very adamant about that. But they also mentioned that he didn’t have to go back to Inazuma for that either. Something about an adeptal teapot? However, Kunikuzushi found himself declining.

He needed to make this journey on his own. To find the truth and to get closure. And maybe, just maybe, mend his broken relationship with his mother. Archons, he hoped he could do that. With one final hug from the traveler, and handing them some of his signature dish, Kunikuzushi was off. Off to find the truth about himself, and the truth of this world. And maybe, just maybe, he would learn to love himself for what he is.

If I could pretend to be

Half of what you think of me

I could do about anything

I could even learn how to love

Like you.

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abyssruler · 1 year

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would they choose you over the world?

aether (traveler), dainsleif, scaramouche, raiden ei, lumine (abyss), venti, xiao x gn!reader

AETHER thinks he can save both, no, he knows he can. The powers of this world rests at the tips of his fingers. He’s faced monsters and gods and come out alive and better than he was before. There’s no reason to hesitate, none whatsoever to consider his decision but—but. He has never been made to choose before. There was always another way, another choice, another something he could rely on. It’s a moral dilemma, like the situation with the train where you either save five people and kill one person, or kill five people to save one person. It’s easy enough to answer when it was simply that—a moral dilemma created to confuse him, not a world ending decision that lies on his shoulders. To choose one is to doom the other. Most people would choose the world, but while Aether is called a hero and the savior of nations, he is also a person. He looks at your resigned smile, like you already know which one he’ll choose, and he decides to prove you wrong.

DAINSLEIF clings to loss like a dying man does to the edge of a cliff. The inevitability of death and your mortality rests on his shoulders much like weight of his entire nation’s death. He wonders what it says about him that he’d rather have you safe and sound than have the world be saved. Five hundred years of aimless wandering, fighting against the remnants of his fallen nation and watching the world move on while he remains untouched by time, the ghost of a past that can never be returned to. Dainsleif isn’t a hero, he’s tired. All that’s left of him are fading memories of a time gone by and moments with you that he clings to like a lifeline. What has this world ever done for him except cause him pain and needless grief? What has it done to deserve his sacrifice? Nothing. And so he rests, hand in hand with you on withering grass and waits for the world to end. At least, this time, he won’t be alone in watching the heavens descend.

SCARAMOUCHE laughs, and laughs, and laughs until he’s sure even the gods that reside in Celestia has heard the scorn and mockery in his voice. It is so laughably easy to choose you and denounce the world. Let it be turned to ash and dust, let his body dance on top of a desolate world, let him pull you in an embrace and delight in the fact that no sun and no light (for none of these exist anymore) would ever outmatch the brightness in your eyes, the smile on your face, the tinkling sound of your laughter amidst the remains of a world that once threatened to snuff your life like a candle left in the dark. He is like a flame and you, the spark. There’s a tsunami gathering on the horizon, threatening to drown everything in its wake, but instead of preventing it, he revels in the ruin it will bring. It is either your death alone or yours and everyone else, and if you have to die either way, then he will die with you and drag the rest of the world along in his self-appointed destruction. You taught him what it felt to no longer be alone, so he will make sure you’re never lonely, even in death.

EI feels weightless, like a leaf adrift in the wind. It feels like she is back to that moment five hundred (a thousand) years ago, a dilemma, a decision, a choice—follow Makoto to Khaenri’ah, or defend her people from the monsters ravaging the lands? There was uncertainty there, a small seedling of hope that she would arrive not far from Makoto and see her sister alive and waiting, and so she had made the decision to stay—but this? Faced with an ultimatum, the world or your death, Ei finds that the decision is much more difficult, much more devastating but no less heartbreaking. Had it been before, in her lonesome at the Plane of Euthymia, the choice would have been easy, barely a thought in her mind, but everything has changed and Ei wants, in a way she has never wanted before, to be with you. You with your smiles and your laughs and the warmth you induce in her frigid heart—and she finds that she cannot make a choice… so you do it for her. For the greater good.

LUMINE doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t even flinch before she turns her back to the world and takes your hand. What good is the world if you’re not there in it? She won’t just stand by and watch as everything she holds dear is destroyed in front of her—not anymore. There is you, there is her, and there is the world burning, and Lumine finds that she can hardly care. Her heart has no place for faceless people, no love left for a world that has done nothing but spurn and trample on everything she had offered. Let it burn if it means having one more second, one more minute, one more lifetime with you. A choice isn’t truly a choice if the other option was never considered, and she will never consider a world without you. There are millions, billions, countless other worlds out there she could take you to. Damn this place, damn the heavens, and damn the consequences. Her brother would understand, he always has, and when Lumine meets him again in a new world, she’ll make sure to introduce you to him.

VENTI wants, like Icarus yearning for the Sun, but Venti is Venti, and Barbatos is Barbatos. Right now, he cannot afford to be that carefree bard who spun tales of your lovely hair and lovelier still lips (cannot be Icarus who flew too close to the sun and fell). Venti wants—but Barbatos knows the best option, the best choice, the least devastating one but the most heart-wrenching one. The situation is funny, laughable, hilarious, really, the kind that makes his stomach ache and brings tears to his eyes that drip down his cheeks and onto the ground and—oh, he’s crying. He’s crying and holding you close and apologizing, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, and he doesn’t deserve your forgiveness, doesn’t deserve the hand carding through his hair and the soft press of your lips on his forehead as you murmur, don’t cry, it’s alright, you’re doing the best you can. But the best means not doing this at all, the best means not having to make a choice at all, the best means not having to say goodbye. It’s okay, you tell him, I forgive you. But he never forgives himself.

XIAO thinks there must be another way, there has to be another way. He won’t accept this, won’t allow himself to choose between losing you or losing everything, because he knows, deep down, that the choice has already been made and it is not the one he wants. But he knows better than most that doing what he wants isn’t always what is needed, that certain sacrifices must be made despite his unwillingness, despite his entire body protesting against it. Rex Lapis once told him that being a god means making difficult decisions. If this is what it means to be a god, then he will accept a life of service, a life of war and fighting and breathing like every second is his last—because pain and suffering are infinitely better than having to wake everyday without your voice by his ear, giggling about how you finally caught him asleep. A world without your light, without your presence, without you is a desolate one. There must be another way, another sacrifice to be made that doesn’t involve you. Just—anything, anyone but you. Even if it has to be him.

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